Like some twisted version of mother goose, Rebecca lead Alastair, carrying his little sister Robin piggy-back, and Onni, who covered the rear with naught but a knife. Firing her gun only when she absolutely had to, Rebecca found it harder to climb up the bleachers than she had originally anticipated. Not once, but at least twice, the boys were grabbed by the ankles, a lowly crawler zombie attacking them unexpectedly. But they handled it themselves, smashing in the head. Rebecca was impressed by them, surprised that the children were not only keeping their cool, but were able to work together to kill the undead. But it was nothing special to them - it was just the way they were raised. Jussi had been raised by his father to do what ever it took to keep his family safe, and he taught his children the same, even little Armas. If one of them failed, then whoever was left had to take up the slack...

"Rebecca, where are we going to go from here?" Alastair asked half-way to the exit.

She looked back at him, shooting down a decayed soccer mom before she could even scratch the medic or her wards, "Well, if we're going to make it out of here alive, we're going to have to get some ammo... So, I guess that we should go to my apartment."

"Is it far from here?" Onni asked, automatically slashing the throat of a zombie that tried to bite him, smashing its head underneath his heel.

Rebecca shook her head, "As long as it's just these things, I'm sure that we can make it."

"Just... these things? What else is out there?" Onni paled considerably, creatures more than former humans too much for him to handle.

Rebecca didn't answer, her hand once again going to the dog tags around her neck. Giant scorpions, monstrous centipedes, ape-like creatures, leeches... And that was all before the mansion... Her stomach tightened into knots, her experiences rushing back at her now of all times, crashing around her all at once. Billy saving her life by shooting the leeches... Stopping the train before it could crash and kill them... Solving all of those puzzles... Billy falling into the chasm... Him telling her his story... Killing the Queen Leech... And their goodbye. Even now, she had no idea why she took his tags, but she had always reasoned that it had been for proof of his death. Say that much was true, then why did she still wear them?

"Rebecca!" Alastair shouted, tackling her down as a dog ran into the stadium.

It leaped harmlessly over her head, but if Alastair hadn't shoved her, it would have taken her head clean off. Poor little Robin fell off of his back, landing uncomfortably on the bleachers. Scrapped up but otherwise perfectly fine, he quickly picked her back up, carrying her as before. Shaking her paralysis off, Rebecca killed the dog in a single, lucky shot. Panting, she gave them the thumbs up, grateful that he had just saved her life. However, she was mad at herself, becuase it was now her job to care for these children, not their job to care for her. Picking up the pace before anymore creatures could enter the open arena, they picked their way around the zombies, making it to the gates, to freedom...

"No..." Robin looked around at the chaos, carnage, and confusion that ran rampant in the city during the outbreak, clutching her older brother tighter.

It was horrible, even to Rebecca's seasoned eyes... The wind carried a symphony of moans and screams, yowls and shuffling, all with a chorus of gunfire. Blood trickled down the street in glowing shades of red, collecting in black, abyss-like pools, spreading from corpses both dead and undead. Those who had still been alive were running from the city, all in a desperate attempt at escape. People were killing people, even women and children weren't safe from the living. Keeping close, Rebecca led the children through the crowd. That is, she lead them to the epicenter, losing track of the children as a muscular man bumped into her, nearly knocking her over. She was about to shout at him, but she saw a face she never expected to see again...

"Billy... What are you doing here?" She exclaimed.

He smirked at her, "Long time no see, Rebecca. I came into the city for supplies before heading south, and I found things like this. What are you doing here?"

She looked back to introduce the children, but they were gone, "The kids!"

"You'll have to fill me in on that one," He knew that they weren't her children, but at the same time, he was curious about how she had found herself in charge of a group, "How many are there?"

She was about to answer, but there was a blood curdling, female scream, "Nooo! Onni!"

Running to the source of the cry, they found Alastair, holding Robin back, standing over Onni's body. From the looks of things, he had been involved in a struggle, and had been shot through the chest with a 12 gauge shotgun. At close range. That was just how panicked and frightened people were, not that harming a child was ever excusable. Standing so close to him, Alastair and Robin had been hit by the spray as well, but it was just a flesh wound. Seeing Rebecca, and the stranger with her, Alastair began to cry openly, tears falling on his sister's head. She looked at Robin, all hope gone from her face.

"The man who did this... He tried to take us away from you... But Onni wouldn't... He shot him..." Robin shoved her remaining brother off, taking the knife from her brother's carcass and holding it firmly in her hand, "I'm not going to die here."

What had happened was that the man who did this had the notion that children would get you out safely, kinda like in the Titanic, when the snobby rich guy grabbed the kid and used her to get on one of the lifeboats. He saw the Varis children and decided to do the same, only they were with Rebecca and refused to leave her. Fighting with the stranger, Onni took the knife out, pointing it at the man's throat. Not liking his plan anymore, and liking the threat even less, he took his shotgun from his back, blasting a hole into the boy. Being at such close range, Alastair and Robin had gotten hit, but due to the adrenaline already coursing in their veins, they were unaffected by their injuries.

"Robin..." Alastair was nothing short of amazed by her transformation, but given that she had lost almost all of her family in only one day, it wasn't that unusual.

Twelve Years Later...

Robin sat in the living room, stretched across one end of the couch, flicking through the television. Chris sat on the short leg of the "L", watching the digital clock over the t.v.. After the episode in her room, they hadn't spoken at all. That was over an hour ago, and probably half the reason he was watching the time drag. She kept biting her lower lip, a habit of hers that only came out when she couldn't smoke. Knowing of her nicotine cravings, Barry allowed her to smoke, as long as she didn't do it in the house, with the exception of her room. Chris had noticed it a few years back, though he doubted if she realized it. Passing an old episode of Jerry Springer for the third time, Robin grew fed up with channel surfing and just left it on, flipping on her back so that she was staring at the ceiling.

"Welcome to our show today! Our guests today have a confession for their loved ones. Go on Robin, what is it that you want to say?" Jerry asked Robin, standing near the fan with his arms crossed.

"Well, Jerry... I'm in love with my father's best friend." She paused while the audience went 'awww', "But he's about ten years older than I am."

"And does your father's friend know about how you feel?" He asked her, the general interest of any television host on his face.

"Nobody knows." Robin sounded mortified by the idea that he would know.

"Well, he does now! Here's Chris!" Jerry introduced Chris, who came out onto the stage looking confused as to where he was and why he was there.

"Robin, you know that your father would kill me if I were to even look at you!" He looked at Robin, sounding and looking neither pleased nor upset by her bringing him on the show.

"But I love you!" She started to cry, unable to withstand his total apathy any more, "I love you..."

Scowling at the clock one minute, Chris found himself in a majestic marble ballroom the next, people dressed to the nines in glimmering whites and opaque blacks, royal purples and dainty blues, all with faces to be seen and secrets to hide beneath richly decorated masks. Gathering his wits about him, Chris froze when a young woman entered the room, her healthy form bound in a splendid yet simple ballgown made of crimson taffeta, with a darker red trim that hung from the shoulders and criss-crossed in the back. A platinum bracelet wound over her hand and up both wrists, tiny diamonds and rubies set inside, a matching choker winding around her neck. Her lustrous black hair was in tiny curls, swept to one side and piled high, silver and red raining down. In all the years he had known her, he had rarely seen Robin look so stunning.

"My oldest daughter," Dream Barry was much more eloquent than normal Barry, "her unsurpassed beauty shames the stars that light the night's sky. A fine prize for any man."

She was about to say that she wasn't a prize to be won, but she stopped when a man appeared before her. The man wore an odd mask with horns twisting out, and a slate grey cloak over a blackish-green uniform. Chris felt that he ought to know who the man was, but for some reason, other than the mask, he just couldn't do it. Robin smiled at the man as he led her to the dance floor, spinning her around and around, arms tight on her waist. Speaking low so that only she could hear, she laughed, looking... Happy. Happier than Chris had seen her look in years.

"Fly far, Little Bird." Chris shook his head, removing his mask and walking to the veranda to gaze at the night's sky, lit by the glow of the city, "Fly far and live the life that I could never give you, the life that none of us can..."

"Aren't you lonely?" Robin suddenly stood behind Chris, making him wonder if she had heard what he had said, her arms crossed behind her back as she joined him, "I would imagine that you would get lonely out here..."

Glancing from the full moon to her earnest face, he asked her why she was out here, with him, "What about the other guy?"

"What other guy? You mean my husband? He had to go back home and check on he children. I only stayed so that I can be there when my father announces the arrival of our newest child." She beamed, holding a still flattened stomach, "I hope that this one is a boy."

Robin... was married? And had children? But she was just a child herself, wasn't she? No, she had already killed by the time they had met, but surely in other ways... It was true that she stilled lived with her parents, but legally, and in the eyes of her country, she was an adult. And it was impossible to deny that she had the body of a full grown woman... So why then was it so hard to acknowledge that Robin wasn't a child anymore? But he knew the answer to that already. Admitting that Robin was a woman would give her a new identity, one that failed to label her as Barry's daughter...

Catching the look on his face, she sighed, patting his arm, "I know that you'll ever only see me as a child, but I am a woman."

Before he could do or say anything else, she was pulling her dress off, exposing herself to him...

"We're back!" Barry called into the living room, startling both Chris and Robin awake.

They straightened up, each wearing an expression that said "What a horrible nightmare...".


AN: Thank you, N7angel and Padme4000 for the amazing reviews! And yay, Billy! Well, that makes me happy... Any who, I really wanted to put a ball in the story, so this was the best way for me to do it. In my defense, I watch way too much Labyrinth... Jerry Springer was just an added bonus.

To recap this chapter: Rebecca gets caught up in her experiences at the Arklay Mountains, and Alastair saves her from being dog food before they make it out of the stadium in one piece. Finding Raccoon City in shambles, Rebecca leads the kids back to her place, but bumping in a familiar face, she temporarily losses them. However, when she is able to locate them again, Onni is already dead, shot by a living, breathing human being. Having lost everyone but her oldest brother, Robin resolves to get out of Raccoon City alive. In the present, Robin and Chris aren't speaking, and she falls asleep watching the Jerry Springer show. They both have nightmares.

Disclaimer: Capcom owns Resident Evil, not me. All respective properties, like, but not limited to, songs, belong to their respective brands. All I can lay claim to is the Varis family... and this work of fiction. Any game-related information used in this story comes from the Resident Evil Wikia, actual game play, and videos (official ones of the games) come from YouTube.