A/N: I'm not trying to be evil or mean, I love Billy, but this idea just came to me when I was writing The Garden of Eden when I got to a specific part. I thought, "Hmm, if Billy died how would it have happened?" Then I thought of two possible ways for it to happen.
Disclaimer: I don't own RE, but this is my work.
He'd lost his gun after tripping and loosing it on the forest floor. The distant howls were driving him crazy. Billy Coen, was actually afraid. Afraid not because he knew he'd die, but because he didn't know when. He kept his eyes on where he was going: straight ahead.
Further on into the trees, further on into nothingness. Maybe staying with Rebecca and facing S.T.A.R.S. would have been better.
"Rebecca," he thought sadly. He could only wonder how she was. Since those damn dogs were in Raccoon City's forest, she was probably already dead. He could hear them, silently following him. Hunting him in small packs like hungry wolves.
Except wolves didn't kill people. Why'd he have to get the short end of the stick? First he was tried for a crime he didn't even commit, now he was still stuck in a nightmare of… zombies. If this was a few days ago he'd laugh at such a silly notion. Evil companies, zombies, killer leeches- it all sounded like a bored horror movie producer putting together all of his cheesiest work.
If only this were a movie. The guy like him was supposed to live. The sounds of padded feet on fallen tree limbs became restless. This was ridiculous: it was morning, but after the sun had risen, rain clouds and thick tree leaves eclipsed it. He was lost.
Hell, he'd been lost since Rebecca had left. A nice Court Marshall sounded good about now. It was better than being ripped to shreds by hungry, disease infested mutts who were trained to kill. That damn T-Virus only made them better killers.
Then he heard growls, this was it. He turned quickly to see one of the creatures running at him. Reaching out to get it, Billy kept his eyes on his attacker. He was on his back, holding the rotting corpse of a dog by what was left of his throat. He could feel it's drool flying onto his face as it barked at him.
He soon heard more dogs coming and he knew it was over. As the savage beings that were only shells of their former selves began biting into his flesh, he screamed out in pain. Forgetting about the dog on top of him, he began hitting at the others and thrashing about. Tears escaped his eyes as he felt one of them take a good chunk of flesh out of his left calf. He soon began to thank God for the brain's defense mechanism.
He was going into shock. He became weak and his vision began to fade. The sound of growling and flesh tearing faded and now he was completely blind and numb. He began to think of Rebecca, and prayed her fate was not death, especially this one. As one of the vicious killer ripped out his jugular vein, Billy felt peace, warmth, and no fear. Now, he only felt the sense that everything was fine, and as light reappeared, he knew it would be so.
A/N: Well, I know it's gruesome, but R&R. And I really do think Billy's great, but since there's been no sign of him I just began to wonder.