Next chapter is up! Just a note, the chapters may not be posted this often, it's just because I finished it earlier than planned. Good times :) Obviously, I'll try and get the next chapter up ASAP!

They had reached the end of the hill they were on, Rebecca sweeping the area with her pistol, whilst Billy prepared the shotgun for any unexpected attack. The mansion was in their view, large and creepy in the setting of the forest. Both of them could feel nothing but terror as they forest was quiet, too quiet.

Billy gripped his shotgun more tightly, becoming much more wary of his surroundings. Something was seriously wrong.

"Rebecca," he whispered.

"Yeah?" she asked, dropping back to stand next to him. Cold sweat began to creep onto her forehead and neck; she could feel the silence and unease too.

"Perhaps we should-"

Billy was unable to finish, however, when the loud howls of dogs began to haunt the night air. He didn't have to think twice to know that this spelled disaster.

The sounds of paws hitting off the dry leaves and roots behind them caught their attention. Both of them spun around simultaneously, gasping at the sight of the pack of zombie dogs in front of them.

"Rebecca! Run!" shouted Billy, taking aim with his shotgun. Despite how much she didn't want to leave him, she knew it was suicidal to stay put; not with a next-to-useless handgun for defence.

She sprinted towards the mansion, the angry snarls of the hungry dogs all she could hear, followed by the blast of the shotgun as it hit one in the skull. The thuds of Billy's footsteps caught up to her as both of them ran for their lives towards the unknown facility. Rebecca didn't dare look back, knowing that doing so could be the difference between life and death.

A small wooden door presented itself before them, more than likely the back door of the estate. Billy slammed his shoulder into the frame, relief washing over him as it was revealed to be open. His heart caught in his throat though, when he heard one of the dogs manage to bite onto something in the direction of where Rebecca was.

One of the ugly monstrosities had clamped its jaw onto her hip pack, spilling out most of the contents that were inside. Billy hefted his shotgun and blew the thing's face off, before grabbing Rebecca's wrist, pulling her inside, and kicking the door shut behind them, just as one of the beasts' bodies slammed into the door. They both fell to the floor, their bodies feeling drained.

Without warning, a zombie which had been lying on the floor next to Billy, let out a moan of hunger, reaching towards Billy with bloody hands. He rolled away from the creature, avoiding the open jaws which displayed black, decaying teeth.

Rebecca didn't take long to take aim with her handgun and shot the hideous thing, right through the temple. It stopped crawling instantly, a pool of blood beginning to surround it. They took a few seconds to catch their breath, before Billy turned to Rebecca, anger coursing through his body.

"Christ, the monsters are in here, too?" yelled Billy, "What the hell is going on?"

Rebecca didn't answer, she didn't have too. Of course the creatures were going to be here; they never had much luck when it came to surviving. Looks like we're back to square one again. Fantastic!

Billy looked at her, all previous anger turning to concern. "You alright, doll face?" he asked, his breathing and heart rate subsiding.

"No," she mumbled, "All of our medical supplies were in that pack, plus all of my handgun ammo." She lifted the remains of the bag miserably, before tossing it to the side of the room, putting her head in her hands.

Billy shifted over to where she was sitting, placing an arm gently over her shoulders. He used the other one to rub her forearm softly, attempting to console her over the unfortunate incident. She leaned into him, her head resting on his chest as he rubbed her hair with his hand, caressing it again with such adoration. The fear of the dogs and unknown had somehow evaporated, leaving only the two of them feeling grateful for the other.

Rebecca lifted her head, the tears that threatened to spill over earlier beginning to disappear. She smiled up at him, placing a tender kiss on his cheek before she stood up, dusting herself off. Billy rose after her, picking up the shotgun and reloading it, before taking in their surroundings.

They appeared to be in some sort of residence. The room they were in contained a small bed, with a couple of bookcases to one side of the wall. A large red carpet was layered over the floor, whilst a rocking chair sat in one corner of the room, a handgun clip on top of it. The bedside table was littered with papers, ranging from newspaper articles to investigation reports. Rebecca took the clip off the chair, and walked slowly over to the bunch of papers, skimming through what they contained.

Most of the papers weren't of much interest, mostly things they had already learned from the night before at the Training Facility. A few of them sparked an interest, particularly one about a plant which had accidentally been infected with the T-virus; PLANT 42.

"Billy, take a look at this," she said, looking over to him. He was pushing one of the decorative bookcases over the doorway they had just came from; clever, why didn't I think of that?

Billy finished pushing the bookcase, before making a small sound of curiosity. He strode over to her, placing his shotgun onto the bed as he stood next to her, reading the file.

"It talks about a plant that was accidentally exposed to the virus that Marcus invented," she read off of the file, "Apparently it underwent major metamorphosis, causing extreme changes in size and diet. It has records of killing scientists, by sucking their blood."

Billy's face began to pale. I thought we'd been through everything! Zombies, leeches, bats, crows, the works! But now freakin' plants are infected too? And this plant seems to have some sort of thing for playing Dracula! This is bullshit!

Rebecca kept looking through the papers, passing them over to Billy when she had finished scanning them. One particular folder of files caught her eye, only because she recognised some pictures on it.

The file had a picture of one of the dogs they had seen outside. By the look of the picture, it appeared to be a Doberman. What does that matter? It's a zombie dog!

The file also had pictures of other monsters she recognised: Hunters, Crows, Bats and so on. Every one of them noted similar changes in size, strength, aggression, and diet. Rebecca felt bile rise to her throat, the same as it did the first time she encountered the zombie on the Ecliptic Express.

She passed the file to Billy, who also carried the same expression of shock and repulsion that she had. They looked at each other, both seeming to know what the other thought. We've crawled out of one hole, and into another.

The sound of the door leading out of the room opening made their chests feel cold, all of a sudden. Billy hoisted the shotgun off of the bed, aiming it towards the door. Rebecca tucked the file on PLANT 42 into her vest, and joined Billy at aiming her handgun towards the door. She swallowed, preparing herself for whatever was coming through the door. C'mon, Chambers, you've just been through hell on earth! This is essentially the same thing, but hidden behind a door.

Her fear immediately changed to joy, as she saw the face of her friend and team mate, Richard, creep quietly into the room. She lowered her handgun, not wanting to scare him, and ran towards him.

"Richard!" She cried, making him jump out of his skin.

"Rebecca," said Richard, walking over to greet her. He noted the tall, muscular man next to her, with a shotgun in hand; he became wary of him as he stared back at him. "You're ok?"

"I'm fine," she replied, holstering her handgun and giving him a quick hug. She could feel Billy fidget beside her as she embraced him; he didn't know who Richard was, he could be as close as anyone to her.

She stepped back from him, glancing to Billy and throwing him a reassuring smile. He grunted softly, before returning to reading the files. She turned to Richard as she spoke:

"We were fighting some monster and…" She looked to the floor, "Edward's dead."

"I see," sighed Richard, "It's not much better on my end either. We got attacked by those things and had to split up." He noticed the other man was paying attention to what he was saying, real concern etched on his features. "The rest of the team is either in hiding or…"

Rebecca's stare remained to the floor as Richard spoke, tears falling from her eyes. Billy noticed the droplets fall to the musty carpet below, rubbed her back comfortingly. Richard watched him as he did so.

"And who are you?" he asked, trying to speak with more authority.

"Oh," chirped Rebecca, "This is Billy. Billy, this is my team mate, Richard."

"Wait, Billy Coen?" Richard became much more alert. "The man who killed twenty three people, and the MP's we found in the van?" He aimed his gun towards Billy's head, taking a step towards him.

Billy glared at Richard, about to protest his innocence, when Rebecca moved between then both. She held a hand in front of the nozzle of Richard's gun, whilst using the other to restrain Billy.

"No! Richard, you have to understand! Billy didn't kill those people. He was wrongly accused!"

"And what proof do you have, Rebecca?" he yelled, a little too loud for the small room, "What he told you? He's a wanted felon!"

"Richard, please! Just calm down," Rebecca began to panic. What is Richard going to do? He has to believe me at least! "Don't you trust your own team mate?"

Richard's eyes switched from between Rebecca and Billy; he was facing an internal dilemma. One option was to do his lawful duty and kill, or at least abandon, the criminal in front of him. The other was to believe his friend, and that he was innocent; after all, if this man had really killed all those people, would he not have killed Rebecca by now?

Richard sighed and lowered his gun, defeated. Despite his duty, he knew there was no point in killing him, not in a place like this, and with his team mate telling him not to. He could be of use, after all, in helping us to survive.

Rebecca let out a long breath she didn't know she was holding, and let her arms drop to her sides. The mission would be so much easier to handle now, without the unnecessary need to kill each other.

Richard looked at her, "We should find Enrico. He'll know what to do."

Rebecca stiffened at this. Part of her wanted to find Enrico; Richard was right, he would know what to do. But another part of her knew that it would prove to be the death of Billy. Enrico wouldn't waste his time listening to hers and Billy's story; although it was a horrible thing to anticipate, it was what made him a good captain.

She thought of the brief encounter she shared with Enrico back at the Training facility. He had let her go ahead to find Billy, all alone. Perhaps he saw that she needed him, maybe considered the fact that he was helping her to survive the nightmare they were all going through.

Billy felt awkward during the small silence that filled the room. Something was obviously bothering Rebecca, no doubt to do with the man Richard had just brought up. He vaguely remembered her mentioning something about meeting her captain, maybe that's the guy their talking about.

Richard loaded his handgun and walked towards them both, "What a horrible first assignment for you, Rebecca, huh?" He caught her throwing a quick smile towards Billy; clearly there was something more there than just a friendship forming. Richard decided it was best not to bring it up, and turned to examine some of the files on the desk.

"First, we should get to some place safe," said Richard, "I'm pretty sure Alpha Team is in the forest. They may be in the mansion. I'm pretty sure you guys would have seen it on your way here."

They both nodded at Richard as he went to inspect his radio. Rebecca looked at Billy for a few more seconds, noticing a slight twinkle in his eye as she gave his hand a quick squeeze before loading her own handgun with the only full clip she had remaining. Stupid zombie dog.

Billy grinned at her touch as he went to reload his shotgun, counting how many shells he had remaining. Twelve remained, plus he had the magnum tucked away in his back jeans pocket. He had only four bullets left for that, emergencies only for sure.

They all readied their weapons and left the small room, preparing themselves for the horrors that lay ahead.

So, I had this crazy idea to base the locations part of the story on Richard and Rebecca's file on the "RE: Umbrella Chronicles". I thought it would be slightly better for fitting into the story, as well as making more sense as to how they meet up with Alpha team. Not all of it is based on RE:UC, but because this scene appears in it, I thought you guys would get it more.

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