Chapter 146 - My SI Stash #46 - Resident Evil: Waking Death by Blade8821 (Resident Evil) (1/2)

-I remember reading a RE fic on this site but I ended up dropping it cause the grammar was just painfully bad. Well luckily I found a better SI fic~ Child soldier isekai'd to the world of RE!

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Sypnosis: Waking Death has been rewritten... Again. Third time charm. This is the story of one unfortunate soul who finds himself in the world of Resident Evil, on the night of July 23, 1998. When confronted with the horrors of this frightful new world, what is a lowly gamer bored with reality to do? Enter the world of survival horror... If you dare.

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Chapter 1

This, is the story of a young man named Roy, who unexpectedly finds himself in the world of Resident Evil. What you are about to see is one man's struggle to hold onto his own humanity.

For my dedicated readers who have followed this story since its infancy, I thank you from the bottom of my cold, unfeeling heart. I ask that you refrain from spoiling what you think you know for the new readers. Many things have changed; I hope each and every one of you will enjoy the horror-filled adventure that awaits you.

There are a few things you need to know about our protagonist before reading further.

A) His name is Roy, no known surname, age 17. Between 5'10 and 5'11, fit/athletic build, dark brunette hair, blue-green eyes.

B) He was a child soldier, genetically engineered to be the ”perfect killer,” a supersoldier gifted with impressive physical strength and stamina, as well as inhuman reaction speeds.

D) And finally... He isn't entirely sane.

There are a few more notes about him at the end of the chapter.

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The door to safety has shut tight. There is no turning back.

Ugh, dear Lord, my head...

”Augh...”

I could faintly hear someone groaning. After a moment, I realized it was me. Lovely, just the way I love to start my day; lying facedown in what's probably a puddle of my own blood, not remembering anything from the past week. How many times am I up to, now? Seven? Or was it seventeen? I've lost track. But I know it had a seven in there somewhere.

'Wha-?'

I blearily opened my eyes, feeling drowsy as all hell. Vision fuzzy, head pounding and limbs numb, the only thing that came to mind was, 'Just how the f_u_c_k do I get myself into these messes?'

Move. C'mon, get up, not dead yet. I forced my arms to move, blinking back the haze clouding my eyes. I was lying facedown on a carpeted floor,(No blood or puke, thankfully) with a foul smell lingering all around; the stench of rot, death, and decay. Not me, I hope. After several moments of struggling, I could see-

. . .

A pair of boots, with feet in them; light cream-colored ankles sticking out the tops, leading to the rolled-up cuffs of light green capris. A belt holding them up carried several pouches, notably one with a red cross on it. Above them, a flat belly covered by a green shirt and white kevlar vest, betraying an ample c_h_e_s_t, all the way up to a cute, pixie-like face with short brunette hair and bright, curious green eyes.

Human. Female. Age sixteen to twenty-four, armored; light kevlar vest, level 2 protection, carrying medical equipment. Armed, Beretta 92 in her right hand, not aimed at me.

...Safety's on, dumbass. Looks like a medic, and a fairly familiar one, too. ”Are you alright, sir?” She warily asked, her voice sounding just as cute as she looked. If not for my pounding head and mushy muscles, I'd probably be imaging her n_a_k_e_d, sprawled out over an unmade bed.

Blinking back those thoughts, I pushed myself up, getting a leg under me. ”Dunno. You here to use that weapon on me?” My voice didn't crack, thankfully, but my throat was dry; side-effect of whatever drug had been used on me, I suppose. Don't think it was liquor, I'm not feeling queasy enough for alcohol poisoning.

”Not if I don't have to. My name's Rebecca, do you know what happened here?” Huh. Thought she looked like Rebecca Chambers. What was it? Resident Evil, I think. Some lame-ass prequal.

She offered a hand and I took it, pushing more than pulling myself up. She still tottered a bit. Just a bit.

”Name's Roy. The answer to that entirely depends on what's going on, but before that, just where the hell am I?” I glanced around the room, still trying to get my bearings.

Small cabin, bunk beds on my right side with a body in the lower one. Aha, so that's the smell. Eugh.(I hate hate haaaate the stench of a rotting body. Makes me wanna heave, no matter how often I run into it. If you think roadkill stinks, you need to speak with your local crime scene techs. They'll set you straight)

”A train in Raccoon Forest, and all these people are just- Dead. I didn't see any lethal injuries on them, but...” She shuddered, her gaze avoiding the body in the room. ”You're the first person I've found who wasn't dead, or trying to kill me.”

Eh?

Raccoon-?

'You've really stepped in it this time, skipper.'

”Okay, wait wait wait. What's with the cosplay, for one? Two, what the hell? This is too far for a joke.” I was just kinda irritated by now, what with my headache and dealing with some cosplay chick who was just waaay too into her role. I don't mind the girl dressing up for some kinky roleplay, but that's just not my thing. Seriously. Besides, that gun and kevlar are real; lotta money to blow on a costume. Too much.

She tilted her head, eyebrow quirked, parroting, ”Cosplay...? Hey! I'm an officer of the law! And these people are dead, how can you call that a joke?!” She squeaked, indignant.

How can I call that a joke? Easily, I've woken up with a dead body on top of me a la my so-called 'coworkers' who thought it would be a funny prank. Assholes.

I g_r_o_a_n_e_d, pinching the bridge of my nose. I was not in the mood to deal with this. (I just woke up with the hangover of the century, damnit! If she ain't stripping, I don't wanna hear it) ”Fine, whatever you say, princess.” This is one seriously f_u_c_k_e_d-up flaming bag of shit. Why did I have to go and step on it?

Heh, y'know, she looked much cuter like that, for some reason. Must be 'cuz her a_s_s is just out of this world.

Or out of my world, anyway.

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Well, I'm lost. Outside the nearest window I saw a forest, and that this was, indeed, a train. From there, I have no f_u_c_k_i_n_g clue as to what is going on, so- Welp, f_u_c_kit. Got nothing better to do while my head catches up to my a_s_s, so I decided to tag along with the cosplay girl.

Lovely.

I followed behind her, ignoring the angry muttering I heard. Something about handcuffs, a sharpie, and revenge. Eh, I've had worse.

Out the door, to the right, and down a hall. Eesh, this is all looking mighty familiar. At the end of said hallway, was an electronically locked door. Next to it, was the body of a man that looked like he'd been torn apart by something.

I heard a sharp intake of breath from the girl next to me, before she swallowed and knelt, slowly, carefully edging her hand closer to the body, gently plucking a key from its hand. Eheheh, I was tempted to shout 'BOO!' just to see how she reacted.

But I'm not that cruel. Wait.

Hm? What's-?

Footsteps behind us, approaching. Heavy, but soft.

I waited several moments, and just as those footsteps got within four feet I spun, dashed straight at the guy, noting his stunned expression as I drove a fist in his gut, off-hand grabbing the back of his neck and pulling as I side-stepped out of the way, kicking his feet out from under him before driving a knee into the small of his back on the way down.

Within the space of an eyeblink, he was on the floor with my hand on his neck, the other restraining his right arm, and my knee digging into the small of his back.

”UWAH-!” He let out a surprised yelp, startling Rebecca and making her jump.

”Didn't anyone ever tell you not to sneak up on strangers?” Keeping my tone neutral is a habit; sounding emotionless scares people a lot more than sounding angry.

I finally got a good look at the guy; big, muscled, tattoo on his right arm(Tribal. How original) and-

And a f_u_c_k_i_n_g mullet. Are you kidding me?

Rebecca gave a start. ”Lieutenant William Coen!”

My captive looked up, scowling. ”Well, at least someone's heard of me. I'd ask if you've been fantasizing about me, but I get the feeling your boyfriend might get a little angry.”

Billy Coen.

First Rebecca, now Billy, and I'm on a train. Someone, somewhere, has a really f_u_c_k_e_d-up sense of humor.

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Somewhere, we see someone in a dark room. The author, sitting in a beanbag chair n_a_k_e_d eating cheetos.

”Mwahahahahahaaa, all too right, my friend... All too right. *Munch, crunch*”

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Back with Roy, Rebecca and Mr Mullet Warfare.

With a groan, I released Billy, stepping back and once again pinching the bridge of my nose. This is NOT how I imagined this night going down. Damned bitch must've slipped something into my drink.

Scratch that, several somethings. I'm tripping balls, man.

After dusting himself off, Mulletman turned and waltzed away, grumbling and rubbing his shoulder. I think he said something about hating cops. Anyway, Rebecca was about to go running after him when I caught her by the back of her vest and said, ”Leave him.”

”What?! But he's a wanted criminal! He's a murderer!” Her protests fell on deaf ears.

”I call bullshit on that. He was armed; if he was a murderer, he would've tried to shoot us in the back. And beyond that, he doesn't have the eyes of a killer. Let the Marines worry about him, he's out of your jurisdiction.” Fuming, she pulled out of my grasp, stomping down the hall. I simply rolled my eyes, trailing along behind her.

With a sigh, I wondered, 'How in the hell did I get myself into this shit?'

There's no way I'm in a bloody video game. No way, not possible. But if I am, then the next thing to happen-

*CRASH!-Thum-Thumpka!*

”EDWARD!” Rebecca screamed, dashing over to a figure that had just dived through one of the windows, and was now resting against one of the walls below said window.

I blinked, snarking to myself, 'I just HAD to go and open my big damn mouth.'

With a sigh, I moved over to the two of them, just missing Edward's last words. Something about monsters.

His head lolled forward, just as he stopped breathing. Rebecca grabbed his shoulders, shaking him, feeling his neck for a pulse. ”...Edward? Edward! C'mon, wake up! Ah- I can't-”

Quite suddenly,

*CRASH!*

Through the window I'd juuust stepped away from, a half-decomposed dog jumped through, landing on its feet, growling at us.

*Cra-CRASHK!* Followed by two more, on the other side. F_u_c_k me running.

Rebecca jumped to her feet, pointing her gun at the nearest dog, arms shaking. ”S-stay away! Stay back!”

'Yeah, she's green as grass. Just my luck, stuck with the rookie in a horror movie.'

Just as the dog leaped forward, jaws gaping, I felt my heart give a start, beating faster and faster.

'Not happening.'

My temples throbbed, heart quickened, lungs filled.

In that instant, everything slowed to a crawl, the edges of my vision turning grey as the rest of it took on an extra-bright hue.

I pulled the gun from Rebecca's hand, a quick spin 'round the trigger guard, righting it in my hand as I levelled the sights on the beast.

*Bang!*

One.

Turn, set the front sight.

*Pow! Baloom!*

A double-tap in the second, which fell limp to the floor, whereas the third was already in the air, too close.

I fell back onto instinct, reaching out and catching it by the throat. Just as time seemed to catch up, I jammed the barrel of that 92 between the f_u_c_ker's teeth. It had only the time to blink, when I pulled the trigger.

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”Play dead.” Dropping the body, I turned back to look at Rebecca, who was wide-eyed, lips moving, but with no words coming out.(Kinda arousing, that. I was imagining those lovely lips working something else)

I flipped the gun, holding it out to her. ”If you intend to live, then when you point this at something, never hesitate to pull the trigger. Hesitation will get you killed, Rebecca.”

Still shaking, she retook it without a word, swallowing. Hmph. Rebecca's too weak to go through this. She lacks the killing intent needed to survive such a nightmare. Sighing, I resigned myself to at least help her get through this night alive. Might even get some answers as to how the hell I wound up here.

But in order to do that-

I did a quick check of my pockets, finding that I had my knife on my belt, my lockpick set,(Hey, they're useful if I lock my keys in my car) and flashlight. Lighter and boot knife, too, but that's about it. Damnit, really wishing I had my Glock right about now.

But.

I turned my gaze to the dead guy, Edward. Hmm. Well, best not to look a gift corpse in the mouth.

Taking a knee, I felt the guy's neck. No pulse, no breathing. Eyes are open, no movement, no dilation.

He's dead, with several scratches and bite marks over his body. Reaching back, I drew my knife and slammed it through his temple, twisting once and drawing it out, fl_i_c_k_i_n_g off the bits left on the blade before sheathing it.

”W-w-What the hell are you doing?!” Ignoring her, I undid Edward's belt, pulling off the pouches on it, setting them aside.

There's what I'm after.

His sidearm, a customized Beretta 92FS. Think they called it the Samurai Edge. I removed his holster and everything else he'd had on his belt, before checking through the pockets on his vest.

Anything useful? C'mon, useful.

Aha!

Another pair of Beretta magazines, loaded. I dropped them next to the pouches and looked a bit more, finding a wallet and a few other odds and ends. Handcuffs, handcuff keys, folding baton, pepper spray, picture of a woman.

Eh.

Some useful items, but most of it's bunk.

Ditched the picture and spray, laying out the rest of the stuff.

Hm. I undid my instructor belt, setting the different pouches and packs on it in my prefered places, leaving my knife where it was; after about a minute, I had everything in place. Pistol on my 3-30, ammo on my 10, various utility stuff here and there.

Yep, I'm good to go. I stood, drawing my new gun.

Pull the mag, glance, load. Fourteen rounds. Pull slide, check chamber; one in the pipe, so that's all fifteen, plus the spares.

Two in my pocket, three more on belt. Total of 90 rounds, 9mm JHP. Got roughly forty .308 rounds; guess Eddy here was a DM. Too bad he didn't have his rifle.(He must've dropped it, just like another dumbass we all know)

Well, better than nothing. There was one last thing I needed; reaching down, I pulled Edward's nametag off his vest, and then the STARS patch from his shoulder, pocketing them.

Straightening up, I looked back to where Rebecca was standing, glaring at me. ”He doesn't need these anymore and I'd rather not go around armed with only a knife, seeing as you said the dead were attacking.” A beat later, and she exploded.

”You didn't have to be so calm about it! He-! He's dead! So show some respect!” She had tears in her eyes, looking on the verge of breaking down crying.

Damnit, I need her stable, not whining.

But, I can't just dress her down like I would a soldier that was losing it; she's too fragile for that.(That wasn't my actual reason; I noted and admitted that later, but at the time I was making an excuse for myself to be gentle about it. I'm a real pushover)

I placed a hand on her shoulder, the other raising her chin to look me in the eye. ”Rebecca. I know it hurts to lose a friend, but right now, we can't afford to let emotions override our judgement. The only thing we can do for him now, is survive. And I'll respect him by doing everything in my power to keep you alive.” Keeping my voice calm, solemn, and kind, I reassured her the best way I knew how. Dealing with people is, not my strong suit.

She heaved in a shaky breath, suppressing a sob. ”*Sniff* O- Okay. Thanks...” Smiling tranquilly, I patted her shoulder, trying my best not to look creepy and/or macabre.(Or perverted, though that's how I felt right about then)