During the End…

In the middle of the night:

Claire Redfield awoke with a dragged out yawn. She pressed face-down in the pillow. More than anything she just wanted to drift back into nothingness underneath the warmth of the blankets.

She opened up her phone which was always near her side when she slept and her eyes widened when she saw the date. Apparently she'd overslept that long?

"Man, was I jetlagged or what? Ugggh, now I can't go back to sleep…" Claire dragged herself out of bed and got dressed. Still trying to reorient her senses to the world of the waking, Claire stumbled to the fridge and broke out the ingredients. "…starving anyhow."

(Y'know, is it just me or does everything just look a bit off? I don't remember the fridge being in this corner of the room…)

"Hey Chris, I'm making some Redfield-style chilaquiles and chorizo… you want some?" Claire called out, but there was no answer.

(He's probably still pooped, I guess. Probably from chasing Leon all week… again)

Claire finished cooking her meal and after piling her food onto a plate, she walked to the living room. The furniture there too was all in different places than she remembered.

Her mouth dropped as a sudden, violent draft hit her.

"What the fuck?"

There was a big hole in the wall, a perfect-Chris shaped hole, like her brother had turned into Bugs Bunny overnight. Through the windows and Chris-shaped hole in the wall, Claire could see fires in the skyline. Rescue, military, and news helicopters all swarming like a wild flock of birds.

Claire sat down on the couch and turned the TV on.

She went to the news channel for some quick exposition.

Big Bro had actually just gone out and done that? That was fucking Umbrella level shit there! The mad lad! Claire felt something bubbling up within her.

"CHRIS!"


After slapping around a poor BSAA temp, Claire was told that Chris was currently interrogating a special prisoner on the level where all the holding cells and other prison-related things were.

"What the fuck, Chris? You actually used that freaking R-Virus?" Claire asked as she kicked down the door to the interrogation room. Chris was currently at the table, trying to intimdate the prisoner on the other end. Claire's eyes widened as she recognized the black bob and red dress the prisoner was wearing.

Ada Wong didn't seem too concerned that she was a prisoner in the clutches of a man who empathetically wanted her dead. She looked like she might as well have been getting a manicure or waiting for a barista to finish her espresso. Or watching paint dry on growing grass.

"Hi, Claire. How's it going? I'd wave hello, but my hands are tied at the moment." Ada jangled her cuffed hands.

"Cool, Ada, I guess. This Japan trip has been pretty weird, even for my standards."

"Claire! You're awake!" Chris forgot about Ada momentarily as he turned around and greeted his little sister. "I had thought that I was gonna have to get Leon's dick to awake you!"

"Uh… okay… so, um… what's Ada doing here?" Claire pointed at Ada, who merely yawned.

"I'm holding here prisoner! She's now a crucial part in my plan to preserve the Redfield Lineage!" Chris proudly proclaimed. "Y'see, Leon will drag himself to hell and back for here! He's gonna come here to rescue her and when he does, boy oh boy have I got a surprise waiting for him!"

Chris rubbed his palms in anticipation.

"How's Leon these days, by the way?" Ada chimed in. "Haven't seen him in ages, feels like!"

"Oh, Leon's just-" Chris butted in.

"Shaddup, prisoner! You don't get to address my sister!" Chris pointed a menacing finger at Ada.

"Excuse me, big bro, but I think I'm old enough to decide who gets to talk to me!" Claire protested. "And besides, Ada's not what matters here!"

"What's more important than our bloodline's continuation, Claire?"

"Um… have you forgotten about that big zombie outbreak outside that's getting bigger by the minute? The zombie outbreak that you… er… started?"

"Oh. That. I can explain that." Chris shrugged. "Plan A: I needed the zombies to get Leon's Yakuza-looking mofo bodyguard outta the way. But then I managed to kidnap Ada in Plan B. So I had no more need to get rid of that whatshisname now that Leon's coming to me. But I didn't do that until I already sent the R-Virus into the wild, so it was too late not to start a zombie outbreak but… I'm sure it'll fix itself."

Chris flashed Claire two thumbs-ups and a big smile.

"Chris! You're doing exactly what Umbrella did!" Claire clapped two exasperated palms against her head.

"No! Umbrella was doing what they did just cause they could! Me, I'm doing it for a good cause! For our family!" Chris defended himself.

"A zombie outbreak, Chris! Thousands might be dead already!" Even inside sheltered as they were in the BSAA Japan HQ, they could hear some of the chaos outside. Like a nearby building crumbling and the bombardment of missiles.

"The Redfield Lineage must be continued. At any cost." Chris ran his thumb across his throat. "If history will brand me a monster for it, so be it. But I will have ensured that you and Leon's child can continue the battle against bioterrorism and save the world for generations to come long after I've passed!"

"Yare yare…" Claire shook her head.


"Why are we running?" Kiryu asked Jill as the woman continued urgently dragging him through the alleys and streets of Kamurocho. Everywhere Kiryu saw the zombies attacking people. Majima's men were really dedicated to their craft, he had to give them credit for that.

"For real?" Jill asked without looking at him. "You wanna be some undead's snack?"

"Hee-yaaaa!" Jill took the moment to kick an approaching zombie's head into a wall, crushing it.

"Woah! Don't kill them! They're just doing their job!" Kiryu reprimanded her, yanking himself out of her grip.

"Uh… what are you talking about?" Jill stared to stare at him, confused.

"This isn't the first time this has happened." Kiryu explained. "There's a man in the local crime scene called Goro Majima. He has something of an obsession with me, and he's gone to many lengths to indulge it. But don't fret. They're not real zombies. Just local out of work actors and mob boys in make-up. A few good hits and they should go down."

"Kiryu, I really don't think that is what's happening here! We gotta get moving!"

"Don't be scared. I'll show you."

To emphasis his point, as Kiryu said that, a growl was heard and Kiryu turned to see a zombie coming towards them.

Kiryu calmly walked towards the zombie while cracking his numbers.

Kiryu kicked the zombie with enough force to snap a spine like a stick of Pocky. The zombie cracked in two, and immediately began to drag its bloody self towards Kiryu.

"Nani." (What.) Kiryu said as the zombie grabbed his left leg and began biting his shoe. Its diseased teeth couldn't quite penetrate the leather.

"You don't need to go this far to earn a paycheck, pal." Kiryu sighed. He tried to shake the zombie off, but the thing's grip was tight and strong. With no other choice, Kiryu lifted his other leg and stomped on the decrepit undead's head, splattering it to bloody chunks like an exploded watermelon.

"These really are good special effects. Majima's putting Hollywood to shame!" Kiryu said. The sound of the destruction of the zombie alerted five of its fellow walkers that were emerging from the dark alleys of Kamurocho, all of them focused on Kiryu and Jill.

Their eyes turned red.

They began to croak grotesque vocalizations. Though they had never spoken a lick of it when they were alive, the undead Japanese moaned and chanted English as they shambled towards Kiryu and Jill.

"GENES!"

"REDFIELD LINEAGE!"

"What the fuck?" Jill gasped.

The zombies were sniffing the air towards Kiryu and Jill.

"UNWORTHY GENES!" One zombie stuck its rotted arm out towards Kiryu. "PURGE!"

"PLATONIC LIFE FRIEND!" The same zombie emphasized with its other arm towards Jill. "DO NOT HURT!" As they passed her, the zombies briefly knelt to Jill like a knight greeting a proper lady.

"WHAT THE FUCK!" Jill screeched before shaking her fist to the heavens as she made a quick guess as to what was going on. "GOD DAMMIT CHRIS!"

"Majima knows I don't understand English. Why is he making his actors say it like it'll mean anything to me?" Kiryu scratched his head.

The zombies suddenly howled and found the sprint in their legs as they charged towards Kiryu.

"Woah!" Kiryu dived to the side as the zombies reached them. Missing him, they barreled into the building behind him. With a loud crash, they toppled it like it was nothing. In a blind rage, the zombies began to wail on the building with the fists. Despite the rotted nature of their limbs, their strength was unbelievable. The building, collapsed into dust and rubble before the zombies turned around and again made a beeline towards Kiryu.

Kiryu, thinking quickly, spied some bike racks nearby that were pretty filled. He grabbed the largest heaviest bike he could see and swung it at the zombies, catching all five of the zombies in the necks with the wheel. The swing sliced their heads off in one clean go.

(Damn, there was a good ramen restaurant that was a part of that building.) Kiryu looked over the destruction zone sadly.

"Still convinced this is all some act?" Jill interrupted his remembrance with a rather rude clamp on his shoulder. Kiryu turned his head to look at Jill, who was covered in lots of zombie blood. Behind her were a baker's dozen of brutally slaughtered zombies, who looked like they'd all been torn to pieces by some savage beast's hands.

Jill's hands were completely red and dripping. Though the zombies had been ignoring her, Jill wasn't ignoring them.

"I've tried my hand at producing a few times." Kiryu shrugged. "You never know the lengths an artist will go for their craft."

"Gah!" Jill clenched her fists. "Whatever! Just don't get bitten, okay?"


Jill and Kiryu emerged from an alleyway a few minutes later, armed with weapons they had picked from what was left lying around the streets. On the way there, Kiryu had been ambushed again by some Yakuza who didn't seem to prioritize the ongoing zombie outbreak around them over choosing to pick a fight with Kiryu. One of them had been carrying a katana which now was held by Kiryu.

"HELP US!" The last Yakuza screamed as the zombies came upon them and began digging in.

(Just how many people did Majima rope him into this warped theater of his?) Kiryu wondered as he felt the tip of the katana. A genuine blade. Majima must be playing big, but when did he not?

Jill Valentine was holding a crowbar, with two bicycle wheels attached to her shoulders as improvised guards.

They emerged into Theater Square and to say it was engulfed in chaos was to put it lightly. Total fucking pandemonium. People were being chewed up in the streets, cars and phone booths were on fire, and explosions were currently rocking the SEGA Arcade and the bowling alley.

(Majima's really stooped to destroying Kamurocho to get at me, huh.) Kiryu looked at the zombies chowing down on the corpses that were right in front of them.

"Still think this is some elaborate stage production?" Jill elbowed him. Meanwhile, the zombies had noticed their presence and were now crawling or lumbering towards them.

"Even if this was real, you don't seem to be too concerned about a real-life zombie outbreak." Kiryu noted. Jill wasn't exactly settling in for easy-sailing, but she still seemed to be taking the idea of a real-life zombie outbreak in far too much stride than anyone should have. She wasn't reacting particularly strongly as they waded their way through the zombie hordes in front of them, beating down any that got in their way.

Jill sighed. She exposited while they fought.

"It's not my first night of the living dead." Jill's voice grew cold. "I was scared shitless the first time. But I manage to buckle up and rescue Chris in that mansion. The second time, when the infection hit the city, it still scared me. When death is on two legs and holding a rocket launcher with my name on it, and there's been a countdown placed on my own humanity, how could I not be? But eventually, it almost becomes just like any other boring job. Not even the nightmares make me sweat anymore."

"I… I'm sorry. If what you're saying is true… it's something no one should ever have to experience. Let alone many times." Kiryu said sympathetically as he chopped a zombie's head off and sliced another zombie in half vertically. He wondered what these zombies really were. These surely couldn't be real people Majima was sending after him. Really realistic robots, perhaps? Animatronics controlled remotely from somewhere?

Kiryu was sure Majima was on some rooftop watching them all with a remote

control in hand, just laughing at him.

Just where was Majima, anyways?


In another part of Kamurocho, in a shifty cabaret club located on Pink Street, the once glitzy and glamourous interior of the club was awash with blood and guts. A hostess with dyed-blonde pigtails and a fluffy pink dress tried to run through the charnel house that was once her workplace, as hostess and guest alike fell and rose again and ate and ate and ate all arounnd her.

"Eeeeee!" The hostess tripped because she was running in heels, and when she looked up, two zombies were standing over her.

The zombies garbled to each other in a English, a language foreign to her ear.

"Genes… how… good?" One zombie asked as the other bent over and dragged a diseased tongue along the shuddering hostess' cheek.

"Awful… unworthy of… Master Chris." The other zombie growled as its tongue retreated back into its mouth, where the jaw had almost fallen off.

"We must then… crush." The first zombie formed fists.

"Yes. Crush like… puny… boulder." The other zombie agreed.

"As… Book… of Redfield… decree." The two zombies lunged at the hostess. She closed her eyes and screamed. But no teeth and scraping nails dug into her skin. All she had to feel was the pounding of her own heart. Then she heard it. Flesh being annihilated, penetrated and shredded into scraps. And above it all, gunfire and the whooping hollars of a man as mad as a dog.

She peeked through her fingers. A glorious sight, even when obscured, awaited her.

Goro Majima, holding a baseball bat wrapped in razor-wire and with two blades embedded at the very top, laughed as he beat in zombie head after zombie head, as his family members provided covering fire for him.

"Geez, the service in these kinda joints really went downhill once I stopped workin' 'em, huh?" Majima wryly remarked.

"You're… you're…" The hostess looked up at her savior in all his bare-chested, bloody one-eyed glory. "The Lord of the Night himself!"

(Now that's a name I haven't heard or thought about in a long long time.) Majima thought as he slide towards a few more zombies. He pulled out his tanto blade and sliced at their legs as he slid past, taking the limbs off and sending the zombies to the ground.

"Ha ha ha ha ha!" Majima cackled as he quickly stood up and bashed in the zombie's heads as he towered over them.

"I think we've secured the joint!" One of his men yelled out as he gunned down the last zombie in sight.

"They're… they're…" The hostess wept as she surveyed the wreckage and death around her. "My co-workers and guests are all dead!"

"Mmm-hmm… well, since they're all too dead to tip… here ya go." Majima tossed a fat wad of cash at the hostess. She looked at the money and only started crying harder.

(Huh, that used to solve these kinda problems. It really ain't the 80s no more.) Majima shook his head.

"Boss!" Another of Majima's low-level goons burst in, sweaty and caked in zombie blood. "I was scroungin' around for supplies when I…"

"What is it, kid? I'm trying to help a lady out here!" Majima impatiently asked as he tried to calm down the panicked hostess. It'd been years since he had to deal with these kinds of gals, but some of the old tricks were coming back to him.

"I… spotted him! Kiryu Kazuma!" The goon eagerly informed him.

"KIRYU-CHAAAAAN? Where?" Majima stuffed one final fat stack of bills into the hostess' sobbing mouth, hoping that this would be the fix to whatever was eatin' her. Heh, eat. What a belly-cracker he'd just made. In hearing the name of the Eternal Rival, he'd forgotten her woes already.

"In Theater Square, boss! It seems he thinks you started all this, just to get at him!"

"Ha ha ha! If only!" Majima forced a chuckle.

"So what's the M.O., boss?" His men looked to him for an answer.

"You leave the big decisions to me. The rest of ya'll… spread out! Stay alive and help out whoever else is still standin' in this town gone to hell!" Majima ordered, holding his tanto out to the door. "Hey, wait a sec!"

Majima's eyes narrowed at the watch on the elbow of his low-level goon, the one who had brought him the news.

"Why's your watch on the other arm today?" Majima accused.

"No, no, no! It ain't what it looks like!" The underling protested.

"I don't think so! It's exactly what it looks like!" Majima ripped the watch off and the feeling in the room sank even more than it already had. The hostess screamed at the gaping bite mark on the man's arm.

Majima sighed. He had lost several men already, but this was the first tonight he was faced with this predicament.

(I've played House of the Dead enough times to know where the hell this is going.) Majima shook his head.

"Boss… I'm so sorry! There was just too many! Wait, maybe it ain't like it is in the movies!" The bitten goon stammered, thinking of excuses to cling onto life just a little longer.

"Don't bullshit. We've all seem 'em rising tonight. Don't be a goddamn crybaby about it. Ain't nobody in Goro Majima's employ a goddamn crybaby. So chin up. I'll make it quick, kid." Majima shook his head and reeling in the poor bitten man close. True to his word, he made it quick with his tanto.

When he was done, Majima tossed the watch to another of his men.

"When this is done, bury the watch with him. And don't think about pocketin' it for yourself. I'll know." Majima adjusted his jacket. "Now if you'll excuse me, I got me a date with Kiryu-chan~~~!"


"We need to get supplied!" Jill yelled to Kiryu. Their weapons had about worn out their use and the zombies were getting to be a bit too much for them. So they were now running, running for their lives. "Where can a lady get herself a fresh batch of guns and ammo in this town?"

"Just follow me!" Kiryu motioned as he took the lead. He hoped that the establishment was still standing and open for business at the moment.

Managing to lose the undead on the heels, they arrived at a Chinese restaurant called The Dragon & Tiger that was located in the metaphorical armpit of Kamurocho.

"What the hell!" Kiryu said as he saw giant "CLOSED" and "CONDEMNED" signs plastered all over the restaurant's storefront. Kiryu noticed a bum drinking across from the restaurant. "What happened?"

"Er… I tried to take a poo in the middle of the restaurant one day when the health inspector did a surprise inspection." The bum muttered sheepishly. "Oom, and one thing led to another. It turned out the owner was engaging in weapons trafficking on the side so then the cops hauled him off after the city closed the place. Oh I've been having to poo on the streets and filthy public bathrooms ever since!"

"Plan B it is then!" Kiryu and Jill ran off again, leaving the somewhat confused bum alone to his likely fate as zombie chow.


Plan B took them to a storefront in another part of town. This storefront wasn't exactly a place of elite repute, as the flashy posters of sexy girls posing in the windows might imply. A clientele that was mostly varying degrees of horny and frustrated male with a few curious females of the bisexual or homosexual-orientation popping in every now or then.

"I know we're probably gonna die or whatever, but this is no time for a hard-on." Jill wagged her finger at Kiryu as he walked to the door.

"If you're embarrassed to be seen in there, you can just wait outside." Kiryu sternly said as he walked in.

Little did Jill Valentine know, but overpriced smut mags and vids weren't the only items that the erotic shop sold.

Ask the clerk if they had a certain video in stock, and you might just win a peek at the "special" inventory.

However, Kiryu quickly came out as soon as he had come in. A flushed expression was on his face.

"The missus see you in there?" A bemused Jill asked.

"No… not that. The store… they sold out. I can't believe it. The clerk told me everyone just rushed in for the guns and gear." Kiryu shook his head. "People are really taking this zombie apocalypse of yours seriously."

"Now do you believe me?" Jill demanded.

Kiryu shrugged. It began to rain, and for a moment, he pondered if Jill wasn't acting crazy about this. That maybe this wasn't another one of Majiima's elaborate pranks. Kamurocho had suddenly become a near-lifeless ground zero for terror, with whatever pockets of life remaining in the district collapsing into anarchy.

Military helicopters flew overhead. In the distance, spotlight towers for checkpoints swept the streets.

"Well, I hope you have a Plan C. 'Cause I doubt we're gonna scrape by on our good looks and fisticuffs alone." Jill said. "It would be handy… right about now."

Another pack of zombies sprinted at them, through a street that was suddenly infested with the things. Their decaying, discolored flesh was red and the rain turned into steam as it hit their skin. These zombies were like blind bulldozers, as they tore through their fellow undead to barrel towards the closest living things in sight: Jill and Kiryu.

"Oh no, they've got mutations too?" Jill observed. "Crimson Heads, just great!"

"Get ready to run… I'll try to hold them off." Kiryu readied his fists.

However, before anything could happen, a police car blaring its siren swerved out of nowhere and into the Crimson Heads, killing them all. The police car skidded to a stop right in front of Kiryu and Jill, and the siren turned off. A young cop in a blue jacket over a white shirt and black tie stepped out from the driver's seat.

"Kiryu! It's good to see you! I was bringing in a gun trafficking suspect when all went to hell, and it's nice to see a familiar face in this mess!" The cop waved. Jill looked and in the back of the car there was the form of a prisoner sitting there.

"Do I… know you?" Kiryu squinted. The cop was acting as if Kiryu knew him.

"Kiryu, this is no time for jokes! It's me, Tanimura!" The cop claimed.

(Bullshit. I know Tanimura. And this man definitely isn't Tanimura.) Sure, he was wearing the exact same clothes as Tanimura Kiryu knew, but everything else wasn't! The face, the voice, even the hair - it was all wrong! If this was really Tanimura, it was like he'd been magically replaced overnight by some perverse alteration!

"Majima put you up to this, didn't he? Next time, tell your boss to hire a better casting director!" Kiryu thrust an accusing finger at the alleged Tanimura.

"What are you talking about, Kiryu-san? I'm the Tanimura you've always known!" Tanimura protested. "And I… no, the whole police department of Kamurocho - need your help!"

"You don't need to impersonate someone I know just to get my help! All you have to do is ask nicely!" Kiryu sighed.

Kiryu and "Tanimura" awkwardly stared at each other for a few minutes.

"Okay, so what did you need help with?" Kiryu asked.

"The military's not letting anyone in or out of Kamurocho. So the chiefs figured to gather up all the cops and any volunteers, to make one final stand against these flesh-munchin' freaks." "Tanimura" explained. "So, are you with meaaaaaaaargh!"

Without warning, a long tongue wrapped around "Tanimura" and he was yanked upwards screaming. Kiryu looked up in time to see a large frog-like shape with a head like an exposed brain scurry up the side of a rooftop and disappear with "Tanimura" in tow.

(I guess I shouldn't have wasted so much time grilling him over his identity.) Kiryu held his chin in thought. "At least we got a free car out of it."

"Fuck. Lickers too." Jill sighed as the two got in. "This is just gonna be another one of those nights, ain't it."

"What's a licker?" Kiryu asked as he started driving. He wish he had a third arm about now, to cover his nose. The car stunk of rotten food, dirty clothes, and a body that had not been bathed for decades.

"The viruses that create zombies… tend to cause mutagenic side-effects here and there. And they don't go down as easily as your average dead walker."

"I believe I can help with that." The prisoner in the back suddenly spoke up in severely accented Japanese, leaning directly against the glass pane separating the two halves of the police car. He was a ragged, hooded man who stooped as he sat. So that was where the smell was coming from, Kiryu deduced. "I got some rare things on sale, stranger."

"Just who are you?" Jill asked.

"Me? I'm just a simple merchant whose business trip went very wrong. Stop the car and let me out. The officer who confiscated my wares put them in the trunk of this very vehicle."


"My god. Christmas, my birthday, and Japanese New Year all came at once." Jill's eyes widened as Kiryu popped the trunk open and she saw the Merchant's arsenal.

Not just simple pea-shooters. Grenades of all sorts, atop of mountains of ammo. Riot shotguns, military-grade assault weapons, these weren't even the deadliest toys in the shop right now. If she was a spokeswoman for the National Rifles Association, she would be so so fucking wet right now.

"We'll take all of them." Jill snapped her fingers.

"Okay then, stranger. Cash or credit?" The Merchant asked.

"Nani?" (What?) Kiryu turned his head.

"Bitch, we're in another zombie apocalypse and you got the gall to charge us for the means to fight back? How does that make you feel, capitalist scum?" Jill glared at the Merchant.

The Merchant chuckled and shrugged. "Hey hey, calm down. No need to get mad, stranger. I got to eat too, just like the undead. Facts don't care about feelings."

"Well, here's another fact." Jill cracked her knuckles. "You're currently handcuffed, and I'm not."

"Oh no." The Merchant said.

Jill then knocked him out with one punch.

"Alright, Kiryu!" She flashed him the okay sign. "Grab as much as you can carry!"


"What do you need that for?" Kiryu asked as he watched Jill hoist the rocket launcher up and sling it around her shoulders, while he checked the assault rifles he had picked up. "Can helicopters be zombified, too?"

"Infested choppers? Not to my knowledge, but there's a first for anything." Jill replied as she lovingly straddled the RPG. (It's always good to see an old friend.)

"Let's get moving then. Shall we track down that final stand of the police that the Tanimura impersonator mentioned?" Kiryu proposed.

"Hell no." Jill shook her head. "Last stands in large numbers never end well."

"Then what do we do? We've been running around like headless chickens for hours!" Kiryu asked. A zombie ran up to them as they chatted, and Jill whipped out a large revolver and blew what remained of its brains out.

"It's simple, really. We take the fucking fight to Redfield." Jill put her revolver back in its holster and then cocked a shotgun she was holding. "Let's get moving."

At that precise moment, the earth shook without warning.

(Nani? An earthquake, now?) Kiryu thought as he tried to maintain his balance. The earth kept shaking. Cars bounced up and down with the shakes. What wasn't nailed down went flying. And the noise. Like great explosions in the distance. Getting louder. And getting closer.

And there was barking too. The barking of dogs. But something was wrong about the barks.

(It's coming from behind us! What is it?) Kiryu turned around to look.

Right as he did, a great boulder attached a chain came crashing down. Right on the abandoned police car and where the unconscious Merchant were. They went up in flames.

"What the fuck is that?" Jill asked.

Over the smoke and flames, the new menace came into view. If it had once been a man, any pretenses of humanity had long been lost in an escalation of mutation.

The monstrosity stood ten feet tall, was wrapped in a mixture of rags and bondage gear with a giant sack barely covering its head, which was all scaly and rotting like a zombie dinosaur. Tubes popped out of holes connecting the head. Coursing red fluid traveled through the tubes. Unnatural amounts of muscles. In one arm the monstrosity held a three-headed flail, each with a giant boulder attached. In the other arm, the monstrosity held on a leash two undead dogs just chomping for their pound of flesh. And mounted on its back and poking out over its shoulders were missile launchers.

(Remember when the worst I had to worry about was some big guy with a rocket launcher?) Jill sighed.

"These fucking virus biohazards just get…" She struggled to find the right words to express her exasperation. "...gah!"

"Now would be a good time to use that!" Kiryu referenced Jill's RPG as he raised an assault rifle and started firing at the monstrosity. The bullets had about as much effect as using water to wash up an oil spill. The monstrosity then let go of its leash and two hounds from hell charged towards the two.

"Why? I only have one rocket! You never waste a rocket before the end!" Jill retorted as the two dove away as the monstrosity began lobbing its own missiles at them. The zombie dogs jumped through the fires of the explosion.

"Aah!" The dog pinned Kiryu right as he landed from his dive. Kiryu, with all his strength, tried to hold the dog at bay as its undead jaws snapped at him.

"Get off!" Kiryu, in a move of desperation, head-butted the dog. Gaining momentum, he threw the dog off and got hold of his rifle again, jamming the barrel right into the dog's mouth. Pulling the trigger, Kiryu shredded the zombie dog right as the other zombie dog reached him. With a quick snap of the leg, Kiryu kicked the zombie dog and sent it skidded.

Howling, the other zombie dog was undeterred and lunged at Kiryu again.

The zombie dog pulled its jaws apart, but right before it bit Kiryu, Kiryu tiger dropped it out of instinct.

The counter-punch split the zombie dog in two and its divided halves flew apart in opposite directions, trailing guts everywhere.

Meanwhile, Jill was running, dodging swings of boulders and missiles from the monstrosity. Trying to get closer while trying to stay alive.

Redfield Rex, was what she was calling it. Based on the dinosaur head, and her suspicions regarding the origins of this sudden zombie outbreak.

A light bulb went off in Jill's head as she saw the Redfield Rex loading a fresh batch of missiles.

Jill ran up a truck. She did a jumping flip over another swing of boulder from the Redfield Rex. As the boulder collided into the truck, it exploded, propelling Jill through the air. Jill, with her shotgun in hand, fired as she flew over the missiles.

The ensuing big explosion sent the Redfield Rex flying right towards Kiryu, while blazing. Screeching, the Redfield Rex extended and opened a burning clawed hand towards Kiryu

"Watch what you're doing!" Kiryu chastised Jill, right before he tiger dropped the Redfield Rex once again using nothing but instinct, knocking it down. The Redfield Rex's neck cracked as it landed.

"Hmmmpf!" Kiryu grunted as without seconds to spare, he grabbed the giant boulder that was at the end of Redfield Redfield's flail and lifted it up, before slamming it down onto the monstrosity's head. The Redfield Rex's head was buried underneath its own boulder.

"Huh. That was easier than I thought. Let's get moving!" Kiryu said to Jill but as soon as they turned around, the Redfield Rex burst through the boulder in a howling rage. The boulder dust explosion knocked Kiryu and Jill forward onto their bellies. The Redfield Rex lifted itself out of the pit that Kiryu had made when he smashed it with the boulder, a bent and burnt deformity kept walking only by its sheer murderous drive.

"You and your fat mouth." Jill tsk'ed. She and Kiryu lifted their firearms as the Redfield Rex advanced on them, only for everyone to stop in their tracks when they heard a whistle from above.

"Oh no…" Kiryu recognized the whistle. His eyes darted to a building where he had heard the whistle originate. It was the base of the Millennium Tower and he looked way up until he spotted on the roof of the skyscraper:

"Yo! Kiryu-chan~~~~~!" Majima stood proud atop the Millennium Tower, with his tanto in one hand and his baseball bat held by the other over his shoulder. "Saved some for me? Ya shouldn't have!"

"Nya-ha-ha-ha-ha!" Laughing, Majima sheathed his weapons before reaching into his pockets and pulling out tons of throwing knives.

(What's he planning?) Kiryu thought as the Redfield Rex roared at the new intruder.

Majma flung knives from atop the Millennium Tower down at the Redfield Rex. The monstrosity roared as sharp tiny metal rained down from the skies, piercing what flesh it had left.

"I think we should run now." Kiryu tugged on Jill's shoulder, only for two throwing knives to land at their feet.

"Don't go anywhere, Kiryu-chan! I'm coming right to you!" Majima laughed as he threw the rest of his knives and then began running down the side of the building, with his arms held behind him as he did.

"Nani." (What.) Kiryu blinked.

With a springing jump, Majima cackled as he twirled through the air towards the Redfield Rex. Ripping out his tanto, Majima cut into the Redfield Rex as he collided with it, cutting and cutting until he had carved a mutated mockery of a heart out of it.

Majima flung the heart onto the ground, before squishing it with a gruesome pop with his baseball bat.

Behind him, the Redfield Rex fell for good at last, exploding for good measure. Majima, of course, did not look back at the explosion.

"Surprised to see me, Kiryu-chan? And who's the mixed gal ya got with ya?" Majima pointed at Jill. Then out of nowhere, he spoke up in perfect English. "Name's Goro Majima."

"Uh… hi."

"What the hell Majima? You know English?" An exasperated Kiryu spoke up.

"Oh, I know a lotta languages. Ya want me to run ya the list or what?"

"How?" Kiryu demanded.

"Hey, I used to run some of the biggest clubs in Japan! Part of my cash flow was tourist money. It ain't good customer service to not know what the hell a customer's sayin'! Now answer me this, Kiryu, what are you up to?"

"My companion here, Jill Valentine, seems to have an idea of where this zombie outbreak all started. Maybe how to stop it even. We were on our way there, before that… thing interrupted us. Though…" Kiryu rubbed his chin a bit before jabbing an accusing finger at Majima. "...how do I know you weren't responsible for this?"

"Oh, still not over when I pretended to be a zombie to fight ya and you actually thought I was undead?" Majima laughed. "Kiryu, you've been fighting actual undead for… however long you've been doing it. Not my own men and out of work actors I ponied up. Can actors do that?"

Majima pointed to an alleyway, where a corpse was rising in the shadows.

"Hmm... yes they can! Besides, starting an actual zombie outbreak to bother me isn't out of bounds for you, I think!" Kiryu retorted.

"Now that ya mention it, it does piss me off that someone got the bright idea to do it before I did." Majima scowled. "So if you're headin' in their way to kick their ass, ya got my bat!"

Majima hopped between Kiryu and Jill, clamping his arms around their shoulders.

"Majima... we don't really need your help." Kiryu protested.

"Ya don't get a choice in the matter, Kiryu-chan." Majima whispered, squeezing his hand tightly against Kiryu's shoulder. "I'm sure this mixed minx over here won't mind."

"Oh, I'm Team Goro. Some extra bait for the zombies might be useful to have." Jill said.

"Ooh-hoo! Gotta smartmouth on ya, huh? I like this one, Kiryu!" Majima snorted as Jill rolled her eyes.

(Blargh... I wonder how Leon's doing…)


"Wuh… wuzzat… whereamI?" Leon mumbled as his eyes slowly flickered awake. He'd been in a deep slumber for what felt like sometime. As his vision cleared, he noticed he was facing the skies. He could see no stars, just darkness that sprawled forever. He was being carried, and he was in a T-Pose like Jesus. Or Tobey Maguire in Sam Raimi's Spider-Man 2, and for Leon's money it was still the best of the bunch when discounting the cartoon one. With a shudder, he realized that the hands that carried him were dead. Four of them. Zombies that weren't trying to eat him for a change, but taking him somewhere. Carrying Leon past buildings darkened and buildings ablaze poking upwards that jutted into the lifeless blanket of smog that was the sky.

(How did I get here? Fuck, that crazy thot Jill was right. Maybe the power of love only goes so far without a lot of bullets to back it up.)

"Pipe down, Leon." The zombie spoke up in a thick Japanese accent. "We have arrived at our destination. Master Redfield will see you shortly."

The top of the BSAA Japan HQ's building then came into view, along with the tops of giant boulders that had been set up everywhere. Leon could hear rotten fists colliding against stone. The zombies were trying to punch boulders? Who else punched boulders that he knew? Leon made a quick guess as to what was happening.

"Master Redfield? Chris has pet zombies? What the fudging fudge!" Leon realized then that the zombies weren't holding onto him so tightly. Afraid of damaging the merch, perhaps? With a quick twist, he spiralled out of their hold and sent them flying like debris around a shockwave.

One zombie landed on top of a fence, impaling itself on the spikes. Another went through a thick glass window and was shredded by the jagged edges.

"I guess I should thank you for bringing me right to Chris so I rip off his Redfield lineage and stuff it up his nose myself!" Leon said to the last two zombies as he leapt up like he was playing hop-scotch and landed on their hands before they could get up, squishing them.

Hundreds of zombies that were training to punch boulders stopped what they were doing and shuffled around to gaze at Leon hungrilly.

"The lost messiah! The worthy genes returns!" They started closing in.

"I don't think so!" Leon began running towards the entrance of the building. "I'm here to save my waifu and you undead punks aren't stopping me!"

Leon then heard a familiar noise. He looked up to see perched atop a boulder a licker, and it was a big fucking licker. Like it took regular baths in liquid steroids.

"WE CAN'T LET YOU DO THAT, LEON!" Chris' voice came on over speakers in the court of boulders. "GET HIM AND BRING HIM TO ME GIFT-WRAPPED!"

At that, the licker pounced towards Leon.

"No way fag!" Leon grabbed the Licker by the tongue and swung him around. As the tongue unfurled, the licker slammed through boulders and zombies, destroying everything. Leon then reeled the licker back in using its own tongue, before using said tongue to also strangle the licker. He squeezed so hard he popped the licker's head off.

"I hope you're seeing this, Chris! 'Cause if you've hurt Ada in any way… your dick'll be joinin' his head!" Leon said as he tossed the decapitated licker aside.

"WOAH LEON I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU JUST ASSUMED THAT LICKER'S GENDER!" The flabbergasted Chris said over the speakers as Leon entered the BSAA HQ.


In the deserted lobby, Leon saw that two signs with arrows pointing the way had been set up. Each arrow pointed to a different elevator.

Left Arrow - Stupid Chinese Bitch.

Right Arrow - My Sexy All-American Perfect Little Sister.

Leon walked up to the signs, then looked at the elevators that the signs were pointing to.

"Nice try, Chris! Nooooot!" Leon kicked the signs down before heading towards the right elevator.

(God damn Leon, how did you know?) Chris thought as he watched Leon's progress over the cam feeds. (But no matter. I've got a little surprise waiting for him down there.)

Leon rode the elevator to the BSAA containment level. His heart burst with both excitement and dread. Excitement at seeing Ada again after so long, and dread at what that barbarian Chris might've done to her. But maybe she'd be grateful for the rescue. Maybe finally do things like kiss and hold hands.

However, nothing would've prepared Leon to the first thing he saw as the elevator stopped and the doors opened.

"Uh… Leon…" A nervous teenage girl's voice. A familiar blonde stood before him, with a fearful look in her eyes. What was she so scared of? Leon recognized her almost instantly.

"Sherry! What are you doing here?"

"I'm sorry Leon! I wanted nothing to do with this but Chris threatened me with permanent bodily harm if I didn't help him!" Sherry Birkin stammered.

"That monster! Is there no low he won't sink to? To threaten a little angel like you, Sherry!" Leon clenched his fists. "Another thing to make him pay for!"

"But the others… they didn't need to be threatened!"

"Wait, what others?" Leon then realized that the fear in her eyes was a warning. To him.

The voice of the eternally irritating banshee then struck his earbuds. They felt like they were bleeding.

"LEOOOOOOOON! HELLLLLLLLP!" Another blonde stepped into view, shoving Sherry Birkin aside. "How's that for a trip down memory lane, Leon?"

"Oh fuck no! Ashley, what the fuck are you doing here?" Leon said as a rush of bad memories flooded him. He really shouldn't have listened to the President, he should've let the Ganados have her. In hindsight the President probably would've thanked him for that. As bad as his experience was, Leon wasn't the one who had to raise Ashley after all.

Ashley rubbed her palms.

"Oh, Chris promised me something long overdue that you owe me." Ashley Graham smacked her lips.

"In your dreams, fag!" Leon uppercutted Ashley into the roof and continued running.

"Run away, Leon! You're doing exactly what they want!" Sherry yelled.

"Sorry, but my Pan-Ada is in there!" Leon yelled back.

Leon continued to run deeper into the floor, dodging R-Virus experiments and BSAA personnel as he did. His life didn't matter now, not as much as hers did. He had to find her. He had to save Ada. And maybe fuck her at the end of it, too.

"Better watch where you're going, Flashy Flash." Leon heard the droll voice of a gal who sounded like that Laura Bailey chick who's in all the video games and anime. Uh-oh, why did that voice also sound so familiar? And it wasn't just because Leon really liked [insert your favorite Laura Bailey thing here].

A lady's leg stuck itself out where he was running.

"Whatthefuck" Leon tripped and landed flat on his face.

"Miss me? Hell, remember me?" Leon felt someone climbing onto his back. She roughly straddled his cheeks, tugged at his hair, while grinding up and down on him with her crotch. "I'll give you a refresher. You helped me kill my sister Deborah, yeah? When I saw you shooting her and setting her on fire… gawd Leon, you made me so wet."

"Ewwwwww!" Leon almost threw up. "Oh Jesus, it's you! Hillary Hooper!"

The woman turned him around, slamming him down on his back. Leon found himself looking up into the irate face of a brunette dressed in a black vest and pants over a white shirt.

"HELENA HARPER!" The woman stomped on him and grinded. Leon shrieked. "Motherfucker, we were together for an entire zombie apocalypse! I saved your ass, you saved my ass, and we kicked a lot of ass! But you can't even get my name right! Ooh, but you'll definitely remember my name when I'm done with you. You'll remember all our names."

Helena whistled. Another woman joined her. A fellow dark-haired beauty, this one wearing glasses. Leon's eyes widened, his jaws dropping at the betrayal.

"Hunnigan… no… why…"

"Leon." Hunnigan tsk'ed, tilted her glasses, and winked at him. "You think a woman could spend her entire career listening to your sexy voice and not get horny for you? Why waste your life chasing the phantom of some unrequited love when your true love spoke constantly into your very ear, Leon?"

"SHE'S NOT A PHANTOM! SHE'S REAL AND YOU THOTS ARE KEEPING ME FROM HER!" Leon shouted as he struggled, but Helena kept him pinned down with fierce tightness.

"Leon, I love it when my dessert fights back!" Helena laughed.

Hunnigan took a needle and syringe out from her pocket. Ashley joined them, with the reluctant Sherry in tow.

"Oh, she'll definitely be a phantom soon enough." Helena giggled hatefully. "But not until we have some long overdue fun with you, loverboy."

Helena pet Leon's hair like he was some dog as she transitioned to sitting on him.

"Until then, have a quick nap." Helena whispered into his ear as Hunnigan injected the needle in his neck.

Leon felt himself blacking out. He tried to fight it, keep awake, but resistance was futile.

(No… Ada… I won't fail you. I love you. This is not the e