Iām only now really realizing how utterly insane the end of RE7 must have been for Chris Redfield.
I mean, heās an experienced BSAA agent. Heās survived the worst bioweapon disasters his world has known. Heās lost friends and whole squads to monsters straight out of peopleās nightmares.
Then one afternoon he gets a report, detailing a horrific outbreak where Tyrant-Class Bioweapons have been making people disappear in the Louisiana swamps. There are reports of explosions, fire, gunshots, screams.
Chris hops into a helicopter, mentally preparing for hell on earth. The helicopter reaches the site, Chris looks down, and sees what looks like a giant petrified tree sprouting out of the ruins of a house, destruction in every direction and there, standing in a little clearing near the collapsed tree, holding a rifle, is a Olive Garden breadstick of a man, his hands cupped around his mouth, shouting up to them āhey my wife and I could use some help!ā
Heās wearing fucking jeans and a fucking white button down shirt. He looks like a suburban dad coming off of work. He looks like he drives a minivan. He looks like the most excitement he sees is the office Christmas party when his boss hands out free champagne.
Heās blue-eyed and has blonde hair, light skin, he looks like a Sim come to life. Like a mannequin from The Gap.
Chris, still floored, rappels down to the man. He asks his name.
āEthan,ā the guy says with the faintest California accent. Heās smiling exhaustedly.
Chris scans the scene for any monsters. There are none. This fluffy Texas Toast white bread man took out all the monsters? By himself? With a flimsy rifle? That was several years old? While protecting his wife?!
Chris wouldnāt have entered the house without at least three squads. Heās learned his lesson from the mansion outside Raccoon City.
One man. One, regular man. Itās beyond impossible, itās unbelievable, it canāt be true.
Chris pinches himself to make sure. Yup, not dreaming. āEthan, are you human?ā
Ethan frowns at him like a confused puppy. Chris is reminded of a beagle retriever mix. āIām pretty sure I am.ā
āIāll check you just to make sure.ā Chris runs a scanner up and down Ethanās body. He looks at the results. āAre you *sure* youāre human?ā
Ethan laughs self-deprecatingly. āI did get a lot of that goo on myself but I didnāt eat any of it, pretty sure Iām fine.ā
Chris looks back down at the scanner. Incredibly high concentrations of the virus. By all accounts, Ethan should be a morphed bloody mess right now, extra eyes and hands mutating out of his torso, half his face melted. Chris looks back up at Ethan. Heās smiling nervously, happy in his delusion. He reaches up to scratch some dirt out of his hair then winces as he realizes heās tried to use the arm that appears to have the hand stapled back onto it. Chris googles at it. Regardless of mutations the pain and blood loss from that alone should render Ethan dead. āWhy are you here Ethan?ā
āI got a cryptic message from my wife whoād been missing for three years. I figured she was in trouble so I went to find her.ā
āAnd when you found her?ā
āSheād been infected and cut my hand off with a chainsaw.ā
āWhat did you do then?ā
Chris expects Ethan to spin some tale about blundering through the forest and killing an infected tree. Instead, this man looks right at Chris with the eyes of a madman and says āI went and found a cure to save her.ā
āYouā¦what?!ā
āWell admittedly Zoe did help me out with that. I hope she was out of the house when it collapsed, she was a great friend.ā
āThe fuck?ā Chris muttered under his breath. Most of the people he knew, including his BSAA teammates, would run for backup upon finding someone they cared for had been infected.
Chris himself had made a promise with Claire that if either of them got infected theyād do each other the honor of a mercy killing.
Cures for any virus outbreak were one in a billion. But Ethan had been totally confident in his ability to rescue his wife and cure her of the infection that caused her to cut his hand off with a chainsaw! āWho the hell are you?ā
āWell Iām a systems engineer by trade, originally from LA. God the drive down here was so long.ā
Chris blinked. Then again. Then again. Still didnāt seem like he was losing his mind and hallucinating. āI have to make a call, Iāll be right back.ā
Chris passed the oblivious Ethan off to one of his lieutenants, instructing him to get Ethan some medical attention.
Jill picked up on the first ring. āValentine.ā
āJill itās Chris.ā
āWhatās up? I heard you were sent out to Louisiana. Rough stuff, I hope youāre alright.ā
āYeahā¦about that. I need to bring a bioweapon into the BSAA as an agent.ā
āAre you out of your mind?! Theyāll never go for it!ā
Chris looked over at Ethan, now waving a tiny green bottle at one of the medics, demonstrating pouring it onto his injured arm. āI think theyāll make an exception.ā




















