Jake slowly started to make his way to the blondes residence. If things did not go well with Sherry, at least he would have to walk back to the bar for his bike. It would give him a good chance to cool down before tearing out into the street on his bike. Last thing he needed was a ticket or to screw up his wheels. "Although at this point I think I would give up that beautiful death machine if it meant that Sherry wouldn't try to shot me." He whispered to himself as he tried to think of what to tell her, whistling along the way.

Grabbing the napkin that Leon wrote the address on from his pocket he began to feel nervous. Double checking the numbers on the apartment building he knew he was in the right place. What he didn't know was what to tell Sherry. Thirty goddamn minutes of intense thinking had him nowhere.

Trudging up the stairs, he felt his feet grow heavy. His mother's voice echoed through his mind. 'If anything is ever worth doing, always try your best. That way no matter what happens, you really can't regret the ending.'

Standing outside of Sherry Birkin's door was probably the most nerve-wrecking thing that the young soldier of fortune had ever done. 'And that's saying something…' he sighed as he went to knock on the door.

Pulling back his hand, he grunted angrily. "Why the hell did I leave her like that? What the hell am I even going to say?"

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Sherry was glad that she was beginning to move on. The fresh air and a jog around the neighborhood really cleared her mind. Turning off her mp3 player she looked up just in time to see a tall man in all black enter her building.

Her breathe caught in her chest. Heart pounding. She would know that man anywhere. She was without a doubt, one-hundred percent sure that the man who just entered her building was none other than Jake Muller.

'Why is he here?' she thought, her emotions in turmoil now. How could one man do this to her? She had just felt so wonderful, but now her stomach was a mess. She was slightly shaking. 'I need to get a hold of myself. I helped literally save the world. This should be child's play.'

Without thinking, Sherry found her legs carrying her towards the door. It was probably better this way; she could not talk herself into chickening out. Doing a quick recon, she had found that Jake had already ascended the first flight of stairs. Creeping slowly up her steps she thanked the heavens that she had taken the time that she had to get completely comfortable with this place when she had first moved in. Hours of walking around in the dark, memorizing as much as she possibly could in case of an emergency. Thank the heavens for paranoia. It had definitely paid off.

Peaking around the corner she made sure to stay in Jakes blind spot in case he had paused on the second floor. Hearing the creaks of a person ascending to the third floor she knew she was safe to make her way up quietly to the third floor. Making her way to the top, she made sure to hide behind the washer and dryer that were at the beginning of the hallway for residents on the third floor. Due to them being broke down, the one other resident that was currently living across the hall from her used the ones on the second floor. Meaning that, she did not have to worry about alarms going off and drawing attention to her location.

"Why the hell did I leave her like that? What the hell am I even going to say?"

Sherry drew a quick hand to her mouth to keep her squeak of nervousness under wraps.

'He came to apologize…?' Sherry felt her stomach twist into knots. If Jake Muller thought that he could just walk back into her life and say sorry, a few times he had another thing coming. Sherry just hoped she was strong enough to stick to her guns.

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Leon hailed a cab and instructed the driver to Helena's. His Partner had not been fairing well at all. Helena, along with Chris, had been having trouble coping. Leon was not all right himself. Not by a long shot.

BANG!

'I still can't believe I shot you Adam.' That day ran through his mind. Shooting a zombie was one thing. He had learned how to deal with that (too a point). In the end, you did not know that person. They were a random stranger and fight or flight kicked in. The only thing they shared with a human was how they looked. They were shells. That person was gone. No attachment to a city of undead that you never even knew their names.

' …but Adam was different. A long time friend. Attachment. Even though his mind was gone and all that remained was a flesh-eating monster… His face…' Leon sighed. 'Even when his face was disfigured, all that I could see was Adam. A friend.'

Pulling up at Helena's he handed the cabbie a twenty and told him to keep the change. Standing in the parking lot and watching the cab drive away he thought about what happened shortly after her shot his friend, the former Commander and Chief. He had meet Helena.

He couldn't hold this against her. In the beginning it was easy, but as he got farther and farther into that hellish nightmare with Helena and the others he began to understand why she did what she did. Not only that she had a change of heart and did right by herself and everyone involved to try and stop it. Simmons was the one that had stood in the way of that. Simmons was the one that had started all of this. All of this laid on the shoulders of a dead man who could not answer for what he did. He had the easy way out. Death was the best way to go though. Simmons alive meant that he had a chance to exploit and hurt other people.

Knocking on the door he waited for Helena to open it. By the sound of things falling over and what sounded like slurs from Helena Leon opened the door and let himself in. His assumption had been right. Helena was drunk already for the day…

AN: Thanks to everyone being patient with me as I learn the ropes of FF.

As for the people who have followed and reviewed already... THANK YOU! :)

I was very worried about this, but to see that many people have already looked at my story is awesome. TY all. :)