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Redfield
Legacy Name: Redfield

The

Storm Kumos
Owner:

Durandal

Age: 8 years, 6 months, 4 weeks

Born: September 23rd, 2015

Adopted: 8 years, 6 months, 4 weeks ago

Adopted: September 23rd, 2015

Statistics

Level: 1
Strength: 10
Defense: 10
Speed: 10
Health: 10
HP: 10/10
Intelligence: 1
Books Read: 1
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

CREDITS

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helix (get it)
story by Barry, the

Burton ♥️

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Chris cocked his shotgun, the weight of the weapon beginning to strain his biceps. The shell casing flew somewhere to the left, creating a quiet metallic ringing in his ear.

Reaching into his ammo bag, he pulls out two more shells. His body is pressed tightly against the wall, his heartbeat seemingly shaking the whole structure.

Suddenly from his right, a J'avo reaches around the wall and pulls Chris to his feet. A violent jerk causes Chris to drop his gun, and he's pulled up so his feet dangled a few inches in the air.

Chris grabs at the creature's hand, trying desperately to loosen the creature's grip on him.“Chris!” a voice shouts in the distance.

It's Piers. Two J'avo have him pinned to the ground, and a third is nearby. “Damn it,” he mutters to himself. “Piers!” Chris screams and brings an elbow down on the creature's arm, causing it to release him. He scrambles for his shotgun and rolls to his back, pulling the trigger just in time for connect with his assailant's head.Brain matter covers Chris' face and the surrounding area. Ignoring the gooey substance, Chris leaps to his feet and begins running towards Piers.

Suddenly, the surroundings change. Chris' foot vanishes in six inches of water.

The room is pitch black and flooded. Piers is laying in the water, alone and still. Chris picks up speed, and when he reaches Piers he sees his right arm has mutated. His face is covered in blood, the skin that is visible is grey, and the arm is veinous and pulsating.

Once Chris kneels at his side, he sees that Piers is taking shallow breaths.

The moment he reaches out to him, though, Piers' eyes fly open and he reaches for Chris.

”Help me, Chris. Please.”

Chris sits bolt upright in his bed, his chest heaving, sweat-soaked skin shining in the moonlight.

There are tears streaming down his face; he wipes them away with one slow motion and whispers to no one, “I'm so sorry, Piers. I'm so sorry.”

Redfield is a tribute pet inspired on Chris Redfield, from the Resident Evil series. I do not own the character or anything related to it.