A.N.: I wrote this just to get this off my mind and clear my head so I could think more about other stories I want to write. I don't have a beta reader for this and I don't really want one. This fanfic really isn't that important to me. It's just an outlet, so please excuse the run-on sentences and dodgy punctuation and grammar. If you were hoping for a lot of smut stop reading now because there is practically none. There is NO guy on guy or girl on girl. It's rated the way it is for language and violence mostly. This is a rather serious fanfic.

-This takes place immediately after Resident Evil: Extinction (3)-

Her name is Sera. She once told me that her full first name was Seraphim, as in the highest rank of angels, having six wings. I asked her why she never went by it, and she said she wasn't Christian, but I think there was more to it. Her last name isn't important. Whose is in a world where over 90 percent of the human species has been either wiped out or turned into zombies? Her title is Commodore. It kind of started as a joke, since she is the leader of our small land yatch fleet, but everyone calls her that now even though she always says we don't have to. She was also nominated, elected, resigned, and nominated and elected again, so that makes her a democratic commodore, right? I'm getting too in-depth here.

Our fleet, the Land Sharks, was heading south out of Washington State, where we had had one of the most terrible incidents of this unfortunate journey so far. It was just about equal to when Richard had been Commodore for his short reign that abruptly ended with him getting us surrounded by a city full of zombies. We lost five people to the zombies, they were eaten, three more, including Richard, were seriously injured by zombies but survived, and almost everyone else received minor injuries in one way or another. If it wasn't for Sera taking back control of everything I'm sure many more people would have died before we got away.

What's that? Yes, I did just say that three people survived zombie bites, and live perfectly normal lives. Well normal for the current situation. "How?" you ask. Well it's all thanks to the good Doctor Pholus who we rescued quite a while back. He was the last one left alive after repeated zombie attacks on his hospital turned research facility. He turned part of it into a research facility after the outbreak in Raccoon City in order to make a vaccine for the virus. So long as the virus doesn't mutate, and we check just about every zombie we kill for viral mutations, we are all immune to the virus.

Anyway, heading south out of Washington, we had just yesterday skirted Portland, Oregon, trying not to draw any zombie attention. The land yatchs we use are completely home built following only a loose design. They are a bit like a cross between a catamaran, an outrigger, and a large, traditional, covered, land yatch. The larger ones could carry about ten people and supplies, while the smaller ones could carry about half that depending on how you packed them. The first one was made by Sera with help from her family, mostly her dad, before the first outbreak just out of self interest, but also as a way to thwart the rising gas prices since land yatchs use wind to move like a sailboat. She built it using her experience from building airplane parts, and also used the same material so it was light, fast, and strong. The second one that she built after the outbreak in Raccoon City, was slightly larger, and she also added to both yatchs solar panels and lithium car batteries so that even if there wasn't any wind, if the batteries were charged the yatch could still move, if only for a short time. Our fleet included seven land yatchs, four smaller ones, three larger ones, and it still included Sera's two original ones. We called our fleet the Land Sharks because of the way the single sail on each yatch looked like a shark fin sticking up above the surface of the earth. Of course we named each ship after a different species of shark. We had Tiger Shark, Reef Shark, Whale Shark, Maco Shark, Great White Shark, Leopard Shark, and Blue Shark. We shorten all their names by taking off the "shark" at the end of each.

The Leopard, which was the smaller of Sera's two original land yatchs, was in the lead. We were now heading east kind of following parts of the Oregon Trail, but we were following them backwards, from Oregon to Wyoming. Sera wanted to get away from the heavily populated coast and the harsh and difficult to navigate Rocky Mountains and go to the slightly less populated great plains of the interior. We were using interstate 84 as our guide. Sera wasn't sure what we'd do once we got to the flatter part of Wyoming but she said she would think about it on the way there and we shouldn't worry about it until we get there.

Land yatchs going with the wind can only travel as fast as the wind is going, but if there's a cross wind they can speed up to several times faster than the wind speed. And right now the wind was coming out of the northwest and we were sailing down the interstate at almost the speed limit. We tried to go around the towns while still staying on a decent road if possible. It was less ware and tear on the yatchs and it was faster. We got out of the Cascade Mountains around noon and were planning on spending the night west of Pendleton.

Somewhere, in the middle of an empty stretch of road, between towns a man appeared seemingly out of nowhere, but probably just out of the ditch, and we almost ran him over. Normally we'd stop with some distance between us and anyone else so we could determine if they were dangerous or not and set up some precautions like snipers and trained guard dogs. But since we came upon this man so suddenly we hadn't time to get any precautions in place, and he came running towards the lead ship, Leopard, and boarded her before anyone could stop him. Sera was already ready to greet him when he climbed on board, but something didn't seem right about him. The guy looked the same way I probably had when Sera had first found me, desperate and gone half wild from living alone and in fear. Sera started to say something but was silenced when the guy pulled a gun out from inside his jacket and pointed it at her.

"All right, every-!!" He was cut short when Sera disarmed him and pistol-whipped him with his own gun. The guy didn't even have time to be surprised before his face hit the deck.

Sera sighed and casually released the gun clip, racked the slide and then took it off, making the gun completely useless. Did I mention Sera is a second degree black belt? She was totally unfazed by the life-threatening situation and was talking to some other members of our group as if she were talking about the weather. "Guess we better get him to the Whale so the Doctor can take a look at the damage I did." She nudged him with her foot.

I rushed over. I was on the ship right behind the Leopard, the Maco. "We're going to bring him with us after he tried to kill you?!?" I said incredulously.

She gave me a harsh glare. "You were the same, almost, remember?"

"Yeah, but he - I - I didn't have a gun!" I stammered indignantly.

"I said 'almost.' Anyway, can you help carry him?"

I threw up my hands in defeat. "Yeah, I guess."

We searched him for weapons before we moved him to the Whale, which was Doctor Pholus ship. The Whale was kind of like an ambulance, a small hospital on wheels. It was also the largest ship at 12 feet wide and over twice as long. Being so large also made it slow so it was usually the last ship in the line of yatchs.

I helped Seth, Sera's protege and second in command, carry the still unnamed guy to the Whale, and lay him down so the Doctor could examine him.

Seth has a sad story behind his origins after the outbreak in San Francisco. He and a bunch of other kids who had somehow managed to escape infection all banded together and holed-up on Alcatraz and used a boat to get to the main land and scavenge off it. They were just a bunch of kids though and quickly started dying from starvation and infection. We brought all of them that would come with us but most of them decided to stay where they were because for some of them it was all they ever knew. Seth was one of the older kids and a kind of leader for a small clique, all of who joined us, along with another clique led by an older girl. That's when our band, out little tribe, our crew numbers were at their highest at thirty individuals, but after several bad zombie attacks and some just plain bad luck we were now down to twenty.

Doctor Pholus looked the guy over. "You hit him pretty hard, Sera."

"And you say it like it's a bad thing." She shot back.

"I'm just saying, you didn't have to pistol-whip him, you could have just hit him with your hand." The Doctor had a point.

"Yeah, but why hurt myself by using my hand, when I can use a perfectly good inanimate object?" Sera had a better point.

The doctor sighed. "Head injuries are not something to make fun of."

"I know, I know. Next time my life's in danger I won't use a blunt object to the head." The doctor seemed sated. "I'll use a blade."

"Well, at least it will be a clean cut." He gave up arguing and started examining no-name guy.

Sera turned to me. "Jeff, you're in charge of this guy for now. Make sure he doesn't try to hurt anyone or steal anything. Ok?" She didn't like ordering people around, but it was definitely good to follow her suggestions. Sera turned to Dr. Pholus. "Can we keep moving?" Sera wanted to get closer to some place with some supplies even though we had enough to last us for a good while.

"You realize you gave him a third degree concussion, right?" Sera nodded. "And you know what could happen if his head gets jolted just right?"

"He could die. All right, Seth, tell everyone we're setting up camp here." Seth left immediately, followed by Sera who was grumbling to herself.