I don't own anything mentioned in this that is real. Just the plot; and I share that with my little brother Ethan. LOVE YOU KIDDO! Any-who- I know the whole Leon Kennedy story line, what with Sherry and all that crap, but this cancels it all out. This is set up to be DIRECTLY after Degeneration. You need to have seen the movie to get it. Cancel out all prior obsessive knowledge of RE Leon Kennedy story lines. This is based as if only RE 4 and Degeneration exists. If you don't know those stories than good luck understanding this. Okay, by.

Okalahoma, how weird is that? Leon thought. He cocked his gun and started down the street. Why would they send me here? He was about to find out.

A cry of anger echoed through the silent street. Leon ran for the house it came from. He swung the jarred front door open the rest of the way to find a teenager with a hand gun.

"Why," she shot at a zombie. "Can't you ever leave me alone!?" With each word the girl shot another one. She shot the last one straight through the head and turned to Leon, gun aimed. "Are you a living person, or do I have to shoot you too?"

Leon held up his hands. "Watch it kid, I'm alive."

She glared. "I'm not a kid. Who the heck are you? I swear if you're another loser wanting help, you have three point five seconds to scram before I shoot you. I'm seriously sick of this. As if losing my parents wasn't enough, you guys have to come bug me?"

Leon laughed. "Been having trouble lately?"

"You bet. Now what do you want?" she still hadn't lowered the gun.

"I just came to see if I could help you. I'm Leon Kennedy."

The girl dropped her gun. "Leon Kennedy well, I guess I have to be polite to you then. I'm Victor Haines's daughter. Alicia." She pronounced her name Ah-lee-see-uh. Her long brown hair was pulled back into a braid and her blue eyes were practically copies of Victor's.

"They sent me here for a kid?"

"Who sent you? I just know you were friends with my dad in Raccoon City."

"My company " he said slowly. "You didn't know about this?"

She shook her head. "Can you shut the door?"

Leon closed the door. "How did they get in?"

"Who knows? My dad HAD to want a house with lots of windows and doors. So I guess you'll be coming with me?"

"Coming with you where?"

"My dad had an escape plan for me. He said to stay and see if it cleared up, but it hasn't, so I'm leaving. I always hated my home town anyways, so it's not like it's a big deal for me to leave."

"Okay you're how old? Eleven? How do you plan on leaving?"

"If you're going to underestimate me, you can at least get my age right. I'm nine. I have ammo, supplies, and my dad's old pick-up truck. And two motorcycles are in the bed, but that's beside the point. So, are you coming?"

"Okay I guess."

"That's what I thought." She walked away to another room. "AW COME ON!" Leon heard a gun shot. "WHAT THE FLIP!? A ZOMBIE CAT?!"

Leon laughed. "You alright?"

"Duh." She returned with a backpack on her back and a duffel bag in her hand. "Coming?"

Leon nodded and followed her out to the back of the house. Sure enough, Victor's old pickup was parked near the back door.

"You know how to drive stick?"

Leon nodded.

"You drive." She tossed him a key.

Oh dear Lord, what have I gotten myself into? Somehow, Leon didn't think he wanted to know.