This story is written for the Another Order 2009 fanfiction competition, the Darkside category. Another Order is a Leon/Ada forum located here on , headed up by several very skilled writers.

As for a story summary, this is my own, new version of the ending of Resident Evil 2—as far as it concerns Ada, at least. It spans from shortly before Ada's fake death to shortly before she appears in Umbrella Chronicles. Leon/Ada paring, of course. It's non-canonical, just in case you were wondering. While I did buy and read a copy of S.D. Perry's book version of Resident Evil 2, I never bought or watched the game. As a direct result, this will be rather similar to parts of the novel The City of the Dead.

Rated T/PG-13 for violence. For story-telling's sake the story is in three parts. The first part is third person, the second part from Leon's point of view, and the third from Ada's.

Enjoy!

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October 1998 …

"Come'on, on your feet." Ada said gently, pulling him to a standing position. He groaned slightly, making Ada feel a twinge of guilt. She was also unhappy to notice that the white bandages on his shoulder were being speckled by growing patches of red, as the cloth absorbed more blood seeping from the gunshot wound. A gunshot wound made by a bullet meant for her. "We need to get moving." Ada said, wondering whether he would be able to keep going long enough. The man regained his feet, then leaned over on the dingy lockers for support, breathing heavily. "Are you good to go?"

"I'm fine." Leon insisted, his voice coming out a little weaker than he had anticipated. He looked around the filthy little square room again, wondering how long they had been there. It felt like hours. He wondered if help had shown up back on the surface yet. Man, that'd be sickly ironic if we get out of here and find out that the army rolled into the city twenty minutes after we entered the sewers. "You said you found a way out?"

"The map shows a service elevator near us." Ada said, nodding off in one direction. "And several levels below is a small subway. We should be able to find a train car or walk out." She didn't add that Annette Birkin, the woman who had shot him, would probably also be heading there as well, seeking to escape and probably sell the g-virus to the government. Annette would open fire, forcing Ada to defend herself and the wounded police officer. Leon would probably he horrified to see the scientist die, but he'd be reasonable and agree that it was a justifiable homicide. Swiping the g-virus sample off her corpse without him noticing would be easy enough. Thanks to the 12 gauge pump shotgun she had found earlier, which was now slung across her back, winning the firefight itself wouldn't be to difficult. Keep it simple, keep it clean. She raised her Beretta 9mm and opened the door slightly, checking for anything in the hallway before glancing over at Leon. "It looks clear."

"Good." He said, his voice thick with exhaustion. He took a step forward, his gait unsteady.

"I'll go first." She said gently. He nodded silently, and she set off, cautiously keeping the pistol up and ready. For a half a minute the only sound was the quiet tap of their shoes.

"What happened?" Leon asked, suddenly breaking the silence. He had spoken in a near-whisper, but it sounded painfully loud in the dead silence.

"What happened when?" Ada asked, knowing full well what he was asking.

"How did Raccoon get like this?" He asked, more directly. "What happened?"

"It was on the news at first, two days ago." Ada said quietly, pausing at a corner, carefully looking around to check the next hallway. "Several murders, in broad daylight. A few more quickly followed. Then a town lockdown was declared, and the entire police force hit the streets, looking for the killers. I'm guessing a few of those things came back to life at the hospital, took people by surprise."

"Why didn't they evacuate?" Leon asked, surprised. Ada continued walking, her pace a little slower so she could talk.

"They tried. But when fifty thousand people try to all leave at once, no one gets out." She said, a hint of sadness in her voice. "The number of infected skyrocketed, turned into an army in a few hours. Most of the surviving police and civilians tried to make a stand at the police station, with Irons acting like some cheap dictator. It might have worked, but some idiot left a gate open in the lower levels, and the infected attacked en masse. Almost everyone was killed."

"How you survive?" He asked, horror rising. They watched, as their neighbors, friends, relatives gathered outside to eat them. Dear God…

"I went lone wolf and hid out while everyone else decided to try fighting in the little Armageddon." She looked at him again. "Then I ran into you in the garage. You know the rest." She was silent for a few moments, speaking again when he didn't comment.

"What about you? How'd you end up here?" She asked.

"It was going to be my first day on the force." He said. "But I got here late. Now it looks like I'm the only cop left." Ada suddenly stopped walking, and Leon noticed the wide doors in front of them.

"The elevator?" He asked, feeling encouraged that they might one day get out. Ada nodded, then tapped a button. Man… five hours ago I was worried about showing up late, that someone would notice that I was wearing two odd socks, Leon mused. Now I'm worried about being eaten alive. Priorities sure can change quickly. The bay doors slid open, revealing a large service elevator—basically a moving platform for transporting workers or supplies. They boarded, and Ada tapped another button, sending them descending several floors down. Leon glanced over at Ada. She didn't seem afraid, instead acting almost impatiently eager, like a soldier wanting to complete a long assignment and return to base. It was kinda weird when he—

WHAM! Something collided with the platform, sending them both too the floor. Leon turned around, shocked, unbelieving as a gigantic man rose from a crouching position several feet away. Leon froze in shock. The newcomer looked around eight feet tall, probably weighing four hundred pounds, wearing a green army coat, his head bald and shockingly white.

BLAMBLAM! Ada's Beretta cracked twice, smacking two bullets into the thing's skull. It turned and looked at her, not displaying any pain at being shot.

"Shoot it!" Ada cried. Leon raised his own pistol, a H&K VP70. Their handguns fired in tandem as the still-functioning elevator slowed to a halt. BLAMBLAMBLAMBLAMBLAM! The barrage of 9mm rounds made it stumble back, but only for a few moments. An enormous fist reached out and rushed at Leon, making the police officer jump back. The door behind them finally opened. Ada fired two more bullets, aiming for the thing's eyes, and the two backed out of the elevator, turned, and ran. The monster strode after them purposefully.

Ada tried to remember where they were. Down the ladder, a few hallways, then the train! Where's the ladder?! Leon followed behind her, wondering if she had a plan.

"What is that thing?" Leon asked, gasping for breath as they ran. Ada half-wondered if she should tell him the truth. She knew what it was; a tyrant retriever, sent by Umbrella. What she didn't know was why the thing was after them.

"No idea, but we don't want to get near it!" She said. The little tunnels opened up somewhat, extending their line of sight. Oddly, it reminded her of an office building where she had worked for a few months. Leon slowed down, stopping next to the metal-piping design railing, panting as he looked over. Fifteen feet or so below was another level, but he couldn't see how to get there. Ada looked around, formulating a plan. They had to get down there and to the train.

"There has to be a ladder, or stairs nearby." Ada said, taking the lead. "We can outrun this thing if we keep going!"

"Maybe we could jump." Leon suggested. Ada shook her head.

"It's too far for jumping down to metal. If you land wrong, you could break a leg or twist an ankle!" She said, gesturing for him to follow.

"Wait, I think this'll work!" He took off his belt and looped it around the lower portion of the railing, then climbed over, using the belt as a grip to lower himself over the side, cutting six feet off the falling distance, making it safe enough. He let go and landed all right. Ada glanced around, then followed suit, shoving the pistol into her waist bag before climbing down.

"Which way now?" Leon asked, surveying the area. The area had three different paths leading away, but only one would lead to the train platform. Ada quickly ran from one to another, Leon waiting near the base of the wall, uncertain and waiting for her decision.

"This way!" Ada said, fairly sure.

WHAM!The tyrant retriever leaped down from overhead, smashing into the floor between Ada and Leon, it's eyes locked on the former. Ada didn't waste anytime with shouts or protests, raising her pistol to eye level, aiming for the Tyrant's chest, where its heart should have been.

Shots erupted before she could pull the trigger, bullets ripping into the thing's monster turned, its attention drawn by Leon.

"Ada, run!" Leon shouted, backing away the tyrant, still shooting. "Get to the train!" She glanced at the tunnel, then back at the man who was about to throw his life away for her. Why can't you let me go? Why can't you just let me fend for myself?! She slung the shotgun off her back and aimed.

BOOM! The buckshot smashed into the back of the Tyrant's skull, making in stagger forward. It turned around, its attention back at her, ignoring Leon's continued shots. She fired again, the shotgun sounding like a cannon as the noise reverberated off the walls. The monster literally fell to its knees. Ada stepped forward and discharged a final shot at point blank range. It collapsed, twitching. The three shotgun shells had been roughly equivalent to a twenty-seven round burst from an submachine gun, with every round hitting. Leon quickly circled around the downed monster, coming over to her.

"Thank you." He said gratefully. To both their surprise, she embraced him for a moment, the wave of relief making her limbs feel weak. Leon took a few steps toward the hallway she had picked, eager to get out of there. Ada paused, staring at the monster they had just killed.

Several chunks of the skull were now missing, revealing broken wires and what looked like a circuit board—not what she was expecting to see.

"Come'on, let's get out of here before that thing comes back to life!" Leon called, now ten or twelve feet away.

"It's dead, calm down." She laughed. Morbid curiosity tugged, and she reached down and yanked the top of the Tyrant's coat open. The freakish chest had a row of green LED's flickering in unison, flashing repeatedly. She stared for several seconds, wondering if it was indeed dead, only partially registering that the flashes LED were slowing down every second.

"Yeah, tell that to the zombies roaming around the city!" Leon protested. "Let's get to the train!"

The creature looked like a bizarre mix of hardware and mutated flesh, the LED's especially giving the image of a computer. The green lights flashed three more times, then clicked red, grabbing Ada's attention. Her mind flashed back to a cartoon she had seen once, where the hero defeated the evil genius's robot and mere seconds later it--

"Run!!" Ada yelled, turning and lunging back towards Leon.

KA-BOOM!

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End first part. If you enjoyed, leave a review, please. And yes, Umbrella had thoughtfully rigged up some explosives in the Tyrant, so if it died, the explosives would destory the evidence so it wasn't recoverable and traceable.