Post by Frosty on Dec 24, 2018 0:50:16 GMT
The drive from Raccoon City to D.C. took about a day and a half. In all honesty he could have flown but it was just easier this way, or so he thought... He had already missed the funeral. And the entire drive he was haunted by phantoms and memories as he listened to the news reports about not only Amy and Chris Redfield's death but also several anniversaries of the outbreak. Several times along the drive the thought of just jerking the steering wheel and careening off the road into a ditch and just ending it passed his mind. Doctors often called it survivor's guilt, PTSD. Eventually he managed his way to D.C. waiting in his car at a checkpoint to get into the city. When he pulled up he rolled his window down and held out his I.D. along with some forged papers he managed to get. One of the major stipulations of his pardon was that he was monitored and his travel around the country had to be pre-approved. It took a few moments before he was pulled out of the line and was told to park, and was escorted into a air conditioned trailer.
He sat down behind a desk and waited, answering several questions from the border agents; how long he was going to be in town, the purpose of his visit, when was his last injection and so fourth. He lied for some of it, other things he told the truth. This went on for several hours until eventually they made a call over their radios. About an hour later a woman walked into the trailer. She was much older than when he last saw her. Her auburn hair had all but grayed out and time behind a desk had definitely set in slightly. She was wearing a suit. "Oh my god... Adam?" she asked before setting his file down and sitting across the table, dismissing the guards. "What are you... Adam how did you get here?" She probably already knew his documents were forged. She could probably already smell the alcohol on his breath. He looked like utter shit. "I drove." She shook her head. "Damnit, you can't just..." She sighed, she knew exactly why he was here. Eventually she just clicked a pin and signed actual documents and handed them over to Adam. "Don't cause any problems while your here." She got up and walked out of the room, Adam was escorted back to his vehicle and let through into the City.
By the time he had gotten back into his car it was already night and snowing lightly. He parked at a motel and paid for a few nights in advanced. He didn't really need a place to sleep. He hadn't slept since he left Ravens City anyways. He just left his car, going for a walk. The cold didn't bother him anymore now that his pyro-kinetic abilities had steadily returned to him. The nice thing about D.C. was how close together everything was. He eventually took a stop at a liquor store, grabbing a pack of cigarettes and a bottle of whiskey. He hadn't smoked since Chicago. But it was as good as anytime to start back up again. He left the store cracking open the bottle in the brown paper bag and started to sip from it. A smoke already draped between his lips though not yet lit as he made his way to the cemetery after stopping into a small flower store.
It was dark, well into the evening by the time he arrive, the entire area so quiet. The small flurry of snow had already quit. He stood there for a moment staring at the headstone. The crew had already lowered the casket and buried it about a day ago. And just like the news had reported she was right next to Sears' grave. Resting in one hand was his brown paper bag and the other was a bouquet of flowers. In his lips still rested the unlit cigarette, he just stood there. Paralyzed by thoughts of the past violently crawling through his head, older good memories now tainted by the events of his past. His hands trembled as he knelt down and laid the flowers on her grave. He cracked open his bottle, and lit his cigarette with his finger tip. The cherry of the smoke lighting glowing brightly for a moment before Adam let out a cough to break the silence. He toss the cigarette away before bringing the bottle to his lips.
He reached into his pocket grabbing a wrinkled two wrinkled photos. One was worn and had some blood splatter on it. It was a picture of the entire group, many of the faces smiling and bright despite what was happening around them when the photo was taken. It had people that were long since dead and gone. Carlos, Rain, Dante, Even other people who didn't survive the raid on the RPD like Marc, Jon, and Gabe. Alice, LJ, and of course Adam and Amy. He set that down next to the flowers before looking at the other picture. It was crumbled, the picture he had given her back in 2015 of her and Adam together as kids. Writing was on the back. It was in Amy's hand writing, 'Adam, I'm still waiting for that kiss...' At the bottom was a smudged lip imprint. His hand still trembled as he read it, a heat building inside of him until eventually he let out a scream, the photo flash burning to ashes in his hands. He launched the bottle straight at Sears' grave stone shattering it on impact and he screamed in both anger and pain as he rammed his foot into the headstone breaking it half and sending the shards of stone scattering. "God DAMN you!" In an instant his anger subsided and he fell to his kees, his head down as he finally broke down, the entire totality of it all finally gripping him. "I'm so sorry Amy... it should have been me. So many times it should have been me." He just sat there defeated, unaware, uncaring about what was going on around him or who was around if anyone...
He sat down behind a desk and waited, answering several questions from the border agents; how long he was going to be in town, the purpose of his visit, when was his last injection and so fourth. He lied for some of it, other things he told the truth. This went on for several hours until eventually they made a call over their radios. About an hour later a woman walked into the trailer. She was much older than when he last saw her. Her auburn hair had all but grayed out and time behind a desk had definitely set in slightly. She was wearing a suit. "Oh my god... Adam?" she asked before setting his file down and sitting across the table, dismissing the guards. "What are you... Adam how did you get here?" She probably already knew his documents were forged. She could probably already smell the alcohol on his breath. He looked like utter shit. "I drove." She shook her head. "Damnit, you can't just..." She sighed, she knew exactly why he was here. Eventually she just clicked a pin and signed actual documents and handed them over to Adam. "Don't cause any problems while your here." She got up and walked out of the room, Adam was escorted back to his vehicle and let through into the City.
By the time he had gotten back into his car it was already night and snowing lightly. He parked at a motel and paid for a few nights in advanced. He didn't really need a place to sleep. He hadn't slept since he left Ravens City anyways. He just left his car, going for a walk. The cold didn't bother him anymore now that his pyro-kinetic abilities had steadily returned to him. The nice thing about D.C. was how close together everything was. He eventually took a stop at a liquor store, grabbing a pack of cigarettes and a bottle of whiskey. He hadn't smoked since Chicago. But it was as good as anytime to start back up again. He left the store cracking open the bottle in the brown paper bag and started to sip from it. A smoke already draped between his lips though not yet lit as he made his way to the cemetery after stopping into a small flower store.
It was dark, well into the evening by the time he arrive, the entire area so quiet. The small flurry of snow had already quit. He stood there for a moment staring at the headstone. The crew had already lowered the casket and buried it about a day ago. And just like the news had reported she was right next to Sears' grave. Resting in one hand was his brown paper bag and the other was a bouquet of flowers. In his lips still rested the unlit cigarette, he just stood there. Paralyzed by thoughts of the past violently crawling through his head, older good memories now tainted by the events of his past. His hands trembled as he knelt down and laid the flowers on her grave. He cracked open his bottle, and lit his cigarette with his finger tip. The cherry of the smoke lighting glowing brightly for a moment before Adam let out a cough to break the silence. He toss the cigarette away before bringing the bottle to his lips.
He reached into his pocket grabbing a wrinkled two wrinkled photos. One was worn and had some blood splatter on it. It was a picture of the entire group, many of the faces smiling and bright despite what was happening around them when the photo was taken. It had people that were long since dead and gone. Carlos, Rain, Dante, Even other people who didn't survive the raid on the RPD like Marc, Jon, and Gabe. Alice, LJ, and of course Adam and Amy. He set that down next to the flowers before looking at the other picture. It was crumbled, the picture he had given her back in 2015 of her and Adam together as kids. Writing was on the back. It was in Amy's hand writing, 'Adam, I'm still waiting for that kiss...' At the bottom was a smudged lip imprint. His hand still trembled as he read it, a heat building inside of him until eventually he let out a scream, the photo flash burning to ashes in his hands. He launched the bottle straight at Sears' grave stone shattering it on impact and he screamed in both anger and pain as he rammed his foot into the headstone breaking it half and sending the shards of stone scattering. "God DAMN you!" In an instant his anger subsided and he fell to his kees, his head down as he finally broke down, the entire totality of it all finally gripping him. "I'm so sorry Amy... it should have been me. So many times it should have been me." He just sat there defeated, unaware, uncaring about what was going on around him or who was around if anyone...
