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Chapter #9
Kept Inside the Storage Chest
by: Unknown
Sherry nods. “Yeah, that would definitely be safest.”
Her hand comes down towards you and her soft fingers wrap around your fragile body. She steps away from the table and walks toward the black chest. As she opens it, the chest makes its iconic sound effect. The girl sets you down on the pile of items inside. She smiles down at you and waves daintily as if she’s leaving for work and saying goodbye to a puppy.
“Wish me luck okay!” She says, before closing the chest.
As everything around you gets darker, you can hear the sound of her boots hitting the ground near you, followed by the sound of the typewriter being used. You can hear each step of Sherry makes as she walks away, until you hear the door creak open and close. Leaving you in complete silence.
There is enough light around you to check out the inside of Cherry’s storage container. Her weapons (like her handguns, assault rifle and grenade launcher) lay neatly sorted on one side, while on the other end there is a pile of herbs colored; green, red, blue and yellow, and some of mixes off those. Between them are a set of odd looking puzzle pieces and an assortment of keys.
You sit down and enjoy the quiet and safety for about an hour, until you hear the door creak. You hear steps approaching, but the odd thing was the floor they walked on sounded different. The chest opens and Sherry immediately scans its contents to find you. She looks a bit more weathered than before, her clothes are torn and dirty. When she spots you she smiles.
“How are you holding cutie? I-I mean citizen!” She says with an embarrassed look on her face.
You nod, telling her everything is ok with you and ask her what happened.
“Oh, this?” She says. “It’s completely normal to get a bit banged up in this line of work. My clothes have it worse than me, because I can heal.”
You look up at her in surprise and she nods.
“Yeah, I regenerate and am immune to all of it. I guess we’re both virus freaks in way.” She says.
You look at each other, and you feel just a bit closer to her, knowing you got this in common. She reaches in and grabs some ammo and herbs.
“I might heal, but these herbs make things go a little faster in tricky situations, you know.” She says. “Anyway I have to move, the bad guys this time around are some phony Umbrella wannabes. You wouldn’t believe how many tiny zombies I’ve accidentally stepped on, I mean I hope they were all zombies.”
Sherry turns a bit pale at the idea of accidentally hurting innocents. She nods at you and closes the chest again. The sound of her steps fade and the door opens and shuts again. You sit around in the storage chest twiddling your thumbs, while some more time passes.
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