Mia sostiene la fotografía de su difunto esposo mientras yace recostada en el sofá
They say when one door closes, another one opens. In Dulvey Louisiana, Ethan Winters makes a choice that alters the course of his life forever. Three years later, Ethan and Zoe are married, and have been moved into witness protection. Little do they know a supernatural scheme a century in the making is coming close to fruition. And Mother Miranda is ready. (Resident Evil 7/8 AU)
Chris Redfield managed to rescue the whole Winters family from the village, but Ethan is rapidly decaying. Mia's research may prove to save him, but at what cost? Ethan didn't ask to be saved like this, but both his wife and his friend are too desperate to care about the moral dilemma. How will he react, if he ever awakens? Explicit content, NSFW, please read trigger warning!
Este fic lo comencé a escribir antes de que Village saliera al mercado y alimentada por los trailers que habían dejado a la imaginación el que Chris pudiera volverse un villano... me dejé llevar. Pero eso debían pasar muchas cosas y asi romper la voluntad del héroe. De eso trata esté intento de darle un giro a nuestro capitán y de como era mi visión de lo que seria Village.
Does anyone believe in reincarnation? How does one bring back a soul that was lost once? And if that soul should come back, would it remember anything from its past life? Ellie Winters, younger sister to Ethan Winters, reliving lucid memories of a past life she has no recollection of. But what happens when her world gets turned upside and she lands in the Village of Shadows?
See for yourself how Ethan starts a new relationship with a handsome barista while he goes through a difficult divorce and while fighting for custody of little Rose. These and other problems of everyday life are now before him. But Karl immediately likes the young father and is at his side with everything even if he has to fight his own demons.
The whole 'being undead thing' takes some getting used to, but even after his separatin from Mia, Ethan is not alone for it.