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Here's my fanfic based off the CG movies. I'll post Chapter 2 shortly. Hope you guys like it. So here ya go~
Apart from having been walking for the last hundred miles, the sultry rays of the sun refused mercy upon the figure that hugged the lonely and downtrodden road. Beads of sweat crawled down weather-beaten skin, collecting at the base of a pair of leather aerial goggles. Deep huffs matched with heavy steps, the godforsaken torridity making it harder and harder to continue. Along with the figure, another lay strewn across it's back, lifeless and snoozing contently as arms wrapped loosely around a covered neck. Tiny feet adorned with worn sneakers dangled from under it's arms, along with a small duffel bag and two pouches along it's waist. Spiky caramel hair tossed in the gusts of wind that chased after the two, giving them both small moments of relief from the sweltering walk. They had both been through a lot, and it was quickly catching up to them. Just as they began to reach their next mile, the figure walking collapsed to the dusty turf, falling flat as the cargo tumbled with them.
Bright blue eyes shot open as they met with the asphalt, a startled Sherry quickly sat up, looking down at her fallen protector as she straddled the unconscious body. In a quick panic, she began shaking it violently, starting to feel the deep sense of fear slowly overcome her. Light sandy locks fell around her forehead, catching in her forming tears. "Rae...Rae get up..Please get up.." She cried, pushing the figure over, the loose shabby clothing hugging lovingly to slender female features. It was no use. Growing more and more desperate by the second, the young woman fought against her trepidation and pulled an arm over her shoulder, attempting to carry the comatose body. Her eyes searched wildly around the bitter wasteland of field and forest, spotting only a tiny black tower in the horizon that had to be at least ten to fifteen miles away. Forcing a sense of willpower, she fought to drag her lethargic friend and continue on their path, hoping someone might come along. Someone. Anyone..
Barry Burton had just topped off his second cup of coffee that morning, returning to his post. A small window in his office overlooked the south end of the outskirts of the city of Oaksdale. It wasn't much, but it was good enough for what the society had to offer. The only thing he'd been thankful for was the working air conditioning and faithful coffee maker. Serving as a sort of watchmen for the outskirts of town wasn't the most glamorous job they could give him, but it certainly passed the time. With all the terrorist attacks on the main cities, it was becoming more of a chivalric duty to watch for any suspicious beings trying to enter town. Taking a seat back at his desk, he sat his coffee mug down and returned to his work on one of his signature guns, continuing to clean the hammer parts. It had become a great hobby, as this job didn't bring too much excitement. As he finished reconstructing the firearm, he pointed it towards the window, aiming at nothing. 'Too bad I won't be able to try it out anytime soon..huh?' His eyes caught movement, spotting two figures, one looking to be a female that had to be in her early twenties sporting a pink vest. She seemed to be carrying another person. "What in the hell.." Picking up his radio he quickly dialed in to the main office, still staring at the seemingly struggling duo. "Yeah, I got a youngin' headin' our way with another that seems to be wounded...can't tell from the visual from here, I'm gonna go check it out.." As he got the O.K., he locked and loaded before departing from his perch, still wondering just what was going on, and furthermore, if this was a good idea.
Sherry fought hard against her friend's weight, her weak knees trying to give into the heavy mass she carried. After all Rae had done for her, she couldn't just leave her. She only hoped the upcoming city would give them a spot to relax and catch their breath. Sherry could tell Rae was exhausted, and after all that, she couldn't blame her. They'd had no water, food, or sleep for the past few days, and it was starting to tear them down. She had managed to gain a few more hundred feet from where they first had fallen, only to have her knees buckle under the pressure and have them meeting the dusty road again face to face. Some of their spoils had rolled across the ground, scattering upon impact. She felt her eyes grow heavy, trying to pick up her head but failing. Sherry turned her head to look at Rae as she lay next to her, beaten and bruised. She struggled to stay awake, grabbing on to Rae's hand and holding tightly. She could feel vibrations in the ground as something heavy approached them, hearing a car's brakes scrape the tires and the dirt shift under the weight. Her sight soon turned to black, and she let go of all conscious thought, fading into a forced sleep. "Rae...don't..give up.."
"Dr. Stolk to room 492, Stolk to 492.." A fuzzy intercom message broke a pleasant and much needed rest as two bright blue orbs caught the visual of a small white room. As it slowly came into view, a shift of weight caused an ounce of sharp pain, but felt the slight tug of new bandages hug against solid muscles. Rae attempted sitting up, ignoring the strain on her patch job. Her muscular upper body had been completely covered with bandages, and random stitches. 'They really went all out..' She forced a soft grin, gliding a hand down her chest, feeling the constriction of the bandages against her battle scars. They had almost completely fixed all of the new ones she had gotten as she scanned her upper body, looking at the patching job next to all the other scars that peppered and striped her skin. She couldn't be more thankful, but to whom. An older, husky male had entered her room, and from what she could tell, he wasn't a doctor. He sported a red hunting vest, and brown cargo pants with rips here and there. He held a steaming styrofoam cup in one hand and a thick newspaper in the other. They had locked eyes, Rae scanning him from behind her goggles.
"Well, I was wonderin' when you were gonna come out of that small coma, heh..had the whole staff worried there for a bit.." Barry took a seat at the end of the young woman's bed, setting his coffee down and laying the paper next to her feet. He had a gentle grin hidden beneath all that red fur. "You hungry?" He questioned, his peripheral vision catching some nurses distributing today's lunch to some patients down the hall. "The stuff here ain't too bad, but if you make a good recovery we'll see about getting' you ladies a cheeseburger or somethin' later.." He chuckled, grabbing the paper and unfolding it with one swift flick of the wrist.
That was one thing Rae had almost forgotten. 'Sherry!' Without a moment's thought, she had jumped out of the bed, giving it a small rattle. She tried making for the door to go look for her, but found herself falling instead. A wave of weakness and fatigue overcame her as her knees shook. She was still famished and her stamina was completely depleted. She tussled, fighting to climb to her feet, only to feel a strong hand wrap fingers around her forearm and pull her up in one fell swoop. The man was strong. She felt the return of the cushioned hospital bed once more, wincing as some of her wounds tore slightly from her burst of exhilaration. "Sh..sherry..where is she?.." She murmured, grappling the edge of the bed tightly.
Barry looked at her, quite stunned at how quickly she could move, whilst being so weak. He noticed she mentioned the girl, and quickly made to assure her that she was alright. "Oh, she yours? Ya know, she wouldn't leave your side when we got her up and steady..We had to pry her away from ya with a crowbar, heh.." He rubbed one of her shoulders and rejoined his seat, taking a sip of his coffee. "She's fine, the nurses are taking care of her real nice-like..you got nothin' to worry about, she's in good hands here.." He smiled at her, watching her intently. Something still wrapped his mind, now that he finally had a chance to get answers. "So uh, where did you guys come from anyway? Must've been one hell of a beatdown.." He couldn't keep back a chuckle at the expression, looking over some of her more vicious-looking scars. He thought of some other things to say to lighten the mood, but seeing as how she was unresponsive to his current picks, he wasn't too sure if he should. 'Bit of a stiff, maybe she'll loosen up with some food in her belly..' He stood up, laying his paper in his seat as he made his way out of the room, briskly motioning to her before leaving. "I'll be right back, gonna bring ya something that might help ya liven up a lil'.." He departed, and soon came back with a white tray and another styrofoam cup. As he set the tray on the small bedside table next to her, he cleared his throat a bit and pulled the blue plastic cover away from it, revealing a meal that didn't look all that desirable. "It's not great but, it'll hopefully hold ya over for a bit.." He gave a weak smile. Those goggles never left his line of sight. He knew she was keeping a close eye on him, and all the motions he made. The tension ran steady as she still stood, now staring at the table where the tray had been placed. He wondered just what types of thoughts were passing through her mind. Barry was relieved after he watched her finally slump back onto the bed behind her, but something was still itching his curiosity. "So.." He began, crouching over and resting his elbows on his knees as he held his furry chin, intently searching for his answers. "What were you two doin' out there all alone anyway? Where were you comin' from? Do you remember your name?" His eyes searched her for any type of hesitation.
Rae's mind reset to a blank. Parts of the ordeal had already been blocked out from her memory. It was a horrid, twisted turn of events. And as far as she was concerned, they were lucky they had made it out alive.
"So what do you plan on doing with her? She's just a girl.." Rae's voice was stern and uptight as it echoed across the dark hallway, calling to a slender female figure clad in a skin-tight black jumpsuit sporting the Umbrella insignia.
"There's no room for people that are immune in our world, Rae..you know that.." A malicious sadistic tone lingered within her words. Poison laced her stare as she met eyes with her, a gleaming grin adding to the entirely corrupted expression. Her eyes moved from Rae to the girl standing behind her protector, the whole scene making her want to vomit. "If you turn against us, we'll find you..every one you'll ever come into contact with will be killed, including your precious little pet.." She snarled, motioning towards the frightened Sherry Birkin that stood shaking behind Rae. "Rae, you don't want to make me your enemy.." Her eyes started glowing that same acidic green she knew oh so well.
"We'll see about that.." Rae glared, a small smug grin playing against her lips. She pulled out a large, custom-made black revolver, aiming it towards her, the pins lining up with the middle of the woman's forehead. This was going to start a deadly feud, with possibly years of torment along the way. Nonetheless, she had to keep her promise. She had to keep her safe.
"Hey..Hey!" Barry clapped his hands together in front of her, snapping her back into the present with a small burst of light as if the projector in her mind had blew a fuse.
The movie of her closest memory was over. She looked back at him, rubbing the back of her neck lightly remembering that she had completely ignored his questions. "Oh, right..It's..Rae.."
"Rae? That's your name?" He questioned, adding a subtle quizzical glance to the obscurity of her answer. "Odd, but I'll take it.." He shrugged, adverting his attention to the window that poured warm sunlight into the room.
"Rae!" A blonde came bounding into the room and threw her arms around the spiky-haired female, causing her to wince slightly. Sherry had been so happy to see her again since they'd gotten to the hospital, it almost felt like she hadn't seen her in a long time.
Rae's body leaned backwards a little to support Sherry's weight. She wasn't exactly the same young girl she'd known five years ago. It had been seven years since Sherry's life had turned upside down from the virus that rampaged and destroyed her home town of Raccoon City. On top of that, the same man that had created Rae was the one that ordered her father to be killed so he could get his hands on his life's work. It was a brutal blood bath for power and control, and despite Umbrella crumbling, somehow he still sat at top tier. Every time Sherry looked at her, Rae would see her mother, Anette. It was almost heart-wrenching. 'I made a promise, and I intend on keeping it..'
"Rae you're okay! These people helped us, you need to be nice to them, okay?" Sherry pulled away from her tight latch around Rae's neck, smiling at her with the same sweet smile she'd always shared. She had been worried about her friend. She was about the only friend she'd had left in the world. The girl she knew so long ago when her nightmare had begun had apparently disappeared off the face of the earth, never to be seen again. All she had left was the pink leather jacket she wore all the time, to remind her that there were still good people in the world. People that wanted to help, and not cause terrible harm like Umbrella. Rae had stepped up to protect her, and she greatly appreciated it despite the sacrifices she continually had to make.
Barry watched the sight unfold, taking notice at what the girl had said. 'Be nice to us..what is she supposed to be, a muscle? And for what..' Barry quirked a brow, quickly shaking the expression and giving a smile to join in the jubilant atmosphere that emanated from the two. It was like watching two sisters finally meet after being apart for years. Truly a heartfelt moment. Slapping a knee, he stood up and scratched his head. "Well, if you two are set, we'll go and see if we can't find a place to put you guys for a bit, if you'd like.."
"That sounds nice, Rae why don't we stay here for a while? It'll give you time to rest won't it?" Sherry beamed, turning back towards Rae and shaking her arm in an urgency to take up the offer. They'd been on the go for so long, maybe a little rest could do them good.
As Rae tried to answer in protest, she looked up at Sherry, slightly taken aback by the tiredness in her eyes. She only owed it to her to stay and rest. They had been on the move for so long Rae had forgotten what a bed even felt like. It would have been a nice change. And then again. 'If we stop..it'll only give her time to catch up..but I couldn't possibly..' She'd skimmed by the first battle by the skin of her nose. She wasn't too sure if she'd survive another one. And bringing a fight like that into a city like this was just asking for trouble. It was nice to hear cars and chatting for once, and not screaming and complete chaos. Her heart gave in, and she nodded to the both of them. "Alright, alright..just nothin' too fancy.." She smiled lightly, rubbing the back of her neck.
They both watched as the blonde bounced happily, practically drooling over just how good a soft warm bed was going to feel. There was no doubt about it now. They had been going on for too long without the necessities of home. Sherry grabbed a cheek, pinching it teasingly as she wiggled it, making Rae's tawny hair shake loosely. "Better get dressed then, I don't think you wanna be walking around like that.." Sherry giggled, bounding out the door with Barry following her, a kind smile displaying across his bearded features as he nodded to Rae and shut the door with a quick snap to give her some privacy.
Her clothes were collected in a neatly folded pile on a chair next to the window. As she got out of bed to get dressed she thought a bit more to herself about the past few hours. The only thing they hadn't removed from her was her goggles, thankfully. 'That would have been cause for some alarm..judging by the way he was acting, things seemed pretty normal..' It was a dead give away. The only person that knew was Sherry, and even Rae was surprised the young woman could keep such a secret. 'Maybe she's trying to protect me..' The thought had crossed her mind several times. If people did find out about her, it would cause all sorts of problems. Even worse, if she had found them. That was another problem. She was surely still hot on their trail, even after her first defeat. Although she knew it wasn't safe for them to stay for long, Rae was doing it for Sherry. 'It was all for Sherry, wasn't it..' She thought, looking down at her scars. That was true. It was all to protect Sherry, and protecting Sherry meant holding the only silver lining to a deathly storm cloud that had the power to eradicate the entire human race. Slipping on her clothes, she tightened her satchels and belts in place, making sure they had a firm grip. 'Yeah..it's all for Sherry..'