Here's the next chapter. A bit shorter than the last one, but still four pages long. Reviews are always great. Feed the addiction. Thanks to Lex for their review. Always nice to have a fan.

Still owning nothing. It's rather saddening.

Chapter Two

"Oh my god-freaking-zillas," Kit muttered, turning another corner quickly.

She had searched through all of the other office sections and found no one else. No one else alive, that is. Bodies scattered much of the office flooring in almost every room. It wasn't the most pleasant of scenes in see and it didn't help the matter any when Kit was able to name the bodies on the ground.

Kit had quickly learned that seeing a nameless body on the ground didn't have nearly the same effect on her as seeing Jessica, the coffee girl that was only a few years older than Kit, sprawled on the floor, unmoving. The impact of knowing the people on the floor was so much more unbearable than just another person that worked there.

When you knew a person that died, you didn't simply just shake off the feeling of remorse. You couldn't just say "That's so sad," and go make a strawberry milkshake. You didn't do that because of the pain filling up your heart one second at a time.

It was a feeling that stabbed you clean through to the heart and twisted it around for a few moments before slowing dragging out and leaving you in pain.

The feeling of having her heart stabbed continued to plague Kit as she walked further down the hall, looking into all of the office spaces in silent beats of hope. Someone had to be left alive.

Jeremy had been alive, despite his insanity, he had still been alive. That meant there had to be others. There couldn't only be one survivor from whatever horror had come over the Hive. There were contingency plans for this sort of thing. Kit remembered having to go through Lock Down and Fire drills. The Hive had plans for every possible sort of attack. Terrorist, bio-hazard, fires, break-ins. If you could think of something that would cause harm to anything or anyone living in the Hive, there was a contingency plan for it.

Therefore, everyone could not be dead.

Kit finally broke her gaze from the morbid offices and started back down the hall. She had to go and get help, she was sure of that. But first she needed to find her mother. Kit refused to leave the Hive without knowing where Emmy was. For all she knew, the moment she notified the authorities, they would never allow Kit back into the Hive again.

She wasn't stupid. Kit knew that whatever had happened in the Hive would most likely be classified as Top Secret. There was a reason the Hive was already a top secret facility. If something ever went drastically wrong, the news would probably never find out. Kit highly doubted that Umbrella would be willing to entrust such valuable information with a seventeen year old, despite the fact her mother was more than likely dead.

This was Kit's only chance to find out for her self what had happened.

--

Kit held the stolen three-hole puncher tightly in her grip. A window had been broken out by something, what Kit wasn't sure of and doubted that she really wanted to know, so she had crawled through and stolen a few office supplies. Strapped to her belt were about a dozen pens, a stapler was looped over the studded belt, and paperclips were shoved in her jean pocket.

How any of the office items would help, Kit didn't know, but it was the best she could come up with. It wasn't exactly like Umbrella had dozens of automatic hand guns lying around. Plus, six years of karate had to come in handy some time. Though, deep down Kit was praying there wouldn't be any need for her to go kung-fu on someone's ass.

The entire ordeal was definitely not was Kit had been planning to do on her Friday night.

--

Rounding around the corner, Kit kept the hole punched ready for use, just in case. She hadn't seen any other people alive, or in the same state as Jeremy, during her exploration of the floor. There were only a few more places to look for a survivor on the current floor Kit was on, and that included her mother's lab. Kit knew that she had to see what had happened in the lab, but was terrified at what she might find.

The outlook of the rest of the floor told Kit that logically, Emmy was dead. There was little possibility that one person survived this seemingly devastating occurrence. But then there was the scared little girl in the back of Kit's head that screamed for her mother, that she was alive and that everything would be fine one Kit found her.

The power of wills between the two voices was starting to give Kit a headache and she didn't notice the man in black coming up behind her.

--

JD approached the young woman carefully, not wanting to scare her. So far none of his team had found any survivors. How this girl had made it through the horror of the Red Queen's reign, he didn't know. All he knew was that it was duty to serve and protect, and the girl was starting to look freaked out. The fact that she was holding a hole puncher was constitute to that.

--

Kit gave a sigh and turned around, letting out a loud scream when she came face to face with a man dressed in what looked like a SWAT uniform from a movie. Where the hell had he come from? She held up her hole-puncher threateningly out before her.

"I swear to fucking god I was knock you brains out!" she yelled, backing away from the surprised JD quickly. The hole-puncher was up in the air like a bat, and Kit was ready to hit a homerun on this guy's brains if he came closer. "Don't move!"

"I'm here to help you," JD said calmly, holding up his gloved hands in surrender. He bent down and set down his gun and stood back up, looking the scared girl in the eyes. "I'm JD. I'm here to help you."

"Yeah," Kit said, almost seriously, "and I'm Mary Fucking Poppins."

"Nice name, Mary," JD commented with the tiniest smile.

"Charmer," Kit smirked, not moving her hole-puncher from her batting position in the least.

"I need you to set down the hole-puncher," JD said, still all calm and collected like. It was starting to bother Kit severely.

Jeremy hadn't been like this at all, he had simply been "FOOD!" bite, chomp. That in itself told Kit that maybe something had happened to Jeremy, something horribly wrong. Kit wanted to believe that this 'JD' person was here to help her, but even if he was, he would get in her way of finding out what the hell happened.

"How'd you get in here?" Kit asked, knowing that no one had followed her down the stairs. It would have echoed down to her and she hadn't seen anyone walking around, obviously.

"I need you to put down the hole-puncher first," JD reasoned, taking a small step towards her.

"How about a no?" Kit said seriously, not willing to set down the only thing that could cause pain to the taller man. If he was like Jeremy, she didn't want to get close enough to him to use any Karate moves, and if worse came to worse she could chuck the heavy metal office supply and run like hell. Either way, no way was she setting down her only means of protection and escape.

"I'm not going to hurt you," JD said, inching closer again while Kit backed away.

"Sure," Kit said, unknowingly lowering the puncher a few inches, "that's just what you say until I put the fucking thing down and you eat my face off! Don't think so buddy!"

JD threw her a confused look, "Why would I want to eat your face?"

"How the hell should I know?" Kit yelled, completely lowering the hole-puncher and pointing down the hall where she had last seen Jeremy, "Why don't you go ask Jerry? He's the one who almost fucking bit my hand off!"

Before Kit realized it, JD leapt forward quickly and snatched the hole-puncher out of her hand and backed away a few feet when she swung and arm at him. "Damn it!" Kit yelled, and fumbled to unhook the stapler from her belt. It took her a few seconds but Kit pointed it at JD none-the-less.

"C'mon kid," JD said, resting his weight on one foot impatiently. "You can't be serious? Office supplies?"

Kit ignored him and kept the stapler up, "How'd you get down here? The elevator's are down."

"Emergency entrance," JD supplied and motioned behind him with a hand. "How'd you get down here?"

"Stairs," Kit answered, not seeing a reason to lie. She was down here already, what did it matter how she got there?

JD let out a low whistle. "That's a lot of stairs, kid."

"No, duh," Kit said in plain teenage fashion.

The two stood facing each other in silence for a few seconds before JC spoke again. "Can you put the stapler down now?" he gave her a pleading look, apparently desperate to get moving again. "Please?"

Kit hesitated. JD didn't seem about ready to eat her and seemed half way decent. She still was unsure as to why the hell he was down in the Hive at the moment, but guessed it had to do with something about all the dead people and Jeremy. If he was here to find out what happened, maybe she could just follow him and find out for herself what had happened.

As far as Kit could tell, JD was here to help her and possibly bring her back to the surface. That meant that he had to protect her and keep an eye on her. She highly doubted that he had figured out what had happened already, there would be swarms of people in the Hive if he had. Kit figured that meant he would have to bring Kit where ever he was going.

She had the right to know what the freak was going on. If this JD fellow knew something, there was no way in hell Kit was going to let him out of her sight.

JD let out a sigh of relieve as Kit lowered the stapler and gave a laugh. "This has been the weirdest day of my life."

Kit let a small smile flash across her face. "You're telling me."