Chapter 21: Chapter 21: Bonds
The warehouse was a temporary haven, its steel walls offering a semblance of safety. The survivors huddled around a makeshift fire, the flickering flames casting shadows across their tired faces. The chaos of their escape had left everyone on edge, but the relative quiet allowed them to catch their breath.
Azizah sat near the fire, her baton resting across her lap. She scanned the group, her eyes lingering on each new face. David leaned against a crate, sharpening his crowbar with methodical precision. George was tending to Cindy's scrapes, his hands steady despite the exhaustion etched into his features. Alyssa stood near the door, her arms crossed as she kept a wary eye on the street outside.
The silence was heavy, broken only by the occasional crackle of the fire. Finally, Jill spoke, her voice cutting through the tension. "We've been through hell to get this far. Might as well get to know each other."
David glanced up from his crowbar, his rugged features softening slightly. "Not much to tell. Name's David King. Used to be a plumber before all this. Guess fixing pipes doesn't matter much when the city's falling apart."
Cindy smiled faintly. "Still sounds useful. I'm Cindy Lennox. Worked at Jack's Bar—well, before it became ground zero for this nightmare."
George chimed in, his voice calm but tinged with sadness. "Dr. George Hamilton. I was a surgeon at Memorial Hospital. Tried to keep things together when the outbreak started, but…" He trailed off, his expression darkening.
"You did your best," Cindy said softly, offering him a reassuring smile.
Alyssa snorted, her tone sharp but not unkind. "A journalist, if you couldn't tell. Alyssa Ashcroft. I was digging into Umbrella long before this mess started. Figured they were up to no good, but I didn't think it'd lead to this."
Leon leaned forward, his expression thoughtful. "You're not wrong. Umbrella's been behind a lot of shady stuff, but we've only scratched the surface."
Azizah listened quietly, letting the others share their stories before speaking. "I'm Azizah Lockhart. Just a rookie at the RPD before all this. Never thought I'd be leading a group like this, but here we are."
"You're more than just a rookie," Kevin said, his voice firm. "We wouldn't have made it this far without you."
Azizah shrugged, uncomfortable with the praise. "Just doing what I can."
Mark, who had been silent until now, nodded in agreement. "You've got good instincts, Lockhart. That's what we need right now."
As the hours passed, the survivors began to relax, their initial wariness giving way to camaraderie. Cindy handed out small snacks she had salvaged, her cheerful demeanor lifting the group's spirits. George shared a few medical tips, explaining how to treat wounds with limited resources.
David, ever practical, showed Kevin and Leon how to reinforce the warehouse's barricades. "These things aren't gonna hold forever, but it'll buy us time," he said, demonstrating how to wedge metal scraps into the gaps.
Alyssa, meanwhile, cornered Jill. "So, what's your story, Valentine? You've got the look of someone who's seen this kind of thing before."
Jill hesitated before replying. "S.T.A.R.S. We dealt with Umbrella's mess at the Spencer Mansion. This outbreak? It's just a bigger version of the same nightmare."
Alyssa whistled low. "You're not messing around, huh?"
"Not when it comes to Umbrella," Jill said, her voice hard.
While the adults bonded, Sherry sat quietly near Claire, clutching her stuffed toy. Seeing the little girl's apprehension, Cindy approached with a warm smile. "Hey, sweetie. You doing okay?"
Sherry nodded hesitantly. "I'm scared."
Cindy knelt beside her, her voice gentle. "It's okay to be scared. We all are. But we're here for each other, and that makes us strong."
Sherry smiled faintly, the tension in her small shoulders easing. Claire ruffled her hair, her own smile softening. "You're braver than most adults I know, Sherry."
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As night deepened, the group gathered around the fire, the warmth chasing away some of the chill. Alyssa pulled a flask from her jacket and offered it around. "Not much left, but I'd say we've earned it."
Leon took a swig and grimaced. "What is that?"
"Cheap whiskey," Alyssa said with a smirk. "But it does the job."
Laughter rippled through the group, a rare sound in the midst of their ordeal. For a moment, the horrors outside felt distant, replaced by a fragile sense of normalcy.
Azizah leaned back, her gaze drifting to the flickering flames. Her system chimed softly, reminding her of the challenges ahead. But for now, she allowed herself to savor the moment—a brief respite in the chaos.
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To Be Continued...