Disclaimer-WOO HOO new RE fic by yours truly! Well I only own Raven and my friend Zombiedog001 owns Cynthia. And the plot too. Since I only played a little bit of Outbreak.

So here it goes:

Raven

Raven couldn't believe this was happening to her. As she huddled in a small cot in abandoned hotel. Across from her was a mirror, standing up she slowly walked over to it, putting a hand on the cold glass as she examined herself. Ten years old with bright red hair that went down her shoulders, with brown eyes and pale skin. Wearing a baggy white shirt, blood spatters from when her parents were attacked by zombies and a pair of baggy jeans with a silver cross with a white gem in it.

She was lucky she had not been bitten in the attack. Her mother, her father even her twin little brothers…gone all gone, all except her and her older sister Amanda who was at collage somewhere outside of America. Slowly a tear slid down her cheek as the screams echoed through the open window beside her. Some people didn't know what was going on especially at J's bar, she secretly prayed that someone would get out of here safe, and still human.

Walking back to her small bed, she glanced briefly at the door, making sure it was locked. Those things can't climb stairs so don't be paranoid. She thought, but she couldn't help it, Raccoon City was being overrun by the undead. Sitting down on the cot, she wrapped her arms around knees, the paper thin sheet wrapped around her shivering shoulders. Brushing a strand of hair out of her eyes and lay down, trying to get some sleep…

Kevin smirked as he took another sip of his beer, watching that reporter Alyssa typing on her laptop. He watched her for a while before looking at the rest of the people in the bar. There was a African American man working on something, wearing a blue jacket, jeans, his hair dyed blonde and he wore a blue hat with a red stripe down the middle. Maybe a subway worker. Kevin thought.

He turned his gaze to two people at a table drinking beer. One was his friend Mark, a security guard, who he nodded to, and Mark nodded back. Mark was a big man, bald with facial hair and dark skin. Next to him was his friend Bob and to say the least Bob didn't look good. Next was a girl he never met before, she had shoulder length black hair, was Asian, wearing a green jacket with a black shirt underneath it. With jeans. She was sitting at a booth with her backpack next to her.

Hmm cute. He thought. Next was Doctor George Hamilton, a surgeon from the Raccoon City Hospital. George seemed to be in his own little world as he took a sip of his drink. Next was Cindy Lennox, the waitress at J's bar, a cute little blonde wit her hair held in a pony tail, wearing a grey and black uniform.

When-

SMASH!

Kevin looked down at the ground. The tray that she was hold full of beer mugs was on the ground. Shattered into thousands of little pieces, looking up at Cindy questioningly, she just smiled and said:

"Rats"

At that said rodent scurried back into the shadows. Kevin shook his head and went back to drinking his beer, if it wasn't for the fact that this place had good beer then he wouldn't be here. His eyes then found David King, a local plumber, the lone wolf type, with his black hair tied back and wearing a yellow jumpsuit. Kevin wasn't really fond of David for some reason, but as long as David didn't bother him he wouldn't bother David.

Suddenly someone walked through the door and Kevin gagged at the rotting fruit smell that wafted through the room as he turned to see the person. The person was filthy, greasy hair hiding the persons face. Their clothes ripped and messy. Then Will, the bartender walked up to the person and stood in front of them. When the person grabbed a hold of Will and bit into his shoulder.

Blood dribbling from the gapping wound as the person pulled away. It was then they saw its face. Blood stained and decaying, white cataract eyes and half of its skull showing. Kevin immediately dropped his beer. As the person…no zombie looked up, blood dribbling down its chin. And Kevin stood up, so did the others…

Cynthia looked left and right, the combat knife tucked in her boot, it used to be her fathers, her earrings banging against her neck, they were half moons, half stars, they were silver and they used to be her mothers. Her brown hair was held in a bun with two braids hanging down to her shoulders in front. She was wearing ripped jeans and a skin tight long sleeved black shirt. Her parents were dead and she was trying to get out of this town.

A feeling of relief washed over her as she saw the hotel. Well now maybe I'll be able to find something to eat and drink stock up on supplies and stuff. She thought. And made her way to the abandoned building…

Well here is the first chapter to my new fic, I hope you like it and to Zombiedog001 hope you like in the most Well R/r and I hope I did Cynthia good enough. If I didn't I still got that PM you sent me.