The Outbreak: Book Two

by In Pursuit of Magic

After surviving Yamatai and finding that both RE and TR are now the same world, Kat returns to Raccoon. With a plan in mind, she will stop at nothing to protect her daughter and Sherry. She'll have to fight both the dead and her nightmares. Some would ask is she ready for the Raccoon Incident, but is the City of the Dead ready for her?

4. Chapter 4 Separated

Chapter 4: Separated

So! With how long this one is, I will bit I'll be posting every Friday and Monday! I don't own anything. Resident Evil belongs to Capcom and Tomb Raider belongs to Core Design, Crystal Dynamics, and I think Square Enix. The only thing I own is the changes made to the stories of the Tomb Raider games/comics and Resident Evil games/comics/CG movies, the person that has taken over Kathrine Warren's life, and Rose Warren. This story also will be bloody, violent, and have cursing. It's rated T for Teen.

Country: America, State: Pennsylvania, City: Raccoon City, Place: Uptown, Area: Jill's Apartment, Month: September, Day: Monday 28th, Year: 1998, Time: 8:07 PM…

Jill jolted as her eyes opened. She looked around from her side of her bed and sighed. She slowly sat up and looked at her jean clad knees as she took slow breaths. How much longer were these dreams going to go on for? She sighed and looked to her nightstand, seeing the unopened box of sleeping pills, upturned cup, and coffee pot, turned off alarm clock, and her lamp that was still turned on.

She looked back to her floor, pushed herself to her feet, and turned to her open window. It was pouring rain outside and she really did not need her floor getting wet. She stood and walked to her Window, ignoring how glitchy her TV was. She grasped the handles and pulled down with a light grunt, closing her window to the wind and rain. The sound was now muffled but she could still hear the drops hitting the building. She slowly turned around hearing something that was not the rain.

A sound like a running faucet. 'Right.' She remembered. 'Forgot to turn off the sink when I washed my hands.'

She walked passed her desk, around her bed, passed her investigation wall, her clothes rack, and then her small table and into her small kitchen. She walked to her bathroom door that was open just a small crack. Some light from inside filtered out making her frown a bit. She could not recall leaving the light on in there.

She pushed the door open and slipped into her bathroom. Upon doing so, she saw her reflection. Her short brown hair was a little messy from laying on her pillow, her tired blue eyes scanning over the room and her reflection, and her white tank top for sleeping. She walked to the counter before the mirror and looked down to the running water in the sink. On the counter was some nail polish that she hadn't used in months, same with some make-up, creams for moisturizing, toothbrush and paste, one thing that was out of place was her gun. She paid it little mind as she grabbed the turned handle and twisted it to the off position and stopping the water.

Just as she did so and the water was draining, she felt, something drip from her nose, like water. Then she saw red drips hit the water in the sink, mixing and turning the water pink before flowing toward the drain. Her eyes widened as she lifted her head to the mirror, her fingers moving close to her face. Blood was dripping and running from her nose. Her brow furrowed and her eyes narrowed as her right eye faded and milked over white, the skin around it darkening and seemingly rotting before her. She touched it her lips twitching with panic. It felt slick like slime, cold like ice, soft like rotting fruit. Her eyes widened as she jolted and stumbled back and fell against her door, panting and panicking.

'No. No this can't be happening! I was infected?' Jill thought terrified as her eyes stayed locked to her scared turning reflection.

She looked down shakily to her hands. They were covered in blood as if she had ripped into someone or her flesh was ripping open. Her veins turned dark as if her blood was rotting in them.

'Did I infect Kat? Or Rose? Or Sherry?' She thought as she lowered them and looked back up at her mirror and her hands pushed on the door.

She lost her footing and stumbled, it was as if her limps were giving up, hitting rigor mortis. She dropped to her hands and knees as she heaved heavy thick coughs, as if she were trying to hack up blood or something. She looked up, grabbed the edge of her counter, and pulled herself to her feet with great effort, it felt like she was trying to lift a car it was so hard. By then as she leaned on her counter staring at her reflection, she was horrified to see that her skin was pale and gray in color, her veins so visible she could count them, flesh was turning black and falling away exposing muscles as if she was decomposing on her feet.

She panted, finding it hard to breathe or keep a breath in. She felt itchy, as if her skin was burning and uncomfortable to be in. She felt scared, she felt…hungry. She felt ravenous. She needed to eat or something. She was turning. This was wrong though. She could not have contracted it. Yet here was the proof.

'I have to get out I have to leave get meat…or...' Her eyes moved to her counter as she panted, seeing her gun. 'I can't let it spread.' She struggled to grab her gun, smearing blood over the white counter. 'I have to end it. If this spreads…it's over.'

She looked to her reflection, and it came to her. What is this is a dream? Another bad dream. Then she slowly and stiffly moved her gun to her head. If it were a dream, she would wake up. But if it wasn't, she had to stop the virus's spread. It had to end here and now with her. She closed her eyes and a few more panted breaths, and she squeezed the trigger.

Jill gasped and panted awake at her desk. She looked around her papers and binders before looking to her hands and saw that they were just sweaty from the nightmare. She sighed closing her eyes a moment as she relaxed. The sound of her gun going off still in her head. The image of herself turning still fresh.

"Fucking hell…" She breathed as she sat back and opened her eyes and lowered her hands.

She pushed back in her seat then stood as she felt the cool air of her fan going. "It gets worse every night…" She muttered. Looked back at her desk, started to put her rig on, and eyed her little calendar. "I would've waited three more days to kiss R.C. goodbye, thanks Kat for warning me." She thought aloud to calm herself more from the dream.

She turned as she secured the buckles and flicked the light switch on the wall to let her see her investigation wall. She took a breath and looked at her papers attached. Some was her notes from her on investigations, some from her fellow S.T.A.R.S., but others were from Kathrine. Most of it was on Irons though. Jill looked over her old report and sighed.

September 26, 1998

It's already been two months since that mess with Umbrella. Thanks to the suspension, investigations haven't progressed exactly as I'd hoped. Perhaps this written record of what I've found will prove to be my final duty as a S.T.A.R.S. officer... I can only hope that it helps lead to the truth.

The T-Virus

Those infected by this virus seem to become literal zombies. It appears to be communicable via several different avenues, outlined below:

- Bite from an infected individual, allowing the mixing of bodily fluids

- Contact with crows, which have eaten infected carrion

- Due to the strength of the virus, airborne infection cannot be discounted

It should be noted that those who survived the incident have not yet developed symptoms.

It's unclear whether this is because the virus has a long incubation period, or because we just happened to be resistant to the infection. We ought to remain vigilant, even after this investigation period ends.

As for me—aside from my minor difficulties sleeping—I seem to be in fine shape. Still, I shouldn't get too hopeful. After all, this could just be an extended incubation.

She shook her head and rubbed her arms. Rebecca had told her that they were not infected. She seemed so certain. However, Jill had her fears and doubts. They wouldn't go away so fast. She walked to another part of her wall and looked over her notes on Umbrella itself.

Umbrella

Pharmaceuticals company, industry leader in market share

- Focuses on military weapons development while

maintaining cover as a pharmaceutical company

- Also secretly developing bioweapons

T-Virus outbreak at Arklay Mountains research facility

- Predicated the "mansion incident"

Conspiring with Raccoon City leadership

- Large donations to Mayor Warren's office

- Effectively controls the city

Jill sighed at the mayor. She had been planning to tell Kat, but Kat already knew. In addition, to make it worse, Mayor Warren abandoned her and her daughter in this mess. At the one place, that she knew Kat was uncomfortable being. She looked away from it. All the things Kat had told her were also in her mind. She walked to the table that had papers on it and one was a letter she had written but had not sealed or sent to Chris yet. She picked it up and read it over.

They've got me pinned down at home. Guys across the street are watching me from their window 24/7. Are they Irons' men? Umbrella's? I don't know, and there's no real difference anyway.

I know what they're trying to do. They want to wear me down, torment me into compliance, and its working. I'm barely eating, barely sleeping...

I'm going crazy. I feel like the living dead.

But I won't let them win. I have to get out of the city and find a way to make them accountable. They'll send someone to silence me, of course. According to Kat it'll be a monster, a Tyrant. If you hear that, I've been killed...or whatever it is they do to people like me if Kat's wrong...you MUST pick up the investigation where I left off. I've enclosed my files. They'll tell you everything you need to know, as long as this package isn't intercepted.

I'll be moving out at night. Five days.

Wish me luck.

Jill grimaced as she put it down. She turned to her kitchen and then heard her faucet running. She had left it running, it just snuck into her dream. She stopped at her table and found the old pizza and soup from a few nights ago. Next to it was a letter from Brad. She picked it up and read it again.

To Jill Valentine

Hey hotshot, how you holding up? I still can't believe Irons suspended you. It's such bullshit. He ought to pin a medal on you for making it out of that hellhole back in July. Of course, you're going to poke around and ask questions about it.

I hope you're not mad at me for keeping my head down. Everything's been happening so fast...S.T.A.R.S. was the pride of the force. When the chief disbanded us out of nowhere, I thought for sure I was going to lose my job.

Word has it you're planning to leave Raccoon City? I figured you wouldn't take the suspension lying down. Just promise to watch your back. Umbrella won't sit by while you try to dismantle their business. Take care, Jill.

Brad Vickers

S.T.A.R.S. Alpha Team (now and forever)

P.S. Had to slip this message to the pizza guy to avoid detection. Enjoy the extra-large Mega Meat Supreme! It's on me and the guys.

Jill smiled a little. As chickenhearted as he was back at the mansion, he had expected her to slug him in the face. Nevertheless, he had quietly supported her and the other surviving S.T.A.R.S. but he also reminded her that they were the only ones left in the city. Rebecca was in Maine, fighting Umbrella by getting her full doctorate so she can fight the viruses themselves. Barry had taken his family and gone up to Canada to keep them far from Umbrella's reach. Chris was in Europe waiting for them. She frowned as she remembered a small tidbit Kat had told her. Wesker was alive. A super-human, but alive.

She put the letter down, walked into her bathroom, and turned on the light. Looking at her counter as she braced on it, she found her gun was not there. She looked from the running water to the mirror. She slowly toughed her face, looking for any sign of her nightmare being real. Seeing nothing, she sagged with relief. She blinked slowly then turned off the water.

Just then, her phone started ringing. She turned and left her bathroom. Wondering who it was. It could really be anyone right now. A sales call, someone from Umbrella, someone from S.T.A.R.S., Kat. It really could be anyone.

"Who could that be?" She wondered aloud as she left her kitchen and the phone continued to ring.

She entered her bedroom slash office slash living room and grabbed up her phone. She put it to her ear.

"Hello?" She asked.

"Jill, its Kat, get out now. I don't know when Nemesis comes for you, but I know its tonight." Kat's voice rang out. "Can't stay on the line long. Umbrella might find me and the girls."

"Okay, I'll be ready." Jill nodded and hung up.

She tuned and grabbed her gun from her desk when the phone rang again. She grabbed it up and put it to her ear.

"Kat?"

"Jill! A-are you ok?" Brad yelled sounding panicked.

Jill's brow furrowed in confusion. "Brad? Is that you?" She asked as her grip on her gun and the phone tightened.

"Listen!" Brad yelled as Jill looked up from the floor. "You gotta get out of there!"

Jill looked to her front door. "What are you talking about?" She asked, but she had a horrible sense of dread fill her stomach.

"I don't have time to explain." Brad panted. "You gotta get out of there RIGHT NOW!" He yelled as Jill started walking toward her front door.

"Alright." Jill nodded. "I'm on my—" She yelped in pain as she was sent flying to the other side of the room as her wall was blown apart.

Jill slowly pushed herself onto her hands and knees then turned her head to her destroyed wall. Standing there, was a figure clad in black fire-retardant fabric, he was ungodly tall. Taller than six feet, passably nine or ten feet tall. Jill gasped. This had to be him. The Nemesis. The one sent by Umbrella. She looked to her hand and found her gun was not there. She looked to the floor a little ways away from her. Her Samurai Edge had been flung when she was thrown back. She reached for it. Just as her fingers curled around the grip, the Nemesis rushed her and kicked her in the stomach. She felt the wind knocked out of her for a moment as her back hit her investigation wall.

She got her breath back then sat up, pressing her back to her wall and aiming up at the tyrant, and breathing fearful breaths through her nose. She squeezed off four shots as it reached down and grabbed her by the neck. She choked as his large hand gripped her and lifted her off the ground. She pointed her gun at his head and pulled trigger. Three shots and part of the hood on the Nemesis was damaged, enough that she could make out his face in the muzzle flashes.

The Nemesis then threw her to the floor, and she nearly lost her grip on her gun, but her clip was ejected and thus robbing her of her weapon. She rolled to the left out of the way of a stomp that broke the floor where she had been, making sharp wood splinters come up. Jill stood; she had to get out of there and away from him. Kat was right. He was tougher than the one at the mansion.

She holstered her gun on her rig as she held her side. She yelped as she ducked down, the Nemesis's fist crashed through her wall where her head had been. She rushed her apartment door, wrenched it open, slipped through then closed it. She leaned back on it a moment, but then it indented outward as the Nemesis punched it, startling her. She started running down the hallway to the emergency exit door.

"Damn it! Kat was right!" Jill gasped out as she ran with a slight limp from her brutally sore side.

Country: America, State: Pennsylvania, City: Raccoon City, Place: Near the RPD, Area: Uptown Storeroom, Month: September, Day: Monday 28th, Year: 1998, Time: 8:10 PM…

Kat clipped her phone to her belt and covered back up. Wrappers from the candies she and the girls ate littered the floor around them and both girls had gone back to sleep. Just as she had gotten comfortable again and checked her digital watch, she felt her radio buzz. She pulled it from her belt and looked it over. Had Jill gotten to Carlos that quickly?

"Kathrine…"

Kat jolted up right at Irons' voice.

"I know you have a radio…" He taunted. "I don't know what channel you're on…but I'm sure you can hear me at some point."

Kat felt the fear making her squeeze the radio.

"Come on…I know you're listening." He voiced sounding darkly playful.

Kat swallowed. She felt the urge to respond. To yell at him like Lara and her had at the men that held Sam. She took a breath and resisted that urge.

"Come to the Station. It's nice and safe in my office." He said as she shook her head. "Why don't you bring that little kid of yours? She'll be safe too."

Kat swallowed thickly at that, trying to bite back the anger she felt.

"Damn it." Irons' voice shifted. "Guess you're not on this channel."

The buzzing stopped as she lowered her radio and shook. She looked to Sherry and Rose. She tucked the radio on her belt. She was not going to sleep for a while now. If Irons was as he said, switching channels and frequencies trying to find her and Rose, which meant he knew they were not in the station. She looked at the door. How long could she and the girls stay here? Could they really, if Irons knew they weren't in the building? How long before he moves his search outside the station?

Country: America, State: Pennsylvania, City: Raccoon City, Place: Redstone Street Station, Area: Central Street Entrance, Month: September, Day: Monday 28th, Year: 1998, Time: 8:27 PM…

Jill leaned on Carlos as he led her down some stairs. She shook her head. On the smallest of levels, Jill did not fully believe Kat, but now there was absolutely zero doubt. If Kat was right about what she knew of the mansion, and the Nemesis, then she was more than likely right about other things. She looked to Carlos as they stopped walking.

"I think we're in the clear." He panted as he let go of her so she could brace on her knees.

"Hope so." Jill breathed as she looked at the linoleum floor under her boots. If this was, the same Carlos, Kat was talking about then she could trust him.

Carlos turned to Jill and gestured down the hallway. "We've been bringing survivors here." he told her, as he spotted a badge on her belt that attached to the rig she wore. 'Is she a cop? Where is her uniform? At least she is not in a tube top and short skirt. The tank and jeans are better for freedom of movmnet.' He thought although he did wonder how she would look in said articles of clothing.

"'Here' where?" Jill asked looking at him as he shook his head.

"My guys have converted some subway cars into a shelter." He informed her as he looked away from her trying to push the mental image of her in a tight tube top and short leather skirt from his head, now was not the time to be fantasizing about hot women. He looked back up the stairs they had taken then nodded as Jill stood up straight. "It's safe." He assured her smiling.

Jill just stared at him. He was a good four inches taller than she was, built like a soldier, and had dark brown hair and eyes. He looked nice enough. Knowing that he was Umbrella did give her pause, but Kat's words that she could trust Carlos did reassure her. Carlos walked over and moved to offer her an arm. She knew it was because she had looked injured, but she was good now. She pushed his arm away lightly.

"I'm fine." She told him as he pulled his arm away.

He backed up and raised his hands, in an 'Okay sorry I surrender' gesture, as he gripped his assault rifle. "Personal space, ok. I get it. Let's go." He then took the lead.

Following him, Jill heard him let out a noise of frustration.

"Aw, c'mon." He said as he got to the closed shutter gate. "Who's the dipshit that closed this?" He asked then looked to a side door and jogged over to it with Jill watching him. "Sorry. We're going to have to go around." He apologized as he shoulder-bashed the door open.

"Hey, what do you know about that monster? The Tyrant?" She asked him, wondering if Carlos knew.

The door opened and he stumbled through. He paused thinking about the thing. Its face had been so messed up, like a human who had been stretched, then stapled up when the skin ripped. She shuttered.

"Nothing." He told her. "I've never seen anything like it." He said honestly. "But it's no zombie. It knows what it wants and won't stop till it gets It." he stopped at the end of the hallway to look at a slightly scared Jill. "Don't you like that in a man?" He asked trying to break the tension with a bad flirty joke.

"No thanks." Jill stated as they turned the corner a pair of corners. "He's all yours."

Carlos sighed. "Listen, I promise you're in good hands." He assured. "I'm with the Umbrella Biohazard Countermeasure Service. U.B.C.S. for short."

Jill swallowed as he looked to her. Kat told her she could trust him. "Umbrella? You do know that your employers are responsible for this whole mess, right?" She asked him, even though she instinctively wanted to yell at him for being part of Umbrella.

They got to some stairs and Carlos gaped at her in confusion. "Whoa. What are you talking about?" He asked as he got to the bottom landing and turned to her as she descended the steps. "We're just here to help people. What's wrong with Umbrella?"

Now Jill couldn't hold back. "'What's wrong with Umbrella?' Oh my god." She shook her head then took a breath to calm down. She had to keep a clear head, no matter what. "Umbrella is responsible for infecting everyone in this city."

"Yeah, uh, I don't know anything about all that." Carlos told her frowning at her words. Her tone had switched from calm to accusing then to angered calm. "Hey, you don't have to trust me, but I'm going to the shelter." He tried the door and rolled his eyes at it being locked. "You comin'?" He asked then kicked the door open.

He stepped through and looked down the hall as Jill looked unsure. He nodded then looked to her.

"C'mon. It's this way." He told her pointing.

They walked through the door and down some stairs before they were on a train car. Jill looked around the train car. It seemed to be in working order. The lights were on at least. Carlos turned to Mikhail Viktor.

"Hey, Captain. This fine young lady could use our help." Carlos said as Jill walked over to see a man in his late forties maybe.

Mikhail watched Jill as she looked to the next car and at the surviving civilians. He knew who she was. "Carlos, you didn't even think to ask fine young lady her name?" He asked looking to Carlos as he was checking over some radios in a box.

Jill came back over and frowned. This man had a Russian accent and could be Nikolai.

"She is an elite operative of R.P.D. Special Tactics and Rescue Service." Mikhail smiled as she leaned forward. "Her name is…something…Valentine."

Jill smiled a little at hearing that her reputation had gotten outside her team. "It's Jill." She then took a seat on the train bench behind her.

"Nice you meet you, Jill." Mikhail said nodding back. "I am U.B.C.S. Platoon Leader Mikhail Viktor." He looked to Carlos. "My team was team was sent here to rescue civilians." He moved to gesture to the next car but stopped and hissed a wince. He looked down to his side, holding it with one hand and closing the other into a tight fist.

"Right." Jill nodded. "How's that going for you?" She asked, trying not to sound condescending or disbelieving, but she was relieved to hear this was not Nikolai.

"The city is completely cut off. Isolated." Mikhail began. "Most of the hundred thousand civilians will wind up dead." He paused. "Ah, correction: undead." He corrected as Jill sat back with a small eye roll at the correction, but knew he was right with that assumption. "My platoon has suffered serious loses. Just keeping them alive and more than I can manage."

Jill sighed. She did not need to be hostel toward these two. Not completely anyway. "You can thank Umbrella and their stupidity for that one." Jill stated as she looked to them.

"Yes, well…we're doing all that we can." Mikhail said hearing the slight anger in her tone, but noted it was not toward him and Carlos just Umbrella. "If we can get this subway train moving…we can evacuate some survivors." He looked from the car to Jill. "But we need help. My men cannot do this alone."

Jill looked from Mikhail then Carlos. She looked to the ceiling then the floor and smiled a bit. She could trust these two. She knew that much. Kat had been right so far. "Alright, I'm in." she said and stood up. "But I'm on their side. Not Umbrella's." She stated as she pointed to the survivors.

"Oh, hey, hey, that's cool." Carlos said as he looked up at her. "We all want the same thing."

"Thank you, Jill." Mikhail told her genuinely relived for her help.

Carlos closed the box and stood up. "Alright, Supercop." He held a radio out to her. "Here you go. We can use this to stay in contact."

She took the radio and smiled at it. "I know what a radio is. But thank you. What channel is it on?"

"Channel twenty-eight." Carlos smiled at her.

"Okay." Jill nodded as she hooked it to her belt. "I've got a friend out there who I can talk to now."

He looked to her. "You've got a friend still out there? Part of your team?"

Jill shook her head. "Yes. But no, she's not part of my team. And she more than likely won't come here."

"Why not? It's ride out of the city." Carlos asked.

"She…doesn't like the subway." Jill said slowly, she did not know if Kat wanted her to tell Carlos about her. "She's got a plan of her own to get out of the city."

Carlos nodded slowly as he picked up his rifle. "Okay then. First things first. We need to get you geared up. Head up to street level. You'll find supplies there."

"Alright." Jill nodded and turned to leave.

Carlos turned to Mikhail and through his teeth. "Shit, Captain. They took a good chunk out of you."

"Nothing that I will miss." Mikhail assured as Jill took out her radio and changed the channel from 28 to 3.

"Jill to Kat. Over." Jill said as she stood by a bench.

"Jill? You've meet up with Carlos?" Came Kat's voice, but it sounded shaken. "What channel is he on?"

"Slow down, Kat." Jill said gently. "Start from the beginning. What's wrong?"

"It's Irons. He's cycling through channels. He knows I have a radio. He's trying to find me. He's tried 3. Please, Jill." Kat informed her.

"Kat, are you sure?" Jill asked worriedly.

"Yes. I heard him." Kat told her.

"Okay. 28." Jill told her.

"Wow, the date. Funny." Kat said. "Switching now."

They switched channels and Jill put her radio back to her mouth. "Kat?"

"Yeah." Kat breathed sounding much more relaxed.

"Okay, how are Sherry and Rose?" Jill asked relaxing herself just a little.

"They're okay. Had a bit of a scare last night with some dogs and Sherry knows what's become of her father." Kat told Jill. "What about you? Are you at the substation?"

"Yeah. And thanks for warning me. Didn't do too much good, but it's good to know what I'm up against." Jill told her as she started walking toward the stairs. "Brad got bitten."

"Crap…I'm sorry, Jill." Kat apologized.

"Not your fault. You weren't there." Jill assured her. "I met a Mikhail. Is he trustworthy?"

"Yes. So, is um…Tyrell? Yeah. That was his name." Kat said.

"Are you going to move soon? You and the girls could take the train and leave." Jill offered, she had to at least try.

"We'll move to another building soon yeah." Kat agreed. "But we're not getting on that train. It's going to derail because of the Nemesis."

Jill's eyes widened as she looked back down at the people. "Derail? When?"

"I can't remember. If you asked me when I was three and first remembered everything in every detail, I'd be able to tell you. But I know it's after you fix something." Kat told her.

Jill swallowed. "Can I tell Carlos and Mikhail?"

"Carlos…if you can convince him to not tell anyone but those he knows he can trust, then yes. But Mikhail…I'm not sure. I think so. Just don't let Nikolai know anything. He's fully for Umbrella, all about the money." Kat told her. "Be careful around him."

"I will. Good luck." Jill wished.

Country: America, State: Pennsylvania, City: Raccoon City, Place: Near the RPD, Area: Uptown Storeroom, Month: September, Day: Monday 28th, Year: 1998, Time: 8:35 PM…

Kat hooked her radio to her belt and stood up folding up her blanket. 'We have to get to a roof top…maybe the lickers won't be there.'

"Mommy?"

She looked over to see Rose had woken up. "Hey, sweetie. Sleep okay?"

"Yeah…" Rose nodded.

"Okay. We have to get ready to move. Could you wake Sherry while I make a record?" Kat asked her.

Rose nodded. Kat took her blanket and folded it before typing in another entry.

September 28th, 1998

The mother fucker. Irons is cycling through different channels on the radio. I knew not hearing anything from him wouldn't last, but for him to be taunting me is going to get scarier or more annoying. I know that Jill and Chris have said to not actively seek him out and kill him…But I honestly don't know how long I can resist that instinct.

Maybe it's left over from Yamatai. That feeling of eliminate all threats before resting. It could also be my anger and fear that's been building for years. We'll see how I feel later. But for now, it's a good idea to stay as far from the Stalker as posable.

With Sherry awake Kat finished putting blankets away. She looked over to see Sherry and Rose type at the typewriter before jumping in shock.

"What?" Kat asked.

"It's typing on its own…" Sherry said with wide eyes.

Kat walked over and watched as the typewriter typed on its own. But the entry was a name she knew.

Dear Kat

Last night was scary. You'd had us avoid the monsters. But I never thought how scary they could be close up. The dogs. Were they made by Umbrella? Or were they someone's pets?

Then…what you told me. About daddy. I…I don't know how to feel about that. I'm worried for him. I'm also scared of him now. I don't even know if he looks human. You said he's a monster now, but does he have anything about him that's still my dad?

Sherry.

Sep 28.

I don't know if I like Dobies anymore. They would've killed us. There's no way to twist it. They would've killed me, Sherry, and mommy. They would've eaten us like dog food. Maybe chew on our bones like toys.

Then mommy told Sherry about her dad. He's a monster now? I'd never liked him…but I didn't want him to turn into a monster.

Sep 28th, 1998

So much has happened. Where to start. Kat had warned me about a lot. I had some doubts, but with all that's happened, it's hard not to believe her now.

The Nemesis. This Tyrant is bigger and tougher than the one at the mansion. It's more intelligent than the one at the mansion. It talks too. It keeps saying Stars. It's more than likely referring to my team's acronym. And if Kat was right about it, then she is more than likely right about it stalking me.

I was almost killed by it but thanks to Carlos I'm still alive. U.B.C.S. a group from Umbrella. Kat said I can trust Carlos and two others. But I am still finding it hard to trust him fully. I'll try though. For the civilians on that train. I have to get it running so I can get them out of harm's way.

Kat nodded. "So, the typewriters are linked." She smiled. "That's Aunt Jill, Rose."

"Yeah…what is she doing?" Rose asked as Sherry looked over the objective.

"Getting power turned on at the substation…so getting the trains going?" Sherry guessed.

Kat nodded. "But we can't take the train out of here."

"Why not?" Sherry asked.

"It's going to derail. I don't want either of your two hurt in that." Kat told them. "Help me move the box then and we'll get out of here."

Country: America, State: Pennsylvania, City: Raccoon City, Place: Main Avenue, Area: Garage, Month: September, Day: Monday 28th, Year: 1998, Time: 8:54 PM…

Jill held the bolt cutters to the chain of the door and cut them. After running around to get a fire hose, a shotgun, and other things, she put out the fire in the alley to get into this place for the bolt cutters. She heard a bang like metal falling or someone falling and that is why she was opening the door. She pushed through and spotted a young man slumped on the floor by a car. He did not look good, blood covering one arm and his side as he leaned on the car, panting through his teeth. She rushed over and kneeled next to him.

"You're U.B.C.S.?" She asked him, checking over his injuries.

"Yeah." He panted. "C-careful, careful." He told her.

She looked over his side. It was hard to tell, but it could have been a slash wound, a bite, or a stab wound. She swallowed a bit. He caught the look, looked a small bit annoyed, and panicked.

"C'mon don't look at me like that, alright? I'm not an infected!" He yelled at her as the door behind her opened and closed.

"Okay, let's take care—"

But the man saw something the scared him and he interrupted Jill's assurances. "No no no wait!" He yelled as the other man took out his gun and took quick aim. "Please!" He begged as the gun moved to point at his head.

POP! The young man's head snapped to the side with a bit of blood spray. Jill yelped at the unexpected gunshot and the now dead man she had been trying to help. She panted in shock, feeling the man's blood on her face cooling in the chilled air in the garage. She then stood and turned to the man who looked to be in his forties and had white-gray hair. He was also U.B.C.S. like the man he had just killed.

"What the fuck!" She yelled at him in shock.

"He was infected." The man stated simply with a Russian accent. He had crouched to look him over and didn't seem all too upset about what he'd done.

Jill glared at him and pointed at dead man. "He might have been infected!" She yelled at him.

The man looked at her as he stood. His expression had not a bit of caring, just amused. "Are all S.T.A.R.S. this soft?" He asked mockingly. "No wonder so many of you are dead." He stated as he walked passed her and up some stairs.

"And what are you?" Jill asked as she marched after him. "U.B.C.S.? Killing your own people?"

The amusement left his face and he stepped off the stairs to get in her face. "He would have turned." He stated simply. "Where is your sense of self-preservation?"

Jill kept glaring at him. 'Who is he to question that? Who is he to make the call to shoot someone when they didn't know if they were infected? Is he Nikolai?'

He turned around and walked up the stairs heading for the door. "Go back to the subway station." He ordered. "We don't need a bleeding heart like you getting in the way." He then vanished through the door and Jill shook her head.

She pulled her radio and called Kat. "Kat? Can you talk?"

"Yeah. We just got to a roof top…but we're keeping quiet." Kat's low voice came through.

"Okay. I think I just ran into Nikolai." Jill said as she walked over to where the body was and found a small bloody journal.

"Shit…On a tram or garage?" Kat asked.

Jill frowned for a moment then shook her head as she read the little book. "Garage. He just killed a man."

July 10th

202 lbs / 12 laps of the yard / 2 circuits

Suck it, prison! The Umbrella Corporation just recruited me for a job. A JOB! Don't know how they're gonna wipe out a life sentence for murdering twenty gangbangers, but whatever. I'll take it. Beats shitting away the rest of my days behind bars.

I gotta get back into shape.

July 26th

196 lbs / 20 km run / 3 circuits

Target practice at 400 yds, 5 misses

Caught the chain yesterday and got moved to a U.B.C.S. training camp, where I fired my first bullet in two whole years. Missed a stationary target by 5 inches at 400 yards—I never fucking do that! It's like I forgot everything.

Doesn't matter. I'll get sharp again. Watch me.

August 15th

190 lbs / 30 km run / 3 circuits

Target practice at 600 yds, 2 misses

OK, I've got my shot grouping down to 3 inches. Feeling good, feeling good. After lunch, they put me through my first mock battle. The cap and the other guys are good people, and goddam beasts of war at that, but what the fuck is up with that lunatic Nicholai? He used me as a fucking human shield just to score some extra points.

September 25th

181 lbs / 30 km run / 4 circuits

Target practice at 600 yds, no misses

Murphy's back, baby! You'll never see ME miss another target. Tomorrow I go on my first mission: riot control in Raccoon City. I think Jimmy would've liked that. My brother was always the first to reach out and help people, right up until those street punks took him away from me. Now it's my turn to do some good for a change—the way I know best.

"Crap then yeah. That's him. Don't trust him. Like I said. He just cares about money. People are just a tool to that end. He even destroys a vaccine for T over it." Kat took a breath. "But I can tell you that it won't be the only vaccine. A Doctor George something gets out of the city later with one called Daylight."

Jill sighed. "That's a small relief."

"But you didn't know that in that moment so yeah." Kat seemed to have a shrug to her voice.

"When dose this doctor get it out?" Jill asked.

"On the first of October I think. Early in the morning." Kat told her.

Jill sighed with a smile. "Thanks for the hope. I'll talk to you if anything else comes up."

"Please do. It'll let me know how close Claire is." Kat told her.

Jill hooked her radio to her belt. Before making her way to the substation.

Country: America, State: Pennsylvania, City: Raccoon City, Place: Near the Police Station, Area: Roof Top, Month: September, Day: Monday 28th, Year: 1998, Time: 8:59 PM…

Kat ducked another knife swing. She had sent Sherry and Rose off to the police station. The moment they relaxed on the rooftop; some looters of all things shot at them. So, they split, Kat telling the girls to stick to any room with a typewriter and item box and to the ventilation system. After scaring the looters off, she was going to go and meet up with her daughter and Sherry but was blocked by a red mist that came from a canister. She got away from it before it touched her, but the damage was done. Seven zombies came out and one was a crimson head. After killing four of the zombies with arrows and her crossbow, she felt the air near her head shift like someone was close to her, yet she saw no one. That was the first knife swing she had ducked and hooked her bow to her back, pulling out her own knife.

In just that second, she was back into that hyper focused mode. The second knife swing she felt it was aimed at her throat, by the air change and some back of the brain thought. It would have been where she would have aimed. She ducked back and felt it cut her collarbone, making a small cut on her skin. When she turned to face her attacker, she understood. She was facing Vector of U.S.S. Delta Team, of Wolfpack. She couldn't remember much about them, but she knew she was nowhere near good enough to fight them head on. She was not some Jedi. She was just a girl who survived an island of killer cultists and magic undead; she had none of the training needed to take on someone from Wolf Pack. She was outgunned.

She had to find a way out of this situation and fast. It didn't help that the man she was ducking and dodging attacks from was camouflaged to the point of invisibility.

"Don't suppose you'd let young girl like me go, would you?" Kat joked without a smile as she jumped a knife slash and tried one of her own. She needed a flash bang.

"No witnesses." He stated simply and his clocking turned off showing the blue glowing gas mask eyes.

"Hah, had to try." Kat muttered as she dodged a kick and saw the edge of the roof.

She kicked at the side of his knee, making him back up before she jumped over the edge of the roof without hesitation. She pulled out her climbing axe and slammed it into the brickwork. She then looked how far she had fallen and wrenched her axe out before dropping to the street below. She saw some bullets had followed her down, telling her Specter had his lenses on her. She ducked down behind a car and found a bunch of unused grenades on a cop's belt.

"Sorry. You won't need them." She muttered as she pulled them off and added them to her belt before tossing two on either side of the car.

She closed her eyes and covered her ears as she heard a French woman's voice call out a warning. Kat then took that moment as dual explosions rocked the car and the ground under her, to slip into the trunk of the car and close it. She then turned off her radio and sat phone before staying still. She waited and listened, calming her breathing down until she was just breathing through her nose.

"Shit! Where'd she go?" She heard a gravely male voice ask.

"I don't know. Vector, did you get a cut on her? Was it lethal?" Asked the French sounding woman.

"I cut her yes, but she ducked it. It wasn't lethal." Vector said sounding far away. "But if she's not careful, it'll give us a blood trail."

A long pause. Then they spoke again.

"Understood. You heard him. Move out. We'll find her later. A cop's been spotted at the river." Lupo, the French one, ordered.

Kat listened until she no longer heard footfalls. She waited even longer than that. She wasn't stupid. At least one of them would try waiting for a bit to see if she came out from hiding. After what felt like an hour or more, she shifted position and kicked out a light from the trunk. She then turned again, stuck her hand out, and reached out and to the handle of the trunk. She grabbed it and popped it open. She pushed it open and looked around. Nothing. She sighed then looked to where she had been cut. He'd been right. Not lethal but could leave a blood trail if she wasn't carful. She grabbed out her radio and turned it back on and almost immediately, it started buzzing with Jill's voice.

"Kat, please answer me, god damn it."

"Sorry, Jill." Kat apologized as Jill sighed with relief.

"Thank god. What happened? I was making a check in and letting you know that I beat Nemesis once, but he was on my ass again. That I've got power going to the subway station. But I got nothing from you." Jill asked as well as informed.

"I had a run in with Wolf Pack." Kat told her. "This tells me a few timelines are mixed." She winced looking at her cut that bleed a bit. "I'm lucky I found some flash bangs and a car trunk to hide in. I'm nowhere near experienced enough to fight them head on."

"Jesus Christ." Jill breathed. "Are you hurt? What about Rose and Sherry?"

"No. Just have a cut. Deep enough for a new scar." Kat informed then looked to the police station in the distance behind her. "Rose and Sherry ran for the police station. I'm going to go and find them. Either Leon or Claire will find me with them."

"Good luck, Kat." Jill told her. "Keep an eye out."

"You too." Kat nodded and stood from the trunk.