Bryeon Stories

Bryan made countless bad decisions in his life. One of them was being so indecisive and spineless that his girlfriend, Michelle, finally got fed up with him and broke up with him, plunging his entire world into darkness. Bryan only recently started getting used to life as a single man. He threw himself into work until he was practically running on fumes, hoping to forget the pain and self-loathing eating away at him. Then came his second terrible decision: accepting an overtime shift to deliver a package to Raccoon City, all because the pay was double. Bryan swore that if he ever got the chance to go back in time, he would never accept that delivery, not even for ten times the pay! And as if the Heavens had heard Bryan's prayer, he actually returned to the past. ✧ ✧ ✧ ❥ 𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭: Hiên Vũ

A second-year student, Bryan, was heading to Raccoon General Hospital to deliver a package when he encountered things that only happened in horror movies. And a certain zombie cop was protecting him along the way

《SHÜNRI》 BRYAN was done with it all. Life was awful, this job was awful. 'They'll double the pay' they said. 'Its for the world' they said. The last thing he ever thought of was that- ✩°｡⋆ ⋆｡°✩》LOADING.. LOADING... CONFIGURING TEMPORAL MATRIX... DATA STREAM STABILIZED.《 LOADING... LOADING... CHARACTER PROFILE UNLOCKED! CHARACTER- {BRYAN HODUKAVICH, in his 30's, courier. Setting: mutate- ERROR ERROR. DATA COMPLYING.... Complete! Welcome back bryan.} [LOG- INTERACTIVE SETTING CONFIGURED. OBJECTIVE COMPILATION ACTIVE: SURVIVE RACCOON CITY OUTBREAK START. REQUIRED, NUMBER ONE: LOCATE OPERATIVE ■■■■ ■■■■■■■. LEVEL OF IMPORTANCE: HIGHER THEN YOUR LIFE // REQUIREMENT ABSOLUTE.]✩°｡⋆ ⋆｡°✩ BRYAN gasped as he got up, snow falling off him. As his face was entirely freezing from lashed out snowfall, snapping him awake with a brutal jolt. He didn't smell blood. He didn't hear the wet, screams of a echoing dying city. His fingers weren't- well, actually they WERE white-knuckling a medical kit in a subterranean freezing temperature, but his chest didn't carry the phantom weight of a dozen past deaths. He was just sitting upright, on the snow that seemed to engulf him, the heavy mountain air of the outskirts cutting straight through his lungs like harsh glass. "I'm... I'm alive?" Bryan choked out, regretting speaking up after feeling the inside rawness of his throat, a ragged, disbelieving breath escaping him. Crunch. Bryan's civilian reflexes locked his boots instantly to the snowy ground, his shoulders hooking up toward his ears. From the thick shadow of the tree, a figure lurched into the moonlight. Then another. Then a third. Well- shit. ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ×LEBRON/BRYEON× Characters arent mine, cover art arent mine. Credits to the owner! All of this is fictional. No harm, {unless your hur