She kept coming, nearly falling, stumbling over her one broken heel.
I don’t… want to kill you.” Leon pleaded, begged. As red as the blood that was now smeared over her once beautiful face. The tattered dress she wore was as red as the blood she was hungry for. Her shadowy figure staggered out from behind the door. His hand began to shake, and his eyes seared as he fought to keep them open, when they so badly wanted to close. Leon clenched the grip of the gun tightly, afraid it would otherwise slip. Only hunger drove her now, he knew that, and soon, he would be no different. He could smell her rotting flesh, but her face was still masked in the shadows.īut she didn’t stop, and she wouldn’t. He could hear painful, empty moans coming from outside. As the door opened, the endless darkness of night poured in like smoke, intermingling with the dimly lit room. It took everything Leon had to keep his aim steady, forcing it centered on the doorway. The door creaked, and adrenaline rushed as he turned the gun back away from himself. How much longer? How long until I’m like her? The Progenitor Virus coursing fresh in his blood, he felt it consuming him. Kennedy, Special Agent of the US Government, was infected. His primary objective was now just a feint memory. This project is not only for myself, but for the other Resident Evil fans out there that always wondered “What if…” when it came to the original Resident Evil 4 trailers, now dubbed “ Resident Evil 3.5.” Without further ado, the prologue to my version of this untold tale… Hello Rely on Horror readers! I’m excited to present something that I’ve been working on for quite a long time.
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