Disclaimer: I own nothing from the Resident Evil (Biohazard) series. It is respectively copyrighted by Capcom and Sony pictures. None of the characters are my own (except Jayde and co-ownership of Sinn). All events are purely fictional. Any resemblance to any person, living or deceased, real or fictional is purely coincidental.

Rating: R for horror, violence, language, and sexual situations later on.

Summary: Jayde's last mission with Bravo team takes her into a world of zombies and mutated creatures in the Arklay Mountains. Along with Rebbeca and Billy can she make it out alive? Billy/OC.

Author's Note: This fan fiction started about 5 years ago as Resident Evil: Epidemic which I co-authored with Sinn (my personal bitch and character in maybe this story and probably others.). It involved my friends and myself. I have re-worked the story with an OC and probably brief appearances by friends in later chapters. Its been eating away at me - so read and review. Enjoy!

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Chapter One: Crashdown

Jayde turned up the music on her mp3 player to drown out the whirl of the helicopters blades. She hated flying. Hated the thought of being more than 10 feet off the ground, or at least any stable surface. Music was the closest thing to valium in situations like these, yet in others it could set her off with a force. Thankfully, this was the last mission she'd be doing with Bravo team. One last test before she moved up in rank to Alpha. Resting her head against the small window she stretched out her legs in what little room she had left. They'd soon be over the Arklay mountains to investigate the recent murders, but that could take a backseat to a moment of shut-eye.

No sooner had the next track begun when she was being shaken awake by a fellow Bravo member. Which meant one of two things: A terrorist had boarded the helicopter or they were going down. It was almost like someone had lit a fire under her ass at the speed she flew up and whipped off the headphones and made way for the piloting controls. The same arms that had awaken her now restrained her. Her body began to vibrate at the sound of gut busting laughter.

"Futon, what the hell is so fucking funny?" Jayde addressed the younger but larger new recruit to Bravo, Mike Futon. Once establishing that the helicopter was still safely flying she began a rant that fully proved that she had earned her nickname as fire-tongue.

"Calm down there chief. Gotta have a little fun on my first mission! And seeing as you're leaving us soon, you seemed to be the perfect target." Mike turned to the others who wore similar smiles to his own.

"She'd be out of here a lot sooner if she'd done better on that training mission." Richard, her former mentor chimed up from the back. Jayde knew he'd miss her most of all, and her feelings were similar. But he had a new rookie to train. Rebecca chambers sat next to him, quiet as a church mouse. "If you hadn't of shot that cardboard cut out of a guy in a wheelchair she'd already be an Alpha."

Jayde's cheeks turned a bright shade of crimson. "He could have been a suicide bomber, using the wheelchair as a cover. He could have been armed."

"Yeah, or you could have taken off those headphones and heard the recording shout: "Don't shoot! I'm injured!" Richard gave a small chuckles and smiled at her. He knew as well as she did that the headphones were her driving force. The one tool that turned her into lethal weapon.

She could see the edge of the forest now, nothing but a blanket of deep green. Her stomach lurched as she thought of crash-landing into the thick brush, setting off a forest fire that would take weeks to put out. Slowly, she slummed back down on the helicopters floor and closed her eyes, reminding herself that S.T.A.R.S. pilots received the best training the state could provide.

"Uh, guys - we got an issue here." the pilot called. Shortly after the alarm system went off and the entire helicopter lit up with red flashes. Jayde turned a shade as deep as her name as the turbulence hit and the helicopter took a dreadful nosedive into the forest below. The last thing Jayde remembered was hitting her head as the chopper hit solid ground.

She took her time when she came to, rubbing the back of her head. A goose-egg was already forming. Her memory was still intact and nothing else on her appeared to be inured. She groped around the wet leaf-covered ground searching for her headphones. "Aw, screw this." She took out her flashlight from her belt holster. She'd gone through many training lessons in full darkness to rescue dummies from burning buildings without a flashlight. But this was something more important than some mannequin - this was her weapon.

Retrieving it, she made her way through the overgrowth and downed limbs. Something didn't seem right. The forest was void of sounds. The crickets were silent and there was no other sign of living animals that habit the forest. She continued on, cycling through songs nervously. Where was the rest of the crew and why did they just leave her there? Most disturbing was that Rebecca was missing. Though Richard was officially training her, it was the responsibility of the whole team to ensure her safety.

Then she saw it - a vacant train sitting on the middle of the tracks. Odd. Jayde thought. Extremely Odd. Where was the train heading? There's nothing out here for miles. She approached it slowly, not knowing what could have put the train here. Inside it was dimly lighted, but still she could make out the silhouettes of passengers who seemed calmly seated. "I'm Jayde Michaels, Bravo Team S.T.A.R.S. Can anyone tell me what happened." she called out. The passengers remained silent. Must be foreigners.

"J-Jayde?" someone called out from behind her. The voice seemed unfamiliar. She spun around and pointed her flashlight directly at Rebecca Chambers.

"Rebbeca! You're safe. Where's the rest of the team?' Rebecca looked down at her feet and shifted uncomfortably.

"I don't know. I lost them after the accident. I came across the train and decided to check it out. But the passengers….they're…" she trailed off, suddenly shaken.

Jayde turned her flashlight to the face of the closest passenger, a well dressed man of about 40. His eyes were glazed and his skin seemed pale. She bent down and placed two fingers to the artery on the side of his neck. "He's dead." Flashing her light to the rest of the train she studied the faces of the rest of the passengers. "They're all dead."

Rebecca's silence could only be taken as agreement. "B-but then…why are they moving towards us?"

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