Sheva frowned as the suns rays covered her face restricting the female's vision, thankfully however no infected seemed to be near which in Africa was slowly becoming a rarer occurence. Ever since the C virus had hit China landmarks and countries had begun to disappear. China was lost instantly shortly followed by Japan, then most of the Chanel Islands, Spain was gone days after, Africa, Paris, half of Britain. Ever America home to the BSAA lost three-quarters of its land to the undead the fog decaying anything it touched. Nowhere was safe yet Sheva needed to reach Chris her old partner. It had been four years since the two had met, one since they had spoken then again the male had lost two teams in a space of six months. It was safe to say the Redfield solider had had a lot of trauma to deal with perhaps more than most.

"Josh we need to leave." she exclaimed clutching her handgun with her palm observing her location.

"Just a minute." he muttered his strong accent creeping through his speech "Okay let's go"

"We haven't got much time, the plane with attract the infected. We need to stop them from joining our ticket out of here."

"Copy that."

The male backed up from the wooden table fully equipped to protect himself. Josh never knew that his job could have gotten more difficult yet the C virus changed all that. It wasn't like the G virus or the T virus, even the plagas were nothing compared to the new strain. A simple item that could infect thousands in one blast. It was like a horror film yet for the two African agents it wasn't a simple media production that they could switch of if it got too scary or real. For them it was their everyday life. They couldn't run away from that not even if they tried. Taking a step toward the office window Sheva glanced upwards trying to catch the faint hum of an aircraft or to at least spot its shadow within the clouds. No such hope.

"Requesting pick up." she called into her comm device attached just below her waist.

"No can do all planes are grounded ever since Kennedy and Harper."

"What?" yelled Stone twisting his body to face his partner "We were told pick up at eleven."

"We don't know who gave you those commands but it wasn't us comm's have been down until an hour ago agent."

The tone in the speaker's voice was clear. He was annoyed but that wasn't what worried either solider it was the fact he also sounded scared. Yet before either could speak a static cry erupted from the device, they had lost contact. Grunting in annoyance Sheva unclipped the device allowing it to drop to the floor with a thud her fist connecting with what remained of the departments window unknowingly sticking a small piece of glass into her arm. Pulling her arm back in surprise she pulled out the item gritting her teeth in the process before throwing it through the very thing it had come from leaving a few droplets of blood to join with the remaining runway.

"Now what?"

"We stick with the plan."

"Josh there is no way to leave without outside support all transport has been stopped."

"Not all transport." he informed his female friend pointing out of the office building they resided in over looking the airport an airport that was mostly destroyed all apart from one small blue aircraft just big enough to encase two riders.

A scream sounded close by. It was no human scream. It was the scream of the infected and they were hungry. Following the sound guns raised the pair clocked a small group of around seven zombies just meters away from where they stood. One reached at the ground its decaying fingers trying to grasp a minute item though it took it four more tries to lift it. As soon as the object was within its hand however the frenzied mind took over its tongue roughly licking the reflective surface until it was within its mouth the figures teeth crunching the bloody glass. The dead individual seemed to be immune to the pain its mouth filling up with its own remaining blood, blood that the other infected began to taste ripping the first to shreds.

"Oh god. Josh. That's my blood."

"Be thankful it's not your life."

"No that's not it." she spoke quickly wanting nothing more than to run the other way "They have flesh memories. They can remember the blood they taste and can hunt it out. They have my blood."

"We need to go."

"But ..."

"Now!"

The pair turned both knowing that it was only a matter of moments before they smelt the fresh trickle of blood leaving the female's arm. Josh reached for his shotgun loading the weapon before nodding to his partner who kicked out at the back door to the building away from the feeding infected. They wouldn't be safe for long. Zombies seemed to attract their own kind within minutes their could be hundreds, they needed to be gone before then. As soon as the warm air blew across their features each agent broke into a run adrenaline pumping into their very core transported within their bloodstreams. Neither turned around their eyes focused upon the plane. A plane that was their only escape.

Years seemed to pass until Sheva felt the metallic brush of the vehicle against her fingerless gloves. Sighing she flipped herself into the back seat Josh taking the driving seat due to his years as a pilot capable of driving both helicopter and plane evident when he rescued herself and Chris from Wesker four years before. The tightness across her ribcage began to ease away as she took a deep breath unaware that she had held it. For once luck seemed to be on her side, she wasn't stuck with a couple of chainsaw wielding zombies or hanging from crumbling terrain. Though when she opened her eyes her chest tightened yet again watching a Reaper charge before them emitting it's gas.

"Hurry." she ordered firing at the creature to slow it down.

"We won't have enough fuel to make it all the way."

"Then we go as far as we can. The BSAA will have to help us when then find out what we know. Chris will want to know."

"Know what? That we found Piers or that Wesker isn't as dead as we thought he was?" he asked thrusting the plane forward smashing the wing into the Reaper as they began to lift into the air.

"Both." Sheva answered quietly her worn our face reflected back at her.