Disclaimer: I do not own Resident Evil and any related characters or items.

 Author's Note: I swore to myself that I wouldn't make another fic till I had finished at least half of my other fics. But after beating Resident Evil 0, I had a sudden idea for this. So here goes. It might contain some spoilers for RE 0 or RE 1.

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 8 a.m.

 Rebecca Chambers slowly lifted her heavy eyelids. The bright sun shone through the chopper's window, blinding her for a moment. She sat up on the hard floor and looked at her comrades Jill Valentine and Chris Redfield. Jill's head was resting on Chris' shoulder, sleeping.

 Rebecca sighed at the couple. Chris turned his head to her.

 "Good mornin' sleepy head!" he said cheerfully, though his voice was weary. "How are you feeling?"

 "Fine, considering that this is the first amount of sleep I've had in about 48 hours." Rebecca said. "How long have I been asleep?"

 "About an hour. We'll be reaching Raccoon City soon."

 Jill stirred and sat up, rubbing her red eyes.

 "Hey there." Chris said.

 "Hi." Jill mumbled. She sat up and looked around. "Where's Barry?"

 "In the cockpit with Brad." Chris muttered.

 Barry heard his name and climbed into the back.

 "Hey!" he said cheerfully. "Quite a nasty battle back there, huh?"

 "Yup, but Jill managed save us." Rebecca said.

 "Are you kidding?" Jill asked wearily. "I got slammed against the wall as soon as that thing popped out of the ground. Just be lucky I noticed the rocket launcher when I did."

 "We couldn't have held out much longer. Even with our combined forces." Chris mumbled.

 "Rebecca fought amazingly well. Especially for just a rookie." Barry said with pride.

 Everyone nodded their agreement.

 "Well, I'm just use to battling gigantic monsters I guess. Too much experience, to put it lightly." Rebecca said calmly, though her eyes told a different story.

 Chris gazed at her. "Tell us, Rebecca, what happened the day before the mansion? I know that your team crashed, what happened after that?"

 "Well, we searched the area for a bit, when we found an overturned truck, filled with gruesome corpses. Then-" Rebecca went on to tell the whole story, up to where she and Billy escaped the exploding waste facility. "Then........I saw the mansion and headed to it."

 "What about Billy?" Jill asked calmly.

 "Well...um..."

 "You let him go? Didn't you?" Chris asked.

 "How could I not!? He saved my life plenty of times, and vice versa." Rebecca said defensively.

 Chris laughed. "It's okay Rebecca. No one's gonna blame you. What will you tell chief?"

 "I declared him dead. He agreed." Rebecca stated.

 "Good." Chris said.

 "Wow Rebecca. Here I though an immortal mutant woman in chains and an eight-foot tyrant were bad. You defeated a tyrant and a leech queen." Jill said jokingly.

 "One thing is for sure. Umbrella must be put down. They are more evil then I had thought. And we have Rebecca to prove it." Chris said.

 "First thing we do when we get back is report to Chief. Umbrella runs Raccoon City! Maybe we can overthrow them. Maybe." Barry said thoughtfully.

 "Right." everyone agreed.

 "What about Wesker?" Rebecca said suddenly.

 "That traitor." Jill hissed.

 "The Tyrant had injured him. Just after he shot Rebecca." Chris said.

 "But he was gone when the battle was over." Rebecca said thoughtfully.

 "We'll worry about that later. For now let's worry about Umbrella. We're nearing the station." Barry said.

 The helicopter flew over a few buildings and landed atop a helipad on the R.P.D. police station. The comrades piled out and stretched their cramped legs.

 "Alright, everyone ready for the biggest conference of our lives?" Chris asked.

 They stalked into the station. They made their way to the chief's office where the chief, having heard of their arrival, was sitting in his chair, waiting. The door to the office burst open, and four messy and tired people strode in.

 "This is all that survives a simple mission!! Where are the rest?" the chief asked.

 "Dead. All thanks to Captain Albert Wesker." Jill said mockingly.

 "Really now? Why do you say that?" Chief asked.

 "Because he's a traitor!! He lured us all into the mansion so he could get combat data for his, or rather Umbrella's, creations!" Chris yelled.

 "Back up. What about monsters? And what does any of this have to do with Umbrella?" the chief asked, still way too calmly.

 "You tell him, Rebecca. You've seen the most." Chris urged.

 Rebecca spilled into everything she knew about Umbrella and its creations. The others added any information they had.

 "Interesting that all of this is coming from a rookie." the chief said mockingly.

 Rebecca cast her eyes down and stepped back. Chris glanced at her and gave her and encouraging wink. He turned back to Chief.

 "Look, Chief, you can believe us or not. And don't go attacking Rebecca; she's been through a lot for just the first day of her career." Chris said a bit angrily.

 "All I'm saying," the chief said defiantly, "is that I need proof that any of this happened. Take me to the mansion that is so called infested with monsters."

 "We...can't. Wesker set off the self-destruct system and the whole place is gone." Barry said.

 The chief turned to Rebecca.

 "What about your Training Facility?" he asked.

 "It was blown up as well. I suspect Wesker did it too." Rebecca said sadly.

 "Well then you have no proof therefore I will have to dismiss you and your claim." Chief said and waved his hand dismissing them. He went back to his work, ignoring them.

 "Wait!" Rebecca cried suddenly. "I have proof. Take a look at these."

 She reached into her bag she was carrying and pulled out three filers with files and other notes stored in it. She tossed it atop the desk. The other three pulled out similar filers full of stuff and tossed them atop the desk.

 The chief, with a forced calm, skimmed through them.

 "Yes. Very interesting. Hardly worth anything." he said.

 Jill slammed her hand against the desk in frustration.

 "Its worth quite a bit!" she raged. "Especially in court!! Where we will take it!"

 "It is worth probably a measly warrant, which is just a waste of time. You need more proof!!" the chief said wearily.

 "How about this?" Barry asked as he lifted up his vest and shirt to reveal a blood crusted gash across his abdomen.

 Rebecca pulled her shirt over her left shoulder as far as she could and turned around to show three bloody scratches going down her back. Chris pulled up his pant leg to show a line of bloody holes wrapping around his calf. Jill pulled aside locks of hair to show a deep bloody bruise on her forehead.

 "All of these were made by Umbrella's creations." Barry said, pointing to his comrades. "Is this proof enough?"

 "I doubt it." the chief said. He stood up and walked over to the door and opened it. "I have important things to do and you are only holding me up. So please leave. Maybe I'll call you again if I have time for such matters."

The troop angrily grabbed their bags and their files and exited the office as the door slammed behind them.

 "Umbrella has obviously gotten to him." Jill said.

 "Either that or he is just being a jerk." Chris muttered.

 "Well, we can't help it. We'll have to take our matters elsewhere. Like the court." Barry suggested. Jill and Chris nodded in agreement. Rebecca disagreed.

 "Going to a court means publicity." Rebecca stated. "And that is the last thing we need right now. People will spread rumors, you know. And if Umbrella knows about us, it could mean our end."

 "She has a real good point there." Jill said thoughtfully.

 "Maybe we could try scheduling a private conference with the mayor and judge and whoever else we might need. No publicity." Barry suggested.

 "Let's worry about it tomorrow. We'll just go home now, and get a nice twenty-four hour long rest. "Barry, you need to check on your family. I need to feed my fish. You two," he said, gesturing towards the two women. "You could use some rest."

 "You don't have to tell me twice." Jill said.

 10 a.m.

 Rebecca opened the door to her apartment. It was relatively small, with one bedroom, one bathroom, a kitchen/dining room mix, a living room and a balcony.

 She plopped on a couch and laid her had back, sighing. A large white cat greeted her with a sniff on the nose and lips and a meow.

 "Hey Ms. Doodle. Are you hungry?" Rebecca coaxed.

 She slowly stood up and entered the kitchen where she poured a scoop of cat food into a paw-shaped dish. The cat meowed thankfully and happily chowed down.

 "You're life is so simple." Rebecca mumbled as she stroked the beautiful cat.

 Rebecca stood up and headed for her bedroom, where she dropped her bag on the bed and rummaged through it. Inside were her folders of files, her over-used pistol, her medical field kit and an Aid Spray.

 Seeing these, her hand automatically clutched the dog tags around her neck. She studied them for a moment, tracing the indentations with a bruised and bloody finger. She sighed and plopped on the bed.

 Sitting up, she unlaced her boots and slid them off, allowing her sore feet to breath. She undressed and wrapped a white and fluffy bathrobe around herself. Standing up and limping on her aching feet to the bathroom, she closed the door and started the tub.

 She filled it with soaps and salts then took off the robe and slid in. A few hours ago she had been deathly afraid of water for what had been lurking in it. But now it seemed to be her best friend in the world. With a content sigh she relaxed and washed.

 An hour later she entered her bedroom and lay on the bed. She fell asleep before her head hit the pillow.

 5 a.m.

 Rebecca was suddenly jerked awake by a ringing noise. She panicked for a moment, the memory of her dream she had been having still lingering.

 What was it about?

 She recalled something going on, something creepy. She was being attacked. By whom? Or by what? She desperately grabbed for the memory as it slowly slipped away. She was able to grab a faint thought.

 ...Billy....

 She shook her head suddenly, and it was gone. Only that one word remained.

 She suddenly realized it was the phone that was ringing. She jumped out of bed and ran for it, catching it just in time.

 "Hello?"

 "Hey," Jill's energetic voice was heard. " How's it going?"

 "What time is it?" Rebecca asked sleepily.

 "5 a.m."

 "What? I slept for......eighteen hours? Wow."

 "Yeah well I went to sleep as soon as I got home and woke up an hour ago. You've been through a lot, Rebecca, you could use some sleep."

 "Have you heard from Barry or Chris?"

 "Barry's been up since three and he's been running some Internet searches on Umbrella. Chris has been up since four and is planning to go around the city to try and dig up some dirt on Umbrella, then go with Barry to schedule a conference with the judge and mayor."

 "What about you?"

 "I'm going to the station and try and sort some stuff out. Wanna come with me?"

 Rebecca thought for a moment. She remembered the dream.

 "No I've got some....things I need to look into."

 There was a pause.

 "I understand. Well then, I'll see you later!!"

 "Okay then, bye."

 "And Rebecca, don't get your hopes up."

 With that the other line clicked. Rebecca hung up the receiver. She got dressed and left the apartment.

 5:30 a.m.

 Rebecca entered a hospital and talked to the receptionist.

 "Hi!" she said as innocently as she could. "Has anyone by the name of Billy Coen been here recently?"

 "Let me check." the receptionist said as she typed in the database. "No, sorry. Do you have a description?"

 "Yes." Rebecca described every bit of Billy she could remember.

 "Hmmm...someone by that description did come in here last night. He needed some fixing of laceration wounds. He stayed for about an hour. I had a nice little chat with him. He told me he was going to stay at a hotel for the night." the receptionist recalled.

 "Did he say anything else?"

 "Said he was going to go to the police station and look for his friend. I asked if his friend was a cop, but he said no. He said his friend was an angel."

 Rebecca smiled. She felt a new hope that Billy could be at the police station right now.

 "Thanks. What did he say his name was?"

 "James, I think. James Frost."

 Rebecca almost laughed. "Thank you very much."

 She exited the hospital and pulled out her cell phone. She dialed Jill's phone.

 "Hello?"

 "Hey Jill."

 "Hi Rebecca. What's up?"

 "Are you still available for guests to the police station?"

 "Sure! I was just leaving. Should I meet you there?"

 "Yes. See you in a few."

 So Rebecca climbed aboard a bus and rode to the station.

 She arrived and pushed open the big gates to see Jill, Chris and Barry standing in the courtyard talking lowly. Chris saw her.

 "Hey Rebecca!! Glad you could make it." Chris said.

 "Where are you two off to?" Rebecca asked.

 "We're heading to the judge." Barry said. "Gonna stop Umbrella!! We'll catch you later."

 "Bye!" Rebecca waved as the left. She turned towards Jill.

 "So," Jill started. "Any luck?"

 "Yes. I found out he's coming here." Rebecca told her all she learned.

 "Once again Rebecca, don't get your hopes up. He may have decided it isn't safe to show his face in a police department." Jill said.

 "You're right, of course. But we'll see."

 They turned and entered the station. Inside they walked up to the front desk.

 "Hey." Rebecca said to the officer at the desk. "Has anyone by the name of James Frost been here recently?"

 The officer recognized her immediately.

 "Yes ma'am. A rather shady character, ma'am. Came in looking for his angel, he said. I dismissed him and he left." the officer stated proudly.

 "Did he say where he was going?" Jill asked suddenly.

 "In a way Officer Valentine. Mumbled something about putting a stop to Umbrella. That is all." the officer said.

 "What was he dressed like? How did he look?" Rebecca asked impatiently.

 "Like I said, ma'am, he was a shady character. Covered his face with a hood, ma'am."

 'Thank you lieutenant. That is all." Rebecca said.

 "Thank you Officer Chambers. Officer Valentine." the officer said.

 "Well, Rebecca," Jill started. "Its not much of a lead."

 "Don't worry. I'll find him." Rebecca said hopefully.

 Two months later have passed. The survivors have tried countless times to have a court hearing, but the judge and mayor wouldn't hear of it. Each time they came back with more evidence but still, nothing. Rebecca has searched for Billy every day, with no luck. Rumors have already been spread around town. Then....

 12:23 p.m.

 Rebecca sat at the table eating her sandwich and turned on the TV.

 "Soaps, soaps, more soaps." she muttered, finally deciding to try the news station.

 "In local news, there have been reports of grisly murders along the streets of Raccoon City. Victims were eaten to death, and witnesses say they saw shadowy figure appear from the shadows and maul their victim." the newscaster said.

 "Oh God...." Rebecca murmured as she dropped her glass of milk.

 "One witness was able to catch a murder on tape in broad daylight. I warn you, what you are about to see is extremely graphic, and may disturb you."

 A fuzzy video played of a creature stumbling with outstretched arms towards a screaming man. The cameraman is panicking and the video is shaking. As the creature grabs the man and rips a huge chunk of flesh right out of him. The cameraman screamed and the camera fell to the ground and broke, just as the creature devoured the man.

 Rebecca screamed in fright and grabbed the phone and dialed Jill.

 "Hello?"

 "Jill!! Its happening!!" Rebecca cried into the phone.

 "What's happening?"

 "The news. have you seen the news?!"

 "Oh that. Yes I've seen."

 "And you're calm!!?"

  "I'm as every bit scared as you. I've just passed the shock."

 "What about Chris and Barry?" Rebecca asked.

 "Barry and his family are moving somewhere else. Chris has decided to go to his hideout and find a way to get to Europe, remember?"

 "Yeah it slipped my mind."

 "Don't worry, I'll be staying here, hopefully it can be contained. This might be a great time to get a court case. We'll see. How about you?"

 "I...am going to leave."

 "Fine. Where to?"

 "Maybe to my hometown. I'll try and follow-up on Billy."

 "Okay Rebecca. Good luck."

 By the next day Rebecca and her cat were ready to go. She boarded a bus, (she had sworn to herself never to take a train), and they were off.

 Little did she know that the nightmare was just beginning.....

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Well, I'm finally finished. Hope you liked my story. Please review!! I'll continue if I get reviews!!