Chapter 2

It didn't take long after the fall of the Umbrella Corporation for their bio weapons to end up in the hands of terrorists.

A new era of bioterrorism descended upon vulnerable countries, shifting the balance of power throughout the region.

People in the destabilized areas soon feared that an incident like Raccoon City was inevitable...

They were exhausted from the constant running and hiding from he villagers. Chris could see that Sheva was soaked in sweat as she ran next to him in an almost-matching pace. He then looked down at himself and saw his drenched clothes. If only his sister could see him now, he could picture Claire screaming at him from the way he looked.

He could tell by the way he felt, that he looked like shit. Covered in dirt and sweat, it felt absolutely disgusting. But that's what happened in his job. No matter where he went, he always got filthy. It would take him days to smell like a normal man again. How he wished he had the luxury of having toiletries and deodorant. Especially deodorant.

The two ran up close to a building and sighed, it was hot outside, and they could get sick from it. Sunstroke would not be a good thing to get right now.

"Chris..." muttered Sheva as she looked at an armored truck, a few villagers were surrounding it and talking.

"What is it?" Chris replied, barely above a whisper.

"Don't know, but ma-"

The truck started rocking violently, making the villagers run away taking cover.

What the hell...

Chris and Sheva watched the truck rip apart, relieving what once looked like a bat. Chris stared at the monstrosity as it stretched it's warped wings and heard it screech.

It's almost like that bat Rebecca and Billy had fought-

It leaped a bit and screeched more. The bat was gargantuan, it must have been around eight-hundred pounds by the looks of it.

"Look Chris, it has some sort of dangling sac there," pointed out Sheva as she watched it.

Chris took out his sniper rifle and looked at the oddity.

"Hmm..." he said as he tried to get a good look. The beast leaped a bit and the sac flew forward, relieving the underside of it. "Bingo," smirked Redfield as he watched at the sac move again, "some exposed tissue there..."

Chris fired a round into the soft spot and heard the infected bat screech in pain. "Sheva," he ordered, "Shoot the tissue under the sac." he shot another round into the monster and watched it try to lift off of the gournd.

"Oh no you, don't." said Sheva as she raised her triple barreled shotgun. The 'Hydra' packed a powerful punch and ripped a good chunk of tissue out of the sac. The bat screeched and started charging right at them. The two dodged and rolled out of the way.

Chris made a hand gesture to Sheva and she nodded. The B.S.A.A. agent ran a few feet back and started shooting the bat with her glock 17. The bullets barely scratched the monster as it started heading over to her. She whipped out the Hydra again and started pumping shells into it's sac.

The creature screeched and stopped for a second, it's sac was bleeding profusely. Chris ran up beside it and stabbed his machete into the bloodied tissue. He shoved it deep inside and cut the sac off it it's body. The bat still didn't die, so Sheva walked up to it and shot point-blank with her shotgun.

The bat screeched and fell over dead, it's wound still flowing out blood like a river.

"Gross." said Chris as he pulled his blade out of it's meat. It was covered with a sickly looking pus and blood. He walked over to the water well and started pulling up a bucket of water. The 'water' didn't look very quenching either, so Chris dumped the bucket onto his machete to clean it off.

"Here, have some, " said Sheva as she pulled a flask of water out of her pack. It was warm, but it was better than nothing. Chris looked at ther flask and smiled, "You can have it. I have my own." he patted his canteen and stood up.

Sheva smiled and took a hearty sip of water and sighed. It felt good to have the water go down her parched throat. She wished that she could have another one, but she was conserving it. Sheva looked at Chris and saw him do the same to his own canteen. She watched his face make a pained look and he coughed.

"Sore throat, huh?" she was used to the climate in Africa, unlike the older Redfield.

"More like raw throat, but I'll deal with it."

Sheva looked around and smiled, "I have a cure for that." she walked over to a tree and picked a leaf. The she walked back and handed it to him. "Eat this."

Chris looked down at the leaf and then back up at Sheva. "...What is it?" he stared at the questionable leaf more.

"It's a leaf from a Eucalyptus tree. They use eucalyptus oil in cough drops."

Chris smiled and took the leaf in his fingers, "Cough drops. huh? Thanks Sheva..." he stuck the leaf in his mouth and cringed,

It was strong.

He chewed on the leaf and swallowed, his throat did feel a lot better from it. Chris grabbed a handful of leaves and stuffed them in his side pack. Who knows when he might need them again?

"You can also use the leaf oil as deodorant. Just an FYI for you." said Sheva with a chuckle. She pointed to Chris's soaked armpits and smiled.

"Very funny, Sheva. Very funny." he picked up his machete and placed it back in the sheath. "Let's head out, I'm sure we're not alone..."

Chris looked up at the roof of the building and froze. The so-called Plague Doctor was perched on the roof and looked down at them. It's raven mask hid the face that it belonged to.

After Sheva had previously told him that it was called the 'Plague Doctor', visions of middle school flashed through his mind.

"Christopher, what was the duty of a Plague Doctor during the Bubonic Plague?"

Chris Redfield looked up at the teacher and shrugged, "I dunno ma'am." he looked back down at his spider-man comic and started reading again. The teacher walked over to him and snatched the comic book off of his text book. She then took a ruler and slammed it down on the book.

"Here. Read."

Chris groaned and looked down at the pages, "A plague doctor's duties were often limited to visiting victims to verify whether they had been afflicted or not. Surviving records of contracts drawn up between cities and plague doctors often gave the plague doctor enormous latitude and heavy financial compensation, given the risk of death involved for the plague doctor himself. Most plague doctors were essentially volunteers, as qualified doctors had (usually) already fled, knowing they could do nothing for those affected." he took a gasp of air and looked down at the picture in the book.

It looked like a giant bird dressed in a mens cloak. Chris stared at it and shook his head, why does he have to learn about something that was over six-hundred years ago?

Redfield stared at the being that was reflecting the same gaze towards him. The tension between the two flared and Chris took a step forward. Only a few people knew how to get him intimidated like that.

Chris took another step forward and watched the Plague Doctor stand still. It was waiting for him to get close.

"Chris, we have to go!" shouted Sheva as she pointed back to the villagers. They were running right towards them with weapons in hand.

Chris looked up at the being again and smirked, "Until next time." he then nodded and started to run off with Sheva right behind him.

The mysterious Plague Doctor watched them, with a smile hidden behind it's mask.

"Until next time, Chris."

A/N: Yay, new update! I had to do a bit of research for it, but that's ok. I enjoyed doing it. I thought I was going to write the fight scene between Chris, Sheva, and Bird Woman, but I changed my mind XD I want to do that later on though.

I hope you guys liked the new chapter. As always, if you guys have any complaints/ideas, just message/review. Thanks for all of the reviews I received for the first chapter, you guys rock! :D