The image of her mother was in Sherry's sight as the woman picked up her toddler and twirled her in the air as the little girl laughed in delight. Eventually Sherry was gently put back on the grass that was littered with daisies. Her mother laid next to her as they watched the clouds pass by in the sky.

"Look, SherBear, that one looks like bunny!" Her mother pointed out. The cloud was in the shape of a rabbit's head, the ears were in a perfect shape. Sherry giggled with her mother as she heard the sound of feet crunching in the grass. Sherry rolled to her side and saw her father, William walking towards them in a white coat. He didn't look happy and Sherry suddenly felt terrified. With each step he took, his body mutated more and more until he was only feet away from them and was the hideous monster he had became when he infected himself.

"Sherry!" He yelled and suddenly she had awoken from her dream as the sound of thunder shook the room. She almost yelled but caught herself. Her eyes darted in every direction but the only one in the room with her was Clair, who was fast asleep on the floor across from her. Clair slept soundly as the the new storm clearly wasn't bothering her. Sherry's hand shook as it was still on her mouth, which had kept her from yelping seconds earlier. She usually had dreams about her mother and the happier days, but never anything like. She never had a single dream about her father and the first one he's in..he was a monster.. Tears filled her eyes in utter frustration but she refused to shed a single one. She couldn't keep acting like a scared little girl. She had to stay strong..for her mother. She readjusted her body and faced the direction where Clair was. She was about to try closing her eyes until she saw something on the wall that made her frown. It was a poster of the Umbrella Corporation and on it was her father. Looked like whoever owned this store was a fan of the corporation..Even if it was a poster, she felt like the man was staring at her. It made her feel hot and itchy. She tried facing the other direction but the eyes on the poster still mentally pierced her. She had enough and quickly sat up. She quietly walked over and reached the poster and began to slowly peel it off, careful not to disturb the sleeping Clair. She bit her lower lip hard in concentration as she finally got the remaining parts off. Before she thought about crumbling it, she stared at the image of her father. His long hair nearly spilling over his eyes, his dark yet confident look on his face..it made her legs feel tingly, but she only stared for a minute before finally returning to her sleeping spot. She sat down and began to quietly tear apart the poster before going back to sleep.

Morning finally came and the pair were already heading to another place. Clair had picked a small abandoned neighborhood to search for food and more clothes, but not before destroying a lone zombie that was wandering in the yards. The two were disgusted by this point as rotting flesh had splashed onto them and the smell was almost unbearable. Sherry had successfully jimmied the lock to the front door of the biggest house in the neighborhood. If she had time to take in the surroundings, she would've loved the home decor and it probably would have calmed her down, but she was once again feeling traumatized with little courage. Clair checked around the house and found numerous yet useful things.

"There's so much here..food, clothes, batteries, even weapons. Why did the owners just leave all of this?" Clair was at a loss. If it was HER abandoning this house, she would've stuffed a vehicle with all she could get, but there were no signs of a quick leave. Nothing was knocked over or moved around. Nothing was taken.

"Maybe they didn't plan on abandoning it.." Sherry began as she looked at several portraits in the living room.

"Maybe one of them caught the virus and they all went to the hospital..but..they had no idea that there was no cure and..didn't know that infected were hauled away. Usually with their families." The possible sickening truth made Sherry shiver. She knew dark secrets of Umbrella through her mother, who in turn, learned them from Sherry's father.

"We can't let the personal feelings slow us down. We need to clean ourselves up. And..maybe we can crash here for a day or two. But we need to find Leon as soon as possible.." Clair tried her radio again but it was still to no avail. She cursed and put her things on the living room coffee table.

"There's a shower in the room down here. I looked. I suggest we clean up before we do anything else. I can't stand another minute having zombie jello on me.." With that Clair began heading towards the room.

"Keep watch. I won't be long.." Clair put her gun down on the table as well.

"And DON'T hesitate to use this." Sherry stared at the weapon long after Clair started her much needed shower. She didn't really know how to use a gun but she guessed that Clair expected her to figure it out if she absolutely had to. Very reassuring.. She eventually snapped herself out of this gaze and tried to refocus her mind on something other than killing zombies and mutated creatures. She explored the downstairs a bit more. After finding nothing, she headed upstairs, scared of what she may find. But it was only more empty rooms. She found a particular room that looked like it belonged to a teen girl. The band posters and teen magazines seemed to confirm this. She searched through the drawers and sure enough, she found female clothes. Clothes that looked to be in her size too. She smiled. Now she could have a new outfit. Something better than her ripped jeans and dirty shirt. She searched through several and picked out some shirts and some pants. She found one piece of clothing that caught her attention. It was a very nice looking skirt. It wouldn't hurt to wear THAT for a bit. It even had pockets to carry things in. Sherry laid out an outfit for her to wear once she was done showering after Clair. There was still a bit of time to kill. She searched the bed and found a few more magazines under the mattress. The ratings on them were 17+. By the way they were hidden, there was no doubt that teen was too young to be having them. This made Sherry smile in a humorous way. Most of these "secret" magazines were just on "sexy men", but one particular magazine in the secret pile made her raise a brow. "Guilty crushes". She picked it up and began flipping through it. She found a page where anonymous readers would ask the journalist questions that would be answered through the magazine. She skimmed through the ones where they asked about confronting their crushes and so on. It was rather boring. The last question asked, "Dear Jessica, I have my own guilty crush and I don't know if it's a normal thing or if it's wrong. Ever since I was thirteen, I had this odd feeling about my own father. As I got older, it felt more like a crush. I even had lust. Is this normal for some girls to feel about their own dads?" Sherry then began reading Jessica's response. "Dear anon. Thank you for your submission. I do not think it's horribly wrong for a girl to have a small crush on her dad. It's actually psychologically normal for young girls to become a bit attached to their dads and have some sort of crush on him. It usually fades as they get older. So don't worry, this isn't something wrong!"

Sherry quickly dug in her pocket and pulled out the torn piece of poster that had her father's face on it. The one from last night. So..it's normal to feel a bit.."weird" with him? Of course she never saw him as "dad", but she knew who he was. Did this make a difference? The strong stare of her father's picture made the tingling in her legs return. It began to intensify this time. She felt hot again, but no longer itchy. As soon as something began building up in her, she heard Clair call her name.

"I'm up here." Sherry called back. She quickly crumbled up the picture and threw it across the room. She wasn't exactly sure why she kept it but she certainly wasn't going to have it on her anymore. She picked up the clothes she picked out and made her way back down stairs.

"Don't wander like that. And you left the gun down here. What if something got in?" Sherry rolled her eyes at the nagging.

"I know, I know, I'm sorry. But I found some nice clothes." Sherry put them down for a moment as she saw Clair's new outfit.

"Yea me too. This isn't half-bad. I can tell that the mother in this place was definitely a sports girl. Anyways, shower is all yours, but make it quick. We can't let our guards down for too long."

Sherry took her clothes into the room and set them on the bed. She made her way to the bathroom where the shower was. She could feel the steam from Clair's shower that was still in the air. She slowly stripped and stepped inside. It was very nice. Then again, this was a very nice house. It calmed her a bit but like Clair said, she couldn't let her guard down for too long. She closed the glass door and turned the water on. Luckily it was still warm so she didn't have to worry about cold water hitting her. She quickly washed herself and her hair. That article..she couldn't get it out of her mind. It felt more like a crush..I even had lust.. Sherry wasn't dull, she knew was lust was and it driving her mind crazy. She didn't see William Birkin as "dad" but was it still okay? Even if it was, he was a monster now.

Yes Sherry, he is an infected monster now. You need to get him out of your head.. She mentally yelled at herself. But being sixteen with hormones constantly hijacking her mind, her thoughts quickly lingered back to him. She pressed her forehead and chest against the glass door. Her nipples hardened from the cool touch. She suddenly drooped down to her knees and her hand slid down to her sacred area. Her fingers prodded and rubbed. Her face flushed from the feeling as she kept her father on her mind. Her breathing quickened and-

*clunk!*

A cluttering noise made her jump and snap out of her heavy trance. Did something fall? She couldn't tell if it came from the room or from living room where Clair was. This was her cue to end her shower. She quickly stopped the water and rang out her hair. She grabbed the towel that was by the sink as she stepped out. She wrapped it around her body and walked back into the room.

"Sheeerrryyy.." A low voice called, almost in a desperate yet warm manner. She spun around to where the bed was and saw the monster that was feet away from her. How in the hell did he get in here?! William Birkin, infected with the G virus. He was mutated and the entire right side of his body was hardly noticeable. There was a large eye growing from his right shoulder as his right hand now had claws. Sherry was about to attempt to scream to alert Clair but her body disobeyed the order. She heard a moaning sound come from her father, but it wasn't the typical undead moan that the zombies gave out. No, this was the moan of someone who was very pleased and satisfied to see her. Sherry took a step back but the creature instantly threw out its long mutated arm, easily grabbing her and throwing her onto the abandoned bed. Sherry landed hard, lightly grunting in pain. She gasped but couldn't get a scream to come out of her. Her father was instantly on top of her, trapping her in with his arms. She also just now realized that she no longer had her towel on. It was on the floor..

William was staring right at her and for a moment, Sherry tensed, waiting for the mutant to start slashing into her exposed body with its teeth and mutated claws. But it never came. There was a strange calm aura coming from William and Sherry finally calmed herself and soon took notice of the sickening details on this "man". She quivered as drops of slimy liquid fell on her. A strange condensation left the mutant's mouth each time he exhaled. Sherry again noticed the large eye growing out of the right shoulder. She wasn't sure if it was capable of sight, but she swore it was staring directly at her. William's head lowered to her chest. She once again thought that he was about to take a large bite out of her flesh but instead, a tentacle-like tongue left his juicy mouth and lapped her left breast. Was he tasting before devouring? Sherry wasn't sure, but as each minute passed, it felt more and more like he was trying to make her skin feel good. Goosebumps took over her body as her nipple hardened, but this only seemed to amuse the monster as his tongue ran faster.

"Ffffinallllyy.." The low voice came from him again as he began licking her right breast now, moving his face closer as if to sensually kiss it. Sherry kept her sight up to the ceiling as her breathing deepened. She was terrified, but another feeling was entering her body. It was warm, and it came through her legs first. Her wide shocked eyes began to soften and slowly close-

There was a sudden sound of a gun firing that filled the room and the lapping tongue quickly left Sherry. She finally yelped and turned her head to see Clair with her gun, and a very angry look on her face.

"Get the hell off of her, you sick fuck!" She hissed as several more rounds left the gun, hitting Birkin in the shoulder. He roared and leapt up but quickly jumped out through the bedroom window, where he had gotten in earlier. It took some time for Sherry to finally jump up and cover herself. She looked away from Clair, ashamed.

"C-could you h-hand me my towel?" She shivered and politely asked. Clair quickly picked up the lone towel on the floor and tossed it to the shivering Sherry.

After She was fully dressed, she finally found Clair frantically packing her bag again with food, water, and new weapons. Certainly she wasn't planning on leaving already? They've only spent a couple of hours here.

"Are we not staying for a day?" She finally asked.

"I planned on it..but it's clear this place isn't safe. With.." She hesitated on saying the name "Birkin" since she wasn't sure if the man still existed in that pile of mutant flesh..

"HIM knowing where we are. And after what he just attempted.." Sherry realized Clair was bringing up what had just happened in the bedroom. Did she know Sherry's real thoughts? Was she angry and sickened with her?

"I..I couldn't stop him.." Sherry began but Clair zipped up her bag and smiled calmly at the girl.

"It's okay. I don't expect you to hold off a monster like that. Don't feel too bad about it." So Clair had no idea that Sherry had began to enjoy the strange touching from the creature until it was interrupted. But she still didn't know WHY it was happening. Why didn't he just rip her to bits and eat her like he had done to others?

"He..he didn't try to kill me. I don't know why. Aren't those things supposed to eat humans?" Sherry held on to her shoulder and dug her fingernails in her skin as she asked the uncomfortable question.

"Well..." Clair stopped messing with the bag as she tried finding her words.

"From what Leon told me..It's some kind of new virus. And I think..the only way it can reproduce is finding a host with the same DNA. In that case..it's you. And who knows what else it will make him do. I saw what he was doing to you.."

Sherry suddenly felt hot and itchy again. Her body quivered. She wasn't sure what else to say.

"Let's say that if he was still human, HE would be the one in shredded pieces.." Sherry chewed her lip, still not sure what to say. She shifted her weight but remained silent. She didn't know Clair was right beside until she put her hand on the girl's shoulder, causing her to flinch.

"Look, what he did was sick. And I know you hated every second of it. But I promise, when we get to the bottom of what the hell has been going on here, you'll get your revenge. I'll personally let you destroy him." The woman smiled as she walked back to her belongings and threw her bag on her shoulder.

"Now let's go. I think I got this radio working again. We can find Leon by tonight hopefully. Oh, and one more thing.." She dug in one of the large pockets of her bag and pulled out a large dagger. She handed it to the girl.

"I found this baby in a weapon case. It'll be perfect for you. I know it isn't anything fancy like what I have..but I promise I'll give you shooting lessons soon. Then you can have your own gun." Sherry smiled as she looked at the large knife. She knew how to kill zombies directly with one hit..though it was rather messy. She waited until Clair was too far from her to hear her whisper.

"But..I DIDN'T hate it. What does that say?.." She quietly asked under her breath before finally following the woman.