After a couple of moments my breathing came back to normal and the dog on the other side of the door had given up interest. Just like a light switch everything was back to being completely silent. Angie hadn't moved a muscle in the time that had passed. I slowly stood up, my legs shaking with adrenaline still and made my way over to the teachers desk behind Angie. I rustled through some of the drawers finding a couple bottles of water. I sat back down behind the desk with the bottles.

"Angie, come here." I whispered out. She jumped at the sudden noise before turning around to me. I showed her one of the bottles and she quickly came to my side. I took off some of the weapons strapped to me and laid them on the ground next to us as we both nursed the water.

I thought long and hard for a moment before I began removing some of the gear I still had on. The weight of the world literally lifting off my shoulders as I took off my bullet proof vest. I looked at the radio still strapped to the vest. Grabbing it and clicking it on, just to see if there was any commotion in the outside world. That's when I noticed a large piece of glass sticking out of the radio from the car. I stared at it, knowing that this radio had probably saved mine and likely Angies life as well.

A sudden burst of anger spread much like the adrenaline earlier as I threw the radio across the classroom. It made a small clatter noise then the room was back to silence. This whole situation was shit. Everything from the job I had to this moment in time. I glanced over to Angie as she took one last sip of her water before placing the lid back on. I had no idea how to explain any of this, let alone to my kid sister. Alas, I decided to try and begin a conversation to, at the very least, pass the time.

"So, Angie how is school going?" I asked wanting to kick myself at the ridiculous question. Hell it was better than just talking about her dead friends on the other side of the door.

"It's OK." Her monotone voice let out still laced with fear. I turned so I was facing her, getting tired of the monotone voice.

said back to the monotone voice, just with a slight hint of panic. With a frustrated sigh I turned my body to face hers.

"Hey." I said grabbing her attention. She looked up at me with her wide sad eyes. "What's wrong? You've been like this since before all this - shit." I asked not knowing how else to describe it. A

"Nothing." she said looking away from me. She began playing with a loose string on her skirt.

"Look I know we aren't the closest siblings in the world, Angela. But you've got to talk to me, especially right now." With a deep sigh I tried to calm my nerves again. "So, again, what's wrong?"

I watched her reaction as I saw what seemed like dozens of different emotions fly across her face. It felt like minutes ticked by before she finally answered. "You're working for the people that took everything from Dad." She let out with anger. I felt a small pang to my chest, as the words left her mouth. I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment. When I opened them she was looking to me, expecting a rebuttal of sorts. I gave her a small smile and moved my legs in closer to my body.

"You want to know why I'm working for them?" I asked her, she gave me a cut nod before I continued. "I started working for them with the intent to help bring the corporation down. I explained it to dad. He knows it to be true but he refuses to believe it." I let out a sigh. "I don't know what, if anything he has told you or why. Probably because he wants you to have a normal childhood. Even though that's shot to shit now." I watched her think and ponder what I had said.

"Are you the reason behind all of this?" she asked accusatory. A moan echoed through the halls, as if the whole world was waiting for my answer.

"God no. I've been suspended the last couple weeks, just sitting at home. They were under the suspicion that I was trying to bring them down. This is something different. I don't know exactly." I lied. I didn't want to expose everything I knew to a child, hell I didn't even want to know half of the shit I knew. "You know Angie, I'm sorry I haven't been there for you. I know I should've been, but I wanted to bring down the guys that hurt dad." I said glancing at my hands.

The guilt I had at abandoning my family in hopes of doing greater good began to weigh heavily on my conscience. Her small hand appeared on top of mine. I looked over to her seeing a small half assed smile. "It's okay, sis." She said in her small innocent voice. I gave her a small smile back as she crawled over to my lap. It was something that she hadn't done in years, making my heart melt.

She sat in my arms for a while in silence as we both ignored the noises coming from the halls. I stared into oblivion trying to think of how this all happened. Back at headquarters they said a vile had been damaged but was contained to the Hive. That's when management and some of the scientists decided they wanted to go and investigate what happened. It must have been the virus that I was investigating to try and expose Umbrella. They must have released it when they went to investigate, thus releasing it into the city. The information I had gathered about the virus was that it could reanimate dead cells. But did it really have the power to bring someone back to life? They hinted at it in the debriefing this morning, but hell, it was Umbrella. The lying and manipulative corporate power.

I was pulled out of my reverie when a loud scream echoed through the school. I glanced over at Angie as we both just sat there listening to the screams as they eventually died out. I glanced at my watch again, it had been five hours since we had crashed and ran to the school.

Was someone really alive in the school? Well obviously not anymore, but were their others? Why would anyone else really come here to hide out? We were probably in the only secure room in the whole building. Why would anyone in their right mind come here? Unless….

"I think there is someone here looking for us." I whispered.

"Should we stay here or go out there?" Angie whispered back. I could feel the anxiety laced in the question. She didn't want to leave the safety of the class, logically so. I was debating on how to answer the question when the door opened.

In one swift move I was kneeling, using the desk as cover with Angie behind me, guns in my hands. I watched as the door opened more to reveal a woman. I was confused on how the door opened in the first place when I took note of the shine of tools in the woman's hands. She had managed to pick the locks, the noise being drowned out by the screams. Her gun was pointed at me as both of our eyes met. Both of us ready to shoot the other. "Who the hell are you?" I asked with venom encircling my words.

"Jill Valentine." she stated not lowering her weapon.

After a few moments I lowered my weapon, her gun still aimed at my head. I slowly stood up revealing I was not a threat. "Our rescuer I assume?" I said. With a confused but cautious expression she lowered her weapon.

"Where's the little one?" Jill asked.

"I'm not a little girl." Angie said in a typical childlike tone coming out from behind me.

I couldn't help but look at my little sister with a smirk. I looked back to Jill. "Let me grab my stuff and we can go." I said bending down and grabbing my weapons from the ground and the desk. I noticed Angie give out a small shiver. I glanced at my jacket in the corner with the vest that had been discarded before. I grabbed the jacket handing to over to Angie. "Here." I said as she slowly took it, putting it around her small frame. The jacket drowning her in fabric.

"Do I know you?" Jill asked breaking the moment between us.

I let out a chuckle as I strapped one of the guns back to my hip. "No, but you've probably seen my picture in the paper. I was suspended just a week or so after you were." I explained.

The public shaming for something ludacris, especially if you were in Racoon City was comical. Unless you were a huge part of the company it happens every damned time. All lies of course. If I remembered right, they had put in the papers that I had beat up an innocent elderly man and that why I was suspended. Jill gave me a questioning look. "It may not seem like it but I tend to read the paper." I said grabbing the last of the extra ammo. I walked around the desk now fully decked out in what I deemed useful with my uniform and weapons. Jill's eyes were searching me and were instantly glued to the Umbrella symbol on my vest. Her face fell into an accusatory sneer."Don't worry, I'm one of the good guys." I clarified.

"I remember you now." She said with a smirk. "There's a rumor going around you tried to bring down Umbrella single handed."

"No, not single handed." I began as moans and groans interrupted me.

"Can we get out of here now?" Angie said, looking at us both like we were idiots sitting here having a conversation when the apocalypse was happening outside of this room. Jill and I cocked our guns and exited the room with Angie in the middle of us. We cautiously walked down the hall towards the Cafeteria.