Hello peeps. My username is kinda gay so you can just call me Kitto.

Well, this is my first fanfiction to this site and Im kinda nervous.

Disclaimer: I do not own Resident Evil or its character; Leon. The other characters are mine though.

enjoy.

It was dark.

It was always dark.

The creatures surround me, groaning softly as the night. I clutch my right forearm from where I was previously bitten, I took it to save a child; my ammo had untimely ran out otherwise I would have capatated its arse.

This last week has been taking its toll on my mental and physical being, why would you wonder through a dark, ghastly city? There have been many survivors or what I call them 'passers', they just wonder through this city, my city knowing full well that these creatures roam with no set destination besides their teeth in your flesh.

I struggle as I build up the barricade that's keeping the creatures within my city, I feel the wind pick up, blowing items and such across the grey road, its quiet chilly, goose-bumps appear on my uninjured arm and legs.

The night and struggle flies by and soon I am doubled over a bucket of water, "Why must they keep biting?" I ask myself with a grunt, knowing it's a ridiculous question. I dab my wounds with a wet cloth and hiss slightly, it stings. I can feel the virus in my blood, slowly dying against my antibodies.

I sit back against the cold wall of my hideout and stare up at the various screens on the opposite wall; my cameras seem to be working well. I sigh in relief; everything around the city is quiet except for some random undead tripping over another undead, I give a little chuckle.

In some ways these creatures are like children, really scary children. I find them to be kind of cute as the walk around aimlessly, like a child who doesn't know what to do. They don't seem to understand as like a child. If you get to close they bite just like a child would.

But a child has the ability to learn, I just hope my city creatures haven't.

I feel my eyes becoming heavy and the warmth of the sun rising. That's the only way I know day from night. For as long as I remember there has always been a huge dark cloud hovering over the city, well at least since it went under.

I close my eyes, leaving any possible passers to fend for them selves, I'm just so tired, "They'll understand…"

- - - -

"Ngh," I yawn and stretch, I can feel that it is night again, checking the screens as I push myself to my feet I notice that one of my cameras have fallen to the ground and was recording someone's foot.

"Huh?" I lean closer to the screen, "None of my creatures wear boots…" mostly because some have no feet and there were no undead soldiers that died in my city and there was absolutely no way a creature could get in or out of this city, I made sure of that.

Suddenly my camera is picked up; my heart starts to beat faster as a couple of faces, about 3, are shown on the screen, human faces that are well alive. "This camera is recording, probably watching us right now." Could they be talking about me? No way, no body should now I am here.

I frown stupidly, "Could it be?"

Most of the passers had cameras with them, I didn't think they'd have film. And how could they possible get any pictures of me while screaming and running from the zombies?

"Sneaking bastards…" I sigh and grab some ammo and my gun off the makeshift table. I was angry and curious about these soldiers, surely they wasn't here for me.

The last thing I wanted was to be found out, with experience and knowledge from my past, I wanted to do what ever I could to stay out of the hands of soldiers and their scientists.

I find the soldiers with ease, I know this city like the back of my hands, well I know the city better then the back of my hands.

It was dark, as always.

The soldiers have made a quaint little fire and were sitting around exchanging small talk; it would seem they haven't worked together much or at all.

One soldier stands out to me, he has dark blonde bouncy hair, his fringe parted so that only his left side of his face is showing and he wasn't wearing any gear that the others were wearing and he was kind of sitting off from the group around the fire.

"So," one of the soldiers started off, it was a male and he was leaning back against a loped sided wall, his hair was black and looked gelled, I had no idea there was still any gel left in this country… "When do you think we'll find the girl?"

I nearly choke on my flam that had been sitting in my mouth, but managed to stay quiet enough that they didn't hear me, I hope.

Next I hear a famale voice, "That is if she is even alive." She sounds bossy; I decided I didn't like her.

"Our job is to find her, dead or alive and take her back with us," I hear a voice and stuck it to the blonde male, it suited him. "What do we do if she doesn't want to come back with us?" I hear the woman speak again; her voice sounded exactly the same as before, very monotone.

"We'll use force." The blonde man replies bluntly.

I peek out the window I was hiding under, just as another soldier started to speak, he was still wearing his helmet and he seemed a little on edge, "God, I can't imagine living in this dump, saving and helping survivors through this city and living alone for 2 years. I'd be suicidal…"

'Thanks…' I think to myself, I didn't think much about my situation but now it all seems depressing with the sad mans words.

2 years had already past? Didn't think I was here that long…

"She could be like a guardian angel, you know," A soldier who seems way to relaxed in a city full of zombies said thoughtfully, "Yeah, a zombie arse kicking guardian angel, covered in blood and such. I'd say that she is the best fucking guardian angel out there." The black haired man added in.

Me a guardian angel? It's a nice thought.

Their little chit chats seemed to go on forever. They got to know each other; the blonde man is Leon, the black haired man is Jonas, the edgy fellow is Karn, the laid back dude is Tom and the bossy woman is Cloe.

And me?

I am experiment number 678, The Dawn Project.