Leon_Redfield
King of Bel
This is going to be AU of REmake. Now that I've figured it out. Also, Rebecca is going to make it too the mansion with her gun, instead of somehow losing it, and no ones going to be locked in the cell at the end. If people like it, then I might end up making a sequel. I'll go ahead and start righting it instead of boring you with my other notes.
Return of Darkness.
Chapter one, the awakening.
Drake opened his eyes, seeing that he was on a bed, in a strange room. He had black hair, that came down to his shoulders. Half of it laid in his face. He had a pure white shirt on, along with white pants.
“Where am I?” He questioned himself, as he looked around the room. He could see a shelf that had a bunch of jars, filled with stuff that he had no clue about. He could see one of them had anti-venom written on it.
He could also see a box in the corner, beside the shelf. There was a door beside it. Beside the door there was a small corner table and a typewriter on it.
“How did I get here?” He questioned himself. His mind was covered in clouds. As he tried to think, the only thing that he could come up with was Drake. Which he assumed was his name. He glanced around, seeing something gleam in the light near the typewriter.
He got up, off the bed. He walked, slightly roughly for some reason. He spotted the gleaming object, which was a knife. He grabbed it in his right hand, looking down at it. It had a golden handle, the letters DFS carved into it.
As he glanced down at it, something clicked in his mind.
He saw a man, in a white lab coat, pull a needle out of him. As he did, he also pulled out a knife. Drake instantly became nerves, which the man took note off.
“Don't worry, I'm not going to use this on you. I'm giving it to you, in case anyone tries to take you without orders from me, then use it to fight them off. I know it's not much, but I'm not allowed to give you a gun.”Said the man.
“Was that, a memory?” He questioned himself, as he stared down at the knife held in his hand. The blade was maybe six inches long. He held it in his hand, seeming to remember the feeling of it being there before.
He heard the sounds of running, along with a slightly strangled moaning sound. The door to the room was quickly thrown open, and someone ran in, slamming the door shut behind her.
She had Brown hair, short. It went halfway down her neck, and stopped just before her eyes, which were the same shade of brown. She was also wearing what appeared to be a bulletproof vest. She had a green shirt underneath, an emblem that had S.T.A.R.S. written on it.
Her pants were also green, rolled up just above the ankle. Green and white shoes were on her feet. She leaned against the door, breathing loudly. She closer her eyes, briefly, before opening them, and spotting Drake.
She seemed to be slightly panicked, and pointed the gun at him. Out of reflex, he rolled out of the way, landing crouched down. His right arm was at his chest, pointed outward. His left arm was on the ground.
“Your not one of them, are you?” She asked, lowering the gun slightly.
“Depends on what you mean by one of them,” Said Drake, staring up at her, ready to move any minute.
“...Zombies,” She said, in a slightly hushed voice. As if on cue, a moan could be heard on the other side of the door. She jumped slightly, as the door was hit. She quickly walked away from the door, turning around and aiming at it.
They waited for what seemed like hours, yet only a few minutes had passed. The door soon flew open, as the smell of decay filled the room. It was human shaped, yet looked decayed. It's eyes were clouded, to the point you couldn't even see the pupil. It looked to be a guy at one time, but he couldn't fully tell. Only one word came to Drake's mind as he saw it. Zombie.
He heard Rebecca fire her gun, three times. The first two hit the creature, while the third missed. It was walking to her, since she was the closest one to it. Her eyes opened wide as her gun clicked empty. She backed up, as the zombie entered the middle of the room.
Drake, knowing she had to reload, or she had a empty gun, decided to attack. He dashed forward, slicing with his knife. He cut into the creatures arm, and quickly jerked the knife out. Yet the creature didn't seem fazed at all.
Only one way to see. He thought, as he dropped low to the ground, as the zombie tried to take a bite out of him, and kicked it in the groin. He waited for a second, seeing no reaction from the creature. He quickly took five steps back, ending up beside Rebecca and against the bed.
“Seems it can't feel pain,” He whispered, readying his knife again.
“I can handle it now, I've reloaded,” Said Rebecca, re-aiming her gun. She fired two more times, sending it to the ground. She let out a sigh, as she sat down on the bed. “I was hoping there wouldn't be any of these creatures in here,” She mumbled under her breath.
“What's going on here?” Questioned Drake.
“I don't know, these creatures, are all over this forest, and the mansion. I managed to make it here, but I got separated from my group, and managed to get here. I managed to lose all my guns as I got chased her,” She said sadly.
“When I entered here, I thought maybe there weren't any in here. I wandered around, an managed to get here. How did you get here?” She finished with a questioned.
“I'm not sure. I just woke up here, not to long before you got here. I couldn't remember anything but a name. Though when I picked up this knife I got a short one, that I still don't get,” He told her, only then noticing that his knife's blade was half red.
He glanced back to Rebecca, seeing her eyes, starting to close slightly. “You look tired, maybe you should get some rest,” Said Drake. She didn't respond, she seemed to tired to care what he was even saying. She placed her gun on the shelf beside the medicine.
He looked at her, as he sat at the edge of the bed. She must've been through a lot during the her way here. He thought, as he then looked at the door. After what felt like a hour, maybe two he heard a gunshot echo across the halls.
It was the only thing that told him there were other people, besides him and Rebecca.
So what do you guys think? Like it, hated it? I'd like to know, please.
Return of Darkness.
Chapter one, the awakening.
Drake opened his eyes, seeing that he was on a bed, in a strange room. He had black hair, that came down to his shoulders. Half of it laid in his face. He had a pure white shirt on, along with white pants.
“Where am I?” He questioned himself, as he looked around the room. He could see a shelf that had a bunch of jars, filled with stuff that he had no clue about. He could see one of them had anti-venom written on it.
He could also see a box in the corner, beside the shelf. There was a door beside it. Beside the door there was a small corner table and a typewriter on it.
“How did I get here?” He questioned himself. His mind was covered in clouds. As he tried to think, the only thing that he could come up with was Drake. Which he assumed was his name. He glanced around, seeing something gleam in the light near the typewriter.
He got up, off the bed. He walked, slightly roughly for some reason. He spotted the gleaming object, which was a knife. He grabbed it in his right hand, looking down at it. It had a golden handle, the letters DFS carved into it.
As he glanced down at it, something clicked in his mind.
He saw a man, in a white lab coat, pull a needle out of him. As he did, he also pulled out a knife. Drake instantly became nerves, which the man took note off.
“Don't worry, I'm not going to use this on you. I'm giving it to you, in case anyone tries to take you without orders from me, then use it to fight them off. I know it's not much, but I'm not allowed to give you a gun.”Said the man.
“Was that, a memory?” He questioned himself, as he stared down at the knife held in his hand. The blade was maybe six inches long. He held it in his hand, seeming to remember the feeling of it being there before.
He heard the sounds of running, along with a slightly strangled moaning sound. The door to the room was quickly thrown open, and someone ran in, slamming the door shut behind her.
She had Brown hair, short. It went halfway down her neck, and stopped just before her eyes, which were the same shade of brown. She was also wearing what appeared to be a bulletproof vest. She had a green shirt underneath, an emblem that had S.T.A.R.S. written on it.
Her pants were also green, rolled up just above the ankle. Green and white shoes were on her feet. She leaned against the door, breathing loudly. She closer her eyes, briefly, before opening them, and spotting Drake.
She seemed to be slightly panicked, and pointed the gun at him. Out of reflex, he rolled out of the way, landing crouched down. His right arm was at his chest, pointed outward. His left arm was on the ground.
“Your not one of them, are you?” She asked, lowering the gun slightly.
“Depends on what you mean by one of them,” Said Drake, staring up at her, ready to move any minute.
“...Zombies,” She said, in a slightly hushed voice. As if on cue, a moan could be heard on the other side of the door. She jumped slightly, as the door was hit. She quickly walked away from the door, turning around and aiming at it.
They waited for what seemed like hours, yet only a few minutes had passed. The door soon flew open, as the smell of decay filled the room. It was human shaped, yet looked decayed. It's eyes were clouded, to the point you couldn't even see the pupil. It looked to be a guy at one time, but he couldn't fully tell. Only one word came to Drake's mind as he saw it. Zombie.
He heard Rebecca fire her gun, three times. The first two hit the creature, while the third missed. It was walking to her, since she was the closest one to it. Her eyes opened wide as her gun clicked empty. She backed up, as the zombie entered the middle of the room.
Drake, knowing she had to reload, or she had a empty gun, decided to attack. He dashed forward, slicing with his knife. He cut into the creatures arm, and quickly jerked the knife out. Yet the creature didn't seem fazed at all.
Only one way to see. He thought, as he dropped low to the ground, as the zombie tried to take a bite out of him, and kicked it in the groin. He waited for a second, seeing no reaction from the creature. He quickly took five steps back, ending up beside Rebecca and against the bed.
“Seems it can't feel pain,” He whispered, readying his knife again.
“I can handle it now, I've reloaded,” Said Rebecca, re-aiming her gun. She fired two more times, sending it to the ground. She let out a sigh, as she sat down on the bed. “I was hoping there wouldn't be any of these creatures in here,” She mumbled under her breath.
“What's going on here?” Questioned Drake.
“I don't know, these creatures, are all over this forest, and the mansion. I managed to make it here, but I got separated from my group, and managed to get here. I managed to lose all my guns as I got chased her,” She said sadly.
“When I entered here, I thought maybe there weren't any in here. I wandered around, an managed to get here. How did you get here?” She finished with a questioned.
“I'm not sure. I just woke up here, not to long before you got here. I couldn't remember anything but a name. Though when I picked up this knife I got a short one, that I still don't get,” He told her, only then noticing that his knife's blade was half red.
He glanced back to Rebecca, seeing her eyes, starting to close slightly. “You look tired, maybe you should get some rest,” Said Drake. She didn't respond, she seemed to tired to care what he was even saying. She placed her gun on the shelf beside the medicine.
He looked at her, as he sat at the edge of the bed. She must've been through a lot during the her way here. He thought, as he then looked at the door. After what felt like a hour, maybe two he heard a gunshot echo across the halls.
It was the only thing that told him there were other people, besides him and Rebecca.
So what do you guys think? Like it, hated it? I'd like to know, please.
