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The Ghost Survivors & Their Fates: Daniel Cortini [Killed by Zombie] | Katherine Warren [Killed by Brian Irons] | Robert Kendo [Self-Inflicted Death] | J. Martinez (GHOST) [Killed by G-Birkin]
I decided to try my hand writing an AU/Canon divergence based on my last post here about the ghost survivor DLC affecting the main story of RE2
It’s also in ao3 if you’re interested in following there!
Daniel Cortini doesn’t feels the smell of death and blood. It’s not from the gas station in front of him, but rather coming from the air blowing in his face. It’s warm and stale, almost like ash floating all over him. He can smell smoke, but not anything else.
He glances at the car’s radio once more, the report repeating itself over and over in his head. “They almost got eaten” reverberates in his brain as he feels his nerves shooting up remembering all those grim headlines on the paper from days prior.
He shakes his head, doesn’t bother closing the car’s door just in case it will alert whatever attacker was inside. There was one person injured in there according to the report he had received, there was no time to stand idle over fleeting fears that may not even be more than just animals attacks around Arklay.
Daniel enters quietly, there is a man clutching at his neck with sitting on the floor. He’s recently deceased, that much he can tell at first glance. Fresh blood sticks to the wound and his face is slack. When he goes to check for a pulse there is nothing, his body is still warm, but all life has left the clerk. Once he notices the bite-like mark and the chunks of meat missing from the wound, all his fears resurface once again.
The sheriff swallows thickly, looks around the store and just as he’s about to enter the back he notices the pungent smell of decay and growl that sounds too human like to be the one of a rabid animal. Before he can react a rotting hand is on his shoulder, fingers trying to claw through the fabric of his shirt.
He struggles, the man is crazed and ravenous, doesn’t listens to a single word Daniel is shouting, and amid the struggle, once teeth are far too close to comfort, Daniel manages to get a hold on his gun, aiming widely and pressing the trigger. The gunshot echoes around the empty store as brain matter splatters over the wall behind the crazed man, he drops immediately, all growling ceasing for a moment as he recovers his breath.
A new wave of panic hits him, he just killed a civilian. A crazy, cannibal, murderous civilian, but that doesn’t makes him any less of a murderer. Self defense be damned, the way the man’s head exploded and the wet sound of his brain would forever haunt him.
However, his panic is short lived. Something hits the glass of the store once, then twice, then too many times to count. Daniel looks up to see people pressing themselves over the glass panels of the store, hissing and snarling. His panic turns into fear, he can see guts spilling open leaving stains over the glass, bones poking from flesh, fingers twisted in a manner they shouldn’t be, and eyes so lifeless staring at him, almost in hunger.
They look like corpses, they most certainly smell like one. One of them has half his face blown off, tongue lolling off as there was no lower jaw to maintain it.
He doesn’t hesitate, not this time. Fear is turned to survival instinct, they don’t stop with bullets to the chest or shoulders, and only drop when the heads are hit. Daniel keeps a steady pace, but the gunshots are calling attention of all the undead near, like setting off a dinner bell among hungry wolves. His ammo runs dangerously low after a few rounds, and the crashing at the back of the store announces that more of those things have broken in.
He’s trying to be calm, but his eyes are wild, looking for any way he can leave the store crawling with the dead. They’re slowly stumbling through aisles, trying to reach the corner he pushed himself into to keep his distance from the glass that threatened to burst and spill corpses over corpses inside. But there isn't a clear path right away, now the bodies have moved far enough for him to see the door. He just has to be quick, just has to run and he’ll be out.
A zombie snarls far too close to comfort as Daniel makes a run for it, and he notices the clerk's lifeless body is standing close, his neck spilling coagulated blood and his eyes devoid of life. The store it’s no big at all, another gas stop in the middle of the road, but with hands clawing at his feet and hungry growls behind his every step make it seem like it’s just too far away, the he isn’t being quick enough. Yet he’s so close, almost--
The door slams open, light spilling inside the dark, blood covered store. Cold air hitting his face as the sheriff stares at whoever stepped inside what was a death trap to him. It takes him a second, he can’t see wounds, or dead eyes or a mouth pulled in a snarl--
“Get down!”
His body obeys, a bullet soars over him and hits a zombie straight in the head. Daniel takes a quick look behind him, all the bodies piling up, before he quickly exists the store. The man who just saved his life is holding a gun, a civilian most likely. The outside of the store is just as bad as the inside, and both men quickly make a beeline for the nearest way to escape, the police car the sheriff had taken with and left open.
Neither of them hesitates. The man-- boy, honestly, he can’t be older than 20, takes the wheel while he took shotgun, closing the doors with a hurried slam while using the car keys still on the ignition, the car sputters to life in a second, and they quickly escape the now swarmed gas station, now following the dark road towards the city.
Daniel Cortini breathes hard, his heart nearly breaking his ribcage and his hands shaking, adrenaline wearing off. For a moment he says nothing, his mouth dry and his brain trying to catch up with what he had just done, what he had seen. He needs to radio back to Stone Ville asap, he knows it, but his hands can’t stop shaking and his breathing had just begun to go back to normal.
He made it, he somehow survived all that chaos, stuck in a small store with only his pistol with zombie after zombie bursting in. He made it in one piece, It was all that mattered to him right now.
Resident Evil Characters & Their Deaths (Law Enforcement/Civillian Edition): Daniel Cortini | Elliot Edward | Marvin Branhagh |Ben Bertolucci | Robert & Emma Kendo
