Resident Evil: A New World
The gates opened with a horrid grinding of metal and chains, swinging open to reveal the none-to-appealing 'city' within. Naomi paused, looking in with a sense of dread she had tried to suppress on the journey to the Coalition base. A sharp prod to her back brought the woman whirling around to fix a deadly glare on the guard who had shoved the point of his rifle into her shoulder. She grabbed the muzzle of the gun and shoved hard, causing the butt to jam painfully into his shoulder. He back away, rubbing his injured arm and turned away.
"On edge, Houston?" the latina by her side stated, smirking devilishly at the guard as the misfit group stepped into the city limits.
Naomi glanced at Rain with a small smirk, one that said she appreciated the humor, but wasn't much in the mood for it. She brushed her sweaty palms on the surface of her dirty jeans and followed the two men escorting them inside. They stopped at a small booth where a tired man read a weathered book. He asked what brought them here, requested a finger print to put on file and, when stated they were there by request of the Head of Security, asked for their paperwork.
The band of survivors dawdled anxiously as they waited. Rain stood calmly, surveying the city while Naomi lazily kicked at the dirt. Anderson, Blaine, Mora and Riley stood close together, eager to have finally arrived after their long and wearisome journey. At length the man finally bade them inside and apologized for the delay -he had no idea they were from Neutral Familia (more fondly nicknamed The Mob by both locals and those of the Coalition, despite it's contrast to the decidedly nonviolent way of the camp). The brunette waved off his apology with a smile and turned to Rain as they walked after the now much more respectful escorts.
The latina had become, unofficially, her right-hand since they had first met when Rain stumbled, half-dead, into New York. They'd nursed her to health and the woman had helped in return, but when the invitation had come requesting help, Rain had jumped on the opportunity. She never had been one to sit still for long. "So what are you going to do after all this?" Rain asked curiously, "Are you really just going to go back after all it took to get here? Alone, I might add."
Naomi smirked, shrugging casually as if the idea wasn't a big deal ."Yea, that's the plan. My people need me. I can't just stay here and play soldier. I have no need to." she admitted at length. The latina took it into consideration and sighed as she looked at the road ahead.
"Well, I'm going to miss you." she said softly. Naomi smiled and reached out to give her arm a gentle squeeze of reassurance. She knew the latina wasn't one for sentimentality or attachment, so she knew it was the latina's best way of showing she cared for the other woman. She said nothing.
The city, if you could call it that, was much different then the place she'd come to call home. The tall buildings and concrete jungles made her feel trapped and tiny. The air was musky and thick and she felt as if she'd choke before long. Litter scattered the street and hungry or sick shuffled about mindlessly, not much different then the zombies outside. She did not shy away from the sick as they reached out to her, begging for food, like the rest of her group did. Instead, she reached out and gave a reassuring squeeze or pat where she could give one. She'd always been compassionate, it was in her nature.
Then they were reaching the inner streets of the city. Healthier people milled about and soldiers paced the streets ready for anything, though they looked bored and tired. Naomi looked up to a tall, important looking building as the guards led them towards it. Rain drew closer to her, more out of comfort for Naomi than herself as they entered the sterile building.
"Ain't like back home is it boss?" Anderson spoke up with a grin from behind them.
Naomi shrugged, "Not for me, Andie, but weren't you born and raised in Nashville?" she threw back. He shrugged and smiled it off. The group moved up a few slight of stairs and into a series of hallways and open lobbies. At this point a guard stepped forward and halted them.
"Which one of you calls yourself the leader of this laughable group?" He sneered.
Rain snarled, a retort on the tip of her tongue when Naomi stepped forward without a reaction to the insult. "That'd be me." she said. The guard looked down at her, chuckled and shook his head.
"This is the best group they've got to send? The Mob Boss must really be hurtin' over there if this is the best he's got." He turned and beckoned her to follow him down another series of hallways and stairs until they finally arrived at a large room. The guard stepped inside and pushed her further into the room while he guarded the door. Naomi huffed indignantly as the man introduced them. "Boss, this is their so-called-leader of that miserable lot we saw coming in. You really need to get with The Mob Boss and ask what the hell he was thinking sending these pups."
Naomi, near her limit on insults she wanted to take for the day strode forward into the middle of the room. The man in front of her had his back turned, hardly giving his attention to his guest. Stepping forward, she reached out to tap him on the shoulder and demand his attention but she got something else entirely.
The man turned, grabbing her wrist with surprising force and threw her to the ground. The guard merely chuckled in the doorway. Naomi snarled in anger, "What the fuck is your problem, you dick!" she started, but was cut off when she caught sight of his face. Her heart dropped along with her jaw. She knew that face. It wasn't the same face she knew before. It was different. Cold, distant, aged.
The man shot out with a fierce kick at her ribs but Naomi twisted, catching his boot in one hand then using the other to help her twist his leg and send him sprawling onto the ground. As he rose, so did Naomi and memories of betrayal, anger and hurt spurred her to double over and charge into his stomach. They rolled around on the ground for a while, struggling for an advantage when the blonde man wrapped his arms around one of her arms in a tight hold with his legs, preventing her from moving effectively. Instinctively she jammed her knee right into his open and vulnerable sweet spot.
His grip was released and Naomi drew back, standing as the man attempted to himself. Flexing, she reared back her right arm and swung, catching him with a painful hit to his jaw. He stumbled sideways for a moment before drawing himself as best he could to his full height. A glint of silver reflected from his hand.
The barrel of the gun was two inches from the center of her forehead, hammer cocked back and trigger finger tight. Instead of cringing back, Naomi's eyes narrowed spitefully. "You send me a request to send my best troops to your sad little party, and after coming all this way...after all this time, " she added, tone only slightly softer before hardening again, "This is the fucking welcome I get?" she sighed, "You haven't fucking changed, Anthony."
Anthony blinked hard, gun never wavering from where it was as he searched the smaller woman's face. Then, like a light flickering back to life, his face changed, then fell completely. Drawing back a step he fell to his knees, gun hanging limply at his side as tears welled in his eyes. He finally recognized who she was. After all this time. "I'm so sorry, Naomi." he said.
The brunette let out a breath of relief as she gun dropped but then turned a sorry smile to the man before her, "It'll take a lot more then just a sorry to make up for what you did." she said sadly.