Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot, Kyami, Ashley, Bee and any other character I decide to throw in that wasn't in the movies or the games. Femslash eventually, but not for a while. All mistakes are my own cuz I have no beta. Read on and please tell me what you think. Gracias and One Love.

She watched the sunset with a blank expression; she could still see the tiny spec on the horizon that was the Umbrella helicopter. She felt numb knowing that her inhibitions kept her from ensuring that more people would have been on that flight headed to Alaska but she hurriedly pushed that thought to the back of her mind. The sounds of the undead around her both comforted her and grated on her nerves; she wasn't worried about them as she knew they wouldn't come within five feet of her but their stench and sounds annoyed her. She vaguely wondered why Alice hadn't gone with the others but figured it wasn't any of her business what the woman was doing in the Umbrella facility. As she turned away from the facility she heard a faint roar that could only belong to a tyrant but didn't even entertain the thought to check, Alice was like her; she could take care of herself.

Kyami didn't fancy the desert much, hell before the world ended, she rarely even ventured onto a beach, sand just wasn't her thing but she stayed in Nevada because it was quiet, there was nothing to hear but her own breath. She'd heard what Alice had said, Alaska may be infection free; that was something worth checking out but not yet. People weren't something she was anxious to spend time with, she preferred the undead, at least they left her in peace; they expected nothing. At the pace she was going, she'd make it to Alaska in maybe three years, especially with her tendency to explore entire states before moving on.

(14 Months Later)

Kyami sat on the thick tree limb as the cold breeze blew against her face. She needed to find a house to spend the winter before it got too cold to move around. The winters had gotten more brutal since the spread of the T-Virus. Out of the corner of her eye she saw movement, looking closer she saw that it was a small hoard of undead, it was unusual, seeing as she had only encountered maybe 20 undead since passing through the populated parts of Washington. She watched as the 50 to 60 undead veered to the right in an organized curve as they neared the tree she resided in and a small smirk came to her lips at their wariness. As she watched them disappear into the darkness, she closed her eyes and decided to get some much needed rest. It was only about 2 hours later when the sound of a gunshot woke her.

At first she thought she was dreaming but the subsequent gunshots proved otherwise. Curious, she started heading in the direction the hoard had gone earlier. Before she'd even taken five steps she heard yelling. The memory of what she'd allowed to happen in the Nevada desert came to the forefront of her mind, the people she had watched die before Alice had shown up. Kyami decided she'd help these people if she could, but if they turned on her afterwards then she'd help no one else ever again. With that thought in mind she started running and within seconds she came upon a clearing with a small cabin in the center, it would have been a picturesque scene if not for the hoard of undead surrounding it. She could see that they had breached the cabin through the front door and she could hear screaming coming from within. Upon approaching the door, the hoard parted to allow her access, the fleeting thought crossed her mind that they acted as subjects in the presence of their queen. Upon entering the cabin she saw that she was too late. There was blood all over the place and the undead were feasting on what looked like four adults and two children, including a baby who looked no more than 6 months old. As her eyes fell on one of the groups, she could see that the screaming she heard a few seconds ago were coming from that man as he was still fighting the undead eating him, she knew there was no point attempting to save him as she would have to kill him later on when he turned but the least she could do was put him out of his misery. As their eyes met, he raised his hand and pointed to a door behind her; then his eyes closed as the life left him. She holstered her pistol and turned to the door he'd pointed to, she tried the knob and found it locked but could hear a faint whimpering. Heading back outside she circled to house to the window for that room, she could hear the undead beating on the door of the room as soon as she exited the house and she knew she needed to act quickly before they got to whomever was in that room. Using a rock she found below the window, she broke the glass and used her sleeve covered arm to clear all the jagged edges. As she entered the room she heard growling and more whimpering, looking in the corner of the room between the bed and the wall she saw a fierce looking German Shepherd and beyond the dog she saw a small child curled into a ball between the night stand and the wall. After giving the dog an intense look and allowing it to sniff her hand, it walked up to her and licked her face. She knew the dog would be loyal to her no matter what, it was in part because of the same reason the undead wouldn't come near her. She could hear the hinges on the door creaking and knew she didn't have long before it gave way to the collective weight of the undead.

"Hey sweetie, what's your name?"

Who she could now tell was a little girl due to the length of the hair escaping the winter coat, only sniffed and refused to lift her head. Deciding to leave the girl for last, she went around the room stuffing clothes into a knapsack she found. Kyami couldn't tell if the clothes belonged to the girl in the corner or the one in the living room but she had no time to check. She didn't know who the man was to the little girl but she figured it was the only angle she could use to get the little girl up and moving.

"Sweetie, I know you're scared right now and you want your parents but your Daddy sent me for you" said Kyami anxiously

The girl lifted her head and with tears streaming down her face said in a shaky voice, "Papa?"

"Yeah honey, your Papa. He can't come right now so he sent me. How about we get out of here and away from the scary people? Hmm? Would you like that?" asked Kyami with a calming smile.

"What about Bee?" asked the child with an anxious look on her face.

"Who's Bee sweetie?"

"My dog" answered the child while pointing to the German Shepherd was sitting patiently by the window

"Bee's coming with us. Do you wanna tell me your name?"

"Ashley"

"Okay Ashley, let's get out of here," said Kyami while holding out her hand for the child to take.

When the girl stood, Kyami offhandedly wondered what she'd gotten herself into. The little girl looked no older than 4, maybe 5 years old. She had long honey blonde hair reaching her waist, bright amber eyes despite her tears and rosy cheeks that made her resemble the cherubs Kyami used to see in paintings. She was wearing only her flannel pajamas and Kyami hoped the undead wouldn't get through the door before she could get the child into clothes more appropriate for wandering through the forest in winter. She knew they wouldn't attack the child while she held her but she didn't want to take the chance of them following her through the window when she left, she needed each and everyone one of them in the cabin. As she helped Ashley get dressed in thermal underwear, jeans, a t-shirt and her insulated jacket and pink fur boots, she prayed she hadn't bitten off more than she could chew.

Upon getting both Ashley and Bee out the window, she scanned the surroundings to see if there were any straggling undead and upon finding none she sat Ashley under a fir tree and told Bee to guard her. The dog immediately took a stance in front of the toddler trembling with fear. She gave the child a kiss on the head and told her she'd be right back; instead of answering Ashley only released a whimper that almost broke Kyami's heart and held on to Bee's tail.

Heading back into the cabin, Kyami closed the ruined door as much as she could, hoping none of the undead would smell Ashley and decide to venture outside. She quickly filled a duffle bag she'd found in the bedroom with all the food it could hold and put the rest in her pack. With that finished, she took a container of the gasoline she found and doused the two bedrooms and the bathroom. Taking the other two containers and the duffle of food, she proceeded to douse the kitchen and the living room including the still feeding undead with gasoline. She closed the door behind her as she exited and after placing the bag of food under a tree near the cabin, she started pouring the remainder of the gasoline around the exterior of the cabin, throwing the container through the broken window of the bedroom when she was finished.

All that was seen a few minutes later in the remote mountains of Washington, was the figure of a woman with a toddler in her arms and a dog by her side walking into the woods while the moans of the undead rose from a burning cabin.