So I made this chapter a Timmy/ Miley Chapter and gave a little to Shaylin at the end. Only because I needed something to make the chapter longer. Hope you guys like it :). Tell me what you think :) . I did edit it but there is always room for more improvement! :D Enjoy and Au Revoir!

*Timmy's POV

The metal screamed open as we burst through the doors of the Junior High School and was hoping to catch a break. We had ran all the way here from the garage place and my legs felt like jello while I am sure Miley's felt the same. She ran in behind me and slammed the doors shut, tired and disoriented. Laughing as she slid to the ground in front of them exhausted, I squatted down beside her.

"Why are you laughing?" She ask harshly between gasps of air. Smiling I shook my head with an eye roll.

"Why AREN'T you laughing?"

"BECAUSE WE NEARLY DIED!" She yelled between raspy coughs.

The door behind banged forward as thousands of zombies tried to push their way in.

"Shh!" I scolded in a whisper, "Do you want the ones in the building to hear you as well?"

She gave me a look of surprise. "They can hear? But they're dead! Only the muscles should be working."

"Well, since they barely noticed us until you screamed earlier" I accused with a sigh, then let out a little chuckle. "and your voice could already wake the naturally, they can."

"But.."

After we left the garage, Miley decided to attract every zombie within a mile radius of us after seeing someone from school that was in her and Shaylin's homeroom. Insisting that we save her, she tried to get the girls attention and was almost bitten instead. Yeah, I would've loved to save the girl if she wasn't one of the blood thirsty undead! But Heaven forbid someone listens to me. I told her the girl was dead, but how could a bullet filled shirt mean she's dead? Just because the shirt has bullets in it and there is blood everywhere doesn't mean she's dead. And how could Miley recognize her? She was so injured and unrecognizable!

"..and it's not my fault." She finished after a long speech that I had completely missed. Oh well.

"You totally right." I said sarcastically and emotionless, she got up while letting out a cough.

"Well, I think my breathing is mostly back to normal. So let's go." She said ignoring my sarcasticness.

To this day after two years I still don't get her. One day Miley is one person, and the next….well….I would say another person but there is no one on Earth like that. She just ignored my comment, which she never does, and got up after two minutes of rest. If this were P.E. class and we had just ran that much she would be out and hyperventilating. When I looked up her disgusted, sarcastic face was replaced with uneasiness.

"What's wrong?" I asked annoyed, with an eye role included.

"Nothing," She said, "Just want to get out of this creepy place."

"You went here for two years-"

"That's why it's creepy! So many bad memories," She paused. "and I don't want to think of what happened to the student's here and how young and innocent we were back then."

"Innocent?" I gasped out with a choke of laughter. "Is having a make out session in the hallway innocent?"

"You know what I mean." She said quietly, then began to head to the principals office.

The door was closed and locked when she tried to open it and the light in there kept flickering with a wire shortage. After trying to force the door open I gave up and sat down on the red bench in front of the office window where I had spent most of my seventh grade on. Miley was quiet while she stood in front of me with the look of worry on her face growing more intense.

"What if Shaylin doesn't make it?" She asked quietly.

I glanced over, not sure if I heard her right or not. "Miley, what-"

"What if she doesn't make it?" Her eyes began to tear up. "She can fight but even the cops who know what they're doing are dead!"

"She'll be fine. We know her and she isn't just going to give up"

"And her mother, if she were to die because that bitch left her here alone I would have to kill the woman myself." She said seriously, which scared me a little.

"She won't die-"

"And my parents!" She said as a tear finally rolled down her cheek. "They probably had part in this too. Who were we to send her out because of what her mom did when our parents helped too?"

"That was me who sent her out-"

"But I let her leave! Your dad built the wall and my parents worked with her mom so what if they had the same secret job?"

Walking over to her, I lifted her chin up so her eyes met mine but she quickly looked back down.

"Miley, they had nothing to do with you either. I don't think it matters-"

"Of course it matters!" She screamed as another tear rolled down her pink cheeks. "They were my parent's. Just because they didn't care doesn't mean I didn't love them! Even if they did such horrible things to me."

It sucks not to have parent's in your life, I went into a depression after I lost my mom. And now that my entire family is gone and I have no idea when I'm doing anymore.

Did Shay and Miley go through this on their own? I thought asked in disbelief.

"All my life I've wished they'd loved me." She buried her face in her hands. "I still do, but how can I hold on after what they've done? I don't want to give up, but…"

Her voice faded and she crouched down to her knees, sobbing. When Shay left, it must have been hard on Miley to see us fight and her just walk away and leave us. Yet, she keep it locked up on top of everything else. If it were me I'd probably be worse than this, and Shaylin had no choice but to hold it in after her dad left trying to keep it cool so her grieving mom's depression wouldn't get worse. Then her mom abandoned her.

Letting my arms wrap around her, I pulled her into a warm hug. Something Shay would've done if she where here. My voice was gone and me myself was rendered speechless. This is a side I have never seen before, not from Miley. Seeing her like this…..is strange.

"Wha-"

I tightened the hug. "Try not to focus on anything in the past." I said softly and trying to calm her down. "All that matters is that you're still here and have a chance to start over. Once we get out you, me, and Shaylin are going to find a nice apartment and graduate high school. We will carry out or lives as if nothing happened."

Her body tension lessened and the sobs got more quiet. Soon I found that the person I had been hugging for the past couple of minutes was hugging me back. These emotions would have to be let out more than just once, probably harsher too. Did I miss her feelings? Did she have me pick on her everyday, just so she could go home and easily cry it out later?

Looking up at me with a smile, she nodded. "I'd like that."

"I've already lost Shay for the time being, and I don't need to lose you."

BANG!

We jumped as the doors opened and voices suddenly burst from down the hallway and two men came around the corner. One looked like a police officer, but really high up in the force. And the other man…was sure wearing a lot of chains.

"So where the fuck is this girl?" The chained up one asked opening a door. The other one shushed him.

"LJ, be quite will ya?"

They were a weird pair as they began to check the rooms as the walked down the hallway towards us. Miley grew tense once their guns came into view and I squinted to see past the darkness. The guns were so big and probably fully armed. That's scary.

"Yo man, I see someone down there." He said pointing at us, the man beside him shot his gun up.

Miley took a step back and I quickly grabbed her hand as they shined a flashlight down just enough to see our figures. Then they slowly began to walk towards us with guns up. My body moved in front of hers, praying that they wouldn't shoot. And after giving me a shake of the head Miley stepped up beside me and sighed.

"I don't need to be comforted anymore, that's not how I roll."

After giving up trying to figure her out, I kept my eyes on them as they stopped just ten feet in front of us.

"They can talk now?" The man, LJ I think, asked surprised.

"Well," Miley said sarcastically, "considering were alive, yes, yes we can."

The officer lowered his gun and gave us a sorry-ish look. "Sorry guys, it's darker in here then we thought. Hard to tell what's what."

"Who the hell are these guys?" LJ but in, then was shushed by the officer.

"LJ, not in front of the kids-"

"Hey, chill man. I just wanna know who the fuck they are-"

"It's fine." I interrupted, not wanting to watch them argue.

Carlos Olivera looked over at Miley and I and must've noticed out age, because a shocked expression came over his face. He stepped forward to get a better look as the lamp in the office gave off a couple of seconds of light, then my eyes fell on the Umbrella badge's reflection just above his name. Miley grabbed my hand.

"It's okay." He said quickly, "We don't work for them. Not anymore."

"We?" Miley asked, and LJ snorted.

"I ain't no damn cop."

"We know that."

"The rest of the team are in the other areas of the school looking for this girl named Angela." Carlos said holding out his hand welcomingly, "I'm Carlos Olivera."

LJ gasped, "Wait, what do you mean, "we know"? You think I'm not cop material?"

"Timmy, and this is Miley." I took his hand, "But why are you looking for her? Is she family?"

"We need to get her before sunrise so we can all get out of here. Then tell the real story about Raccoon City."

"Why before sunrise when-"

"Cause shits gunna go down if we don't!" LJ said impatiently.

"Why?"

"What kind of shit?"

They gave Miley a weird look like she had just killed someone. Girls her age don't cuss, it's considered inappropriate since she's only 15. She sighed in annoyance. Kids cussed all the time a school, Shay's a rare case.

"High school."

"Angela Ashford's father works for Umbrella," He explained, "if we get her out of the school safely and to her dad before sunrise, then he will tell us how to get out of the city. Umbrella doesn't want to virus to get out and let the world know what they did. So they plan to end the virus for good."

"How?" She asked.

"At dawn a missile will be shot at the city, completely destroying it."

*Shaylin POV

By the time the pain had stopped my left hand had swollen, and was getting worse. Man, how hard did I hit that wall? After carefully sliding my hand into my pocket so I wouldn't be tempted to use it, pain shot through my legs. The rocks had scratched them so bad that they were stinging and the dried blood was washing into the water.

The liquid splashed around my legs as I walked through it, and by this time I couldn't hear the voices of Leon and Claire anymore. The loud noise of rushing water got louder so every once in a while when there was a loud enough noise to hear I would jump. But it would always be trash from a nearby drain. My left hand tingled till it finally went numb.

The tunnel was dark and my feet were getting wrinkly and soaked. My head began to hurt and my vision blurred. Sounds like a nice trip through the park! But it's not. A loud croak came from behind me and sent a chill up my spine. I didn't think frogs lived in the sewers, well, loud ones.

Something knocked into my legs and pushed me to the ground. My foot make a cracking noise as I fell to the ground and hit the water with a splash.

"He- HOLY SHIT!"

Behind me was a frog, and I mean a HUGE frog! About as big as a dog this thing croaked again at me, sending a shiver through my entire body. Something moved below my feet, and sent my foot into pain as it was bending my ankle.

The zombie raised out of the water, followed by more. Then more frogs began to gather until a mob was in front of me. After making it to my feet I began to back up away from them. My hand held up the gun and shot two bullets soaring into their legs to slow them down. I could win this!

The fight ended with me taking off in the other direction with two frogs chasing me.