Disclaimer- I only own the plot, the characters Citrine, Mariah and Candice. Everything else belongs to Capcom.

Chris growled, slamming his fist into his desk, breaking the skin on his knuckles, jaw clenched, everyone looked at him, but not even bothering to ask about his sudden outburst. There on the floor lay a broken picture frame which held a picture of him and his sister Claire last Christmas, the glass was cracked since it had fallen to the ground. Sighing Barry picked up the picture frame and grinned at the picture, hoping to cheer Chris up. "Hey is this a picture of you and Claire?" Chris nodded slowly, not looking at his long time friend. Barry grinned again, looking back at the picture. "Claire's getting cuter and cuter every time I see her." He said as Joseph walked by and snatched it from him, looking at the picture.

"Yeah man your sister's hot."

"DAMMIT FROST THAT'S NOT HELPING!" Chris hollered, spinning around to face the bandana wearing S.T.A.R.S member. Startled Joseph accidentally dropped the picture, glass shattering this time. Growling in frustration Chris picked up the broken frame as Jill began to pick up the broken pieces. Joseph watched as Jill managed to pick up every little piece without slicing her fingers open.

Giving Chris tissue Rebecca watched as he dabbed gingerly at the cuts on his hand. Before reaching into her med kit for bandages. "Here Chris." She said walking up to him and taking his injured hand in hers. Chris was leaving in a day; there had been so much she wanted to tell him. But couldn't find it in her to tell him as she moved away.

"Let me guess…chief Irons?" Jill said, scratching at her arm. Chris glared at her but remained silent. Joseph snickered and nudged Jill.

"Definitely a Chief Irons matter here, we best just leave him alone until he cools off." He suggested. Jill nodded and took his hand in hers leaving Chris to be alone. Once everybody had left, Chris looked down at the shattered picture of him and his sister. How he desperately wanted to tell her what was going on but, she would never believe that he or any of the others had just survived a house full of fleshing eating zombies or other such monsters that would be better suited in really old black and white horror movies, or sci-fi novels. Not in some old abandoned mansion in the outskirts of the city. She would probably just chuckle and tell him to stop eating four week old Chinese food or however long Chinese food lasted, before bed.

That and he didn't know if she would, or would not come here to Raccoon City. What if there is another outbreak? Then Claire will find out the horror you had to endure. He thought, putting the picture back on his desk, reaching into his pocket, for the letter he would have Rebecca give to the others when he was gone. Placing that on the desk, he left the room, noticing Joseph and Jill standing in one end of the hallway, standing awfully close to each other. Paying them no heed Chris walked down the stairs.

"Hey Redfield!" Someone hollered from behind him, growling as he recognized the voice, turning around he saw Raymond standing there looking smug, two of his subordinates standing on either side of him. Arthur on his left and Dorian to his right both looking equal smug as the older man in between. Sauntering over to the ex-pilot, adjusting his cap as he got in Chris' face.

"What do you want?" Chris growled. Raymond grinned and grabbed Chris by the collar of his shirt dragging him closer to him.

"Oh, nothing." Raymond said, smirking. "Just wanted to look into the eyes of someone who I always suspected of turning of his team mates." "Raymond sneered.

"Yeah first in the air force and now in S.T.A.R.S." Arthur added, causing the trio to burst out laughing. Just as someone tapped Arthur on the shoulder. "Huh?" Arthur murmured, spinning around. Only to get a fist in the face, the other two officers turned around in surprise, to see Kevin Ryman standing over his dazed victim.

"Ryman!" Raymond shouted, eyes nearly popping out of his skull. Kevin grinned at the older man. "God dammit Ryman I'm gonna have you suspended for this!" He screamed as Kevin moved to stand at Chris' side. "And as for you!" He said turning to face Chris once again. "I can't wait till we get enough evidence to lock you and your friends away for good." Before turning away from them and headed down the hall. Arthur and Dorian close behind.

"Thanks." Chris said, nodding to Kevin, who gave him a hearty slap on the back.

"No problem pal, I've been itchin' to get on Raymond's nerves all day." Suddenly Kevin became serious. "Listen about all these rumours floating around the precinct…just forget about it okay? Some of us don't believe it, by some of us I mean Rita, me and Marvin. Everyone else are just a bunch of kiss asses to chief Irons, don't let it get to you." Kevin reassured his friend, patting his friend on the back again. Chris gave him a small smile, watching as the police officer began to walk away.

"Hey Kev!" He called to him. Kevin looked over his shoulder, waiting for him to speak. "If things get worst, like in this city…try and get out alive okay?"

Grinning Kevin gave him a thumbs up before heading back into the office. Chris giving a longing sigh as he turned and left the building, once outside he gave the building one last look. A lot of good memories here, he would miss it, sighing once again Chris headed for his car. Maybe things would be all right in Raccoon, but he and the others could not stay, not with Umbrella on their tails, not with Umbrella still standing. Putting the keys in the ignition Chris drove to his home to pack.

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Joseph sighed, his thumb brushing against Jill's bottom lip, eager to kiss her right there and now, but they had promised each other, that no matter how much they wanted to be together they couldn't, not yet. Swatting his hand away Jill gave him a sympathetic smile, before resting her head on his shoulder. But sometimes it was just so hard. Just as Barry walked over to then, scratching at his beard. "Hey lovebirds get a room yeah?" He joked. Jill grinned and pushed herself off of Joseph before walking over to the older man.

"So when are you and Chris leaving?" Jill asked.

"Well he's leaving in a day; got the plane ticket in his pocket and me, Joseph and Rebecca are leaving in a couple of days. Well Rebecca will be going on a whole different mission so she and the other will catch up with us when they can." Barry looked at her. "And how about you?" He asked.

Jill sighed. "I'll catch up when I can Barry, hopefully nothing happens till then." She said. "And Brad took off before us huh? To be frank I don't blame him, in fact I don't have the heart to call him Chicken heart anymore, after the stories Marvin told me, standing up to Chief Irons and kicking Ryman's ass. Boy he's changed." Joseph said.

"Yeah…did he take the girls with him do you know?" Jill asked.

"No!" Someone said, looking down the stairs, they saw the girls walking up to meet them. "Guys what are you doing here, I thought Brad had taken you out of the city." Jill said surprised. Citrine shook her head, pushing her glasses back up on to her face.

"We wanted to go with you guys." She said looking to Barry and Joseph. Joseph looked to Barry, who looked right back at him. Joseph merely shrugged his shoulders and chuckled slightly as Barry sighed.

"That means we'll have to get you guys tickets-" He was cut off, as Mariah pulled out three plane tickets out of her pocket and handed them to Joseph. Barry chuckled at Joseph's dumbfounded look as he handed the tickets to Barry to look at. Barry examined each one of them before handing them back to Mariah, who pocketed them once again.

"Very well, I don't see why not." Barry said with a shrug of his shoulders. Mariah and the others grinned.

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Itchy…he was itchy and he didn't know why, what was happening to him. Looking down at his arm, when he had been scratching, a large chunk of skin had fallen off. The smell was making him hungry. He then eyed the hand he had been scratching with, eying the bandage used to cover up a bite wound he had received three days ago. Maybe he should go to a doctor, opening the door, he walked outside. "Michael?" He heard a voice say, turning around he saw his mother standing there, looking worried. He could smell her, she smelled…good, really good. Growling he lunged at her, knocking her to the ground, his teeth sinking into her right arm, tearing off a large chunk of flesh. Screaming his mother tried to fight him, but failed as he tore another piece from her right shoulder. Screaming the struggling woman reached for the closest thing to her to use as a weapon. Finding a nearby flower pot, bashing the thing, she could no longer call it her son, her son was dead.

The creature groaned as the pot was smashed over its head, breaking into pieces. The creature toppled to the side before she got to her feet and got back inside, slamming the door and locking it as she did so. Blood poured down her arm, the pain was excruciating and she felt dizzy. Resting against the door, she whimpered, what had just happened? What had happened to her son? He was a monster. A…zombie. A zombie like in those horror movies shed used to watch when she was a kid. Suddenly there was a scratching at the door. Jumping back in fright. Slowly backing away, she headed for the kitchen where the phone was. Catching a glimpse of her son outside. Just as he caught sight of her from where he stood. Screaming again, she tripped over the edge of the rug, falling face first onto the floor. Groaning she got to her feet, her lip bleeding. Reaching for the phone, Michael pounding on the window, demanding entrance. Moaning hungrily.

SMASH!

She looked behind her, as the zombified form of her son smashed through the window and got to his feet. Drool dribbled down his chin, arms outstretched as he shambled over to her as she reached for the phone again. And began to dial with trembling fingers.

SMASH!

She looked toward the back door, screaming as two more of the undead creatures broke the door down. How could she have not known they were at the back door, how could she not have heard? She pushed that thought aside as she looked at the two zombies behind her and the one in front of her. She was trapped and hurt as blood dripped down her fingers on the tiles. The phone upstairs, she would be able to lock her self in her bedroom. Taking a deep breath she tackled the first zombie, knocking it down and headed for the stairs. Taking them two at a time. Before coming to her bedroom. Slamming the door shut and locking it. Before making her way over to the phone that was on the nightstand. Her fingers trembling, leaving bloody finger prints on the numbers as she did so. Those creatures moans echoing up to her from down the stairs.

"Hello, nine one one what is your emergency?"

"Help I need a-"

SMASH!!

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Marvin couldn't believe that this was happening again. Rita was at his side looking worried as he felt before stopping at the house they were supposed to be at, before opening his door, Rita following close behind. The windows were smashed, probably from someone throwing something at it. And there were blood stains on the porch and smears of blood on the front door. Slowly walking up the steps, noticing pieces of broken ceramic and dirt on the ground as well. Knocking on the door Marvin waited for someone to answer, hand on his holster. Something definitely not right. Nodding to Rita the two of them kicked the door down, and was greeted by nothing but darkness and eerie silence. Unholstering the guns and retrieving their flash lights the two slowly made their way into the house.

This is the police is anyone there?" Marvin yelled, when he spotted movement from behind the couch. His heart pounding as he moved to see what it was. Just as there was a loud shrieking noise, causing Marvin to jump back as he saw something run past him and stop at the base of the stairs. A lone black and white cat hissed at him before tearing up the stairs.

"Cat." Marvin sighed as Rita rejoined him, looking surprised as he felt.

"Nobody in the kitchen or the basement." Rita reported to him.

"Nobody in the living room either, guess it's time to look upstairs." Marvin said, looking up the flight of stairs. Nodding Rita followed Marvin; it was cold up here, indicating that the owners of the house had left a window open. And the smell of…both their hearts stopped…blood. Coming to a bedroom door, Marvin opened it and groaned. There on the bed lay the body of a woman, chunks of skin torn from her body. Marvin got a closer look at one of the wounds and cursed.

"What is it Marvin?" Rita asked, standing at his side.

"Take a look at these and tell me what they look like to you Rita." He said, moving out of the way so that she could see. Hearing Rita gasp as she examined those wounds.

"Look human right? Those bite marks?" Marvin asked. Nodding Rita took a deep breath. "Good then I'm not going crazy, I'll call for an ambulance. I want you to search the back yard and talk to the neighbours; maybe somebody saw or heard something." Marvin suggested.

Nodding to him Rita headed down stairs. The murders were happening again.

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Citrine sighed as she rested against the head rest, glasses in her pocket, eyes closed; she had purchased a book while the others were looking at magazines. Reading the title it was Steven Brust's novel Dragon, pretty good read for not being the first book in the series. Book in her lap Citrine closed her eyes again, somewhere behind her Candice and Mariah whispered to each other as they read their magazines.

"Hey." Someone said, nudging her out of her relaxed state. Looking to her right, she saw Joseph looking down at her, a game boy color in his hands.

"What?" Citrine asked. If he asks me hoe to get Bulbasaur in pokemon yellow one more time I'm gonna smack him but good. She thought, irritably.

"My pikachu's not happy, how do I make it happy again?" Joseph asked sheepishly.

"Keep winning battles…I think." Citrine muttered.

"Okay thanks." Joseph said returning to his game. "Hey another quick question…"

"What?"

"What levels do charmander, bulbasaur, squirtle and pidgey evolve at?"

Citrine sighed and here she thought she was a pokemon dork. "Charmander, squirtle, bulbasaur level…sixteen. I think pidgey level eighteen now quit bugging me I'm trying to sleep."

"Okay sorry." Joseph said, returning to his game. As Citrine turned to the window, book clutched to her chest, eyes closed as she slowly drifted off to sleep. Wondering what awaited her and the others in Europe.

I need sleep.