A/N: First Published story! I've been writing fanfiction for a while, but now I feel brave enough to actually post stuff on . Go Me!

Reviews will be lovely; I want to get better at making my stories more dynamic and interesting. Constructive criticism is accepted as well. If I get enough people interested, I will post more chapters. For now, enjoy!

Copyright Disclaim: I do not own Resident Evil or any of it's characters. This fanfic is for the amusement of myself and other enthusiasts. I receive no money whatsoever.

The sun had barely peeked over the horizon when an alarm clock broke the early silence, only to be smacked a few seconds later by its owner. The excited teenage girl sprang upright in her bed, mind instantly awakened by one thought. "KumoriCon." The teenager kicked the rest of her blankets off and slid out of bed, crossing the floor and walking toward the air mattress where her friends slept.

"Ada, Jill," she said, using the names of the characters they had chosen to cosplay that year, "We gotta wake up. Today's the first day of you-know-what…."

'Ada' sat up in her place on the air mattress, stretched, yawned, and then turned to 'Jill' who had not yet moved, curled up in her sleeping bag. "I'm up. C'mon Jill, wakey wakey," 'Ada' coaxed, nudging 'Jill', "Claire says it's time to get up." 'Jill' grunted from the confines of her comfortable sleeping bag. "C'mon, Jill! It's K-con!" 'Jill' squirmed some more in her sleeping bag before managing to sit upright, dark brown hair covering her face. She found her glasses with her right hand and slid them onto her face in a fluid movement. "Yay! Jill's alive!" 'Ada' cheered as 'Jill' glared from under her curtain of hair. 'Jill' was not a morning person.

'Claire' turned from the spot where she had set her costume the night before. "Okay," she said, holding the components of her costume in her arms, "You guys can wake up slow and gather your stuff together. I'll change into costume and get some breakfast ready."

'Ada' nodded. "Gotcha." she agreed before 'Claire' walked out of the bedroom. 'Ada maneuvered around the air mattress to get to her bag, which contained the elements of her costume. She barely noticed 'Jill' stand up, taking the blanket with her as she left the room and proceeded down the flight of stairs to 'Claire's' living room; she had left her gear down there the night before. Once Ada had her clothes gathered, she moved to wait outside the bathroom door when it slid open, revealing 'Claire' halfway dressed in her costume, minus her costume accessories with her hair unstyled.

"I'm going to grab something to eat and finish dressing up later. Want something?" 'Claire' asked 'Ada' as she passed by her friend.

"I could go for juice and a waffle." 'Ada' replied, leaning against the wall.

'Claire' mentally wrote down 'Ada's' offer. "Okay. Hey Jill! Breakfast! What do you want?" 'Claire' bellowed down the stairs.

"Toast and a glass of milk!" 'Jill' shouted from the living room.

"Got it!" 'Claire verified before walking briskly toward the kitchen, leaving 'Ada' to take over the bathroom to change into her dress.

This year, each girl decided for this year's convention that they would go as their respective heroine from the Resident Evil games. 'Jill' was strapping on her costume's combat gear downstairs as BSAA Jill Valentine from RE5. 'Ada' was straightening her dress out, making sure she looked as intense as her Resident Evil 4 counterpart. 'Claire' was halfway dressed in her costume, saving the best details of her Code: Veronica costume for last.

'Ada's' primping was interrupted by a knock on the bathroom door. "Can I come in?" 'Claire' asked from outside. 'Ada' replied affirmative and 'Claire' squeezed her way through the sliding door, slipping on the cropped red vest that took 'Claire' the better part of two weeks to sew, despite being advertised as 'Easy'. Nevertheless, 'Claire' felt a distinct sense of pride as the valkyrie motif she had painted on the vest covered her back with the words "Let Me Live" emblazoned over her shoulders. "Scoot over, Ada. I need to fix my ponytail." 'Claire' said as 'Ada' moved to one side. 'Claire' finished her hair and slipped on her fingerless gloves, completing her costume, just as 'Ada' was done fussing with her wig. The two girls looked at each other and nodded, clearing out of the bathroom as 'Jill' reached the top of the staircase, looking ready for combat.

The three girls didn't speak as they ate their breakfasts. When finished, 'Ada' helped clear the dishes as 'Claire's' mother walked in to announce that everything was set to get the girls to Kumoricon. The three energetic cosplayers wasted no time in making sure they gathered all the things they would need at the convention. ID badges, check; spending cash: check; snacks and water: check. Everything was set. The three girls piled into 'Claire's' mother's Mini Cooper, which would drop them off at the convention site and pick them up again hours later.

Traffic was thankfully light that morning, and it took only 30 minutes to get to the hotel Kumori-con was being held at. Once the carpool entered the highway, 'Claire's' mother turned on the radio. Thankfully, the radio gods were being amazingly nice and playing a selection of catchy dance songs. 'Jill', 'Claire', and 'Ada' proceeded to dance in their seats, all pumped up and excited for the 'con.

The Mini Cooper pulled up to the main doors of the hotel, dropping the girls off as 'Claire's' mother bid them adieu before driving off. The three girls received their badges and schedules, checked their props, and rushed back to the main hall of the hotel. 'Claire pulled out an assortment of highlighters as soon as they were in the main convention space.

"Okay, what events do we want to do this year?" 'Claire' asked, going into efficiency mode and uncapping a bright pink highlighter and started circling events, "We are definitely doing cosplay chess this year. We're going to have to do our shopping tomorrow; Today has some interesting events."

"Don't over schedule us, Claire," 'Ada' added, "We'll run out of energy before the giant rave party. We should have some time to wander around and get pictures as well." 'Jill' nodded in agreement.

'Claire' put her highlighter back into her bag of supplies. "Alright, if we decide to split up, make sure you have your phone where you can feel it; if not, check for messages frequently. So what do we want to do?"

"Let's see what we can find upstairs. There's a craft room up there." 'Jill' suggested.

'Ada' nodded in approval. "Okay, there's a writing panel I'm interested in that's in that same area that starts soon." 'Claire' agreed, "I'll hang out with you for a while."

The three girls made their way up the staircase of the hotel. 'Claire' and 'Ada' looked around at the clusters of cosplayers around the floor as they waited for 'Jill' to catch up to them. 'Ada' spotted one person who was wearing a convincing costume of a zombie. "Hey, Claire! Look at that guy! He's got an amazing costume." 'Ada' said, pointing him out in the crowd. 'Claire' found him near a group of cosplayers from a cartoon she was familiar with.

"Wow. He's pretty convincing for a cosplayer." 'Claire' stated as 'Jill' caught up with her and 'Ada', coming up the last set of stairs.

"I know!" 'Ada' cheered, "I'm going to ask for a picture." 'Ada' pulled her camera out of her tiny purse and started toward the zombie.

"What's going on?" 'Jill' asked as she crossed the last stair.

"Ada found a zombie cosplayer." 'Claire' said, "Seems kinda sketchy, though. I'm kinda unsure about him."

"A bit too realistic for a convention," 'Jill' noted, "But then again, people have done really convincing costumes before."

'Ada's' dress swished as she strode towards the zombie, single-mindedly focused on getting his picture. She was about to ask him for a photo when a random Lolita girl walked up and hugged the zombie violently.

"ATTACK HUG!" the cosplayer shouted before detaching herself, "What series are you-!" The cosplayer never finished her sentence as the zombie lurched around and grabbed the girl, sinking its teeth into the Lolita's flesh. The cosplayer shrieked in terror as her blood began to drip to the ground. 'Jill' and 'Claire' turned sharply at the sound of the scream.

"Holy shiitake…" 'Claire swore as her eyes widened, processing what was going on.

"Oh, no…" 'Jill' said, her expression mirroring 'Claire's', the only difference being 'Jill's' hands covering her mouth.

'Ada's' jaw dropped as she stood no more then four feet away from the zombie. The Lolita girl screamed in pain, alerting all the other convention attendees to the zombie. 'Ada' remained still as an interested look came upon her face and people started to run from the zombie. "This…this is awesome!" she thought, raising her camera to take a picture of the feasting zombie.

"ADA! GET BACK OVER HERE!" 'Ada' heard 'Claire' shouting, "HE'LL GET YOU IF YOU JUST STAND THERE!" Changing her mind about the picture she wanted, 'Ada' dashed back to the place 'Jill' and 'Claire' waited for her.

"C'mon! We're outta here!" 'Ada' said, grabbing her friends by their wrists and pulling them towards the stairs they had just come up, following the panicked tide of cosplayers. 'Ada' tried to guide her friends to the main doors but 'Claire' pulled in a different direction.

"No way! We'll be crammed like sardines in that crowd! We'll be eaten if we try those doors." 'Claire' reasoned, shouting to be heard above the din, "This way! Come on!" The three girls diverted down another path. The route led them to the second lobby of the hotel. The room was filled with even more cosplayers crowding around the revolving doors of the hotel.

"This area is packed as well." 'Jill' said, gasping for breath, "Why aren't they going outside?"

"The door mechanisms must be locked down. No one can get out or in!" 'Ada' said, peeking over the ocean of hotel staff and cosplayers in order to see what was happening at the doors. One of the convention attendees near the edge of the group dropped to the ground, bleeding badly. 'Claire' noticed another cosplayer collapse in the crowd.

"We need to get away from here, guys." she said, trying to stay calm for the sake of her friends, "This area is about to be swarming with undead. We have to go NOW." 'Claire' grabbed 'Jill' and 'Ada' by their arms and pulled them away from the crowd and back to the center of the hotel, just as the first zombies were staggering to their feet. The girls retreated to a less occupied part of the second floor, marking the stairs as an escape route if needed.

"Now what?" 'Jill' worried. She was trying to remain calm, listening to the screams of cosplayers as they were chomped on by a rapidly growing zombie horde.

"Hiding in one of these rooms would be safer, but who knows if and when we can get help; not to mention we'd be trapping ourselves in a corner. We'll stay out here where it's easier to escape. Those creeps would get in eventually." 'Claire' analyzed the situation, referring to the zombies, "Do any of you have cell service?" Each girl checked their phones. None of them had service bars. "Of course we don't," 'Ada' commented, dripping with sarcasm.

A set of gunshots echoed down the hall, making 'Ada' and 'Claire' flinch in the direction of the blasts. "That doesn't sound like a rent-a-cop's handgun." 'Jill' said, creeping out to the stairs to investigate.

"Real guns aren't allowed in convention space." 'Claire' repeated from the convention's list of rules. "Jill! Hold on." 'Claire' whispered loudly, motioning 'Ada' to stay close to her as they followed 'Jill' to the top of the stairs. The gunshots continued as the girls paused at the top of the staircase.

"Hey! What if it's dangerous?" 'Claire' whispered.

"Think we should see what going on down there?" 'Jill' asked, eyes wide in anticipation.

"Yeah," 'Ada' whispered to 'Jill', "Who wants to test the waters?"

"I'll go," 'Claire' said, "I'll head down to the landing and peek around. If it's dangerous, I can run back up quickly."

"Why not us?" 'Ada' complained.

"You're wearing a long dress, Ada. And Jill might get a bit too… distracted from the zombie horde." 'Claire' explained.

'Claire' tiptoed down the stairs, stopping on the landing. She peeked down the last flight of stairs, looking for the source of the gunshots, which had grown progressively louder while she was walking down the stairs. Among the zombies was a tall, hulky, definitely male figure. 'Claire' recognized the green fatigues, the knife in its holster, and the giant forearms holding a smoking handgun. "Holy cow…" 'Claire' said under her breath. It was none other than Chris Redfield.

"Claire? What's going on? Is it safe?" 'Jill shouted to be heard over the gunshots, watching 'Claire' intently.'

'Claire' struggled for words. "I think we'll be okay. There's a very realistic Chris Redfield here. I'm dead serious, pardon the pun." she said, stunned. 'Jill' began to walk quickly down the stairs to the landing, 'Ada' in tow. "Stop! There are still zombies down there!" 'Claire' hissed, throwing her arm out to block 'Jill's' path.

"Umm, 'Claire'. I think they heard you." 'Ada' stated, looking at the top of the stairs. 'Claire' and 'Jill' glanced up to the second floor to see a small group of zombies gathering. 'Claire' glanced back down at Chris and the clusters of zombies below them.

"We're sandwiched," 'Claire' said to her comrades, "New idea: We have to make a mad dash through those zombies down there. I can see a clear path through the center and by the wall. We should be able to get to Chris; he'll help us. Agreed?" The other girls nodded. 'Claire' bit her lip, mentally preparing herself to dash headlong into the lobby. "Okay, right. Ready, Go!" she said.

'Claire' took the stairs two at a time, running towards the area Chris was standing. "We need help! We're survivors!" she shouted, distracting some of the zombies away from 'Jill' and 'Ada' as she got closer to Chris.

Chris looked in ''Claire's' direction as she came closer. "Claire! Get behind me!" he ordered. 'Claire' slipped behind Chris as he backed up close to a wall. "What are you doing here? Are you armed?"

'Claire' shook her head, then realizing that he was unable to look away from the horde of undead, shouted in reply, "I don't know, and I don't have a gun either!"

"Shit." Chris swore as he fired another round into a zombie's skull. The zombie dropped to the ground at the Redfield's feet as he loaded another clip into his gun. "There are survivors with you?"

"Whoa, this Chris Redfield is the real deal." 'Claire' thought, staring into Chris's sculpted back muscles. "He looked too skilled to be another surviving cosplayer."

"CLAIRE! Are there other survivors?" Chris repeated, scaring 'Claire' a little.

"Yes!" 'Claire replied nervously, watching 'Ada' and 'Jill' try to sneak past the zombies. "They're coming by the wall!"

"I see them." Chris said, pulling out his knife and slicing a zombie before slamming his fist into the zombie's jaw, knocking the glorified corpse to the carpet. 'Claire' awkwardly winced, imagining the sheer force behind the hit. "Come on!" Chris shouted, getting 'Claire's' attention again.

Chris moved to stand in front of a set of double doors that 'Claire' knew led into the hotel ballroom. "Open the doors!" Chris commanded. 'Claire' opened one of the doors, and checked the room for zombies.

"It's clear!" 'Claire' told Chris as he continued firing into the crowd of zombies, taking them down one by one.

"Alright. Get your friends!" Chris ordered as he slammed another clip into his gun.

'Claire' stayed close as close to Chris as she could without going deaf from the gunshots. She cupped her hands by her mouth and shouted, "GUYS! OVER HERE! WE'LL COVER YOU!" 'Ada' nodded in response from the far wall before grasping 'Jill's' hand and dashing past the remaining undead as Chris shot each one down. The two girls rushed past 'Claire' and into the ballroom, 'Claire' declaring "SAFE" as they made it inside. 'Claire' then held the door open for Chris as he sidestepped into the ballroom before she closed the door. 'Ada' and Chris helped 'Claire' barricade the each door into the ballroom with chairs until the room was deemed secure. There was enough light in the ballroom to see each other by, but not into the shadowy corners. It was good enough for now.

"Oh, thank Everything-that-is-Holy for adrenaline." Ada said as she finally took a breather, collapsing next to 'Jill' on one of the chairs that had been spared from the barricade.

'Claire' stood at Chris's side as he checked his gun over for damage. "Thanks." she said.

"Not a problem." Chris said, holstering his handgun to look down at his 'sister', "Wait a second. You're not Claire." 'Claire' gulped. Chris's face hardened into an angry scowl. "Why are you dressed like my sister? Answer."

"Well…" 'Claire' started, feeling scared under Chris's harsh glare.

"Oh…fudge." 'Jill' commented from her seat, "This could get bad."

"Jill, You read my mind." 'Ada' added.