Her New Beginning

The door to safety is locked, and you can nevermore return.

Now there is only fear to contend with.

Enter the survival horror.

SUMMARY: When she awoke, she had only foggy memories. She remembered herself clearly and her friends foggily, but she knew she could never see them again. Never. But she also felt a certain sense of belonging, and that is what brought her to be involved with the ex-S.T.A.R.S and other survivors.

RATING: T

AUTHORESS'S NOTE: Holy fuck. This is alreadyover ten-thousand words!? (stares at computer screen) Two chapters, only about a week… fuckin' hell, I need a life. (laughs) Alright, all jokingness aside, so far with the two chapters it's 43 pages and over twelve-thousand words. I love this fanfic… Anyway, to the third chapter! In this one we see more demise darkening the group's morale and they encounter the bane of all Director's Cut players, the…DUN DUN DUUUUN! Hunters!

CHAPTER TITLE: Oh Fuck! Hunters!

As the majority of the group relaxed on the patio furniture of a house that had the windows and doors boarded up, Kit and Erin standing guard as Taylor passed out the rations, and they chowed down.

She approached the redhead, who was ignoring the eating of her friends in favor of counting the shells she had left, and reloading her weapons. "Kit?"

She tapped the redhead twice on the shoulder, and was wordlessly met with Kit's eyes as the girl turned her head only slightly.

"Yes?" The hollow tone made Jesse wince. It was hard to see Kit draw into herself like this, but it was somehow better than seeing her break down. She was too strong for that, in their eyes.

"Aren't you going to eat?" The redhead shook her head, and then turned her gaze back to the road in front of her. "Kit, you need to eat."

"No I don't." She winced at the steely tone, before she gave a smile of amusement at the redhead's stomach stubbornly proving the girl wrong as it grumbled in retort to its master's denying it food when others were eating around her.

"Yes, you do. You didn't eat at lunch, like the rest of us. Eat." She shoved a pack of dried fruit and a pack of crackers into the other female's hands, and left to go whisper to and comfort Jesse. The redhead stared at her hands, and a small smile creeped onto her face even though Taylor had blatantly ignored her. 'Alright, Taylor… You win this time.' She whispered in her mind then slipped the crackers into her backpack, making sure the shotgun shells wouldn't crush them.

She had her handgun in her hands, and her shotgun was sticking out of her book bag, ready to be grabbed at a moment's notice. She was glad she was double-jointed now, because there would have been the dilemma of how to carry all the weapons if she wasn't able to twist her arm that far back.

'Alright,' she thought as she laid the handgun on her lap and opened the pack of dried fruit, 'I have twenty-eight shotgun shells, and forty-five handgun bullets, including what's in my guns. I better switch back to my paper cutter… Ammunition can be used up rather quickly in these types of situations.' She thought as she chewed, gears in her brain cranking.

It wastrue. How many times had she died while playing Code Veronica X due to the fact she ran out of ammo? How many times had she died in the GameCube Remake due to the same thing? She was treading on dangerously thin ice here, and if she took one little misstep it would either cost her life or—even worse—her friends' lives. She refused to let that happen when she had a say in it.

She ate about half of the pack of dried fruit, loving the taste. "Mmm…" She'd always loved fruit, though, dried or not. It just usually wasn't in high supply at her house, that's all. She froze before somewhat stiffly closing the three-quarters full bag and putting it into her backpack. 'How can I find small pleasures like tasty food in a hell like this?' Her dark, warm brown eyes scanned the skies, which were pale blue and had fluffy white clouds dotting it here and there. 'Right. No matter what happens in a concentrated area, life still goes on around it.' She reminded herself, before getting off the stump she'd been sitting on.

"Alright. Is everyone ready to move out?" She asked gruffly, face set in stone.

"Are you alright, Kit?" Jesse asked, standing. "You're kinda…Acting cold." The other guys nodded shyly.

"None of your business, Jesse, alright? I'm just thinking." She snapped the first part, but at the second her face smoothed out and adopted a softer look about it. "This is just an impossible situation. Each minute brings more infection into the town and closer to us, lessening our chances of survival exponentially.

He seemed taken aback for a moment before smiling and poking her in the side, making her squeak and jump to the side. "You're still the same Kit. Alright, I'm ready."

"Move out." She spoke softly, and soon the patio furniture lay empty, as they'd found it before their rest.

--

"Hmm… Oh, not good." Kit murmured as they came to an intersection. In front of them a building had collapsed, burning. Probably someone had gotten the bright idea that fire hurt these things better than regular bullets then had gone overboard. The only way were the two streets, one dead end and one that went off at a sharp corner.

There were houses lining the sides of the streets and they all stood ominously silent, but Kit knew in this part of town there were many, many people who hunted. 'Do I risk their lives for ammo or should I just say to hell with it only to run out of bullets sooner rather than later?'At the faraway but still chilling scream of a hunter and Licker apparently fighting each other for food, she made her decision resolutely.

"Hey! Alright, we need to split into two groups." She spoke up, and Erin gasped.

"That never works in the games, Kit, splitting up is a horrible idea!" She shook the redhead by the shoulders.

"Relax, Erin." The redhead pried her twin-like friend's hands off her shoulders which ached from the frightened, vise-like grip of the viridian eyed brunette. "In the games, remember, it was always that you were all by yourself or with a useless other person. However, each group will have a gun and have more than two people."

Erin didn't seem sure, but she trusted the Masagobi. "Alright. Sounds like an okay plan."

"The basics of this endeavor are to get into the houses, get the ammo and weapons if you can, get the hell out. Any questions?" Her eyebrow rose a bit when Kimberly raised her hand tentatively.

"Can I go that direction?" She pointed to the dead end and Kit nodded.

"Yeah, sure. Alright, my group is Alpha team. Nathan, Taylor, Jesse, and I are on this team. Team two, Erin's team is Bravo team. It will consist of Erin, Kimberly, and Kenneth. Sound good?"

"Yeah!" Everyone cheered quietly, determined to not gain any unwanted attention.

"Alright then! Split up and move out to cover more ground and secure more supplies." She ordered in a commanding tone and the two groups split from each other, going opposite ways. One down a dead end street, the other onto a much longer, probably more dangerous road that they would secure for an escape route.

--

With Bravo team, Kimberly was feeling around in her trouser pocket. "Hey! I have my iPod!" She shouted in happiness and Erin shot her a glance that told her to be quiet.

"It's a bad idea," She warned. "If you can't hear what's around you, you're as good as dead."

"But… I'm gonna go crazy if I don't listen to something other than—…" The mousy-brown haired, blue-eyed short girl was cut off, wincing at a scream of agony that was so shrill and bloodcurdlingly loud it probably carried from over several blocks over. "That." She finished off.

"Fine. But it's your funeral," The brunette shrugged. She couldn't force the other girl to not listen to her iPod, and Kit had said that other people shaped their own destinies—which also apparently included inviting death with a wide welcome such as that.

"Okay, okay!" The girl waved off and plugged in the iPod's ear buds into her ears and turned it way up, listening to Greenday's 'Jesus of Suburbia', one of the songs which had one of the more wacky videos.

As they wandered into a house Kim kept having a dark knot appear in her stomach and a lump in her throat. But she ignored it and cranked it up to maximum volume. A whole three bars.

--

Alpha team walked cautiously down the street, Kit leading them in front with her paper cutter out and her guns put away.

"Kit…" Taylor started. "Is all of the other team gonna come back?"

"…" She didn't know what to tell the girl wearing that overly large male tweed blazer. 'Should I tell her the stone-cold truth? It's harsh to do that… but…Argh. I hate this, why should I have to sugar coat anything for anyone?' She groused the last bit in her mind. "…They might. Some might, some might not. I don't know for sure."

"You sent them off when they could die!?" Nathan yelled.

"Shut up." Kit snapped. "I weighed the decision in my mind carefully. We need more supplies. We can't afford to give up a chance for ammo in this situation." Her arctic gaze made him shiver and shrink back behind Jesse. "I don't take this lightly, alright? It's something that must be done." Her voice was resolute and serious, the same as her face.

"…I'm—…" He was cut off by her raising a hand to signal for silence.

"Don't even say it. It isn't needed." She said with her face forced into a blank expression as they then returned to moving. They came upon a house that the door stood open on, and she cautiously went towards it.

"I'll go in. Jesse… Protect the others at all costs." She spoke and then turned away from the shocked visages of Alpha team and walked into the house quietly, face stony and eyes burning with a desire to find something to help aid their survival. Without anything more, she knew their chances were only a tiny sliver to nothing. Perhaps with more firepower or even just ammo for the guns she had, it would raise exponentially.

"Mommy, wake up! Mommy, wake up! Mommy! Daddy's scaring me!" She heard the scream of a small child, probably aged around five or six. A Kindergartener or maybe a first grader. Fire blazed in her chest as she entered the room as a shrill, blood-curdling scream wracked her nerves and she shuddered as she knew she had entered just a smidgen too late.

How she knew was the small corpse dangling from the clumsy arms of a somewhat fresh zombie, his face buried in the stomach of his dead ex-daughter, Sickening sloppy noises and blood flowing down his front making her want to gag.

The 'Mommy' was propped haphazardly against the wall, unmoving and neck at an unnatural angle as was her arm which was scratched all down the forearm with what looked to be a Cerberus's work.

Kit scowled and slowly raised her paper cutter, aiming it for the preoccupied zombie. "Die," She spoke with disgust. "You damned infected corvedai!" With that she brought the improvised blade down on the neck of the zombie, cutting through it halfway and managing somehow to wedge the blade into a niche between two of the neck bones, dark, discoloured and somewhat coagulated blood ran down the shirt, staining it overtop the small female's blood.

She grabbed it with two hands and forcibly dragged it through the zombie's neck, severing the spine in a rough, messy way. She grimaced at the blood spotting her jeans, but shrugged it off and looked to the little girl and inspected the cavity in her stomach where the organs had been eaten away by her zombified father.

The bastard had eaten so far he'd severed the spinal column. She laid the girl next to her fully dead mother and looked softly at the two.

She'd seen the girl around the large playground toy when she and her friends had hung out there a few weeks ago. She remembered the brown hair and squeaky voice of the once-energetic girl she had been just a minute too late to save.

'I should have moved faster,' She thought regretfully then smacked herself inwardly, straightening her disappointed stance. 'Remember; not everyone can be saved. If they die, they die. Nothing I can do to change it. No reason to hate myself for it. She would have been scarred the rest of her life anyway, if she made it out.' She shook her head and then saw a rumpled paper on the coffee table in the apparent living room. She strode over and picked it up, and read the numbers scrawled on the scrap.

2-18-98-10

"…A code, perhaps?" She murmured, then left the room after her stomach flipped at the thought of the gruesome death the little girl had endured—and shut the door tightly as always.

She looked to the doorway next to it and opened it, paper cutter ready to strike, smears of infected blood still left even though she had wiped it off the best she could on the ratty, bloodstained couch in the room.

She dropped her attack stance and smiled genuinely when she saw the hunting cabinet in the room, an unlocked chest next to that, and holsters of all types littered about on the shelves and the solitary desk.

She grinned and found a handgun holster that fit her handgun, and then grabbed a strap to fix her shotgun onto her back. She also grabbed some pouches that she could put bullets and such things in, and grabbed a duffel bag that smelled like earth and slightly of animal blood.

It had obviously been used to transport hunting gear. She filled it with the four handguns she found there, the one rifle, and the one slightly rusted shotgun that still worked even with its slightly worn appearance. She also opened the chest and her smile only grew. Five small boxes and two extra clips which she could keep handy and reload her gun quickly with. Not to mention there was another box of shotgun shells and some rifle bullets as well.

'These people were extremely helpful. Thank you.' She whispered in her mind as she left the house after raiding the medicine cabinet for band aids and gauze which she slipped into one of the four pouches she had on now. Her backpack still held the extra ammunition and food, plus a few bottles of water, but was relatively light compared to the back-bending weight of the schoolwork she usually carried.

She walked out of the room after grabbing a few more holsters for her friends and slipping them into the duffel bag which she was going to ditch as soon as possible. The bloody smell both made her stomach turn a bit and not to mention the infected corvedai would be hunting for things to feed on—she was pretty sure they weren't picky what type of flesh they got, whether it be animal or human.

"Hey, guys!" She waved, the duffel bag weighing heavily on her shoulder. "I found some guns and ammo!"

They cheered and met her halfway, and she passed a holster to them all along with one box of ammo and a gun. Jesse got a clunky one that had a few dings, Taylor got a small, silenced one, and Nathan got a pistol that was lighter than usual. Kit looked at her gun, and then put the guns that were left into her backpack, giving the rifle and rifle bullets to Jesse to carry, and the shotgun and box of shells to Taylor for the other glasses-wearing girl to carry in her mostly empty book bag.

As she began to speak, she took off her glasses to polish them. "Well, since we have guns we need to be careful. I'd loathe to have one of us die by accidental gunshot. This also means that you will not have to stick so closely to me, although I'd rather you keep in groups, got it?"

They all nodded. "Buddy system it is," Nathan grumbled, looking over his gun to see how it worked.

Ignoring this she put her glasses back on, and looked towards the next relatively unscathed house they were going to 'borrow' from. "Let's go. We have three other houses."

The other houses were either boarded up at the entrances, or the windows were broken and the doors hung limply on their loosened hinges.

'I wonder how Erin's holding up with Bravo team…' The redhead wondered before resigning all her attention to be on looting the house for ammo, guns, first aid and bottled water.

--

Erin pinched the bridge of her nose, about to explode. Kenneth was in his own little world sometimes, Kim was listening to her music and tripping over every little pebble on the sidewalk; hindering their progress; and they hadn't found anything of value past nine-by-nineteen parabellum rounds for her handgun, and not enough to justify wandering around like that.

"Alright, I'm going to go into that house," She pointed to a two-story house painted a dirt-smudged white. "I'll be back in about fifteen minutes. Kenneth, go check out that house," She pointed to a much smaller trailer. "And for god's sake be careful!" She looked at Kimberly and removed an ear bud from the oblivious ear of the girl. "Kimberly, go sit on that bench."She pointed to a bench in a small garden, and then replaced the ear bud as they went on their appointed paths.

As the blue-eyed short girl sat on the bench, a smile came upon her face and she clicked next song, ending the chorus of 'Seven Years And Fifteen Days' by Groove Coverage prematurely, switching it to the last Greenday song on the system's chip. It was her favourite, too.

"Do you know what's fighting for, when it's not worth dying for? Does it take your breath away, and you feel yourself suffocating?"

Kimberly crooned softly along with the song, totally disregarding her instincts that were screaming at her to be quiet. She realized if she was going to die in this godforsaken outbreak, she was going to do everything to make herself happy that she could. It was the only thing she could do.

"Does the pain weigh out the pride, and you look for a place to hide… did someone break your heart inside? You're in ruins…"

Her head bobbed to the music, bright blue eyes gliding shut as she relaxed, stumbling over a few of the words. She suddenly felt so tired… Perhaps it was because she had been all jittery and jumpy since they'd left the school.

She rested her head back onto the windowsill's ledge behind her on the house's wall, her hair sliding against the siding with the slight breeze.

'Maybe it won't be so bad to sleep here… I'm happy, I'm comfortable…'

"One. Twenty-one guns, lay down your arms, give up the fight…"

It was broken by a loud yawn. "It can't hurt to take a little nap…" She spoke aloud then started to spiral down into the black nothingness of sleep.

--

"Goddamn it!" Erin shouted. All she'd found were ten handgun bullets. And an apple. But the rest of the house was Tee-totally wrecked and looked as if fifteen Lickers had had a rave inside the ceilings and had tried to make drawings with their claws on the walls.

She shuddered with the creepy images conjured into her mind and decided to leave when she heard a Cerberus's yipe… almost as if it had been thrown from its prey by something else…

--

"Ugh, there's nothing here. Shit." He poked around in the small trailer, finding only cobwebs and cigarette butts littered about in random places, empty pop cans scattered across the floor and table tops.

He shuddered in disgust before looking down at his feet. His brown eyes grew wide and he uttered a high-pitched scream before getting the hell out of that garbage heap, the roach he left behind wondering why the giant creature had run from something so tiny and harmless.

--

Erin heard an uttered scream and ran out of the house, and nearly ran into Kenneth whom was pale-faced and twitching. "What is it?! Zombies? Lickers? …" Her face grew pale in worry. "Hunters?!"

"N-No! A ROACH!" He whimpered and gestured wildly at the word 'roach' as if it were the scariest thing in the world—and she stared at him with a 'are-you-really-serious' look on her face before pushing past the freaking-out guy and was on her way to Kimberly.

"Hey! Hey, Kimberl—!" She didn't even get to finish the girl's name as a Cerberus crashed through the window above the blue-eyed girl's head. "WATCH—!"

Kimberly opened her eyes, still halfway submerged under the warm, stifling cottony veil of her slumber. "Wha…?" She was just realizing that there were shards of glass all over her.

Erin's eyes widened and she grabbed Kenneth's arm and dragged him along in a stumbling run towards where she knew Alpha team was, three more Cerberi answering the howl of their infected brethren.

--

"Alpha team, are we all here?" She counted the heads. Nathan, Jesse, Taylor, and herself. 'Phew…'They'd just been attacked by a group of five zombies, covered in a foul-smelling greenish liquid, the veins in their exposed flesh purply and bulging out, their skin half eaten away in spots. She quickly checked them over for any kind of injury that would suggest infection; there was none, and she was grateful for that. At least they'd gotten some more handgun and rifle ammo out of the whole deal. They all had about forty-five bullets each to their handguns, which meant that they could at least kill a zombie. No promises about Lickers or Hunters.

The raiding of the houses on their end was rather fruitful, she admitted, and was rather glad she had risked it.

"KIT! HELP!" A scream came from down the street and Alpha team rushed out of the closed porch area of the house to meet with the incomplete Bravo team.

"What is it?!" She spoke hurriedly, and then saw the dogs chasing after her twin-like friend and ex-boyfriend of years ago. "Oh, FUCK NO YA DON'T!" She growled as she whipped out her shotgun, and the Cerberi tried to skid to a stop before she pumped the loading mechanism and pulled the trigger. Needless to say they were unsuccessful in their attempt at retreating, as the gore flew through the air, propelled by the firepower and buck spread the weapon was so dearly loved in situations like this for.

After she breathed a bit heavily for a few minutes, shoulder twitching and throbbing slightly at how fast she had moved so unexpectedly, she turned to the two, worry written all over her face for her friends. "Did they get you? Oh, please no!" She knew how easily one could be infected; a slip of a foot, a chomp of the infected corvedai's jaws, and like in the movies, the simple drop of a vial no bigger than her pinkie in length. Although she was glad that's one thing the movies had gotten wrong about the Tyrant virus. It couldn't spread on its own through the air.

"They didn't get us…" The brunette spoke, shaking Kit from her revire, but she looked towards the floor. "But Kimberly's back there… I'm sorry. She fell asleep on a bench, and…"

"I understand. I'm glad you did so, otherwise…" She hesitated then shrugged the emotion off. "You may not have made it back without being bitten, or even alive. The losses could have been greater." She looked in the direction that Kimberly's likely corpse would lay.

Erin saw the longing and torn nature in her friend's gaze. "…Go ahead and go, Kit." She spoke softly. "We'll wait for you here."

"Okay, if you all agree…" Everyone nodded. "I have to do this. And… Jesse, pass Kenneth your handgun; you get the rifle. Taylor, hand the shotgun to Erin; she'll know how to use it. I'll be back soon." And with that she tapped two fingers off her temple in a respectful, silent farewell and promptly turned on her heel, and with her handgun out, started to jog to the side that Bravo team had searched.

A few rather uneventful minutes later she arrived, and smelt the thick, coppery scent of blood in the air. A chill ran up her spine but she ignored it and pushed on; she needed, dare she say it, closure. If her friends were going to die in this hellhole, she wanted to see them before she left their bodies with a bullet lodged in their brains, if necessary.

When she came upon it she was saddened. Kimberly would have looked… so peaceful, if it weren't for the blood and the unsightly pile of gore that used to be a dog's head. The Cerberus lay dead, bludgeoned to death at the side of the bench, the once proud and thick German Sheppard coat an all-too familiar shade.

She gasped as she remembered the dog from her youth; Jade. Morgan Kinney's dog. She remembered the canine fondly; but should have known. No living thing was safe from the scourge of the T-virus. Or whatever virus this was.

"I'm so sorry Kimberly…" She whispered. The corpse lay on the its side, the right hand loosely holding an iPod, the ear buds out of the girl's dead ears, the device turned up so loud she could hear the music perfectly.

"Lay down your arms, give up the fight… One, Twenty-one guns, throw up your arms into the sky… You and I…"

Kimberly's favourite Greenday song. It was stuck on repeat, and she could guess easily as Kimberly had bled to death from her neck wound after killing the Cerberus, she could have hit the touch-screen button as she had spasmed in her death throes.

She shook her head of such dark thoughts, and clicked the device off, and raised her paper cutter, then swung it down sharply, beheading the corpse of her once-friend.

She wouldn't be able to handle herself properly if Kimberly became one of those… unmentionables. If any of her friends then. 'I vow that if any of my friends are infected… I will take care of them myself.' She spoke resolutely in her mind. 'They don't deserve to die and have their bodies ravaged by the virus, their humanities taken away from them… No. I won't allow it. They can die with a shred of dignity left.'

A little voice whispered a few questions in the back of her mind. What about you? Kit scowled. 'I don't care what happens to me.' The voice 'Tsk'ed. Not even what will happen to you? You know very well that human sanity is a finicky thing… It can flee at the slightest upset.

"I know that," she whispered. "But I'm not sure there is a such thing as sanity in this world anymore." 'Well, that shut the voice up,' She sighed in relief then said goodbye to Kimberly in a way only she would have understood. She pressed two fingers to her mouth then pointed them gracefully at the unblinking, unmoving corpse. "May the Goddesses smile upon your destiny." She whispered, and then left the body with those last words, the ones which she had always used to bid her bye to the blue-eyed girl.

She trudged back to the group, somehow in higher spirits. "Let's move out. We need to keep going; we need to get out of here before sundown."

"Why? The streetlight will work." Kenneth pointed out.

She rolled her eyes. "Erin, how many times have the streetlights actually worked in a Resident Evil game when you desperately needed them to?" She asked absently.

"Almost never."

"Exactly. I don't know about you guys, but I don't want to die, screaming in the dark and shooting blindly." Kenneth looked sheepish now, realizing that had been a stupid sentence on his part.

Kit turned to him but saw something rustling in the bushes behind him. She heard the terrifying screech all Resident Evil players knew, and her eyes widened as she rushed forwards. "Kenneth, watch—!"

With a single leap the green-scaled, ugly-faced Hunter sliced off the head of the teen just as he was about to say something, his facial features not even changed in shock as his body fell to the ground.

"YOU FUCKING BASTARD!" She and Erin took their Shotguns and blew the Hunter away—somewhat literally. All that remained of its ugly face was the strangely shaped bottom jaw, the broken teeth bloody.

The others looked down at Kenneth's body in shock, not quite believing one of them could have died so easily, as Kit numbly walked over to her friend's corpse.

"No. Not so soon. Not again." She mumbled, before closing his eyes and waiting for the body to stop seeping blood before gesturing to Erin. "I need a little help throwing Kenneth's body into the bushes… The Hunters will be drawn there instead of to us, hopefully."

Erin nodded, and helped deposit his body in the bushes, shuddering at the feeling of his corpse cooling in her arms. After they had disposed of it, the others had come out of shock.

"…Kimberly's dead." Kit spoke quietly. "We've lost so many of us… Let's keep their memories alive, yeah?" She asked, trying to bring up the morale even with a new threat, the Hunters lurking darkly in the back of their minds.

"We know… and Yeah. For them." Erin smiled, and then they went on their way, not looking back the direction where two of their comrades had died, in fear of breaking down when they needed to be strong.

K.L.K- I realize this isn't as long as the others buuuuut I gave you two shocking deaths. Kimberly's was planned already with who the character represents—Ripredisawesome—but Kenneth's death was rather spur-of-the-moment. But I did have to introduce the scourge of all B.O.W's, the Hunter, somehow. (Chuckles darkly)

Claire- …Err… (Edges away from her) Are some of your friends actually reading this?

K.L.K- Yeah. Kimberly (who is Kim or Ripredisawesome) was instant messaging me on Facebook and we came up with how she wanted her character to die. And WilliamBandet is reading it… as well as one of my other friends, and probably another one will start reading it once there's five or so chappies.

Jill- O-kay… Anyway, isn't this all just the prologue?

K.L.K- Affirmative.

Billy- Damn! That's really…Wow.

K.L.K- (chuckles) Can you believe this prologue was supposed to just be a measly one chapter? Pfft, you can see how well that worked out…

Jill- How can you write SO MANY PAGES?

K.L.K- Well, I certainly don't type in teeny tiny type. I use Verdana point fourteen font. I got used to it on Notepad in my early days as a writer, and I find it much easier to read and check for errors if it isn't so small I have to move my laptop closer.

Barry- Ah. Point well taken.

Wesker- (reemerges into the main room) What did I miss?

K.L.K- (dead-panned stare at the Tyrant-1000)… Well, you missed a full chapter and about four deaths in total, and a bunch of weapons were found…

Ada- (drags Leon into the room and deposits him on the couch before irritatedly fixing her towel and heading back to the Closet of Character's Rooms) He burst in on me when I was in the shower.

K.L.K-… (Smacks Leon with a newspaper) Bad Leon! No walking in on Ada in the shower! Anyway, I think I should end this pretty soon. Well, please—!

Leon- (holding the red side of his cheek) Review! (Cowers from K.L.K and hides behind Claire)

K.L.K-… TT-TT