The hordes of zombies coming from every side felt endless. Chris has pushed the screams of his fellow soldiers out of his mind long ago. His body didn't feel like his anymore, he was only a spectator watching as more and more zombies fell to the ground unmoving. He and his team slowly proceeded further. The target was another researcher they were supposed to rescue. Chris had questions but he wouldn't understand the answers. He could only do as he was told. If he only had his old captain's insight.
It took too long before they pushed through, Chris in the front. He didn't dare to look behind and see how many he has lost. Only when the path was clearer he noticed a boy ahead of them who looked like he hadn't died yet from afar. Chris didn't need to think about it. He rushed towards the possible survivor.
"Focus on the task, Redfield." Chris didn't even register the voice coming from the comms. He heard a voice much more distant but resolute. "S.T.A.R.S. don't leave anyone behind." And he heard his husband mourn every life lost to this hell on earth in the rare moments he let himself feel in Chris's arms.
He made it towards the boy, eliminating every threat. "Are you hurt? Bitten?"
Upon hearing footsteps of a group of military officers, one man commanding the others, the ragged blond man, who was surrounded in a puddle of blood, kept his gaze from Chris. His eyes bloodshot, gashes and lacerations scabbing already across the bridge of his nose, burns on his shoulders, fractures on his leg, and bruises outlining his torso. Akiva didn’t say a word to the commanding officer, shutting down, and kept his head down.
All Akiva was wearing was a shredded olive jacket with fur outlining the the top of the hood, wrapping it tightly around his, ripped and soaked in blood navy blue jeans, and completely barefoot.
After several minutes of silence, Akiva made minimal eye contact with Chris Redfield,
“No…weapons. No military. You need to get away. Get out of here..please. I’ll..I’ll be fine.”
His voice frail and broken, knowing damn well that he had just shredded the undead moments ago, bite marks outlining his entire body. Not a single inch of his body was laced with infectious bacteria from the bite marks. It would take some time for him to regenerate considering the damage that was done.
He finished off, tightly wrapping the jacket even tighter than before. It was obvious that he did not want to be touched.
