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Resident Evil: Neo

Sherry Birkin

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Sherry watched from the window. Was this what she was looking for?

Oh, no.

Decapitation was usually the end. She didn’t know if that applied to Hawking- she had no idea how the Golgotha worked- but she did know that humans weren’t going to stand a chance if this thing got a hold of them. They were in a humvee, so maybe they had something to deal with this thing, but if it caught them head on…

She flicked on the flashlight at her temple before banging the door open. “Hey!” she shouted, trying to get the creature’s attention. She managed to fire a shot at it before the humvee was too in-the-way for her to risk another.

Resident Evil: Neo

Sherry Birkin

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Darwin, Einstein, and Junior.

She had siblings.

And yet their Father was not her father.

At the mention that it wasn’t safe she pulled her gun out of its holster, holding it in a low ready position. The she closed the door behind Hawking and posted herself at the edge of the window, so that she was out of sight but able to see out. Not that she could see much at the moment.

Resident Evil: Neo

Sherry Birkin

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Sherry allowed herself to be held and guided, her brain too much of a mess to speak. It seemed naive, to allow herself to be led to this cabin, but she didn’t think she had anything to fear from this man, not with the way he was speaking.

It was a simple space with two rooms. She was led into the second where there was a bed. She wasn’t tired, but even so she drifted off and by the time she woke again, the sky was dark outside the drafty windows.

The initial shock had passed. Still, Sherry was feeling… well, a lot of things. Confused. Confused was the best word for it right now. There was so much to process. And on top of that, she had her investigation to worry about.

For the moment, it seemed best to stay here. She would be safe for the night and the man might have information she could use. She reluctantly pulled herself out of the warmth of the bed and went out into the other room.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name.”

And then suddenly she was enveloped in his arms and she didn’t know what to do. She didn’t fight it, but she didn’t return the affection.

Resident Evil: Neo

Sherry Birkin

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Sherry took the photo into her hands. There was no need to closely examine it; with a single glance it was all over, her brain imitating the blue screen of death moment she had become so familiar with in her youth. The photo trembled in her hands as she stared blankly at it, her ears rushing as the tidal wave that was her childhood was brought to the surface.

That is Father.

Yes, he was, but he couldn’t be. Her father had mutated beyond recognition and died. Maybe this was a photo from back then, it wasn’t like she saw him much anyways- but it couldn’t be, because the photos she had from back then were seared into her memory and he did not look like that. Nor was he prone to any kind of affection, so consumed was he by his work.

She pushed down the rage that suddenly bubbled up at the thought that her father had had another family, one that he spent time with, while she had to beg him for acknowledgment of her existence. It wasn’t real. It was a twin, a clone, something, but it was not her father.

Then the nausea hit and she turned to face the ground, legs splayed awkwardly to the other side. She tried to breathe through it, willing the contents of her stomach to stay down, but it was no use; she gagged and coughed until there was nothing left and even then was still left gasping. It took everything in her to stay upright but she did, and she almost laughed because it was a good thing she hadn’t eaten more and that was such a strange thought to cross her mind at this moment.

“I’m sorry,” she mumbled, only vaguely cognizant that she was speaking.

Resident Evil: Neo

Sherry Birkin

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”Hmmm.” She reached over and helped herself to a chunk of the meat. “Thank you for sharing your food,” she said before she took a bite. It wasn’t terrible.

“Sorry, you… your father birthed you? Who was your father? And how old are you?”

She started to get a sinking feeling in her stomach, and it wasn’t from the deer. Rationally she knew the G-virus was just like any other virus that could be engineered for bioterrorism, but this one… it felt like everything that Claire and Leon had done, the sacrifices her parents had made, were all for nothing, now that someone had finished the work her father started.

Resident Evil: Neo

Sherry Birkin

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There were not many things that could faze Sherry Birkin at this point in her life. It was actually kind of impressive that anything did at all. She had gone through enough that she recovered quite quickly. She stayed in her place on the ground, fingers brushing over the leaves and grass on the surface.

“Yes, I’m fine. And you didn’t offend me. But… what is a Golgotha?” she asked. If she could find out what his understanding was, somewhere within the information he had would give her an answer. Even if she wasn’t quite sure what the question was yet.

She looked at the meat warily. “Is it raw or cooked?” Not that it would kill her either way.

Darkhearts: A Forgotten Realms RP

Charynrae did not move when she heard the shift in breathing that indicated her companion was awake; it would take a moment for him to become aware, so there was no use in rushing. Indeed many things were better served going slowly, like torture, for one, especially the kind of torture she had in mind for her companion.

She languidly pushed herself up to sit on her heels, her arms stretching overhead with her fingers interlocked to get rid of the last vestiges of sleep from her limbs, huffing out a small sigh. “Yes, indeed, that sounds like a plan.” She got herself together, stopping before her companion when she was ready. She placed a hand on his cheek again, her lips turned into a smirk. “How was I in your dreams, Amal?” she asked with a flutter of her eyelashes, feigning innocence.

She paused for only a moment to see his reaction before turning and sashaying away, pulling the hood of her cloak up and ensuring her hair was tucked away as she went.

“You know, I am almost convinced that this place is simply a portion of the Underdark brought above ground.”

It was long after breakfast and they had left the settlement and everywhere they turned it was just. more. rocks. “You could paint a picture of this place in a single stroke of grey paint. The beginning, where you have the most pigment, is darker like the ground, and it just fades out as it goes up.”

Resident Evil: Neo

Sherry Birkin

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Sherry’s stomach dropped before her mind had even consciously processed what she was looking at. For a moment she was twelve years old again, frozen to the spot, staring at the thing before her as she tried to reconcile it with the man she knew as her father. Golgotha… the G-virus. So this man…

But he couldn’t be, could he? The virus had never been ‘perfected’. Between listening to the researchers who had poked and prodded at her over the years, and information afforded to her by her work now, she was the closest thing to what her father had envisioned the virus to be.

She couldn’t remember sitting herself down on the ground, but there she was, her brow furrowed, mouth hanging open in shock. “I… no. I cannot transform,” she answered finally.

Resident Evil: Neo

Sherry Birkin

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Yes, he definitely lived out here. Sherry knew the signs of someone far removed from civilization. She didn’t flinch as the man circled her, though she kept on guard, always ready to pull out her stun baton if it looked like it was necessary. Her instinct told her he was harmless, but you could never be too careful.

He was examining her, but not in the cold, clinical way she had been examined for so much of her life. No, this was more like an animal or a child trying to make sense of something new.

It was Sherry’s turn to be confused. Golgotha… why does that sound so familiar? “I’m sorry, I don’t follow. What is it you think I am?”

Resident Evil: Neo

Sherry Birkin

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What was it about the Midwest? First it was Raccoon City, and now here was Sherry Birkin, trekking through a Minnesota forest looking for some strangely mutilated animals that could be connected to yet another instrument of bio-terrorism. On the bright side, the forest was absolutely gorgeous this time of year; the vivid orange and red leaves that sat atop the trees had looked especially brilliant at sunset yesterday. She probably wasn’t going to get as good a view today from the thick of the forest.

She had been walking for hours now and so far, she had come across exactly zero mutilated carcasses, or anything out of the ordinary, really. There was always a part of her that hoped that this was going to turn out to be nothing, maybe some kind of Halloween trick that someone mistook for something real. But somehow it never turned out to be nothing.

Was that a fire she smelled?

Yes, she could definitely smell a fire. Her eyes swept the skyline, making out smoke wafting up and away over the treetops. She made her way towards it, especially wary now, lest she interrupt some bizarre ritual involving fire and an animal being cut to pieces as it squirmed.

Her lonely childhood years had given her an active imagination. Fortunately, reality was much tamer: when she reached the fire, she found just a man. He looked like he lived out here, which seemed unusual, but quite frankly, there wasn’t much that could truly shock Sherry.

“Hi. Sorry to interrupt. My name is Sherry Birkin. I’m a federal agent with the Division of Security Operations. I’m not here for you; I’m here to look into reports of animals having undergone bizarre mutilations. Have you seen any?”

Her lonely childhood years had not given her social skills.