A/N - Thank you for the reviews guys it means a lot xD Glad you guys are enjoying reading this as much as I am writing it :) Anyhow on to Chapter 2 the return of a familiar face that has disappeared in the Resident Evil Universe.

It lunged teeth bearing with a fearsome growl erupting from its throat. It could smell the sweetness of flesh, it could see the aqua coloured veins marking its victims lips. What it didn't see was the weapon lodged in the female's grip. With one swing of the axe the infected corpse collided with a wall the impact causing its head to roll from its shoulders. The second zombie collapsed to the floor aiming for its attackers legs however with a swift upper kick it too lost its own head brain matter covering the floor. A look of disgust marked the female survivors features as she allowed her hold on said axe to loosen it slightly.

"That never get's easier." she sighed kneeling beside the body wondering why everything had turned out the way it did.

She forced herself to her feet choosing to ignore the previous occupants unfinished dinner, a selection of body parts that looked like it's owner had been torn limb from limb. Becoming a zombie or being killed by one wasn't an easy voice yet it seemed to be the most common question for the average person. However the female knew that she would choice neither. She'd pick survive. Why? Well nothing less was expected from Claire Redfield. The woman with attitude, skills and a heart to match. She was a perfect partner and yet found herself alone. The reason was simple. The rest of Terrasave were the living dead. All of them had been outside when the gas formed virus struck, Claire on the other hand had suffered from a mild illness thus stayed inside the facility. Ironically enough her small spat of illness had saved her life.

Her grip tightened as she heard the faint groans of shuffling infected combined with the rattling of various objects being knocked to the ground. She couldn't help but feel annoyed of the constant threat the virus seemed to pose on her life like some kind of freaky stalker would one day would reach out and claim his prize. Claire's skin crawled every time she came across an Umbrella subject because she knew that one day her luck would run out and when it did it would run out fast. Game over. Until that fatal day however she was never willing going to back down, to be the undead's next meal. She was a fighter. Always had been. Always would be.

"Time to leave." she told herself reaching for her mobile and pressing two instantly calling the second most important person in her life the first being Chris though being in the BSAA she knew he couldn't just up and leave thus it was up to number two a person would had never let her down. Ever. "Hey it's me, I need your help!"

"My help?" he asked gently running his fingertips along his stubble.

Miles away. Around three thousand to be exact sat the receiver to the call listening intently to the female's explanation as he reached for the laptop laying open on his desk. Without a second to waste his fingers danced along the keyboard creating a soft tap like melody while entering all the information that she was forcing his way. Claire quickly told him where was. London, UK. The biggest city within the country that had an infection rate of fifty per cent, a rate that had started two months prior to his current phone call. Frowning he stood up quickly his calf hitting the desk with a thud.

"Two months? You phone me now?"

"No only a month. Terrasave have an outpost out here. I was working up until the outbreak which was when I fell ill -"

"Wait ill? Your not -"

"No I'm fine or I wouldn't be calling you. If you don't get your butt down here soon though I will be."

"Claire why did you wait for so long?" he repeated the time frame not adding up. He waiting for a few moments hearing the female sigh suddenly before she began to speak again.

"I thought I could get out. I tried. I locked myself in with all communications down. I managed to rewire the power to one floor and activate the communications link but that's attracting the staff. Dead staff. Happy?"

"Okay hang there. I'm leaving now."

"Not like I can go anywhere anyway." she muttered quietly though in a more caring tone added, "Be careful."

"You too. Aim for the head remember?"

"Got it"

The phone went dead leaving the man in near complete silence the humming of his laptop being the only sound. Sliding the mobile into his pocket he reached for the landline checking his government issued handguns as he did so being able to load the pair before hearing another human voice at the other end. He ordered out the details not waiting to ask if he could go. He didn't need to, being the leader of his section meant he was allowed to pretty much do what he wanted. Not that he seemed to have any free time to spend that luxury on. Even if he did there was no where to go. It seemed funny but the one thing that had survived a zombie apocalypse was work. Ironically the one thing no one had wanted to hold on to. That said he couldn't deny the security that a job gave his workers, himself including it gave them a small ounce of normality.

"Scheduled to leave in half an hour for London correct? Who is occupying this flight?"

"Kennedy. Leon Kennedy." he muttered holstering his weapons.

"Sir? The president -"

"The president will be fine. Helena and Sherry are staying behind."

"Very well."

Leon ran his hand through his hand ever so slightly pulling the strands tighter bringing back to focus. Adam was long gone yet their connection still lingered. The relationship with the new president was strained to say the least. He didn't have the same ideals as Kennedy or the zombified president before him yet he had been selected to rule what remained of America and Leon was tasked as leader of the DSO. He alongside Helena taught new recruits all the skills they needed for duty especially skills against the undead Sherry performed everything in between knowing just as much yet still being seen as a small child. That and the fact that she desired freedom more than anyone he had known. No one's past was an easy one.

"Come on Leon." the male said to himself marching towards the office door shutting off the darkened room behind him his laptop still gently humming.