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silentcrowsilentravens · 11 months

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Sorry if it's dumb, but could I ask for Sheva, Jill, Tundra, and January meeting the reader when the reader accidentally saves them?

Not dumb <3

Sheva Alomar, Jill Valentine, Emily Berkhoff, and January Van Sant meet the reader when the reader (accidentally) saves them.

(Gender ambiguous).

Warnings: violence, injury, blood.

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Sheva Alomar

They've everywhere.

You don't know what to do.

You don't know where to go. The entire population of your home city, Kijuju, seems to have been overtaken by something that's making everybody sick and... and bloodthirsty. Everywhere you turn, you find weapons being swung at you or guns pointed your way.

You aren't sure how you've managed to stay alive for this long, all you know is that you need to keep moving because if you don't, they'll catch up to you.

You force your way into a nearby building and start heading upstairs. Roofs seem to be working out for you...

Well, when scary flying creatures aren't occupying the air, anyway.

Click. Click. Click.

"Chris, I'm out of ammo!" Sheva shouts, continuing to steadily put distance between herself and the chainsaw-wielding majini intent on carving her open.

"Me too. These infected won't stop coming!"

"Damn."

Sheva needs to devise a new strategy. Chris is preoccupied with fending off the rest of the majini while she's trying to get this guy's key, but she can't risk getting close enough to take it off him while he's swinging that thing around. She'll lose fingers. Or a limb. Or worse.

Blowing open those barrels wasn't enough to take him out.

A nasty shock from that falling transformer wasn't enough to take him out.

He can't be indestructible, right? Sheva has never met a B.O.W. that she can't take down. And make stay down as well.

Is there something else around her she can use to knock this guy's lights out?

She takes a quick step backward to avoid another swing from the chainsaw, which manages to graze her necklace and sever the cord.

Think, think, think.

There's a loud cracking noise.

Suddenly, a portion of the overhang they're standing under caves in, burying the chainsaw-wielding majini beneath the rubble.

A figure falls alongside all of the material. Sheva instinctively grips the handle of her knife, thinking it's another enemy, but quickly lets go upon realizing it isn't.

"Are you alright?!" she asks, rushing to your side. Upon closer inspection, the question isn't necessary. Your left calf is clearly not straight. You tell her that it hurts.

"Okay, I've got you." Sheva grabs the key, which she can see hanging from a bit of thigh that's sticking out, and pulls one of your arms across her shoulders so that she can help you stand. "Chris, I have an injured civilian over here!" After a moment, she remembers to tag on, "I finally have the key, too."

"I'm heading over," Chris says.

You start crying, relieved to finally see another friendly face.

"Hey, you're going to be okay," Sheva tries to reassure you. "I'm going to make sure you get somewhere safe where you can be looked at."

"Thank you..." you trail off.

"Sheva. Sheva Alomar. What's your name?"

Jill Valentine

You are decidedly lost. This is your first mission with the FBC, and to say it isn't going well would be an understatement.

You and Rachel were heading to the back of the Queen Zenobia and shortly after acquiring the key to the freight lift, got attacked by some sort of slimy, faceless monster.

In your attempt to flee, you got separated from Rachel and made your way into an entirely unfamiliar area of the ship. She has the map.

You've since entirely depleted your ammunition on those nasty things, which have begun to pop up everywhere.

You're effectively screwed.

"Great, not another one..."

You stare at the shadow peeking from around a nearby corner, indicating that a B.O.W. is shambling its way closer. Maybe you can find a hiding place?

Jill just woke up. Her weapons are gone. Her partner is gone. She doesn't know where exactly she is, only that it's a room somewhere on the ship. She's locked in.

Parker is experiencing the same thing, it sounds like.

"Can you reach HQ?"Jill asks into her earpiece.

"No, comms are out, it seems," Parker replies. "We should regroup."

Jill finds herself a screwdriver and, after putting the head of an ooze hiding in the room through the TV, gets the door open.

The exact moment she steps out of the room, another ooze launches itself at her from the corridor to her right.

Jill easily ducks under its outstretched arms and steps out of its path.

It collides headfirst into the wall before straightening up and giving it a second go.

Jill slides over an ornate storage chest pushed up against the wall, leaving the ooze to run into it. From inside, she catches a muffled "gah!" that gives her pause.

Suddenly, the lid of the chest slams open, smacking the ooze's hanging head. It falls backward and Jill quickly takes the opportunity to stomp its soft skull in.

"Holy crap..." you mumble at the display, still peeking out of the chest.

"Who are you?" Jill questions.

You state your name and shakily hold up your FBC ID card. "I'm with the Federal Bioterrorism Commission. I was sent down here to investigate but I lost my partner."

"You and me both," she says. "Jill Valentine. Bioterrorism Security Assessment Alliance. Thanks for lending me a hand."

"Yeah, uh, no problem."

"Why don't you come with me? We can search for our partners together."

If this intimidating woman wants you by her side, you certainly aren't going to turn her down. You manage a smile. "Okay. Sure."

Emily Berkhoff

It's only by sheer luck that you've managed to make it this far. For what now feels like an eternity, you've been running around, fearing for your life, and shoving yourself into every dark place you can find in an attempt to avoid the monsters.

It's almost dawn. You thought they may have finally grown tired of decimating the village when things got quiet a few hours ago, but since those black roots began to erupt from the ground, they've started returning in packs.

You decide to change your hiding spot again and find yourself in someone's barn. As you start poking around, you realize you have company. It's quite possibly the largest pig you've ever seen, and it does not take kindly to your presence.

You flee out the side of the building with the animal hot on your heels.

Emily, moving in on Miranda with the rest of the Hound Wolf Squad on Captain Redfield's orders, is not too far away. She's mowing down B.O.W. after B.O.W.

You make a beeline for a tree and quickly scramble up the trunk. The pig gives up, but you don't. You keep climbing.

Emily pauses to reload her gun.

A voice speaks into her earpiece with urgency. "Tundra, watch your six!"

She's still in the process of loading a new clip when she whips around, coming face to face with a hairy B.O.W. lunging right at her.

There's a loud crack.

A rather large branch, with you still clinging onto it, comes crashing down, stopping the beast short. The landing isn't particularly pleasant, and you don't even realize what you've just done. You groan, then jolt when a bit of blood splatters onto you.

With the B.O.W. neutralized, Emily seizes you by your coat and starts dragging you over to cover. "Alpha, I have a survivor over here!"

You've never seen anything like the goggles Emily has on, and while you're still dazed, all those black lenses look like bug eyes. You begin to flail about, thinking that a new monster has found you.

"Hey, I need you to calm down."

You do not. You pry at her hands, but her grip is too strong for you to break. When she tries to check you over, you push against her tactical vest and attempt to keep her away.

"I'm just trying to help you, alright?" Finally, she flips up her goggles and pulls down her face covering. Slowly, you begin to process that you're looking at another human, not some creature. "That fall seemed pretty bad. Did you break anything?"

"...Uh... I-I don't think so."

"Okay. I'm going to need you to stay with me so I can get you out of here. There's a chopper that'll get you to safety."

"A what?"

"There's a vehicle that'll get you to safety," she says, helping you to your feet. "Come on. I'll protect you."

You believe her. "A-alright..."

January Van Sant

January lets out a sigh as the lights switch off yet again. Does the asshole who's putting them through this shit not know any other tactics? She's getting real tired of fumbling around in the dark.

She's just going to get the key she came in here for and get out. The sooner she gets this test over with, the sooner she can return to thinking about a way to escape this hellhole.

"Bingo." Key successfully snagged, January begins navigating her way back to the exit. She doesn't see the wires some fool left strewn across the floor because, y'know, it's pitch black. She catches herself before she can faceplant, but drops her gun and key in the process. "Aw, hell."

Suddenly, there's a series of loud bangs at the door. Seems the mastermind was kind enough to lock her inside. Whatever. Sounds like someone is already in the process of getting it open.

She crouches down and starts searching. It isn't too long before her fingers brush against the key. Now, where's her weapon? She kind of needs that.

A groan comes from somewhere nearby.

Correction: She really needs her weapon.

A zombie rounds the nearby corner, making a beeline for her.

Where is her fucking gun? It couldn't have landed that far away!

The door flies open, sandwiching the approaching zombie between it and the wall.

Light from the hallway spills into the space. January finally locates her pistol.

You land roughly on the floor, and the zombie follows suit a few seconds later.

When your gaze travels up, you find yourself staring down the barrel of a gun. "Whoa, don't shoot!"

A bullet whizzes past your shoulder and strikes the zombie crawling toward you in the forehead. It stills completely.

"Chill. You saved my skin, so I'm just returning the favor."

"Oh... I didn't even realize."

January snorts. "Yeah, I can tell." She tucks her pistol into the back of her pants and after a beat, holds out a hand to help you up. You take it. "This your first test or somethin'?"

"Second."

She looks you up and down. "Well, I usually prefer to work alone when I can, but if you want to stick with me... I guess I wouldn't mind showing you a few of the tips and tricks I've picked up to survive the waves of ass this place'll throw at you."

"Yeah... I'd like that."

"Cool. The more of us that stay alive, the better." When she leaves the room, you follow. "You can call me Jan, by the way. You got a name?"

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silentcrowsilentravens · 10 months

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Omg... you write for Rachel. Could you please do her getting saved from the t-abyss virus by her S/O?

yES.

Rachel Foley's s/o making sure she survives the T-Abyss virus.

(Gender ambiguous).

Warnings: violence, blood, gore.

Masterlists here!

You're quickly growing worried. A few minutes ago, you found Rachel's gun in the middle of a corridor. There were no clear signs of a struggle, but you were quick to note that she was out of ammo. Before you both parted ways to complete your missions, you watched her load a fresh clip into it.

The Queen Zenobia seems like a ghost ship. The only other living souls you've seen so far are your fellow FBC agents, so what could she have possibly used all of her bullets on?

More importantly, where the hell has she gone? Is she okay?

You continue to poke around the area she's meant to be in.

That's when you hear a distant scream.

'Rachel?!'

You increase your pace and start heading in the direction it came from, calling out her name.

You round a corner, hastily descending the steps before you.

A large window stretches across the wall on the floor below. On the other side of the glass, you can see slimy monsters and someone with a familiar head of blonde hair.

It's her. It's Rachel. She's being cornered. You need to get in there.

Where's the door?

'Where's the damn door?!'

A spongy hand catches her by the throat, effortlessly lifting her into the air. She claws at the warped fingers to no avail.

'There!' That's your way in!

You barge into the room and raise your weapon.

An almost featureless head splits open and a thick tongue slithers out toward her face.

You fire. Three rounds smack wetly into the monster. The first hits its shoulder, the second goes straight through its bicep, and the third embeds itself in the side of its head. It staggers a bit, its nasty tongue flailing like a fish out of water. The rings of teeth at the end of the appendage scrape Rachel's forearm before falling limp.

Then, the monster straightens up abruptly, throwing her right into the window. She hits the reinforced glass quite hard and lands limply on the floor.

"No! Fuck!"

With a series of nasty squelching noises, three more creatures slide out of the vents lining the ceiling.

You keep shooting, the panic coursing through your veins reaching an intensity you've never experienced before. For a moment, these things not dying becomes a very real concern of yours.

Eventually, though, thankfully, they fall, dissolving into a nasty goop as they do so.

You reholster your weapon, hands shaking like mad. "...Rachel?" You run over to her, nearly slipping on the gore-mottled floor before dropping to your knees beside her. "Rae? Hey. Are you still with me? Please still be with me..."

There are some sizable gashes on her left thigh, red marks around her neck, an open wound on the back of her head, and cuts on her arm from those teeth. There's some slobber or something on those. You keep a clear enough head to realize that you don't want that gunk getting in your girlfriend's open wound. You pull out the canteen you always carry and try to rinse it off.

Rachel groans and says your name.

"Hey. There you are." You smile. It ends up looking like a grimace instead. "How are you feeling?"

"Like crap," she mumbles. "I told you that this job was going to suck..."

"Yeah, you couldn't be more right. Come on, let's try to find somewhere safe." You pull her unscathed arm across your shoulders and help her stand.

As you walk, you try to reach Raymond over your earpiece. He doesn't respond.

Those monsters seem to be all over the place now.

This is turning into a shitshow real fast.

"How are you holding up, Rach?"

"...Feel... feel like my head is going to split open..." The moment that Rachel gets the end of the sentence out, she begins to keel forward. You manage to keep her upright. "...Maybe... Maybe you should—"

"I'm not leaving you," you tell her firmly. "You're gonna be okay. We're both going to make it out of here."

And once you do, you're going to fucking kill Lansdale for insisting that a team of three people would be enough.

"What are you going to do if I turn into one of those things?"

"You won't."

"...You don't know that."

"I'll make sure of it. Just keep holding on the best you can, alright?"

No reply.

Something is dripping.

Dark spots are peppering the floor, leaving a trail behind you two. It can't be from you, so—

"Rachel?"

Almost as if on cue, her knees buckle completely.

Blood is leaking out of her right sleeve and her fingers are twitching.

You continue trying to prompt a response from her as you gently lower her onto the floor. None of your attempts yield success.

Right in the middle of the marks on her arm, a new wound is beginning to form. It's a deep split that's slowly widening. It's almost like the limb is trying to rip itself in half. You're starting to see bone. She's beginning to mutate. Not good. Very not good.

What do you do? You have to do something, and you need to think of that something fast.

In your racing mind, only one solution presents itself to you. You begin to unsheathe your survival knife. "Forgive me for this..."

You hope that Rachel doesn't feel this.

You're unsure whether or not this will even work. But you either try to keep your promise, or you just sit here and let the infection spread and sooner than later, Rachel will turn.

So with that, you tear a bit of the fabric from her shredded sleeve, tie it tight near her elbow, and steel yourself before you begin cutting.

...

Jill Valentine is almost certain she hears crying. Her attempts to pinpoint the source end up leading her straight to you and Rachel.

On the floor in front of you is an unresponsive woman, a blade, quite a bit of blood, and a severed human arm. You stare at Jill, eyes wide and shining. She raises her gun.

"Back away."

"I'm—It's not—" you choke, raising your hands in a show of surrender. "Please. You have to help her. She was attacked, and she-she—Her arm was splitting. She was infected, so I had to cut it off. I had to, but now I-I don't—"

There's the distinct sound of bones breaking as the aforementioned part jolts like a frog on a hotplate, breaking apart into what vaguely resembles a fleshy branch. You flinch.

Jill lowers her weapon and quickly approaches, reaching into one of her utility pouches. She pulls out a roll of bandages and some crushed herbs.

...

Despite everything, you and Rachel are on a helicopter out of here. Mostly thanks to Jill, Parker, and Chris. Rachel's been administered a dose of the newly acquired antivirus. Just in case. You're waiting for her to come to.

Finally, she does, shifting a bit. For a minute, she forgets and attempts to reach for you with her missing arm, letting out a little confused noise when she can't before using her other one instead. You hold her hand, giving it a comforting squeeze.

"It's about time you've woken up. I missed you."

Ever so briefly, the corner of her lips quirks up. "Are we both dead?"

"No. No, we made it."

"So... We're definitely out of a job then, huh?"

"Oh yeah. No doubt about it. I hear the BSAA is hiring, though."

"You think they'll give me a desk job? I've already reached my lifetime cap of excitement."

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