1.5 years, Home;
*Pow!*
*Pow!*
*Pow!*
A young child is confronting what appears to be a bloody human, except where there should be a head, there was one long and nasty looking tentacle filled with sharp spikes where a blade was attached to its end; making the figure appear extremely dangerous and scary enough to make a normal human's hair stand on end.
The young child was constantly on the move, seamlessly switching from one move to another; jumping, sliding, side-stepping, and running, all so he could dodge the projectile aiming at his small body and seize every chance to strike at his target with hate.
*Smack!*
Eddie spun his body to give one last backhand slap at the rubber ball, where it hit the humanoid drawing on the wall. It bounced to hit the ceiling, then the ground, until it ceased and stood still.
"Huff...Huff.."
Yes, that young child is only Eddie, that creepy figure is only a drawing on the wall, and the projectile is only a rubber ball.
Eddie drew the 'Cephalo' on the wall five months ago to regain his long lost calm and help him meditate. The cause of his paranoia? The revelation of the world he is currently living in.
Resident Evil is considered a world of an 'Upper Mortal' standard. There are no gods, no demons, nor ghosts in here. This world only hosts mortal humans; humans who have to rely on scientific technology to advance. Almost the same as his previous world except; their technology was advanced enough to boost themselves to inhuman proportions. Unfortunately, their greed, selfishness, and ambition affected the entire world, pushing the human race to extinction. Those bastards of Umbrella and their inhuman creations are what formed the Resident Evil.
Resident Evil is an apocalyptic world. Surviving in it would only get harder and harder along with time. Hell, in the final chapter, only less than 1% of the humans survived with the rest turning into zombies, more dead than ever.
The masterminds of the apocalypse, Umbrella Inc., are not a lesser threat to me than the zombies. In fact, they'd be much more harder to deal with and even deadlier than them. Not to mention the boosts they have in their bodies, or their deadly killing techniques, they've got super aircrafts, super tanks, super strongholds, and a super AI that could monitor the whole world; they have the best technology in the world while the rest could only hang on to 'old' and 'outdated' technology.
It truly is an unfair situation for the survivors. Those antagonists could crush the heroes at ease. Even for me, someone with a super cheat, it would not be easy for me to survive their attacks.
I am a reincarnator, with an OP cheat to boot. It might sound like it is a huge superiority for me in this world, but the truth is that it wouldn't help me that much. From identifying my wheel-chaired father and the name of the city, I recognized that the version of Resident Evil in this world leans more towards the film series, and they have huge problems.
Resident Evil film series, like most of the movies, describes only 1 or 2 events per movie in the world; meaning that I would only know what happened at that time with only the protagonist, few to none crucial information about the rest of the world. Also, the directors messed with a lot of stuff and hid more than a few crucial information. RE1 and RE2 were fine, they were connected. RE3? Side characters disappeared and protagonist is suddenly in a desert, great. RE5? The crucial ultimate battlescene disappeared entirely along with her companions and the only message about it is; Wesker betrayed us. I so wanted to punch the TV at that time.
Resident Evil is a zombie acopalypse world, not a ghost one. In other words, I will not get any more soul force while living in this world. The soul force I have had prior to reincarnation is the one that I will have for the rest of my life in here. My cheat, will only provide me with its basic function after exhausting my soul force which is; skipping the time to train my body in exchange for extreme hunger. Plenty powerful, but sent dozens of my plans crashing.
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As a result of all those reasons; my combat power against the mutants and other dangers of this world worried me, I wished to upgrade muscular cells instead for a period of time, but I eventually stuck with my original choice of upgrading blood cells as they were making me better over-all and not only upgrade my strength.
Only viable plan that could guarantee my survival so far is to get strong enough to hold the main character's thigh, or more like; ten times stronger than the main character to be capable of holding her thigh. Seriously, main character's 'lucky' and 'strong' companions only keep on disappearing to who knows where!
Five minutes passed as Eddie was resting, then he got up to practice again. At first, he treated this as some ordinary exercise a few months ago, training his accuracy by throwing projectiles and all, until he discovered that he could improve his eye-hand coordination with it, he then directly involved his whole body in the practice; not just aiming and throwing, but also hitting, moving, and dodging. He could feel having finer controls of his body movement with every passing day. He thinks that he will be having this practice for sometime, atleast until he finds a legitimate combat training method.
*Bam!*
His mother barged into his room, like always.
"Eddie! Time for a bath!"
Eddie stared at her eyes a bit in dissatisfaction, then looked at her slightly protruding belly, finally, inwardly sighing, he let her carry him.
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Marley is sitting naked inside a hot tub in the bathroom, rubbing at her son's red hair and body with her hands while he's sitting on her knees.
Her baths with Eddie is one of her favourite daily activities. The hot water is relaxing for sure, but the reason for it to be so enjoyable is mainly because of Eddie.
Eddie has been in the state of rapid growth for a whole year now; his body is rapidly growing every day. As such, Marley had decided to make sure to daily check the changes of Eddie's whole body prudently, atleast, at first it was so. Nowadays, she just sticks him close to herself and enjoy his soft skin whenever they get a shower or go to sleep; she just found him too comfortable, it was not her fault.
Right now, she is similarly doing the same thing as always; rubbing, poking, pinching, and biting him. Except this time, instead of her usual goofy face and glittering eyes, she has a pondering smile.
As Eddie's mother, Marley has been exposed to many peculiarities of him. Since his sudden fever, rapid growth, and his growing appetite since last year, he also has had other oddities that popped up during the year that sets him out of the children she spent time with in her life including; never crying, spending most of his time isolated, and his constant demands for her to read for him advanced books like biology; mostly biology. He still shows child-like behaviours, like playing with the rubber ball, so she just guessed that he's that special among other children. As such, for his growth, she took an attitude of letting him have free reign without making her opinions restrict him, letting him grow and play as he liked for his first few years; as long as he didn't go out of his way to break things or break himself.
Marley is pondering about one of the oddities of Eddie right now; about one, odd, creepy, thing. Eddie started drawing That in his new bedroom's wall a few months ago, at that time, she only watched and teased him for some time. Then, That was complete, to which she only kept silent about and contained her questions about it. That grown sharp looking spikes and blade, That had blood splattered across its body, That had blood dripping from its spikes and blade; she endured this, waiting for her son's interest to shift to something else, hopefully something nicer, which obviously, was in vain. Now, she knows That kept on getting more and more real, and That is giving her the heebie jeebies.
Recalling That, she couldn't endure it anymore, hugged Eddie to her chest and asked;
"Eddie, what is that thing you drew on the wall?"
She felt Eddie stiffen, to which she hugged him tighter.
"...It's a monster from my nightmares,"
She raised an eyebrow, then turned him around to face her. She became worried seeing the fear in his eyes. Holding his chin gently, she looked at his eyes and asked,
"Then why did you draw it?"
"It is to face it! If I train to fight it, I will eventually win!"
Marley was shocked looking at her son's determined and serious face. She thought that this should be funny, but she only felt rage inside.
Marley, Eddie's mother, was terrified only from looking at it several times, while Eddie is already facing it for several months!
Recalling Eddie's lack of smiles and bloodshot eyes these past months, she became even more furious!
HOW WOULD IT DARE?!
NIGHTMARE OR NOT, THAT FUCKING THING SHOULD NEVER PICK ON MY SON!
AND I WAS AFRAID OF IT?!
RIDICULOUS!
"Remember honey, mother will always protect you!"
Marley Ashford bared her teeth, showing a murderous smile,
"As for whatever that thing is, I will tear it to shreds!"
Eddie looked up at his mother's furious and murderous face; he did not feel scared, but for the first time since reincarnating in this world, he felt safe.
Eddie slept relieved and contented that night, the warmth of his mother's embrace consuming him.