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Someone was pulling her, male, blond hair, blue eyes… what was his name. She knew she should remember his name. What was it? Ah, it didn't matter now, she couldn't stop and try to think of it. For some reason they were in a hurry. She could barely keep up now. If she slowed down he would be dragging her.
Why were they running? Who was chasing them? What was going on? She couldn't remember anything. His face though seemed so familiar.
A voice was yelling something. She looked at him. Male, salt and pepper hair, black shades, red trench coat… who was he? He also seemed familiar. She should remember him. Another voice, another person… female, blond hair, green eyes… so familiar.
Screeching… inhuman… she ran. The blond male grabbed her hand. They ran together. What was it? Where was it? Behind them? To their sides waiting to ambush? In front…
Something, no someone, or not… jumped in front of them… humanoid, gray, muscular… large claw… red eyes… mass of tissue below its shoulder…
The blond male pulled a long dark shiny object and stood in front of her. He held one end of the object against his shoulder and pointed it at the humanoid thing… It made a loud booming noise and the humanoid thing stepped back. He pointed it again and done something… she couldn't remember. Then there were more loud noises. The thing was in pain, or not. It fell to one knee.
The blond male grabbed her and began to run. He was saying something, but she couldn't understand, the words were foreign to her.
Something with numbers flashed in her mind 08:00. What did that mean? Voices, red flashing lights, sirens flashed in her mind, what was going on? Why couldn't she remember?
Beach… dock… boat… getting in the boat… water… the blond male holding her… her friends sitting close… were they her friends? Who were they? Screaming… waving… getting on a large ship… dressing… talking to men in suits… going to bed… the blond male holding her… waking up alone… crying… her friends weren't there… they, they had to be her friends...
Cold steel pressed against her neck… something sharp poking the back of her neck… being carried… cold metal table… restraints… something sharp poking her arm… needles filled with a blue liquid… men talking… cold cell… hospital beds… gurneys… I.V's… blood.
Dark… cold… wet…
Yuna… I'm Yuna… Tidus… Rikku… Auron… Lulu… Wakka… Kimahri?
Dark… cold… wet…
Island… Umbrella… T-Virus… Infected… Carriers… Monsters… Group… Leader… Cid… Friends… A man with strange blue hair…
Dark… cold… wet…
Umbrella's fault…
Dark… cold… wet…
"I'm the last left here. The food supply is almost out. I'm infected. Changing. I can't remember my own father's name. It's ironic, I used to not believe in anything beyond my own knowledge, now I realize that there is more to life than trying to develop the most powerful biological weapon, especially when it has unforeseen consequences.. Wesker would have a heart attack if he knew, but the girl deserves a chance. Cancel the sedative feed, cancel the tranquilizer feed, Activate Program Yuna. That's the last thing I can do after taking part in sending the world to hell."
Dark… cold… wet…
Suddenly…
It was cold, very cold and wet. She tried to move but couldn't, everything hurt. She could hear feint sounds but couldn't place what they were. She tried to move again and it felt like her skin would ignite in flames if she tried that again. She tried to open her eyes but something was blocking them shut.
Then she heard a voice saying something. The words were muffled and she couldn't understand them. She felt something move. Then whatever it was that was holding her up was gone and she fell. Her legs landed softly on something cold and slimy. Then something moved from her arms, then legs, then head. Then she opened her eyes.
She was in some kind of glass tube. The front was open. She tried to get up, tried to stand but her legs were too weak. She tried again, this time holding to the walls of the tube. She stepped out.
The air was cold, and damp, something smelled really bad. She wrapped her arms tight around her naked body. Computers lined the walls the Umbrella symbol swirling together on every one of them. There was a man lying on the floor wearing a white lab coat, a single gunshot wound to the head being the cause of death. The gun was still by his hand.
Her legs was still shaky, but she moved forward. She kneeled by the corpse and picked up his gun, ejected the clip, it was empty. She kept the gun anyway. She would need to find clothes, first. Then she could leave this place. Once out she would call Tidus, Lulu, and Rikku. They would be happy to hear from her, unless they thought she was dead. How long had she been here?
She walked out of the room. There was no one around. Which could mean escaping would be easier. She walked down the hall opening every door she saw. Finally she found a room that probably was someone's sleeping quarters. She walked in, found a closet, male clothing hung in the closet. All of these were way too big. She left the room.
The next room was a man's also but the clothes weren't as big. She put on a tee-shirt, some jeans, and a pair of socks. The shoes were way too big so she left them and left the room.
After a while she found a pair of shoes and a fully loaded M4. She walked around inside the facility for what seemed like hours, without seeing anything. Eventually she found an elevator, but it was stuck on another floor.
By the time she found a stairway leading up her legs were cramping. It took her a while to make it up the stairs, but when she did she wasn't too disappointed. No one was waiting to ambush her, it was like the Umbrella employees all had left the facility. Maybe the virus had got out in the lab. Maybe her friends had tried to rescue her but had been killed. Maybe one of the BOWs had escaped. Maybe…
Upstairs was more like a hospital, it seemed sterile, quite and cold. She walked through the vacant halls before finding a computer that was left on. Hoping maybe to find a map of the facility she walked over to it. The file that was left open was titled: Program Yuna.
She sit down at the desk and began reading. This could be what they had done to her:
Program Yuna:
Admitted for observation May 18, 1997. Suspected contamination with the T-Virus.
The antivirus was administered less than three hours after subject was admitted.
May 21, 1997
The subject has shown no signs of infection.
May 25, 1997
At seven AM this morning the subject was injected with a lethal dose of the T-Virus. No symptoms as of yet.
May 30, 1997
It seems we have stumbled upon a rare case, Project Yuna. She seems to be bonding with the T-Virus. Something we have seen in less than two fifths of the cases.
June 10, 1997
Today we injected the subject with an experimental serum known as the T-Veronica virus.
July 15, 1997
No change.
October 10, 1997
No change.
November 10, 1997
No change.
December 10, 1997
No change.
January 10, 1998
The subject seems to have gained the ability to heal others. Three days ago there was an incident in the B-4 basement labs. A specimen we all call Henry got loose and bit one of the scientists while it was infected. Henry was caught and injected with the antivirus. The scientist made it into the hall and into Program Yuna's quarantine area screaming about being infected. Program Yuna sit straight up although she was sedated and mumbled a few words, a strange light came out of her and into the scientist. When we examined the scientist his bite wound was healed. Dr. Seymour wouldn't let us give that poor man the antivirus. The strange thing is he hasn't shown any symptoms of infection yet, and its been three days. Dr. Seymour sent several more infected specimens into Program Yuna's room with the same results. I guess having her around is as good as having all the antivirus you can carry.
"What?" Yuna says stepping away from the computer. She resumes looking for the exit again. After a while she finds one. Once outside all she can see is sand. Thinking that the facility is in the desert she begins walking.
After a while she sees an old truck halfway covered in sand. She walks up to it and dusts as much sand as she can off before trying to open the door. She pulls and tugs before the door opens. Inside she sees a set of keys on a pile of old newspapers. She picks them up and looks at the headlines in shock:
October 01, 1999
THE DEAD WALK!
October 8, 1999
IS IT THE END?
October 15, 1999
LAST 'SAFE ZONE' FALLS!
October 22, 1999
FINAL RADIO BROADCAST HITS AIRWAYS!
October 29, 1999
THE END IS HERE!
Something moves out in the distance gaining her attention. At first she thinks its some one, or several some ones, but after a while the crowd gets close enough for her to see that they are all infected, and look like they have been infected for some time. Yuna turns around and heads back inside the lab.
Once back inside, she goes deeper into the lab. After a while she finds what looks like a safe enough room and sits down. This cannot be good, the News Paper, had the headline "The End Is Here" weighing in her mind heavily. She wonders what day it is, what time it is, how long its been, is she the only person left alive. She wishes she could have read the rest of the article, but those things didn't hardly give her time.
Suddenly she hears a gunshot from somewhere, followed by another, and another. She begins following the sounds. After some time she arrives at a room with several, now completely dead, zombies. She carefully steps over them and makes her way to the only other door in the room. She opens the door slowly…
