Resident Evil - chapter 4 (Patreon)

[Rebecca Chambers POV]

The unknown yet to be named man that I thought until now was a police officer helping me, was a mystery. At various points he seemed like a rookie, but like the convict had pointed out he was too good at keeping his shit together. It’s like he has complete control over his emotions.

With a sigh I turned and reached for my radio to contact my team, like Billy and the so called police officer had said right now we had more important things to deal with, like the hellish plague that had hit Raccoon. It was funny really, that nabbing a convicted killer was suddenly lower on the list of priorities.

Before I even touched the radio, I heard two rounds fired in the next car, the direction Billy and Unknown man had gone. More zombies? Or had Billy killed my ally? I started to walk towards the car but midway I hesitated, not sure what to do and afraid of what was behind the doors, I took a step back and in that instant, a window exploded behind me.

In shock I spun to the place where the explosion had taken place, with my gun ready, shards of glass flying, I saw a human figure falling to the floor, a very familiar one. Edward Dewey.

"Edward, don’t die on me Edward!" I shouted, my voice carrying more despair than a S.T.A.R.S operative should be allowed to have, The mechanic didn't respond. So I rushed to his side, quickly assessing his condition. Right away I noticed he had a massive open wound on his right shoulder, his face was gray almost like a corpse unmoving but breathing, his gaze bleary and unfocused, his eyes lacking something I couldn’t really describe. As for the rest of his body, it was the same, every part of his body was covered with contusions and abrasions, fractures and cuts.

"Are you all right?" I asked, beating myself up for such a stupid question, of course he wasn’t okay at all, but I had faith, so ripping my med-kit open, I started to try him, grabbing a thick gauze patch. I tore the package apart, applied it to his the worse wound he had, the one on his shoulder, but I knew this was not going to solve anything, I was simply in denial, with the massive amount of blood drenching his shirt, his subclavian had likely been severed and he would die regardless of what I tried to do. In fact I was surprised he was still even breathing, "What happened?"

Edward coughed, moving his head towards me with a weak smile, blinking slowly as if trying to fight the urge to sleep. His voice was taut with pain, but also tired and somewhat disconnected. "Worse than we thought kiddo... We can't..."

I held the bandage firmly in a vain attempt to tell myself I did what I could, but considering my hands were already soaked on his blood and the bandage was crimson red with it… I wasn’t doing much.

Edward chuckled, his eyes fixed on the bandage I had on his shoulder, his voice getting weaker but his sense of humor not deteriorating he smiled. "Rookie…. you must be careful," he coughed. "... the damn forest is full of zombies ... and monsters, don’t… try to fight them all alone..."

I wanted to tell him everything would be okay, that I would… save him, but before I had the chance to lie to make him feel better, more glass exploded, sending violent shards of crystal raining over us, I turned around gun ready as two giant dark shapes leaped through the new broken window, one disappearing into another corridor, and the other turning in our direction, creeping towards us in a predatory manner.

It took me a few seconds to notice what was the thing that was approaching us, it was a dog, a very big dog, but like no dog I have ever seen before. It might have been a Doberman, at one point of its life, but now… it looked demonic, as it bared his monstrous blood dripping teeth at me, flaps of skin and muscle hanging from its haunches, remembering what my newly acquired partner had said I realized that it, too, had been infected by whatever bio weapon had struck the train's passengers.

“Fucking great, a Cerberus,” That voice, without knowing I inwardly smiled at the fact I didn’t have to face this alone, my unknown yet to be name partner was here carrying, a sub machine gun, and at his side the convict.

“I used to love dogs… emphasis in the word used,” Billy sighed,

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[Edward Walker POV]

A Cerberus dog, fuck me in a loop, I hate those things, with a sigh I aimed at the dog who was growling, and took a second to appriciate how terryfind he looked, the Cerberus dogs don’t simply look dead, they looked destroyed, his eyes were filled with red, blood if I had to say, and their body was like some mad patchwork quilt of wet fur and bloody tissue.

[Cerberus Dog - 200/200HP]

Taking my handgun out, I shoot at the bastard a couple times, and much to my dismay… he was still standing, it probably had to do with the fact they had an hp bar.

[Cerberus Dog - 120/200HP]

The undead dog growled one more time, before he leaped at Rebecca, who immediately shot the monster multiple times alongside Billy, killing the dog after a couple extra shots.

[Cerberus Dog Killed]

Taking a deep breath I approached Rebbeca, who was distraught over the situation of the man behind her.

[Edward Dewey - S.T.A.R.S Operative - Infected ]

‘Observe,’ I narrowed my eyes at him.

[Edward Dewey - S.T.A.R.S Operative - Infected

Dewey is S.T.A.R.S. Bravo team's primary pilot. He tends to look after the team's younger members, such as Rebecca Chambers, he is also the team's auxiliary mechanic in conjunction with designated vehicle specialist, Forest Speyer.

Status: Infected]

“Rebecca, he’s infected,” I pointed to his wound, shattering something inside the girl.

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[—- Stats —-

Name: Edward Walker

Job: The Gamer

Level: 2

Exp: 30%/100%

HP: 120/120

EP: 85/100

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STR: 6

VIT: 6

AGI: 6

INT: 11

CHA: 4

WIS: 8

LUK: 4

STAT POINTS: 5

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