Resident Evil

Disclaimer: I do not own the Resident Evil Franchise. Do not sue for copyright infringement.

Rating is M due to language and violence (gore as well, but that should be a given as this is a fan fiction of a zombie video game series). There is a racial term concerning Asian nationality in the first chapter so you are forewarned.

Summary: Resident Evil Outbreak as seen through Yoko Suzuki's eyes. From J's Bar and on, the eight members of this Outbreak will need to survive the viral attack. But not only that, they need to survive from something else. Themselves and each other is one rival that is not to be messed with, due to natural human behavior. Is survival about the group or the singular? You decide.

Title: Those Without

"Those without light cannot see."

Episode 1: Outbreak

Section 1: Panic

A little bit of history: Two months ago in Raccoon City, S.T.A.R.S. Bravo team went missing on a reconnaissance mission in Arklay Mountains to the east of the city. Prior to, news was reporting grisly murders and "monsters" in the area Bravo went to. However, their helicopter was soon crashed so a second team went out, Alpha Team. This team discovered the Bravo copter crashed and the rumors of hideous creatures true. Upon their terrifying discovery, they are separated as they made a run from these creatures to a nearby Mansion. The leftover members were, Chris, Jill, Wesker, and Barry although they find Bravo member, Rebecca on the way. Inside the mansion, they discover more "monsters" which were dubbed "zombies" although there were more terrifying creatures than just those. Chris and Jill soon discover the plot to destroy the S.T.A.R.S. team formulated by Wesker and the source of the monsters being the top corporation Umbrella. When the weary few returned from the mansion (which they decimated beforehand) they are greeted by ridicule and disbelief of such monsters. Unfortunately, the ignorant citizens are about to face the very things the brushed away as products of insanity.

Currently: Ten people went to a bar this night, two of them workers. The waitress is smiling her winning and friendly smile as her partner watches her with infatuation. Two security guards stopped by for a meal. One appears a little sickly and the other tries to perk him up. A doctor and plumber are there for their own reasons. They both scoff equally at the news reporter on the television behind the bar. A police officer there for a drink. He decided to skip out on a party for some new rookie he didn't know (some kid named Leon something or another). A reporter who is working and a subway worker passing time sit at their own tables. The journalist is typing on her laptop, trying to make her story sound interesting as the subway employee is trying his skills at a crossword puzzle. And a young Japanese woman is in the bathroom, clipping her hair. She is staring into the mirror, thinking about her own feelings.

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The short Japanese girl gazed at herself in the mirror, turning her head from side to side. Her black hair was now no longer to her shoulder but cropped near about her chin. She sighed as she gazed at herself. She had no real reason to do it; she was just overcome by the urge to cut it, for a change.

But, of course, a certain police officer had nothing to do with it.

She set the scissors down with a small clack and touched her hair, fluffing it. She blushed briefly as she recalled the happy-go-lucky and slightly rugged man she viewed from afar. She had started coming to J's Bar when she found out that, the man, Kevin happened to be a regular customer to J's Bar. She felt a little childish over her silly crush but she couldn't help it. She wasn't even too certain why he was the person that would run through her head every so often.

There really was no excuse.

Yoko had met Kevin about a week ago. She had come to J's Bar so she could drink away some of her stress she was going through concerning college. She had never even had alcohol touch her virgin lips before. Not like anything else had touched them, save her parents' warm cheek when she said her good bye. She touched her lips. They weren't soft or gently moist, or whatever it was authors idealized lips to be in bad romance stories. They felt chapped, thin, and dry. She shook her head and went back to her reminiscing.

That day she went to the bar; she had tasted her first beer. Then she tasted her second, and then the fourth, and soon she lost track. She didn't talk the entire time she drank but tears leaked out of her dark eyes and would land in her empty glass. The waitress, Cindy, told Yoko that enough was enough after a while. But no one approached her or spoke to her. She felt a little alone. Cultural differences between Japan and America were so apparent to her lately. Sometimes, as she would walk about town, she could feel eyes that weren't almond shaped gazing at her. She just couldn't bring herself to make friends so easily with her quiet personality. And then, as she sat there, drowning in her tears, no one would console her then. No one… Except him.

She brushed her hand through the clipped hair to rid it of any loose strands. She watched them fall through the mirror as she stared into her own eyes. She tried to smile but finding it strange she dropped it. She did smile gently as her hand went across the bottom of her hair, relishing the new roughness.

Unfortunately, she didn't look in the mirror then to see her happy smile. She was distracted by a putrid stench and the loud clang of the grate of a duct near her feet falling to the ground. She jumped away in time to see a mangled and decayed arm reach out and claw the air right where her legs were a second ago.

Instead of screaming she set a hand over her heart, feeling the violent patter of the beats. She backed away silently, fear closing her throat from shouting. She whipped her head to the door to when she heard a shout and the stumbling sounds emanating from the door, but muffled. Shoving her panic from her brain she decided the time to panic will be later. She took one last backwards glance and ran out the door.

Once she hit the hallway, Yoko whipped her head to and fro frantically as she heard the ragged breathing of people on the other side of the wall. She quickly rounded the wall and could now see the bar and a few of the regular patrons. She spotted about six people within her sight range. Despite the grave circumstances she felt her heart skip when she saw Kevin's face but she immediately crushed the thought. He quickly ordered a rather grungy looking man with long greased down hair to help him push heavy barrels in front of the door. Yoko wanted to help out but she knew she was too weak to assist and she tried to calmly assess what was going on. However, she dropped all preconceptions of not panicking, she squeaked out a scream when she saw the front window. Behind it, masses of what appeared to be previously dead were slamming their fists at the window. She now saw Will; the nice bartender sprawled on the floor in front of the door, loosing blood fast as he grabbed his neck. Yoko watched helplessly as Cindy, the pretty blonde waitress, tried to help Will, what appeared to be tears began to fill her eyes.

Yoko looked away and to her right. A large black security guard was helping his fellow colleague who appeared old and sickly. The short, fat, balding man was grunting faintly, he looked to be in pain. Yoko was about to step forward as the pale man looked to need help but something glinted in the corner of her eye. She spotted a lone gun on the bar table. She felt a battle between her integrity and safety take place. She figured it to be the sickly policeman's as his taller partner looked to have his still holstered at his hip. Before the fight in her own head was over, she was walking nonchalantly towards the gun, praying there were bullets were still in it. Once she reached the gleaming weapon, she tried to reach for it in a sense that would seem inconspicuous. However she soon felt a quivering butcher knife at her throat.

"Don't even think about it, you stupid chinc!"

Hurt by the rude comment on her nationality, Yoko Suzuki wanted to respond with something clever or to simply clock the much taller woman next to her. However the shaking knife was what held her back, not inhibitions. She tried to slide her eyes to the side of her head to see the equally as panicked woman. She took in a sharp intellectual face, currently struck with fear and very short dark blonde hair. "Please," Yoko managed to whisper.

Anger in the woman's eyes now coincided with fear. Before she could do much more a man placed his hand between the knife and Yoko's throat. "That's enough!" He gazed sternly at the other woman. The small Japanese girl felt relief seep through her and concern for the man saving her. "This is not the time to turn on one another!" The man had a force behind his voice, but at the same time, Yoko could feel a sense of tiredness about him, the wrinkles on his brow making her guess him to be in his early forties. He looked so worn.

The other woman looked as though she wanted to snarl, but Yoko could see the woman having her own battle through her eyes. Conflicted the woman shifted her eyes back and forth between the two but finally dropped the knife from Yoko's neck. "Fine, and," she looked away. "Sorry about that comment." The woman was young looking, late twenties perhaps. She had a cunning beauty about her but also a sassy attitude. She probably would have looked nicer if she weren't scowling. However, with her disposition, she looked as though she scowled a lot.

Yoko was about to speak when the woman ran over to the bathroom area, probably to find something helpful. Yoko grabbed the gun and slid it into her pocket instead of equipping it. "Thank you for your help."

The man merely grunted, not rudely, but out of stress. He rubbed his hands through his hair nervously. "Uh-huh."

A young black man with bleach blonde hair came from around the bend where the bathrooms were. In his shaking hands was a broom. Yoko briefly blanched as she recalled the broom in woman's bathroom near the door. He ran over to Will and Cindy a muttered excitedly to them. After a quick exchange of words and an even paler face Cindy and the small man got up and ran behind the bar. Cindy grabbed a pair of keys as the smaller guy snagged the first aid spray nearby. He gave an odd look at the pesticide spray juxtaposed to it. He shot Cindy a pointed look. She just shrugged and mouthed, "pest control guy", and moved along to the door near the bathroom's that was locked. The longhaired man came up and shot the young man a slightly annoyed look and grabbed the spray for himself.

Everyone was frozen suddenly as a loud sound resonated through his or her ears. The door broke away from the frames as it banged against the barrels Kevin and the other man had tried to set up. A grungy creature that looked as though it was once a man began to climb over the barrels as a couple others followed. Will seemed still dazed and didn't move but was jerked awake when Cindy screamed his name. He couldn't say much more as the three creatures fell on top of him.

Yoko flinched away as a sickening chewing and ripping sound could be heard. Will screamed over the crunching. A light plat of blood was barely heard over the sounds that caused Yoko's stomach to churn.

Cindy shed a couple tears but forcefully unfroze herself. She shook as she tried to slam the key in the lock, her jittery hands messing it up. Once she properly put the key in, she looked visibly relieved when she heard the click. "This way!" she waved the rest of the bar patrons on.

The smaller black man shoved his way in with a quick and uncaring "sorry" as he bumped into Kevin. Kevin and the tall blonde woman soon followed. Yoko wanted to stay back, perhaps to prove her usefulness to herself, until everyone was in but was pushed harshly in by the longhaired man. "Don't be stupid." He growled as Yoko felt her smaller body was hurled through the door. This man actually scared her a bit, with his gruffness and harsh actions. The last thing she saw was before the man shoved her unceremoniously was Will seeming to get up. When he turned his head though, his eyes were blank and the snarl on his face was no longer his.

"Ow…" Yoko peeled herself off the wall opposite the door to no avail as the man who bumped into her and a couple others slammed into the crowded area. She winced her eyes shut and could hear the thunder of footsteps up the flight of stairs next to them. She felt someone roughly smash into her leg causing her to fall, followed by a familiar confused and scared, "Sorry!"

Lying on the floor, Yoko felt as though she were to be trampled to death and to not survive what was to come. However, soon the people began to disperse and she felt a hand on her shoulder. She squinted her eyes open and saw a hand offered to her. "Here," it was the same man who saved her from the scared woman with the knife.

"Thank you." She stood clumsily.

"It's best if people stick together." But as he said that, he gave her a quick look at and started up the stairs as well.

Cindy was already at a small landing above and cried out in surprise. She had spotted a couple of potted plants underneath a window and nearly everyone knew of these plants that were indigenous to their area. Yoko looked up when she heard the shout and sighed a breath of relief when she saw the leafy plant and its color. Green. It could heal physical wound and they might need it. However her breath of relief was choked back when the window above Cindy's head from where she crouched burst open.

Only allowed the privilege of one scream, Cindy was grabbed by a multitude of disgusting, rotting arms. A slight ripping sound could be heard as her dress ripped. Yoko soon realized, as she saw blood run down the blonde's back, that the ripping noise was also the poor woman's skin as well. Yoko glanced back at the hungry arms and was reminded of the arm that tried to grab her in the stall. She felt hope slip away with Cindy, as she was dragged closer and closer to the jagged window glass and a steep, fatal fall. Woozy, she leaned her body against the wall to her left and was feeling light headed from the delayed shock. The same man who helped Kevin earlier and pushed Yoko through the door wrapped his arm under Yoko's and supported her on his shoulder, carrying her for the moment. "Come on." Yoko was stirred by the man's gruff voice.

Suzuki heard a clicking sound and shot her head back up to where Cindy was crying in horror as she was being dragged. Several blasts of noise blew everyone's ears as a bright light flashed a few times and the arms relinquished the blonde. Kevin came over to Cindy, back into Yoko's view and helped the shuddering woman. Before she stood though, the determined waitress grabbed the plant and pulled it up by its roots, popping out a kit to store them in.

As the tall man helped Yoko up the stairs, she saw that she wasn't the only one being helped. The larger policeman was still helping his friend as well. He gave the man helping Yoko a polite yet gruff nod as Yoko's helper acknowledge. However once, they hit the top landing they could feel life seep out of them. The door below them made a loud crash and groaning could be heard floating up the stairs. Yoko gently pushed the man's arm off her. When he gave her an incredulous look Yoko smiled softly. "I'm okay now. Thank you."

She made her way to the room across from where she stood and hurried in. she noticed, on the way, Cindy, Kevin and the polite, clean cut man was headed to a door to the left of a door beyond her left. The small man ran to a doorway to the right, but finding it locked, rushed to a nearby alcove where a door was probably positioned. The tall woman walked to a door to the very end and to the right and easily entered, seeming to try and not be too stressed. The two security guards seemed to head for some red couches a little past the way so the sickly old man could rest. Yoko threw open the door in front of her and was followed by the grungy man.

The girl who liked to call herself a university student frantically turned about when she entered the room. She quickly assessed it to be the break room. The tall man hurried over to the desks and rummaged through it as Yoko spotted something in the trash. She pulled it out and brushed it off.

"Huh, the map's in the trash?" Yoko pondered out loud.

"Huh?" the man grunted and came over to gaze at it.

Yoko sighed and crammed it in her backpack. As she did so, her gun fell out of her pocket. With the clatter, Yoko's heart stopped. She slowly gazed up at the taller man's face, knowing that if he really wanted it, Yoko could do nothing, and this time there'd be no one to save her from the point of a knife. The man kept staring at the ground. He then bent and picked it up. Yoko braced herself for a brutal hit.

"Here, you'll need this." He held out the gun, butt first. He then fiddled in his pocket and pulled out a slightly rumpled pack of 9mm parabellum rounds. "This might help. It was lodged in the desk there." He shrugged his shoulder and jerked his head back in the direction of the desk.

Yoko stood, stunned. She quickly shook herself from it though. "Thank you very much." She gave a full smile now, her eyes crinkling shut. She was surprised to find that the man she previously thought to be so grungy and flat out scary to merely be a nice man. Outer appearances weren't everything and Yoko was glad that that was true.

Her smile was quickly dropped as a bang was heard on the door followed by a disturbing moan. The two people in the room exchanged looks, then the tall man pointed to the bed. "Get under it!"

He made Yoko go first so if something bad should happen she'd be safe for a moment, at least that was what Yoko thought. He quickly followed suit. Yoko felt her hand bump into something cold and hard as she moved over. She looked to her right and grabbed the lead pipe, passing it over to the man. He nodded thankfully and clutched it as he moved closer over so no part of him or her could be seen. Trying to slow down their breathing, they both jumped when the door banged open and hit the wall.

The same stench Yoko experienced in the bathroom when she was initially attacked and bar when Will was killed came back in full force, stinging her nostrils with a sickening nostalgia. A moan a shuffling of feet soon follow as a pair of feet wandered in. a sniffling could be heard, as though it was trying to sniff out the meals under the bed. Yoko became scared that the creature a mere meter away from them could maybe hear her loud beating heart. The creature shuffled to the desk shifting through it curiously. It lost interest quickly and seemed to almost angrily shove the papers to the ground, as though the reminders of its past life upset it. It grew bored of the room just as quickly and stumbled out, the door slamming shut behind it.

Yoko and the man didn't move for several seconds, worried the monster might be feigning. After a while the man edged out and helped Yoko out as well. He and she both brushed themselves off of the collective dust that gathered under the bed due to inattentive staff members.

"What's your name?" Yoko was determined to learn the name of this man who seemed to have been helping her.

Surprised, he paused. "David, David King. I'm a plumber, so I guess this pole is a bit ironic." He scoffed sarcastically, gesturing to the iron pole in his hand.

"I'm Yoko Suzuki. I'm just a university student." She shrugged.

The door was knocked open and both people turned quickly around, worriedly, their weapons ready, although Yoko's hand was much shakier as she held the gun compared to David's confident grip on his weapon. It was merely a false alarm as the tall woman shot in.

"Oh, someone's already here." She sighed. She lowered the shotgun she had aimed for the two. "Well, those creatures are just beyond this door. I suggest we get a move on. I think group work might work in this circumstance." She turned red as Yoko gave her an extremely annoyed look. "Name's Alyssa by the way. Journalist. If we survive this," she smirked devilishly, "this will be one hell of a story and I'll be sure to interview you." She caught the strange and moderately terrified looks from the other two occupants in the room. She glanced down at her weapon and gestured to it. "Oh, this. I found it locked in a cupboard. Thank god for my lock picking ability. Useful for people in the journalism field."

The plumber grunted as the Asian girl frowned, unsure. Curious but not commenting, both had equal thoughts, wondering what in the world a lock picking ability could assist the reporter. Only perversions of house and home came to mind, thoughts none too welcomed. They did follow Alyssa out the door though; the room scavenged of all it could give.

They made their way out of the door to be greeted by three more zombies. Alyssa easily stepped out of the way as Yoko fell to the ground and quickly crawled through its legs and away. David simply hit it with a smooth upper cut followed by a violent swing with the rod at the creatures face. Brittle bones cracked loudly, but that didn't even deter the creature, just turned it away. Instead, it lunged for the nearest person from its angle now.

Yoko had gotten up from her position on the ground and her back was facing the creature when it lunged. It held down on her shoulders, pinning her arms to her sides and took no time to dig its nails in her flesh. She struggled against its grip but its long nails just gripped tighter, causing warm blood to drip down the sides of her arms. It then took now time to lower its mouth onto Yoko's shoulder. Yoko screamed for help as she felt the flesh be ripped away through her clothes. He skin seemed to quiver around the open wound as a heat felt to emanate there. Blood dripped from the wound onto her shirt. From the creatures mouth something wet and warm landed on the side of her face and slide down. It took her a moment to realize that was her own skin that slid off her cheek. She was about to scream in horror again as the creature seemed to have finished with that piece of her and lowered its mouth again to feed once more.

A familiar bang resonated and the monsters grip relaxed on her arms as slumped over her shoulder, the exit wound in the back of its head spilling thick black blood into its dirty hair and on the floor and Yoko. Yoko shoved it off and looked forward to see Kevin still in his position from where he shot just beyond the broken door, the barrel of his gun emitted a tiny amount of smoke. She wanted to feel that familiar warmth to see him but instead clutched her wound and nearly fell forward when the polite man from before ran from behind Kevin and helped her up and past the door. Kevin grunted an "Are you okay" as she passed but stayed focused beyond the door to another creature, ready to fire.

"Here." The kind man led Yoko to the same couch she saw the security guards headed for earlier. The two men still sat there. As Yoko was gently set into the musky cushioning she saw David move over to a table within her sight and grab a stapler gun. She followed him with her head and eyes. David whispered something to Kevin and the two grabbed the boards near the broken door and set up a poor temporary makeshift barrier. After a moment of following with her head, the wound spurted more blood and a shot of pain whipped through her and she leaned forward, gripping the man's shoulders on the way as he was kneeled in front of her.

"Don't stress yourself." He then gave her a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, I'm a doctor." He pulled out a couple bandages from his pack. Yoko took her knapsack off and he shifted her shirt to a side so he could reach her wound. As he wrapped the bandages he warned her of the pain and she grit her teeth as he tightened the cloth. A hiss of pain escaped her throat nonetheless. "My name's George Hamilton, nice to meet you…" he paused so she could help him fill in the blank.

"Yoko Suzuki." He nodded politely and turned to the pale man next to Yoko.

Cindy sank wearily into the couch next to Yoko; the scratches on her back seemed to cause her pain as she tried to lean against the backrest but wincing. Alyssa seemed to finally settle down but she crossed her arms and stood nearby the group, tapping her foot. Kevin and David quickly came over as well, the small man following, coming from the door he entered earlier. Yoko turned to the two men who appeared to be friends.

"Will he be okay?"

The robust man looked up. "Yeah, I think Bob might make it." He didn't sound to reassured himself.

Bob wheezed a laugh. "Mark, Mark here's a good guy." His voice was a little groggy, his head lolling oddly.

"Ah. Okay, so, is there a way out?" Kevin clapped his hands together enthusiastically randomly. When he saw Cindy slowly shake her head, all reassurances disappeared from his face. "Shit." He muttered, looking away.

Cindy spoke up, dejectedly. "I can't find the key for to the Liquor Room. If I could have found it, we might be able to escape. I'm so sorry! It's my fault."

Though she was silent, Yoko could see a couple tears fall onto Cindy's lap.

"You mean this one?" the small man called out, dangling a key with a blue tag in front of his face. Yoko and Cindy looked up. Now that he was closer, Yoko could tell that he appeared to work in the subway. She could even see his earrings.

Cindy jumped up ecstatic. "Oh my god! I thought we were lost for sure." She gave the man a hug and took the keys from him.

"Well, hell, that was cool. Names Jim Chapman, by the way." He had the closest of what could be seen as a lecherous look on his face, considering the times.

Cindy jumped up and ran to the door that Jim had tried to open earlier. Once again her hands jittered the key as she tried to get it in the keyhole, however this time it was out of relief, not fear. Unfortunately, as she ran across the way to the door, the undead things spotted her running. Suddenly interested they moaned and began hitting the boards. Yoko felt a new fear hit her as she heard the small clink of a staple falling out of the wood. The fears of hope slipping away just as light is provided to one. Mark ran to his friend and helped him up, trying to assure him everything was okay but they needed to move now. After a couple moments, the weak barrier fell, taking a couple zombies with it. Yoko looked over and was horrified to see the very one that killed Will with the pack. Cindy finally pried the door open and the college student could see stairways just beyond the door. Before Cindy could finish calling people to join them, she stopped dead when she saw someone familiar walking with the ranks of the dead.

"Will?"

Groaning, the finely dressed bartender twitched. Blood was stained through his clothes and a large gouge was in his neck where he was previously bit. His blank eyes passed over to Cindy and for a moment, Yoko would have liked to believe that some form of recognition hit him when he saw the blonde. Sadly, he groaned harshly and began stepping towards her but Cindy stood frozen, a look none could decipher on her face. Before he could get any closer a bullet went through the undead Will's ear and out the other side, taking with it a splatter of brains and blood on the wall near him.

"Come on!" Kevin shouted; his gun still aimed at another creature.

Alyssa and George made their way to the now open door but gave way for Mark to get through with his unhealthy friend. Before much more was done, a slightly childish shout was heard, followed by brief cussing.

"Out of my way, asshole!" Jim shoved his way through a couple lumbering zombies, dazing them briefly. "Hey," he muttered to Kevin as he ran past him to the stairs.

Yoko gazed about herself. She didn't know what to do. The gun that she had forgotten over time suddenly felt heavy in her lap. She gripped it and stood, determined to help.

"Go!" Kevin shouted. "I'll follow." He shot another thing in the head, the black blood dripping into its glassy eyes as it fell with a muffled thud.

Yoko nodded reluctantly and grabbed Cindy's shoulder, shaking her out of her daze, rivaling that of the zombies. "Wake up. We have to go!" Yoko figured she might be of use up there. The fact that she fell so short when it came to usefulness in the dire time of need did not go over Yoko too well.

"But," Cindy didn't finish her argument. She cast a sad look on the fallen body of Will. She then gazed at Kevin and strength seemed to fill her eyes. "Okay." The two women quickly ran up the stairs. They soon reached another door at the top of the stairs and turned down to the bottom of the stairs. Kevin dived onto a couple stairs and despite his uncomfortable position sprawled on the stairs, he shot a couple more times. A growling creature bent into the room though, but before it could even touch the policeman, Kevin kicked the creature in the head violently enough that it's head actually popped off, it's open neck sprayed gushes of black blood on the bottom half of Kevin's face and his outfit as it fell over him. Yelping, Kevin jumped up and kicked the body out the door and slammed the door shut. He then ran up the stairs to the girls.

"Nice gun." He muttered when he spot Yoko's weapon. Yoko felt a strange pride fill her.

"Thanks."

Cindy grabbed the doorknob. "Ready."

The door opened.

George was waiting for them on the other side of the door. He was just exiting the room to the right of the door. "Hey, everyone headed over there. Apparently there's a way out."

Cindy nodded, already aware.

The three then ran around all the liquor shelves, the stench of alcohol permeated the room and stung Yoko's nose. She figured that the stench alone could make a person go drunk if left there long enough.

As they reached the back of the room they saw Alyssa waiting, annoyed near a forklift. She shifted her shotgun, out of what appeared to be a mere adjustment, but Yoko got closer, she could see it was also out of nervousness. "Come on. They made me wait here for you guys." The forklift had lifted some boxes near the ceiling so a person could climb the ladder on the side of the shelf and an open duct was seen on the other side. Bob was waiting there too. Soon the metal door to their left rolled up and David rushed down some steps to them.

He grabbed Bob and headed up the stairs, a gruff, "Follow me" was heard as they left the room, just in time to hear the groaning of more creatures behind them.

Yoko stumbled on the way up the stairs and was helped up by George; her embarrassment could be seen in her face. She blushed once more as she passed through the doorway when she heard Kevin's crude language.

"What the fuck are those bastards?"

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Author's Corner: Yikes! My first Resident Evil fiction feels really boring. I hope I didn't disappoint any poor readers that read this. Anyways, yeah, it does follow really closely to the game with my own quirks though. I know this really focuses on Yoko and not other characters, but eh. I just typically play as her as I like the knapsack space. Anyways, I do realize that some of the rooms were not explored nor some videos. Don't worry! Those might be mentioned later in maybe a version focusing on a different character. Or maybe they'll just talk about it. Anyways, reviews are great! I would love to read reviews but at the rate of no one reviewing, I'd be a poor girl if it were money! So, please review, after all, I like to see people's opinions and any tips on what to write better or to add. So helpful advice is also encouraged. I will return to any chapter if someone would like me to fix anything up, just as a note. Well, bye-bye! I hope to talk to you again soon!

P.S.

I am serious about my question from my summary. When a cataclysmic event occurs, what becomes more important, yourself, or helping others? I won't judge your character with your response, I'm just curious as it might affect the pace of the story later on.

Section 2: Stress: The nine make their way up the rooftop and lose someone along the way. From a raging throng of zombies to blowing up a fuel truck, more stress is pressed onto the characters. Learning to lose and how to gain, human emotions swirl into confusion as feelings might have to be discarded for a while in order to survive their first encounter with the dead and undead, and even themselves. Are memories best to be forgotten? What about people?