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ﾟ。 Together Always | Serrenwong | Chapter One: Stray Path
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| this is a snippet of chapter one of my leon kennedy/ada wong/luis serra fic i started on a03 | i haven't gotten around to finishing ch2 but i wanted to share a bit of it here as well ꨄ | you can find the rest right here |
There's not much I can do to prevent my death.
The gruelling training and missions I've been forced to take part in have always been dangerous. But there didn't seem to be anything I couldn't handle.
The attack came out of nowhere. The cruiser totaled, and through my bloody vision I noticed something... someone watching it happen.
Opening his eyes slowly, the environment came into focus. Decimated windows and crushed metal close to the forest floor. He reached up to touch the ceiling, pressing his palms against the ragged surface. Hanging upside down thanks to his seatbelt fitted snugly locked across his body, he aimed to stabilize himself before unbuckling. He fumbled around for a second, missing the buckle twice but eventually grabbing ahold and jamming his thumb into the button. It delayed, but suddenly the seatbelt snapped back into place and he went careening out of the seat, landing hard on his shoulder. He reached for the window nearest to him. The only one that hadn't shattered completely during the crash. He wasn't really thinking about anything at the moment except getting out of the damaged cruiser, throwing his elbow into the weak points of the glass until it too shattered.
He shielded his face from the rain of broken glass, pulling off his sheepskin coat and swiping it around the window frame to clear the rest of it out before finally deciding it was safe enough to climb out. The cruiser had landed in such a way that narrowly avoided completely crushing him. Avoiding death already. He thought as he got himself to his feet. I think that's a new record.
Now that he was free from that death trap, he limped a couple of steps away, radio in hand. It still worked. Thank God. But it didn't seem to be getting a signal from where the accident had landed him. He took a quick look around, surveying his surroundings. Hunnigan had informed him that Ashley Graham, the young woman he had been sent here to rescue, was holed up somewhere in a village. Now, the unfortunate circumstances he'd found himself in could have a) worked in his favor and landed him closer to said village, or b) completely fucked up the entire mission and sent him careening away from the village and therefore away from Ashley. He couldn't tell where he was, especially not with whatever was in his eyes. He wiped his face. Thanks to the fingerless gloves that somehow survived, only his fingertips gave away what it was. Blood. Nice and red. Meaning he had an injury somewhere on his head that he couldn't see. There was no pain, no throbbing, nothing of the sort, so he decided it was probably a better idea to just ignore it until he at least knew where the hell he was.
His radio coughed out a pathetic little twittle that- if you thought about it- could sort of resemble the sound of Hunnigan's voice. He didn't have anything to lose, so he pressed the speak button anyway. "Condor One to Roost. My transportation has gone off course. We were attacked back on the trail and my escorts have disappeared. I have no knowledge of my location and my signal isn't great."
He waited for a response, but none came.
"Just my fucking luck," He exhaled, shoving his radio back into his pocket and pulling his coat back on. The densely forested area he was in right now wasn't exactly lush and green. Everything looked somehow like it'd been dead for a long time, but the tan yellow leaves and shrubs still had that limp, smooth quality that live plants had. The trees were strung with some kind of rope where little wooden symbols hung down. Very strange looking symbol. He would've taken one down to get a closer look, but they were hanging just barely out of reach, and he assumed it was better to just leave them alone. Something about it gave him a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach.
Aside from this, it became clear that the very first thing that he needed to do was find a way to establish a connection stable enough to reach Hunnigan.
He did a quick once over of the state of himself, pausing to brush off diamond dusts of broken glass from his shirt and pants. A dime-sized piece of glass lodged itself into the skin between his knuckles somehow during the crash, so he swiftly pulled it out. Luckily, that seemed to be the extent of his injuries minus a few bumps and scrapes, and maybe a muscle pull in his right shoulder. Oh, and of course the mystery injury somewhere on his head. He wondered if his escorts, the police officers, fared any better... or worse. Wherever they were. There was no blood in the driver or passenger seats. No indication that they were affected badly by the crash. In fact, there weren't even physical signs the officers had ever been in there in the first place. No badges, hats, identification. Nothing. The only logical conclusion he could seem to draw was the fact that something... or someone for that matter took the officers away somewhere. Maybe the symbols he'd seen around this place had something to do with it. Maybe this had something to do with the people who kidnapped Ashley. So many theories, but no Roost to report them to. The only thing he could do right now was brave the trek through the woods and hope he could pick up Hunnigan's signal somewhere along the way.
"Woods it is." He said to nobody in particular. "I've always wanted to go hiking in Spain anyway."
