Not sure this will have readers but hope the (hopefully) potential readers will like it. If not, then comment on what is wrong and how it could be improve. :)

So, this story has been on my mind for a month and wouldn't leave. Then I decided to just write it out to unstuck it. And regarding the Genre, I couldn't put in horror, since I don't know jackshit about writing one or suspense, for the same reason too. So I decided to put it in General and Sci-fi, because raising the dead is impossible (maybe for now or whatever. hehe) and is considered only in Fictional works.

Yeah, also sorry if I got things wrong like characters being OOC, it's not my intent but more on my inexperience as an amateur writer.

Disclaimer: I do not own Resident Evil/ Biohazard franchise in anyway and is merely doing this out of entertainment. Capcom and all it's creators own everything.


Chris Redfield read the file given by the woman in red suit who typed away. The info she had wasn't much and it was expected of him because Umbrella, corrupt as they were, were good at covering their tracks. All of Alpha teams' gathered file on the Arklay mansion presented as evidence vanished like the wind, no small thanks to that bastard Chief Irons. The son of a bitch was on the payroll of Umbrella, they realized too late when everything was swept under. Their solid evidence on the truth hidden by Umbrella shadow, all of it gone. No wonder the damn fat man can afford to his expensive shitty paintings.

Luckily, they had copies of it but even then, the Corporation had huge hold of Raccoon's media company. Maybe not just Raccoon city but most also on the Goverment that even if they presented everything on court, the evidence would be swept under the rug just like with RPD. Not only were they forcefully gagged but were also fired and kept under tabs by agents of Umbrella. There were "accidents" that nearly killed them causing Barry to move out in fear for his family's safety, and Rebecca finding a temporary place to hide on. After they've proven to survive that, they had been left alone. Chris thought that it may be due to the fact that what could a small handful of people with no real power or connections do? So now, only him and Jill were left to investigate the truth.

Alyssa Ashcroft was a blessing from heaven because she also kept a copy of the files as part of her undergoing investigation of the shady corporation. She had personal stake in it and he understood why. It all came back when they were still dating last year and before it all fell out. The returning nightmares. At first Chris didn't believe fully her words and her encounter of on that, but after experiencing hell themselves in the Arklay forest he believed it fully. He and Jill was not stopping until the truth is revealed for all to see.

"Are you sure this is all?" the ex-STARS member asked the blonde journalist. "There had to be more." The woman in front of him looked at him raising her eyebrow, probably thinking 'Are you doubting my skills, Chris?'

He couldn't doubt Alyssa, she was one of the best journalist he'd known. She had more connection underground than him, and if her sources couldn't find a whisper of it, then it means it was tightly kept than usual. So with a sigh, he set down the files and leaned against his chair. He told Jill that it was a bad idea to stay in Raccoon city due to the fact they were under tight watch. It would've be better if they left as his friends from the top had info about an Umbrella secret lab in Europe. Maybe they'd hit the jackpot with the rumored "G Virus" but she refused to let him do this alone. Hell, the woman even managed to convince him to stay. Women, he thought with a sigh.

"Thanks anyways, Lys. I owe you one," he said looking at the quiet bar. It was odd for a bar to be this silent on a Friday night. Raccoon city even if it was a suburban city always had young people flocking the bars on Friday night finally free from the burden of school. The day was slow anyway so he shook it off as one of the quirks of the city. He turned his focus on the news on the television showed of the riot footage earlier afternoon.

His ex-girlfriend smirked back, "No problem. The least I could do for giving me solid proof."

"Dirt that couldn't be used," he scoffed.

It was a sad fact, the ex-cop introspected as he drank his beer. All that information gathering dust and can't be used as their leverage against the big company. Umbrella had too much hold on outside and inside Raccoon.

Alyssa only snorted in response, "Dirt that couldn't be used yet, Chris. I know there would be a time to use it. I just know it."

Chris wished he could be somehow positive as her but all the things he experienced on that mansion? The former cop somehow doubt it would happen and it would take a miracle to do it. Some of the things they read was inconspicuous, but none was done to investigate it, i.e. the Arklay forest attacks, the questionable events in Arklay hospital. It was a miracle he was trying to make but Umbrella Pharmaceuticals blocked every step of their way. The G-Virus they'd briefly heard was all leading to dead ends. Their leads were of no help. "You seem sure of it Lys," he said drinking his beer. He doubted he could ever be drunk again so he saw no need to held back from drinking. "Might consider tellin' me why?"

His ex only smirked, "All secrets get out Chris. One way or another." That's Alyssa for him. Tenacious as a hound, one of the reasons he loved her. Coupled that with her temper you've got one hell of a woman. He would pity the old fool that would make her mad.

"Of course, you would say that," he rolled his eyes. "It's your job."

The blonde woman cocked her eyebrow at him in response while typing. He missed their banter like this when Chris looked back at their relationship. He didn't even know why they broke up. Was it something big? So much had happened in a year that the reason for his breaking up was trivial now.

"That's what I do best, Redfield," Redfield, the former STARS thought wryly shaking his head. Chris supposed that he could never stop her from calling him with his last name rather than his given one from time to time. She knew he didn't like being call Redfield outside of formal settings because it reminded him of their dad. He knew that the reason why Alyssa kept doing that just to annoy him. Not that it did when it was her.

Their banter was cut short when the bell on the door rang and an injured man entered the bar. His clothes all tattered and he was bleeding. Immediately, he stood to help the man out. It seemed he and the waiter had the same idea. He approached the man to see if he was alright.

"Sir, are you okay?" said the waiter as Chris was approaching them. "Come on sir, let's get you bandaged while we call the ambulance." The bars' waiter grabbed his hand to lead him to a booth.

The man immediately pounced on him making the waiter scream as his throat was bitten and blood flowed out of him. He paled at the recognition. T-Virus! Unless the man was an avid cannibal, T-Virus was the only reason for biting someone without provocation. Ignoring the panic cries of others, he was quick on whipping out his Samurai Edge and pulled the trigger. Blood splattered on the floor as the dead man was put out of his misery.

"Will!"

The waitress was fast on helping his friend but he warned her not to touch him. She squirmed and gave him a dirty look but he ignored it. No need for anyone else to die on his watch. "Don't touch him. Alyssa, lower the blinds!" He urgently ordered the woman as he blocked the door with the barrels.

The customers were now looking at him with worry, especially the SPF officer. "Don't move! Put your hands where I can see them!" the Police officer ordered, aiming a gun at him.

"I'd better follow him, if I were you pal," the black man wearing the blue jacket let out his gun and directed it at him.

Are they crazy? They saw what happened someone died of someone else's and they're arresting him? His gut was telling him shit was about to blow. The same gut he felt when he landed in Wesker's palm. Shit was about to get bad. Real bad.

Chris didn't follow them as he gently pulled the crying blonde waitress away from her friend. It won't take long for it to take effect. "Stay away, you don't want him to kill you like the man did earlier to him," Chris explained. She was clearly resisting the urge to go to the fallen man.

"What? We can't leave him to die," Cindy, the waitress' name emblazoned on the name tag, resisted his pull a little.

"I'm sorry, but he's already dead and you know it." The waitress covered her face as she cried.

Pulling out his knife he approached the dead man. "I said don't move, Ex-Police Chris Redfield! You're under arrest for murder." Murder, he scoffed at it.

"Hey, are you blind? He did to save that man. It was an act of self-defense, now put that gun down," Alyssa's harsh voice thundered at the RPD Officer.

RPD Officer glared at Chris vehemently, "Do you know who he is? He left his squadmates to die against crazy cannibals."

Dammit they don't have time to argue. If one was here then that means it won't be alone because the T-Virus Zombie may have already killed someone.

"I know him better than you do," his former girlfriend stood defiantly crossing her arms. "He's done a job better than any of you SPF."

Looking at Alyssa he gave her a tired look. Chris tried the easy way so, he didn't want to do this but he was left no choice as he knew they need to hurry the hell out of the bar before more of those came. With a quick dash, the ex-STARS officer quickly disarmed the Police Officer and threw his knife at the dead mans' head making all of them scream. The rotund black man still maintained his aim fearlessly regardless of his feat, while RPD officer grunted, nearly screaming, as he hit against the wooden bar.

"What… what are you?" said the Asian young woman who hid behind a plumber who had his knife out. A quick glance at the man made Chris guess the man was an experienced fighter base on his stance alone.

"We do-"

He couldn't answer it because a harsh knocking came from outside. It pounded continuously on the windows and door. It was a good thing that the windows were now blocked or else if they would be seen, the undead's aggression would increase. Not only that these people would be expose to the horrors the STARS teams were shown. Chris couldn't help but be reminded of the nightmare of Arklay but only this time it involved a part of the city which could still spread out. Or so I hope.

"Miss," Chris glanced at the still shaken woman. "Is there any fire exit around here?" The urgency in his voice was obvious as the woman nodded in reply. He may not be part of RPD anymore but the black haired ex-Police Officer in him wouldn't leave these people to face the T-Virus.

The waitress paled when the banging became louder. "No, we don't have a back exit."

"Anything, will do."

Shakily, she pointed at the door near the bathroom. "The hotel next to the bar, it's possible to jump on it through the roof." They had to hurry because the doors and windows were the only thing protecting them from the zombies' snarling viasge. It would hold them for now, but he didn't know how long it'd last.

"Let's move out people! We don't have time."

"Why should we listen to you?" Mark, as the nametag calls him, said and walked towards the door slowly with his friend who kept on coughing. He didn't have time for this. Mark jumped back when the snarling bloody face of an undead met his surprised voice. The train conductor screamed but was quickly silenced by Alyssa with a cover to his mouth.

"Are you crazy! Do you want more of them to hear us!?" She hissed pulling him far from the windows. It was the first time Alyssa ever saw a T-Virus victim despite in his quiet moments, she was the one he told of what happened on Arklay mansion. He trusted her just as he trusted Barry, Jill, Brad, and Rebecca. "The gunshot probably led them to us and we do not need more." she said her voice quivering. He could tell that she was barely holding, at least better than these people do.

"Come on! Let's move out! Grab anything that could be used as a weapon!" Chris barked as he gave Officer Kevin his gun back. They'd need to help each other if they were to survive. They briefly introduced each other and marched out of the bar and upstairs.

J's bar's second floor was deathly quiet with the undead howls as the one the one that made noise now that he realized it. Gunshots rang together with garbled words together with the scream of helpless others echoing into the night then suddenly becoming quiet. He motioned for them to be quiet as they walked towards safety supposed safety. He lead them Samurai Edge and hunting knife ready to kill anything.

Alyssa, equipped with her taser, matched his pace walked beside him as he secured their path. SPF Member Kevin Ryman covered the rear equipped with Colt M1911A1. Mark was indisposed as he was supporting his friend and David protected the weaponless ones of their group with a broom. Mainly George, Cindy, Yoko, Jim, and Mark.

"Chris, is this the T-Virus in your file? The one you, Jill and the survivors described?" Alyssa muttered coolly. It was good acting but in all the years Chris knew her, he knew she was anxious, afraid even, under her cool exterior. Reading or listening the horrors were one thing, but it was another to experience it firsthand. Nothing ever prepared anyone of something T-Virus was capable of unleashing.

A brief nod to the others, he cut on the corner. The moans of the dead may have been silent as they got away from the barging horde on the bar. He wasn't sure if that was a good thing or bad. Maybe they were already making their way upstairs silently. The fact that there were already bodies when they reached the outside of the staff room worried him. He signaled for the others to stop.

Chris hoped that Jill would be okay even if they were on the other side of the town. He already lost enough friends thanks to Umbrella. Focusing on the present, he stabbed the heads all because he couldn't take a chance that they were already dead. Gesturing for them to come out now.

"Quick, find anything we can use," Mark ordered the others as he gently set down his friend on the Sofa of the lobby.

All of them scurried and Chris searched every drawer in the room for anything useful but all he could find was useless objects ranging from paper clips, to empty bottle. In one of the top drawers, he found a bandage and quickly pocketed it. Not much aside from Cindy finding a the commonly seen yet effective Fire and Water plant, also known as red and blue herbs by the the outside world.

"I found the gun!" Cindy called from the locker room on the left of the entrance or the locker room since she worked there, the blonde waitress knew the place better and went to see if their co-worker really had a gun as she said earlier.

"Bat!" Jim shouted.

"Nailgun!" The doctor supplied.

"Bullets and herbs!" Alyssa said. Briefly Chris wondered why a bar would need gun but he remembered that lately there had been a higher crime rate. Convenience stores, Jewelry shop and bars were targeted. Most of all "mysterious" disappearance on the woods and on the edge of the city where only parts of people were left, of course the people would want to have a gun for defense. The people's cry for justice on those deaths were left unanswered by theirs truly, the RPD, and the STAR's replacement, the SPF.

"Redfield! We could use the nailgun to bar the door in case whatever those, catch up with us," The SPF suggested looking at the wood near the door less entrance and he agreed as they called the others.

It was tedious process and every minute they spent nailing the wood was second the moans got nearer. He saw Yoko shivered when the moans came back and getting closer. Looking to the others momentarily, David stood guard in case the zombies catch up quickly, put a hand on Yoko's shoulder making her smile a little. Cindy grasped her gun on her chest and Alyssa, her stance hard, looked beyond them and to where the stairs where.

"Come on, guys," Jim's very much panicking state was very obvious in his tone. "Come on. Come on. Come on. Hurry."

"Goddammit," Kevin grunted as he pieced a wood on the wall. "If you want us to hurry then help us."

"I hear them," Jim muttered and his hold on the weapon shaky. The former Police officer understood his fears. Their team, the best of the RPD, all of them were caught unprepared when they landed in Arklay forest. Bravo team had only one survivor throughout the whole ordeal, even then Rebecca confessed to the remaining members of STARS that it was thanks to her cooperation with a convict, former Army Lt. Billy Coen, was she only able to survive. So, what more for civilians who knew nothing about the virus, had to training or discipline?

"Here they come," the warning came from the bulky security guard when a horde of them rounded on the corner of the stairs. Hungry moans came out of their mouth as they walked towards them with the finesse of a limped person. "Take this!" He opened fire with his Glock 17. Their were numerous banging of body hitting the floor.

Kevin's muttered as they nearly finish their barricade now while Mark, with Cindy supporting him, provided covering fire. He didn't want to see the undead heading their way and only focused on the job. Go, go, go! His mind raced.

"Come on," Alyssa pulled him and Kevin before they could finish the barricade. The ex-cop retrieved his custom handgun and aimed for the heads. All his shots pierced the zombies' head adding to the pile Mark did.

A simple kick from him destroyed the door as they ran upstairs quickly. The undead was catching up, and quickly. He could hear it, the wooden barricade being pounded upon.

When they reached the Liquor room, he immediately locked the room and searched for something big to block it with.

"Guys! Let's just block the door! Isn't there anything we could use to block it!" Jim said who kept biting his nails as he, along with the others kept on glancing the door.

"There's barrels here and we could use the table and refrigerator inside the room," the waitress advised. Chris could see her shaking hands. Gazing into his hands, it spasmed erratically too but he formed a fist and took a deep breath. He put the thought of Jill aside for the moment, she would survive this if it hits their part of town. He had faith in her. They were part of STARS, the best of the best Raccoon Police Department had to offer. She wouldn't die so easy, Jill was at one point a candidate for the most famous group of the Navy Seals.

So, they moved it. Chris with the help of Mark carried it and laid it down. Kevin and David each pulled a barrel they found while the others scavenged for more useful things. It was tough work but only when they were done did he sigh in relief. The fridge alone would be enough to block the door and keep them out. Hopefully.

Most members of their group were shaking, paling, or stood in place when the T-Virus Zombies punched the doors with their guttural call and echoed in the hall of the Cellar. They blocked the door but it was a dead end. They could climb the shelves and into the air vent but that would mean leaving behind Mark's friend.

He had no choice but to do forcefully open it, not that he'd ever refuse to use it when peoples' life where on the line. "Stand back, everyone. Kevin, cover me and shoot anything that come out of it." Putting a hand on the indents of the metal wall from him, despite it being rusted, easily pulled it up easily than any other man. Chris had no time for their gawking, the Zombies were still pushing the door and he wasn't confident how long it'll last. "Let's move!" He said leading the way and they exited on the roof.

Crows flew overhead cooed ominously as he turned his gaze upwards, Chris' heart sank. The skies were burning, and everything on the ground both in the far away horizon and those near them lit in orange and red hue. In every direction the former STARS members looked smoked billowed upwards. The situation was worse than he thought.

"Come on," Cindy led. "It's just around the corne- ahhh!" the woman screamed running back slipping around the corner followed by a familiar groaning.

"Cindy!" Jim screamed. When they turned around the corner two undead were approaching the felled waitress. He wasted no time aiming. Just as he was about to press the trigger, someone fired two shot first and glanced to see it was Mark. The two shots hit both zombies' head and sending the zombies flying back from the closeness. Even as he supported Bob, the man was good.

They kept walking and the black man's friend, Bob, coughs kept getting worse. "Put me down Mark," the man said weakly and when Mark protested he released himself from the latter falling and leaned against the wall.

"We're so close now man, I ain't gonna leave you now."

Mark properly positioned the sick man against the wall. While this was happened, the ex-Police could hear the moaning of zombies. It was not only him who noticed this, Jim along with Yoko and Cindy kept glancing back.

"Go! I would only burden you." The sick friend of Mark shouted and pushed him away then coughing. It pained Chris to see things end like this. Umbrella will answer for many things, both him and Jill swore that the moment they escaped the nightmare called Arklay mansion alive along with Barry, Brad, and Rebecca. His promise had never been this strong before. Whatever it takes, they would make sure the company would pay for this. "Go on. I'll hold them if they catch up."

Chris looked away not wanting to see the older man be in pain anymore. It hit him too close on the heart. Reminding him of their dad's death on the hospital bed. He put a hand of Mark's shoulder and said nothing, not wanting to ruin the moment between on what look long time friends. A bond that maybe transcending all, even those of blood.

"Okay," Mark replied without wavering. "You better kill some of those bastards you fool."

"Who do you take me for? I'm the better marksman between the two of us. Remember Vietcong?" Bob smirked. "Now go," with his free hand the man pushed Mark away. They left Bob, and no one said anything. They all knew his fate and no condolence, sorry would change it.

Someone muttered something, but his attention was elsewhere. He was focusing on the sounds from far away. It was all a mix, but he registered possibly some ambulance or police sirens there. The former STARS wouldn't want to be sure, but he hoped he really was wrong or else they were in knee deep shit. Fire rising through the air were rampant throughout the city.

Gunshots rang below and beside him Cindy winced. Bob, leading them beside Cindy kept up his pace.

After minutes of walking they stood on the edge of building where they will jump from the other side.

"Kevin," said Chris. "I'll jump first so that I can catch them in case they slipped. Cover the rear flank in case any zombies show up," said man grunted getting his custom handgun.

Chris easily made the jump and gestured for them to follow. Cindy went first. "Here I go," the waitress slowly walked forwards and looked down. Chris couldn't fault the civilians for their trepidation.

"Don't worry," he smiled, "I'll catch you."Cindy backed for a second then ran. Chris caught her hand and quickly pulled her up.

He signaled for someone to follow and the most reluctant of them and youngest , Yoko, went first. Jim screamed when she nearly fell. Mark, despite his age was strong enough to do it on his own. All of them got their safely. Almost. Kevin was the last one to jump.

Evacuation orders were called, and they heard it just as Kevin was the last to jump, hoards of zombies came from the corner and came scuttling towards them but could only bounce against the metal fence.

"You better catch me Redfield!" Kevin shouted running and mid jump near the ledge, Chris caught the police officer's hands and pulled him easily.

"Five minutes," Kevin stated.

With him and Kevin in the lead, they entered the building wary of anything. "Clear," they both said at the same time. The rooftop entrance was empty and held nothing for them to use aside from the elevator and stairs.

Quickly ushering them inside the elevator, they went towards the ground floor. Chris went left as the other police went right, a zombie stood blocking the door and without preamble, he ran and stabbed its head killing it silently then gestured for them to follow.

The scene they saw when they got out was one out of nightmares. People ran screaming and panicking as hordes of T-Virus infected moaned chasing after them from the 35th street. Gunshot after gunshot rang out the street outside of J's bar coming from an RPD officer. Chris never would had expected in all his life to see Raccoon city left to chaos by the undead. They all thought it was over when Arklay was laid to waste along with every secret it held and the only problem of exposing Umbrella its true colors for everyone to see. The nightmare was supposed to be over and none of this scene they were seeing was to become true.

All they wanted was justice for those victims, families of victims, the STARS Bravo Team that's why they fought in ways they can to let the world know of what has Umbrella kept hidden under its shadows. All they they wanted was to show everyone the truth, but not this way with the lid blowing up on everyone's face!

"Hurry! Push those cars to block them!" A police officer stood shooting the dead continuously. The cop reeled back screaming when hands popped out under the car. As sudden as it appeared, the pair of hands grabbed his foot with strong enough force making him fall and dragging him.

"Kevin!" the officer sighed in relief. "and Redfield. Thank god, your still alive. We need all help we can get! There's been riot throughout Raccoon and the police is stretch thin! Chris could see the fear in his eyes, but Raymond's form never wavered for the the others to see.

This is no riot, the ex- police officer knew. No amount of training ever prepared anyone for anything like the T-Virus, not even the STARS. They, the remaining survivors of Arklay tried to warn everyone. Heck, they had evidence, but no one believed them. It was them against the world!

"Arthur!"

Both he and Kevin ran towards Arthur who kicked and screamed in protest.

"Help!" with eyes wide, head and body curled upwards looking at the upside down, the man stretched his hands towards them. The man shouted, blood sprayed from beneath the car and soon yanked into the shadows.

"Arthur! Answer me man," the chubby cop frantically approached the vehicle but Chris stopped him from doing so.

Now that he'd seen him near, Chris recognized the man, but he wasn't close to him not even acquaintances. Raymond Douglas, a good man but unfortunately in the end didn't believe them. Who would? Every word even the evidence sounded crazy alone.

Arthur, the now deceased RPD officer, on the otherhand Chris knew him somehow. Unlike the others which scoffed at them, Arthur kept and open mind and listened to their tales. The man didn't believed them fully, the events of Arklay happened but no zombies, no Tyrant. The man was looking for a logical reason. A good man and an honest officer.

"Those freaks got Arthur! We gotta rescue him!"

Kevin shook his head, "He's dead. You don't want to his sacrifice to be in vain."

"He's dead already," Alyssa butted in pale as snow. "We have to protect the civilians heading this way." Chris wanted to hug his ex-girlfriend to protect her, to reassure her, that everything would be okay despite from the primal cries of the T-Virus infected echoing on the streets like a dark symphony. But, they had to hurry and get the hell out of the place.

Raymond looked like he wanted to protest but looked away for a second in silence and sighed. "Then let's go. Once all possible civilians are here, we're outta here.

Chris didn't wait for the invitation and automatically drew his customized STARS handgun and quickly shot down a zombie on the entrance of the bar. "Mark, Kevin, push the other car while I do the other one. Be careful not be dragged under." He could hear it, as many as the ones the RPD had shot down, there were still a lot following. They could hear it all. "Hurry," he said beckoning those running while they push the car. People jumped over the car stampeding each other while assisted by the few officers the section had.

The ex-RPD easily pushed the car and his companions did the same together.

"Come on, come on! Move it!" Raymond shouted his order, shooting the incoming zombies as they neared. Once there were no people left to protect, Raymond signaled them to follow him. Kevin, Raymond took the lead while Chris guarded the rear eyeing the undead horde blocked by the Police cars. Numerous hands shot out underneath the vehicles, another climbed the car but continuously slipped.

Jill, you better be alright. As much as he hoped that it was an isolated case, Chris knew it wasn't. A group big as what they were seeing likely killed and infected a lot already.

Raymond led them on the large wooden double gate beside the apartment building they'd been through. The door led led to an area littered with construction materials and another door on the other end. Many screamed when hands, heads, came out of the duct on the floor beside the door a few feet away. Even their exit was block as incoming zombies came out the same way. More fell out of the window from and crashing like a sack of bricks.

Raymond pointed his shotgun threateningly to every zombie. "Stay away."

Kevin beside him silently appraised their enemies.

"Stay close," Mark ordered, and they followed his command and huddled together.

"Grab what you can use as weapon!" Chris said loud enough for everyone to hear as he stabbed a head of an undead blond man coming out of the duct on the left. "Don't let them touch you in any way! Push them away far as you can! Raymond," he snapped at the quivering man with the shotgun which put him out of his panic attack, "on the front with Mark, support him."

With their tight circular formation they walked forwards the door. Every zombie that dared hobbled towards them, they kicked it, hit it with makeshift weapons. A bleeding old woman reached out for the girl woman next to him, but he kicked her preemptively sending her and most of everyone behind her sprawling on the concrete.

He could see it, the undead hordes number kept rising and rising. They were trapped on the center but they still walked towards the door. A woman screamed in their group. "Pedro!" the woman shouted back in anguish.

Many of their group shouted in pain, horror whilst they fought back.

"Raymond, keep them back!" Chris barked.

The door was tightly locked but it would't be a problem for him. The former STARS kicked the door down and everyone then ushered in towards safety. Chris' swiftly reloaded his handgun and fired when a moaning infected was about to grab him. Three blasts from Raymond sent them wobbling back, pulled back and close the door.

"Barricade it," Kevin ordered.

Everyone ran everywhere, while he with his back against the door held it closed. He gritted his teeth as the zombie's combined strength beating on the door.

Tightening his fist, he pushed back against the onslaught of the undead on the door.

"We found something in the truck," Cindy shouted. "Hold on, Chris!"

"The truck!" he looked up when Jim said this. "It's gasoline."

The RPD officer ran to him chain's in hand. Chris didn't care that it was rusty nor where the man got it from. David, Yoko , and Mark him with thick slabs of wood and metal pipe. Quickly, Chris turned and switched position where he now he the two doors with his hands. Raymond, with shaking hands, looped and tied the chain on the know. He secured the knot by inserting the pipe and slab of wood in between the metallic object.

Many released a breath of relief when they barricaded the door best as they can. Still, the pounding threatened to tear it apart. Now they were trapped. From the other side, the only other door near a gas truck with the another door. Based on what buildings he could see on the horizon, he knew that where it led towards was the main road, which was bad. The angry guttural cries of the revived dead people came from louder there. They were pinned down on both sides.

"Are we really going to survive this?" a shaky voice said loudly.

"They got my brother, sister and husband!"

"Everyone calm down, RPD are holding back the riot as we speak," Raymond stuttered out a bit. Looking at the gathered survivors of twenty along with those from J's bar, not many of them believed his words. A little girl holding tightly to a woman's legs tightly made him think about Claire. He had to survive for her, Jill, Barry and for the truth.

They searched for another exit with haste because he like everyone else knew their barricade wouldn't hold back the dead for long. On the side was a canal, where there was an outlet to the sewers, and also their only way out of danger. .

"Chris," the blonde journalist muttered. It wasn't a surprise he detected the quivering in her voice. What they thought as only fiction became real, all thanks to Raccoon city's sponsor; Umbrella.

Whatever Alyssa was saying were cut off when their group screamed. Chris, whipped around on the source noticed a zombie fell from the windows. More fell and the ducts beside the other door? More came from it crawling uttering nonsensical sounds. At the same time, their block fell and the large numbers of the T-Virus infected came rushing inwards like a pack of hungry piranhas.

"Into the sewers!" his ex-girlfriend called. Everyone ran to the exit they had. Running for the gas truck, he opened the valve slowly wetting the downwards sloping pavement with Kevin, Raymond and Mark covered him and keeping them at bay.

Grabbing his lighter, he motioned for them to run ahead. At first, they didn't follow him, but they then followed his orders and ran to safety when he opened his lighter. With a single flick, he lit a fire and dropped the lighter. Everything was a blur as he dashed for the sewer entrance. Chris' only sign of how much time head was the crackling fire overwhelming the voices of the dead. He screamed when everything behind him ended in a deafening explosion. Shrapnel flew and hit everything.

Chris' grunted when his chest met the wall. His chest lit up as if one fire. The man could feel the wall caved in. Moving his arms, he pushed himself from the away, and felt water surround him this time. He grit his teeth, and bore his stinging chest.

The others were waiting for him when he landed on the sewers roughly. Damn it, he spewed curses when the injury, though healed, burned once again as he landed face first on the floor.

"Chris," Cindy greeted and approached him helping him get back up. "Are you okay?"

"Never better."

It surprised him that they would wait for him. He'd expected the others to go on without him, but it seems not a single one went ahead. Still, it was a good thing they did, they had strength in numbers. Those armed stood guard guarding the weaponless people. Now that they weren't in any danger he noticed five kids amongst their group who were obviously shaken, no, shaken was an understatement. These kids were traumatized as they cry as they while holding on to Cindy, Alyssa and a teen.

Chris' fist tightened and his chest swelled in anger from the fact they couldn't stop this from happening. They were supposed to protect people, dammit! Children should smile and have fun just as they had when they were young. Not run away from infected trying to eat you and everyone else still alive.

Raymond lighten and smile upon seeing him when he turned to said officer, "Another minute and we would've left without you."

"Sorry for the wait," Chris replied putting a hand on his chest. It still hurt but its now bearable somehow. "Where is the evacuation area?" he immediately asked, it was required to have an evacuation area in times of crisis.

The RPD officer stuttered a response, "We never expected the situation to become this bad." Chris' mind went through the news he heard all day. There was a riot earlier the day, midday to be exact, near New Prague. It was obvious now that the was a cover up and not an isolated case. Police were sent to quell it but no further news about it came, only that people were evacuated from the whole area affected by the riot. If the riot coverage was a cover up then it must've been a massive T-Virus infected horde. That bastard Irons knew what it was but didn't do anything? He had a lot of words to say to him once he get to RPD but thinking of ways to make the man cry now was not the proper time.

Breathing in and out deeply for a minute before turning to the situation at hand. There was no way the whole RPD could stop if Raymond's words were true. With his thought, Chris came up with the conclusion that there was never any evacuation area because of they didn't know the truth. "There is no evac site," said Chris before Raymond could utter his words.

The only response given was a reluctant nod. Some of the civilians rose in anger at this confirmation. One chubby man dashed to Raymond lifting ghim up by the collar. "What do you mean there is no evacuation site! You're the police! You protect people and RPD wasn't prepared for this!?" His shout thundered on the silent sewer.

"We…" Raymond choked and struggled to say. "Like.. I said… never expected things was worse. But in holding out the riots we set up the evac zone near it, on the main road."

Their indignant shouts were the reply he got.

"Enough!" Alyssa pushed the man away before the former STARS member could making said chubby man drop the RPD officer on the floor spluttering and grabbing his throat. "I worker on Raccoon Daily and he's right," she stated angrily crossing her arms in turn. "There were only reports of riots throughout the southern part of the city. What really happened was never known, probably a police cover up." The journalist glared at the police beside Kevin.

"Give us a break," Kevin retorted. "There was no cover up. Whatever happened there was a mystery, no one reported back from the riot. To prevent mass panic, the chief sent more to investigate the place. We were also unprepared for the situation as we are! You saw how those freaks break in the bar and the street like they own it."

"All this yammering will get us nowher'!" Mark went between the two groups of the angry citizens and the Police officers. "What's important is we'll get out of this mess."

Raymond cleared his throat, "Every law enforcement agency are on high alert are deployed and trying to contain the situation as we speak. There's still hope whatever this is will end."

He highly doubt that. The more people fall from the T-Virus, the more their numbers decreased and the undead's swelled, but he spoke none of his thought in front of the civilians and instead asked unflinchingly staring down the two RPD Officers, "What's the next step."

The SPF member then turned to his friend or maybe just acquaintance.

"The RPD have a truck waiting on the main road in front of the apple inn," his eyes moved to the civilians then continued, "the chaos hadn't reach their yet so it's safe. Dorian will be there." He remembered Dorian Brown, a man that hailed from the south. The best drive in RPD in his opinion. "From there, he will take you to the safest zone on the city near the evac zone

"What if it's overrun by those monsters now?" a redhead male teen asked. Even in the dark he could see the sheen of sweat on him and teary eyes of the young man. "Look at what happened of the 35th. There were some police stationed their earlier but they were killed easily! Those things killed Fred, Joseph… everyone," cried the teen held by Cindy.

"I know," cooed the blonde woman. She was holding on but he could see how shaken they were. Yoko always stuck with David, Jim stayed close with Mark and George. Alyssa, headstrong as she was, stayed close either him or Kevin. "They ate my friend Will too. But we'll make it. We have to." Cindy's smiled and in her eyes, Chris saw her resolution. Her will to live, the will to go on. The same fire Alyssa had in her yet gentler in nature. The same thing burned in the survivors' eyes scared and scarred as they were as he stared at them all.

"You think so?" the woman nodded letting the teen cry burying his face on clothes.

Alyssa looked at Chris and saw only firm taut expression. She was itching for the truth be revealed. The truth that was buried under Arklay mansion. The truth on the Eclipse express train. A silent promise to reveal what was under the umbrella.

"C'mon, let's just get out of here then we'll know if it's okay or not."

"Why can't we stay here?" A woman on her thirties stated not moving on her spot. "There's no one here and we haven't heard their cries here."

Alyssa grunted, "Not yet it isn't. How sure are we that we're safer here than above? For that how long will this place be safe?" No one answered. The woman only incoherently stuttered as reply.

Kevin pointed to himself, Chris, and Raymond lead the group, then to Mark, David, and Alyssa on the rear. The rest filed them in the middle not one word out of them.

Only their footsteps emanated breaking the silence of the sewers. With each step, water echoed with the drips of the pipe as it fell. The former police along with Kevin, Raymond and Mark walked with vigilant eyes for anything. The civilian's startled cry, heavy breathing paired with the clanging on their shoes. It didn't help their group with the fact that it was too damn dark but for Chris his vision can see in the dark. No movements beyond the scuttling mouse.

"Chris," his ex whispered. "Your eyes are glowing," Shit, he forgot about that little fact. His eyes glows in the dark, eerily so, said by Jill upon seeing it for the first time. A cat-like piercing slitted red eye, as she describe it. It was a good thing the others didn't notice yet, no need to scare the people more.

"Thanks," was his muttered reply. And he meant it. Alyssa was one of his most trusted people. Their romance may have a bad ending but their friendship did not. It was a mutual break up that hurt him and Alyssa. They both knew it wouldn't last long and so, they both agreed they had to let go before things go sour. He knew Lys wouldn't looked at him differently even with his new burden but he couldn't help but feel as if there was a distance between him and Alyssa. Not only her, but also to the others.

The man also hoped that just as their friendship survived, all of them with the survivors they had with them would live throughout this apocalypse too.

The silence was making him paranoid. Why are there no infected on the sewers?

When they turned left, they found a ladder going up. Some were relieved, some were not.

"I'll check if it's safe above," Raymond lead followed by his fellow police officer. Once his clear was given a minute later. Yoko went first followed by Jim. David climbed after them followed by the others. Alyssa followed who he tailed by. Just as Alyssa had gotten out, Chris was about to exit when he lost his hold as the ground above them shook strongly. He recovered fast enough to hold on again before he could fall and felt the metal beneath his grip crumpled a little. His companions screaming and the blast left him resisting to covering his ears.

"What in the hell?" Mark exclaimed.

Whatever happened above happened in an instant. "Everyone okay?" he called to the others beneath him just as he was trying to get his bearings straight. The shaking left him quite dizzy.

"No one's injured."

"Redfield, what was that!?" Mark replied from below.

Chris pushed the lid only to meet great resistance. Putting more strength into his arm, but the result was the same. One last time, and this time putting all the effort he could muster he palmed the the lid. To his dismay, it only marked with an upward dent but it didn't moved. From below him, he could hear the others looking at him curiously and their muttering reaching his ears. "Stuck," he climbed down. "Must've been an explosion," the others are one their own for now. He hoped that no one was injured from an explosion of that caliber. A blast of that powerful would send a lot of debris flying. The raven haired former STARS member was all the more worried Alyssa's sake because she was the last one out before something exploded above.

"Forwards it is then."


Edit: 10/19/18: Corrected grammar issues. It will not affect the story.

Edit: 10/21/18: Edited the flow of conversation, added some details, and changed some things. All changes were minor, not enough to affect the story.

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