The dead of night and it's silent. I hated the silence. I hated the night. They could roam then. They had the freedom to do what they wanted and our eyesight was compromised.

Everything that moved was potentially them. It made my hair stand on end on the back of my neck. The world is nothing like it could be remembered for. All the joy. The passion seemed sucked out and now nothing but terror and fear reigned.

I lit up a cigarette. Maybe it will calm my nerves. No use. A movement causes me to fire into the dirt ground. It kicks up the dust and it dances around. What am I doing? Wasting ammo? Losing my mind? All seemed to be true.

I probably gave my location away too. Of course I did. You are a straight up idiot Carlos. Well I guess I'll be dead soon. That's how the world worked now. Give your location away, die.

I have seen it too many times. I have seen it too many ways. People being ripped to shreds. Blood everywhere. Not many survivors left nowadays.

Well I better move. I mean there is still a piece of me that wants to live. I guess... I mean how awesome would it be to be Zombie Chow though. Think about it. Perfect death to be eaten alive as long as I was eaten enough not to come back. That would be perfect or maybe just a head.

I know shouldn't joke in an apocalypse but what else but my dark sense of humor keep me alive. I was probably too mean to anyways that is why Umbrella wanted me. A mercinary. Someone who didn't care but never in a billion years would I have thought it would all end up like this.

Empty buildings. Broken glass. No life. Not even the undead until I see something running through a building. Just flashes through the windows and walls. They are quick but I can't tell if it is too quick for a human to move into undead territory.

I raise my gun and repeat in my head 'head shot'. That's how these things die. Sever the head from the body. They lose control. They die for real this time and they stay dead.

I continue to move toward it. Hunt it. Kill it. That was the way in South America. That is the way here. I get closer but something odd hit my nose. Not the smell of decay and death. It is almost sweet. Like honey suckle. But how could that be? They don't smell sweet.

Got to shove it deep down can't let it distract me. But what if it was another human? What if it was someone that was still living and they needed my help?

These conflicting thoughts.m are just spinning like a tornado. I can't focus. I have to stay stable. Think of something, anything. Like shooting a rabbit in the face. That was fun. His little head blew straight off. It was overkill but hey it was worth it.

That scent again. It is like a siren call. It is like I'm losing every bit of me to it. It's filling me up. It's spreading through my veins. What is happening? I can't stay focused. I can't do anything. Is it because I haven't seen or smelt life in so long?

I left Umbrella once all this shit went down. I bolted, got out. Now I feel like they are hunting me but ever since then it has just been the smelt of death and decay. Rotting flesh, dried blood but this was human. This was so familiar.

I am getting closer and closer until I stop and I'm face to face with him. A young man no more than eighteen. He is crouched down. His hair pitch black, his skin fair. His blue eyes pleading for mercy.

But who was he? I hadn't seen him anywhere near this place. Where did he come from? My mind wondered. I wondered if I should jus shoot him. See if he is real.

He must have seen it in my eyes because his breathing quickened and he was totally spazzing out.

"Wait, wait, please. Please don't shoot." His voice was sweet like sugar. I lower my weapon as he stands up slowly. His eyes filled with tears. His heart hitting hard against his chest.

"Who are you?" I asked. My voice cold and harsh. I even heard it. I felt bad because he was still shaking.

"My name is Jack Valentine. I am just a nobody cop. I am just trying to get out of here." He just spews his guts hoping I believe him, "Who are you?"

"Carlos." I pause to take a drag of my cigarette, "Carlos Oliveria." I tell him as he seems to be calming down. He stands up cautiously. One eye always on my gun.

Staring at him I know he posed no threat but maybe I should keep the fear about me a little longer. Fear meant power and I needed it. I mean jack may seem sweet and innocent but so did the Red Queen before she went psycho. I had to keep my guard up. But apparently it wasn't that up.

A loud sound of scrapping against metal enters my ears. I look over my shoulder to see an Excecutioner Majini. They are large. They are horrid. They were probably the worst thing Umbrella ever made... well wait. The Yawn was a pretty messed up thing they created too. And don't even get me started on those damn spiders. Grant it they are secondary infected by the t-virus, I still blame Umbrella.

I search the area. Thank god, just one. I ready my gun. These S.O.Bs were hard to kill and I mean majorly hard. But at least there is just one.

I take a step forward making sure the gun is cocked. The Executioner Majini rolled his hammer in his hands. I let out a cocky laugh. Was he enticing me. He had to be. He wanted a fight. I would give him one but just one thing, he isn't walking out of here. He will be another one on my hit list. It wasn't fair thought that they instantly got buff when they got infected. I had to bust my ass to get that way.

He was ready. His body flexed toward me.

"Alright." I chuckle while I run toward him. I scatter bullets all into his chest and arms. I drop to my knees sliding under the giant hammer that slides right over me.

I stop myself. It was seriously close. Uncomfortably close. I felt the wind from it in my face. I took a deep breathe regaining myself as I look over my shoulder the Executioner Majini turns around slowly.

He stares at me letting out an inhuman growl. I pissed him off. He had planned to cut me in half but laughs on him. I stand up getting myself ready for another assault. He takes a step toward me as rapid gunshots are heard.

He falls dead on the ground. Jack stood behind him with a smoking gun. All of a sudden I didn't think he feared me and maybe I should fear him.

He steps on the body unloading the rest of his clip into the back of the Executioner Majini's head. He looks at it tossing his gun aside.

He was a killer and not just some cop. He had killed before and I'm not sure he wouldn't do it again.

To Be Continued...