Resident Evil Revival

Chapter 21

Soon enough, Steve watched a small section of the crowd under him, one by one would walk around the house he stood over in a small line. He watched them waddle there way as he reached pulled out the fire ax he was given from his back belt strap on his pants. he gripped the far end of the ax as he walked to the back of the roof where the pile of zombies that died from the shotgun was at. that was when his sight had gotten blurry and the lights of the roof felt bright. 

Then searing pain in his head stung at the front. He stopped walking and audibly groaned as he rubbed his forehead, shutting his eyes tight. It must have been from him being focused on the zombies traveling. The moment he had felt the pain fade away he opened his eyes, but did not find himself on the roof, nor was he in the sim gym. He stood eight feet staring down a dark and dimly lit hall that had armored knights displayed to the walls of this concrete hall. The color of the hall was hard to make in the darkness. It was some shade of grey from what he could tell. Directly in front of him was a woman that wore a black shirt and a red jean vest over, with belly high jeans and brown ankle boots. This was the woman he kept seeing in his fractured memories. Of course, though, the woman's face was missing. Completely featureless. Her body motion looked as if she had screamed something to him. She was smaller than him, too. He looked at his own figure and was disgusted as he found himself no longer what he originally was. In his perspective, he was this tall, grotesque, dark green-skinned monster, wielding in its hands a large and rusted double-sided ax. The ax looked as if it was designed for an executioner. for beheadings.

His name was screamed. This woman was screaming Steve's name before she had desperately turned her back and saw the mechanical gate at the end of the hall as it started to close. The woman's instincts made her run to the exit, and that was when Steve's perspective had rushed forward and started to swing. Steve didn't want to see anymore, "NO!" Steve shouted.

He blinked again, and he was back on the roof with a line of ten or so zombies ready for his ax. The normal fire escape ax that he held in his hands. His normal lightly tan hands. His mouth hung slightly as a look of fear and dread filled his expression. Steve kept hearing this question pop up in his head since he woke up from that tube, but now, the question that repeated in his head rung louder than ever before. What the hell are you, Steve? What kind of life did you have, and why are you avoiding it? Unfortunately, these are questions he had no time to worry about. 

He shook away the thought as best as he could before approached the line of undead that stood still. Steve knelt at the edge of the roof, in front of the first zombie in line. He stared at the living parasite in front of him. The flesh of its skin was lumpy and rotten. It smelled as if a fully stocked fridge was off and left the door wide open for 2 months. It stung his nostrils, so Steve wanted this to be quick, so he would not have to deal with it for long. He raised his ax and plunged the pointed end into the undead's skull. It made a rather disgusting crunch then a squelching fleshy sound. the motion of the ax scrambled the brains inside.  Almost instantly, the zombie fell limp and lifeless on the ground under him. Steve's head noticeably felt less tight the moment the zombie had no more life in it. He did not even notice hid head felt this way until there was a relief given to him. So, his mind had some form of residual control over them even after his demands were met. On paper, his newfound ability seemed boundless but the more he discovered, the more limitations Steve found. Steve felt frustrated that was the case but in the end, seemed glad to know all these limitations. He did not want to put himself in a situation without knowing if he could make it out alive. 

Steve focused on the next undead in line. He tried to tell it to move forward without speaking. Eventually, the zombie walked closer to him. It stopped when its foot kicked the dead zombie ahead of it. With a swift swing of Steve's ax, the zombie's head plopped off of its neck. The head made a hefty thud to the ground, making an audible crack when the skull smacked the ground, and a second later, the body fell as well. Steve performed this chain of events with the rest of the line of the undead. There were still plenty of lifeless bodies groaning at the front of the house. Steve figured this new ability should be used in close encounters. Using it this way would take too much time. Sure, He has a lot of time on his hands, but this would take days if he counted in all of the other levels he has to go through before he can consider that his friends are safe.