Forgotten Dreams

[Terrin]

This Resident Evil fanfiction is not plaigarized in any way. Last time I was an idiot, and I apologize for that. I made a new story, one much more open to options, totally made up by me. I'll be using the same sort of profanity censor that Pipking used. Example: sh-t.

Some warnings in advance: contains profane language, adult situations, violence and drugs. A RE fanfiction.

Resident Evil: Forgotten Dreams

Wow, it sure has been a while.

Leon stands next to me, a pistol at his side, holding a shotgun, identical to the one I’m holding, across his back. He’s staring out at the vast plain of ash, gray skies above us. No sunlight shines down upon the wreckage of what had once been Las Vegas, Nevada. Nothing is left here, or really anywhere else on earth aside from rubble and ash.

“I tell you, foraging is one of the f-ckin’ stupidest jobs that we’ve ever been assigned to,” he informs me, sifting his hand through several layers of dust. “Hell, there could be anything out there. And what’s the point?! Nothing’s left, all the bastards either destroyed it or burned it all.”

I don’t reply, he’s right. All that lays before us are bits of loose, charred timber. The dry air around us whips in a frenzy over the parched land.

“You know, this seems pretty damn dangerous, you’re right,” I reply, “we might need more ammo. Think we should get back to the entrance and tell Yevin - ”

“No, Calvin,” Leon cuts me off sharply, but with a slight smirk, “we don’t want to spend more time on the surface than we need to. Lets just look for whatever we can find - which I know won’t be much - and then get our asses back down there, okay?”

I nod.

Reality composed.

Leon starts forward, pushing pieces of charred metal aside. As he forges a path, I look up at the dark, polluted sky. The clouds move fast - once or twice I see a flash of lightning.

“Come on, Calvin!” says Leon. His voice is strained from the exertion of a large pipe he’s lifting. I hurry over and help him move it aside. We dig further into the wreckage, but still find nothing but rats and rubble.

I shift a heavy two - by - four aside, and a dead human face is revealed. F-ck.

“Leon, I got a corpse here!”

He jogs over and looks down at the pale face, crusted with blood.

“Son of a b-tch!” Leon says, surprise in his voice. “That’s Cecil, the forager from last week, remember?”

I do remember. My eyes are locked with Cecil’s face.

“Whatever killed him might still be out here.”

“Yes, and it can eat our f-ckin’ bullets. Probably just a minor scavenger that killed him. Cecil only had a pistol, and they’re sneaky little sh-ts, if you recall.”

I tear my gaze away. “Come on, we gotta get his body outta there.”

We begin to move all the piles of timber and beams off of Cecil’s corpse, straining hard against the massive weight. It takes ten minutes to get his body out. Once he’s laying down on the ashen earth beside us, we sit down, breathing deeply.

“You know, the council’s really gotta f-cking learn how to send foragers out here WITHOUT dying,” I growl.

“I know,” replies Leon. “This whole damn concept is screwed over. And with the other bastards wandering around here, I don’t think they get the fact that we’re living right under a Hot Zone.”

“Yeah, thank god for the antidote - ” I say, drawing out a small vile with green liquid in it. In that one second, a zombie dives out of the rubble around us and tackles me ferociously.

The attack is so fast that Leon doesn’t go for the shotgun right away. I fall into a pile of ash, my hands up, the only thing warding the f-cker off from biting me and sending the virus into my system. The gaunt, bloody corpse flails around, nails clicking inches from my face.

I draw a fist back and punch the zombie off me. On contact, my fist is bitten by the zombie, but I don’t notice, my adrenaline is supercharged.

The zombie leaps on top of Leon and bites him in the shoulder. Leon screams in pain.

The zombie screeches in victory.

I drop the vile and seize my shotgun. Boom.

The zombie explodes in a flash of bloody meat. It flies off of Leon, who is shaking in pain. I grab the vile and load a syringe, my hands trembling.

“It’s too late, Calvin,” gasps Leon tremulously.

“The hell it is,” I answer. I crawl forward, stab the needle into Leon’s neck and shoot him full of the antidote. Then I quickly load a different syringe and shoot some into my arm because of my bitten fist.

Leon’s shaking abruptly stops, and he relaxes, his breathing evens out. I take time to wrap a bandage around his bleeding shoulder and my fist.

“f-ck, that was close,” I whisper to him. Leon nods wordlessly. I get the feeling he’s afraid to speak. “Talk, it’ll make you feel better.”

Leon brushes his hair out of his eyes, and says carefully, “we gotta retake the surface.”

I shoot him a look. “Do you realize how hard that will be? It’s not just the US, it’s the entire earth that’s been taken.”

“Exactly,” he says in response. “Umbrealla has survived far too long.”

“Any time is too long. Ten f-ckin’ years is just bullsh-t, you’re right. But what can we do? We’ve gotta put our faith in the council.”

“Face it, Calvin, they’re a crackerjack group of f-ckers,” he seethes. “They don’t know sh-t about the virus, the outbreak, Umbrella, NOTHING! We do.”

I sigh, sitting back with a twinge in my bloody hand. He’s right, but there’s nothing I could think of doing.

“Umbrealla is too damn big,” I say resignedly. “We gotta bide our time, wait for the right moment to make our move. Let the group of f-ckers handle it, and we’ll step in when it’s time. Can you wait for that time, Leon?”

He nods, but I can sense anger toward both Umbrella and the council boiling inside of him with the nod.

“They’re on our side, Leon. We can’t fight with each other, we need a common enemy - or Umbrella may have already won.”

[DekuQueen]

Very vivid I think. Although I know next to nothing about RE, it was still good. personally, i like your other fanfics better, but that doesnt mean you shouldnt do different ideas like this! shows a flexible writer. oh, and i do hope that this really isnt plagirized..heh.

[achitka]

I will say you're dialogue is really improving and while smoother is still a bit jerky in spots, but stuffs trying to kill them right? - go you. You did a good job with this, gave me enough info that even though I am not familiar with the genre, I wasn't hopelessly lost and almost interested enough to read more. -

but I give you props for holding my attention til the end.

That's harder to do than you think.

[Terrin]

Heh, what do you know, someone is still reading this. Well, to that end, I'll submit my next chapter. I dont count on finishing this fiction, since I am now writing a steadfast Zelda fiction which will be posted in a matter of days, (or perhaps hours), but I have three chapters of this done, which you can read if you want. I won't force you to. They're really short, so my apologies for that.

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I slide a hand along the rail of the metal walkway we’re striding along. Below us, deeper into the rebellion’s core, there are thousands of other walkways with thousands of people walking along them. As I watch them going about their business, I wonder what’s going through their heads, if they have realized how f-cked they are.

“Keyes is gonna kick our ass,” says Leon beside me over the clanking of our footsteps. “He was expecting us to find a lot of sh-t.”

“Well, we found the body of a fellow forager, he can’t murder us completely,” I reply, though I’m guessing Leon’s right. Keyes was gonna be pissed.

And at that very moment, a door to our right, against the wall swings open, and out the Captain stalks, face red, twisted in rage.

“I can’t believe you two!” he fumes, kicking the railing, making it rattle. Some people below us look up.

“Captain – ” Leon starts to say, but Keyes cuts him off.

“I send two of my best men out to find infected material and what do I get! NOTHING BUT A BODY!” Keyes screams in rage. “GET THE F-CK INTO MY OFFICE RIGHT NOW!”

A mother below us covers her kids ears and stalks away, her brow furrowed. Embarrassed, Leon and I shoot looks at each other, before following the enraged Captain into his office.

I shut the door behind us quietly, and turn to see Leon walking to the Captain’s desk. Keyes is forcibly white knuckling the side of the desk, trying to keep his anger in.

“Captain, it wasn’t our fault. Jesus Christ, we found Cecil’s body. You’ve been wanting to find him for weeks!”

“Oh, you think I should be happy about this ****!” shouts Keyes. He swipes several papers off his desk, then collapses in his chair. “Vegas is totally f-cked, like the rest of the world then, like we thought.”

We sense him calming down, and sit down across the desk, facing him. We let him breath for a few seconds, before explaining what had happened.

“We don’t know how many are still up there, but some might have seen us go down here through the entrance. If that’s the case, we need to send some more guards up there with Yevin tonight just in case a few zombies come try to break in.”

“I doubt they would try it, they’re stupid these days,” says Keyes resignedly. He rubs his hands together, clasps them over his desk and says “where do we go from here?”

Leon looks over at me with raised eyebrows and I sigh. He wants me to talk about taking back the surface. But I know and so does he that if that is brought up that the Captain will blow sky high again.

“We aren’t exactly sure,” I say, taking action. “There’s no point in lingering here. We should try to go down to the Panama if we could arrange – ”

“The resistance isn’t stretched down that far, its only the north of the US. We’d have to travel on the surface,” Keyes cuts in quickly. “Unless you want to die, I suggest we think of something else.”

Leon grinds his teeth impatiently. He doesn’t like being contradicted despite the Captains superior position to us. He grips the sides of his chair hard, restraining his impatience. “Well then what do you suggest we do?” he growls.

“Since it would be closer, we could try to go up to Canada and see what’s going on up there. Hell, anywhere would be better than staying in the middle north. We already know what’s going on here – ”

“With all due respect, Captain, things are most likely the same up there. The virus first spread from north to south, so its likely that it was infected and destroyed long before here,” I say, cutting him off too. But I feel that I should stay respectful, since he’s one of the second in command for the entire resistance.

“Well if you really expect to get to the Panama, then you’ll have to travel underground all the way down to Texas in rollercar, then trek it all the way down through Middle America. Are you willing to do that?” asks Keyes.

I glance over to Leon. He looks at me. We stare at each other for a second, contemplating what it means to go down south. Then we both wordlessly turn back to the Captain.

“Yes,” Leon says simply.

“Then get ready, you can go in an hour. I’ll get a car ready.”

Twenty minutes later, Leon and I arrive at our temporary room, situated about a football field down from Keyes’s office. As I push the steel door open, Leon lays a hand on my shoulder, and says “are we ready for this?”

I look over at him, past his curtain of brown hair, and say with all honesty, “I don’t know. But what the hell, we aren’t doin’ sh-t around here, we might as well try to make contact with anyone still alive. Haven’t you ever thought about the possibility of the virus never crossing over to South America?”

“Well, yeah, but its pretty f-ckin’ likely that they’re screwed down there, too. Why would the virus not get down there?”

“Dunno. But like I said, we aren’t doin’ sh-t around here, so lets try something new to help out the resistance. We may get flayed, but then again we may just get lucky, too.”

Leon snorts. “Luck. F-ck luck. We haven’t been lucky for ten years. If I had just blown up the mansion … ”

“Leon, don’t go down that road again. It wasn’t your fault. You had good reason to leave it up. Don’t forget that you were the one who incinerated half the f-ckers in that place.”

“Yes, but the place itself had the virus smeared all over it. I should have realized that this would happen!” snaps Leon, slamming a fist into the metal wall beside our door.

“Don’t beat yourself up about it. If you really were to blame, then I would be with you 100 percent on it. But you aren’t. It couldn’t be helped. Lets just pack our things and forget about the past. Look forward, not backward.”

I give him a light slap on the face. He smirks, and gives me one too.

“Come on, lets get ready.”