The Remake of R.E 2 that fateful night, the final night of Raccoon City
Disclaimer: Capcom owns R.E. I own Annabelle and Jacob
And credit goes to the creator of the coverer
A woman groans as she flutters her eyes open "Ow... my head... where am I...?" she mutters and looks around the room and saw that she was in a room, "What... a room?" she mutters as she went to rub her forehead, but felt that her arm was restrained, she shot her eyes open and looks down, seeing that she was strapped onto the operating table. "What the hell!?" she questions jerking at her arms and legs, finding that her neck was even strapped in as well.
Then everything came rushing back to her, her mission, the capture, the betrayal, the torture, the experiments, and the faces of the people that experimented on her body. William and Annette Birkin. This... feeling boiled in her body, making her growl and pull at her restraints. This hot, burning heat builds and builds and builds until she reels her head back and screams, everything went flying, crashing against the wall, shattering the bulletproof glass. And the zombies on the other side went flying and smack against the wall.
Then she snarls as she pulls against her restraints, ripping them from the table, first her left arm was free, making her grip the restraint on her neck. Then she frees her right arm and grips the collar restraint, tearing it open. She exhales as she sat up and rips the restraints on her ankles and pulls herself from the table, stumbling onto her feet as she makes her way to the table, hyperventilating. Everything was rushing around inside her, everything she was feeling, it was all so new to her. She clutched her head tightly and screams again, the room shook as cracks were formed along the wall and travel up it, she pants, eyes darting around the room as she pulls herself off the table and crumbles down onto her knee.
She pants heavily as she looks around the room, seeing an opened locker that was thrown around the room, it revealed her clothing was still inside. The sudden rising feeling fades away as she pulls her hands from her long back hair and she stood up striding towards the locker and pulls it from the locker along with her weapons and gear. She places them onto the table and looks down at the medicine dress she was wearing, then pulls at the strings behind her and it came loose and slip off her body to reveal all her old lasting scars and tissue damage were gone and she was as good as new.
She slips her black leggings on, then her knee-high, heeled boots, clipping on her set of throwing knives and lockpicks. She grabs her short red dress and slips it back on and zips it back up in the back and clips the collar back in, she grabs her utility belt and buckles it back in place on her waist, then her grips her gun holster, slipping it back into her shoulder then clips on her katana holster and slips her weapons back in place. Her gun in her holster, gun clips in the second holster, and her katana back in her sheath.
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Then the woman grabs her hair, brushing over to the side and ties it off to her shoulder and it sits perfectly on her shoulder, she exhales as she clams herself down then heard her radio go off, she looks over at the table, striding towards it and picks it up. "You have a lot of nerve calling me after what you did," she said into the radio. Static follow after her threat, she scoffs at the static. "And why in the hell would I want to help you?" she questions them. The static follows after her question. Making her freeze and stiffen at the familiar clutch in her chest. "You're the reason I'm here in the first place!" she shouts at them.
