Changes Within

After everyone was finished freshening up, everyone was dressed in their tactical gear, ready for action. The only people that weren't dressed up were Mickie and Chris. Chris was dressed in all black, along with a trench coat. He sighed, knowing that these weren't his traditional colors anyway. But, he wasn't going anywhere special, so why dress up?

"Mickie," he said quietly. "Come here…"

Mickie quietly walked over to him, not sure of his condition at this point.

"What's wrong? You need anything?" Chris shook his head slightly.

"I…don't need anything right now…can you promise one thing to me before we head off?"

Mickie nodded and stepped in closer to him. "What is it?" She spoke softly, due to his sensitivity to sound and light.

"We have to start moving out." Chris leaned down to Mickie's ear and whispered softly.

"I don't see myself coming back after this…if that's true, I want you to look after Claire, Jill, and Leon, okay…?"

Mickie wanted to slam him through the wall for saying that. He was gonna come back, whether or not he was conscious.

"Chris, shut up. You're coming back…but I can't go." Chris looked down at her.

What am I supposed to do…? I can't protect them and fend off Wesker as well…

"Why not?" He asked. "I need your help. I can't do this alone…"

"…Fine. I'll help you, okay?"

She backs away, returning to Clare and Leon. Jill continued looking at Chris, who was sliding down the wall slightly. She walked over to him.

"Chris, are you okay?"

She reached out to touch him, but he turned away from her.

"Jill, you can't keep worrying about me. There's nothing you can do for me at this point…"

"Chris…there has to be something I can do. You're white as a sheet; you can barely stand up. You need blood, and you know it."

I do need it, Chris thought aloud. But I…I can't harm you. Move away from me…

"I don't need it, I can hold it back long enough, okay…? I just need you to stay away from me from now…"

Jill's face started to regain its natural glow. She was angry at the fact that Chris had rejected that he needed help. His hard-headedness was close to getting him killed. She stood up and turned away from him.

"If you need something, you know where to find me."

Chris sighed. He didn't have much longer. They had to move, and they had to move now.

"Mickie," He whispered. "We need to move now…"

Mickie nodded. They quickly moved out to her car, but Chris refused to go in.

"No," He said, trying to stand on his own. "I'll follow you guys on foot…"

Mickie started to protest against him, but Chris quickly cut her off.

"Look, just drive the damn car! I'm taking the lead, dammit!"

Mickie started to argue again, but Chris' snarl and glowing eyes cut her off. She sighed, obviously giving up.

"I have your PDA. I'm gonna use it to track you if you go too far, okay?"

Chris nodded, as he started to sprint off. Mickie quickly put the car and drive and kicked it into high gear.