Moira

They had finished eating and had been relaxing a while watching tv. "So why a town like this? Just curious," Moira asked. Claire chuckled, "Hey there's nothing wrong with small towns. I grew up in a small town. Raccoon."

"Yeah well...they're small towns for a reason nobody wants to live there!" Claire chuckled, "You stayed in Raccoon too remember? When you were a kid," Moira rolled her eyes. "Yuck. Don't remind me of that fucking town. I'm glad Barry got us out of there if nothing else. The midwest is so dead..."

"What about the Northwest?" She shrugged. "It's okay but I tend to think of Seattle or Portland when I think of the North West. Or even Seattle's punk rock little brother Tacoma. Cottage Grove isn't what comes to mind. What is this place known for anyway?"

"Covered bridge capitol of the state," Claire said with a smile. "And the movie Stand By Me. The trail not too far from here is what used be the railroad track," Moira chuckled, "Oh yeah I remember dad loved Stephen King movies. God you really are as old as Barry! He showed me that movie when I was little," Claire teased back, "You should know you have the same haircut as Will Wheaton," Moira blushed. "That is not funny."

"I was just , how do you know what it looked like if you haven't seen it?" She told Claire, "Because I still known him as Westley on Star Trek. Duh..." They chuckled. "Plus Big Bang Theory. He's hilarious."

Claire found it on TV surprisingly, and they began to watch it. "Oh my God, that's Jack Baur!" She said as Keifer Sutherland, the bully known as Ace emerged on the screen.

Before long, they were walking along the right-of-way of the Oregon, Pacific and Eastern Railway, now used as the Row River National Recreation Trail. "Oh my God! I can't believe Chris Chambers died! It's sad he died in real life too I keep seeing movies where he dies he was such a babe as an adult and he was cute as a kid too!"

Due to her being a millennial, even with Barry as a parent, Claire wondered where she would have seen him in anything an an adult. They hadn't exactly been close in her adult years until recently unless she had seen it afterwards with him but his BSAA career might have left them little time for movies and Barry was more into outdoor activities. "What did you see him in as an adult?"

Moira told her, "After me and Barry patched it up and got home we saw that movie Dark Blood with him in it. He made Kachina Dolls thinking the world was going to end. He died when they were making that movie."

That made more sense. All though that movie had been filmed and mostly finished in 1993, River Phoenix had overdosed. Much like Brandon Lee and Bruce Lee, he never got to see his last movie. It had been 80% finished but the film would be postponed until 2012. "It's getting late. We can watch a couple more but we should get some sleep soon if we want to head down to Mexico," Suggested Claire.

Moira agreed, "Yea I can't wait. Did you know they have..." She was interrupted by a scream. Claire grabbed her Beretta from teh dresser telling Moira, "Stay here..."

She looked out the window but couldn't see anything. She heard a few gunshots and this made her heart jump out of her chest. She slowly opened the door her pistol ready for anything. She looked and saw a female running. The woman was bleeding. "What happened?" Claire called to her. The woman started to answer but an explosion went off. BOOM!

Claire was thrown back. It sent her flying into a car. She was a bit dazed. She looked up with blurry vision. She saw a group of men were pursuing the girl. The girl would have been able to outrun them before if it wasn't for the blast throwing her down too. The men sunk their teeth intlo her. She screamed bloody murder as they tore into her throat and her shoulder. She fell and they began to bite into her stomachs and breasts. Moira got up and said, "Claire...they're zombies!"

"How? How could his happen? This town was normal an hour ago...i guess no place is safe."

Two more carriers were coming. She aimed at the first one. The man didn't look like he'd been dead that long. He had a bite mark on his neck and left cheek but other than that he looked normal aside from his milky white eyes. He wasn't rotting. She fired a single shot punching a neat hole in the center of his forehead dropping the man in a puddle of his own blood. She fired hitting the second zombie in the left eye. She hit the woman the round ripping into her eye lid and into her optic nerve. It went down.

Claire backed up as the other zombies started to rise up and come after them. She fired hitting another one aiming for the head but as he stood up the rounds hit him in the chest, three rounds leaving scarlet stains in the man's Oregon Ducks jersey. The man came at them still. Moira looked around for a weapon, wishing she had brought a gun with her. She didn't think she'd need one since they were going across an international border.

She looked for a weapon but could not find one but she did have a flash light. This was somewhat problematic as they would likely need it if they were amist an outbreak but it was better to use it to club a zombie to death to live than it was to light an area. "Do you have another gun?" Claire told her, "I wish I did but I don't. Maybe we can find another one."

They spotted flashing lights across the street. What was a busy intersection with traffic was now largely empty except for some abandoned cars and some of the undead. It was a police car. "Over there! They might have one."

"I hate to hope he's dead cause I don't my brother was a cop but if he is alive he can at least spare one. As much as I feel for all the people here...this is something you and I are more equipped to deal with than they are."

Moira made her way across the street. A few cars were still around and they were driving out of there. "Wait!" She cried out. Claire told her, "Can't blame them. The way things went at the colony if these people have a way out they should take it."

They headed across the street and a few more zombies were coming towards them. Claire fired dropping two of them but she had to reload. Moira covered her hitting a male zombie with a flash light over the head. The man staggered back as she cracked his head open. She followed up with a kick and Claire brought her head down on his foot and Moira hit him again in the head but as she did she busted the flashlight. "Fuck..." They spotted an abandoned squad car and an officer laying dead next to it. It seemed he had been bitten as a chunk of his neck was missing but he had also been hit over the head. She saw a deceased female laying nearby in in a pool of her own blood who had been carrying a crowbar. Mora pryed it from her hands and Claire checked the officer. He was a caucasian male in his late forties with graying hair and a receding hairline to boot. He had wrinkles from stress.

Claire took the handgun from him checking the magazine in it and his corpse. The handgun had seven shots left but he had three magazines on him. Claire beckoned to Burton. "Moira!" She handed her the handgun and the magazines for it. "Thanks..." They checked the interior of the car as the dead man lay there and to her relied, Moira found a flashlight on the officers partner. They took his gun too. A deceased African American, a man of Eritrean descent. They could have just taken only his ammo but they never knew when an extra handun would come in handy. It was a police issue shotgun but it was out of ammo. Claire saw several corpses that the cop had taken down before succumbing to his own injuries. They headed down the street.

"So...what do we do?" Asked Moira. "I have a car you have it. Let's check out the police station it's not too far from here. There could be survivors and we need to make sure there isn't any survivors. If there are we need to help them. And at the very least we can ive at least two people a ride out of here with you and me drivin.l"

Moira asked with angst, "How can we possibly decide who to take with us if we do find more than one survivor?" Claire wasn't sure. "I don't know we'll find a way there were plenty of cars around here and i know how to hotwire. I can at least people get people moving and on their way."

They headed down the street, seeing several more zombies. "We'll probably be able to find more ammo for this shotgun. No point in leaving it behind."

They spotted several more zombies. They knew they would have to put them down. Just then, several shots rang out and hit them. A shot almost ht Moira and she cried out, "Don't shoot! We're not zombies!" There was a man on the roof of a supermarket. He had a Deer hunting Rifle with a scope on it. "Prove it! You could have been bitten! Show me! Take your clothes off...slowly!"

Moira told him, "Fuck you you pervert!" Claire told him, "You can see us from here just fine! Do you see any blood on us?" The man looked them up and down. Moira had the uneasy feeling he was checking them out too. "No...I guess you aint infected! But you still aint getting up here and i aint coming down! There's some more survivors in the store but these...monsters...whatever the hell they are got inside! I think I'm the last one left!"

"We can get you to a safe place! There's a motel around here and a lot of the people that were staying there are infected but we took care of them!" The guy laughed, "Skipping dinner and a movie eh?" Claire told him, "Don't get ahead of yourself. It's just a place to lay low until help arrives. Or until I can get us an anybody else some transportation out of here!"

"I aint coming down there! I just saw my buddy Skip get eaten alive! See that guy over by the Honda Civic?" They did. The man had several corpses around him and he had his throat ripped out plus a gunshot to the head. "I had to put him out of his misery so he didn't becomer one of them!"

Moira said, "That was the right thing to do! You can handle yourself with a gun! Can you fucking come down here so we can stop shouting? You're drawing more of them to us!" The guy proclaimed, "You got a mouth on you little lady! And I doin't care if they do devour you! You're cute but I don't know you! Everybody I know is gone! And I'm not about to trust complete strangers with my own life. Safety's in numbers...till some of you get infected...but up here it's just me and old Besty..." He was referring to his Rifle. "And I got plenty of ammo to hold off until help arrives!"

Claire asked, "Let me come up for just a minute I just want to talk!" The guy sighed. "All right fine you got two minutes! Starting now!" They climbed up as he put th ladder down. He kept his Rifle trained on the two of them as they got up. "That's far enough!" He was a white male, overweight, wearing a red flannel shirt. He had auborn colored hair and a beard and cold blue eyes. He wore blue jeans stained with blood. He looked to be in his mid forties. "Now how do i know you two aint bitten?"

"How do we know you're not? You've got blood on you and we don't," The man laughed. "Good point but this is blood from those undead cannibals. I'm good with a Rifle but it aint much use when they're close up so I got this too," He revealed a Smith & Wesson. "All right so you aint bitten but why should I trust you? People were bad long before these things existed."

"We've dealt with this kind of thing before. Have you heard of Terra Save?" The guy snorted, "Those We-Are The-World hippies goin to third world countries with malaria pills and hand sanitizers just so they can pat themselves on the back as do googers and sleep at night? What about them?"

"We deal with ths kind of this all over the world. The Bioterrorism Security Assessment Alliance deals with the military side of it and we come in after they're done and help the civilians. We give them medical treatment, test them, quarantine them if we have to," The man scoffed. "Oh really? Well then it seems to me I should be talking to the BSAA about these nightmares down there and not a couple of nurses!"

"Could you be anymore of a pig? We're fucking trying to survive! We've dealt with this before! These creatures are from a viral outbreak!" The man told her, "It's everyone for ourselves. This town is down for. Maybe the whole state. Only thing to do is hold tight until the National Guard comes in. They'll probably be here before the BSAA."

Claire asked, "What would it take to get you to work with us?" The man sighed. "There may or may not be some people still alive down in the supermarket. They could just be zombie chow but we got separated. I got the ladder up here and we were suppsed tlo all come up here but there was so many of them coming! I tried tlo hold them off but they just kept coming. They went inside. They were all over them when they were at the ladder and they would have gotten devoured if they tried to climb even with me shooting. Only place to go was in not up. If you could find even one of them alive and bring them up here, I'd consider it."

Moira asked, "Why can't you just work with us no matter what? This town isn't that big but the amount of suvivors vs zombies could get worse. A population of 9000 people and all but a few of them infected is not any kind of odds I want to deal with."

"We have to deal with it whether you like it or not! Besides, like I said I don't know you two. These people down in the market are friends. They grew up here."

Claire told him, "All right. We'll go look for them. It'll hekp both you and us have a better chance of getting out of this alive. I'm Claire Redfield. That's Moira Burton."

"Herbert Crawford. Now go. Before I change my mind!"

They descended the ladder and Moira scoffed, "Ugh! What a dick! We should just take his fucking ladder down and leave him up there to starve to death! It may take him at least a week longer than a normal person but still. All the ammo in the world won't help if you run out of food! I almost learned that the hard way..."

Claire told her, "He's just being careful. I don't blame him but it's not what I would have done back in Raccoon. Still, there was a lot of people who were around back there that weren't good people so we have to be careful too. We'll do what we have to if he's not but we'll cross that bridge when and if we get to it. Besides the people he's talking about may be alive and maybe they'll have an idea what happened."

"Yeah but shouldn't we be the ones who figure that out? Our job is to help people against that kind of thing. If we can't figure out what happened I don't think a bunch of people in a farm town will."

"This has to be terrorists as usual. I just don't know if it was Neo Umbrella or the Family. Or some independent lunatic looking to make a statement. There's plenty of that too."

They made their way through several zombies, claire driving her knife into the back of the skulls of two before any took notice and Moira swung with the crowbar cracking the skull of a female zombie with reddish hair.

They made their way into the store and they saw there was even more carriers inside. They went down aisle 2 to try and avoid some of them heading to the back. They found three men with guns on them. Claire aimed back at them. "You bitten?" One demanded. "No, are you?" Claire asked. "Nope. All right then...who are you?"

A younger man saw more zombies coming and said, "We should have this conversation in the back!" Moira nodded, "A fucking men to that!"

Barry

They were at the Seatac airport. Barry had been the Captain of Alpha Team the last two years ever since Edonia. They were at the airport hangar about to make their way in by one of the tubes that led into the building that normally connected airplanes to the airport. "Captain, you think anybody survived in there?" Asked Maria. He turned to her. "I hope so."

Maria Reyes, aged 27, was a Dominican American of African descent with curly black hair and caramel colored skin, standing at five foot seven, was the teams pilot. Though Barry was skilled at this himself he didn't mind letting somebody else take the reins. In fact he preferred from Tallahassee Florida, Reyes had been part of the cleanup crew at the island colony after Barry, Moira, and Claire had escaped. After all, just like Terra Save, where Claire's associates Gabriel Chavez and the others had gone. She was a bubbly personality and managed to keep her easy going spirit despite seeing such horror.

Next there was Collin Jackson. He was a tan Caucasian with spiky hair and blue eyes . He was from Birmingham Alabama and he was their pilot. "Well if anybody did survive, I hope they armed themselves or they are royally shit out of luck," The southerner stated. "I'll help whoever I can but they better not start taking pot shots at me like last time."

"What do you think, Okwari? Got an anti government conspiracies? Maybe the US government poisoned the water for the Illuminati? Always enjoy those,"

Elias Okwari, a young Mohawk Indian from Albany New York, standing a six foot two, with his dark brown hair completely shaved, except for down the middle with a strip left and in the back, he had medium brown skin and piercing hazel eyes, he was the team's explosives expert. "Yeah I'm sure you do, Captain. Just like I enjoy the official stories and the people who believe them without question," He said. "And I don't believe in the Illuminati. Only dumb ass millennials, Christian nut jobs, and underground Hip Hop fans do," Despite his remark about millennials, Elias was twenty four.

Barry didn't much care for him and he had the feeling that it was mutual. The kid was border line insubordinate and if it wasn't for him being effective at his job he'd have fired him or at least put him in for a transfer. Sometimes, a good soldier wasn't a nice guy but as long as he did as he was told, it was worth it. Just like leaders such as himself often were disliked by some but sometimes that was what it took.

Elias was generally unfriendly but he did his job and despite being usually aloof with most of his team mates, he still had their back. He wasn't the strong stilent type per say. More of the angry silent type. He often went long periods without a word to any of his team mates but when he was talkative, particularly when angered nobody could shut him up. Barry was not sure if he was just generally a prick or if he just didn't get along with people his age.

Barry chuckled, "Well hell , my daughter doesn't believe in that either but you gotta keep with the times,"

Another agent was their usual driver. Michael Coughlin. He was a Caucasian with light brown hair and blue eyes that were slanted a bit. He had a look to his face like he was always smirking about something. He was from Denver Colorado standing at six feet tall. He was a funny guy. His expertise was in getting through locked doors without having to blow them up.

After him was a Mexican American from East Los Angeles. The man stood at five foot seven and his name was Montoyo Velasquez,he had jet black hair and deep dark eyes and a scar near his left ear from a knife fight when he was a teenager. He was 33 years old. He was ex military, having served in Afghanistan. He had done four years there, from 2009 to 2013. He had been in China during the outbreak and had been there with Collin.

Their team hacker was Dayva Sun. She stood at five foot four, an Asian American of 26 years. She had a bob cut hair style, yellowish bronze skin, and yet lips that seemed a bit pale for her. As a nervous tick she was always biting her lower lip. Before working for the BSAA, she had been a 911 operator in Chicago Illinois. She was often quiet too usually deep in thought not so much unlike Elias but her silence, except when the need for hacking came, was due to being deep in thought always contemplating the next move while the latter, was usually brooding but in general, anti social. Despite her usually being a more thoughtful silent type, she would always come to the aid of any who needed it.

After her was a woman named Kateri Otsistóhko. She was of Mohawk and Oneida descent, the two tribes closest to each other of all six nations. She knew Elias personally and was a few years older than he was, twenty eight, but all the same, they had known each other. She grew up at the Six Nations Reserve in Ontario, Canada until she was fifteen and her family moved to Wisconsin. She lived there until college when she would go to NYU. That was where they met. She was the one to convince him to join the BSAA since the man loved to fight and was constantly in trouble with the law as the Albany Police Department as well as the NYPD and even the Saint Regis Tribal Police at Akwesasne knew him. He had been said to be a tobbacco smuggler when he'd lost his job.

She was the team mechanic. Her father had taught her how to repair vehicles from a young age and all though she'd had an older sister, she also had three brothers and by the time she was a teen her sister was already out of the house and off to an Ivy League education so her father taught her along with the boys how to fix cars. She was five foot nine and had darker brown skin that Elias did, and long wavy black hair, eyes that were dark but had a kindness to them. Still, she was an expert at Jeet Kune Do and Capoiera and was better trained than he was at hand to hand combat. Even if he was physically stronger.

Their most seasoned member was Liam Thurston. He was a from Hull, England but had an Irish had dark curly brown hair and gray eyes and a brown beard. He was ex MI6 and ex militatand had fought in Iraq for six years and having been in the Secret Intelligence Service in the 1990's. He was forty years old and aside from Barry, the second oldest team member. He stood at six foot two and weighed two hundred twenty five lbs.

He was also a veteran of Kijuju and Edonia since after Chris, Jill, Josh and Sheva had to escape but Terra Save had to come in to do damage control, it had been up toother SOU teams to deal with the remaining infected. He had been there. He'd also been in Edonia at the time part of a different team that had been sent in after allof Delta Team except Chris Redfield and Piers Nivans had been killed.

Their medic was a woman named Kiya Ashenafi. She was an Ethiopian woman from the East African division and had worked with WHO before working here. She was thirty one years old, ebony skinned with curly hair and large eyes and stood five foot five. She too, had been in Kijuju. Her parents had been members of the Oromo Liberation Front and her grandparents had been patriots in the second Italo Abyssinian War a war in which they had lost but still come back from as by 1941, the allies had arrived and combined with them and the compatriots themselves they defeated fascism.

Kiya had mostly been a woman of peace her whole life but after witnessing first hand what happened to Terrigrigia she realized it could happen to her country too amnd joined the BSAA. Though it never touched Ethiopian soil, it had happened in Kenya and that was just too close. She still hated fighting despite coming from generations of warriors. She fought out of necessity rather than desire or even tradition.

Next was Emily Wilson, a young British woman with dark brown hair and blue eyes and very fair skin. She was from London, England having joined the BSAA to fight Bioterror since her father had been a corrections officer at Rockfort island and had perished there as a result of the outbreak when she was twelve. She had expected that it would all have been shut down when Umbrella was tried before a world court when she was in her late teens but bioterrorism kept happening.

All though it had come to the BSAA's attention about the evil of The Family recently, and she was aware of the evil of what Derrick Simmons had done, she hated Umbrella far more and the fact that there was a Neo Umbrella angered her more. She wished she could have killed Simmons herself.

Lastly, there was Samantha Maxwell. A Caucasian woman from Beverly Hills, she had blonde hair and blue eyes standing at five foot nine. She had it tied back in a ponytail. Barry did not know that much about her as she was a rookie but showed a lot of promise.

Just then they heard several gunshots. Barry instructed, "Okay, that was near the second checkpoint. Jackson, Okwari, Sun, head down there. Gate B.,"

Elias, having some familiarity with the city nodded. "I think that's near the Mcdonalds."

Jackson bluntly stated, "There are a lot of businesses and resteraunts here just like any other airport. That also means there's more spots for them to be hiding out in. Come on, we can walk and talk."

Dayva told Barry, "We'll let you know...soon as we find them."

"Careful you three..." Kateri warned. She looked at Elias and said, "lutó:lats."

(They are hunting)

Barry turned to the others. "We're gonna split into groups of three. There could be more survivors. I'm shocked we haven't run into more as crowded as this place is on any given day. All right, Reyes, Maxwell, you're with me. We're checking the Central Terminal. Thurston, Velasquez, and Wilson, you're together Go to Maki's, Central Terminal. And Kiya, Couglin and Kateri, you take Terminal A.

Montoyo searched the darkness seeing no hostiles as he shined his light their way but added grimly, "Not today though..."

Elias asked Kateri, "Kátsha' nu: weso."

(Where are all of you going?)

"Terminal A," She replied.

"The smell...my God..." Came Kiya's voice over the headset. "There's definitely dead men in here. I've spotted several corpses but not nearly enough for a supposedly infected international airport," Observed Thurston.

Meanwhile, Barry kept an eye out as the to female BSAA agents followed him. He came to an area ahead spotting a security guard in a bloodied uniform. He fired a burst from his Rifle, the rounds punching into the back of the man's skull. He looked at the man with pity. "I've gotten used to it by now...but it dloesn't make it any easier."

Agent Reyes looked at the corpse. "It shouldn't ever be easy," She said softly. Just then he heard automatic fire. "Fuck! Captain...I think we found em!" Cried out Jackson. Agent Sun cried out, "There's at least twenty of them! They're everywhere!"

The sound of her Rifle, Jackson's and Okwari's filled the air. "We can take them!" Screamed the third agent. "Can you handle them? Try and use your knifes if you can. You don't want to blow too much ammo!" Burton warned. The southern agent shouted, "We got em, Captain! No worries...ohh shiiit!" He heard a struggle and he heard Elias curse and Dayva cry out and he could tell that whatever was going on it had gotten close quarter. Barry told Maxwell and Reyes,"That's it, we're going after them. Everybody converge on Gate B!"

They started to run in the direction of the three agents in perils position. "Hey, hang in there, guys! We're on our way!" Montoyo announced. "There's too many of them!" Came Dayva's frantic cry as they heard her firing a handgun instead of a Rifle. "How many more? Elias?!" Asked Kateri. Jackson screamed, "Get off me you sum bitch!" They heard a crunching sound and him groaning so he was still in the fight but Wilson echoed Kateri's question. "Jackson are you all right? How many of them are there?" The three were not answering still fighting but Barry had the feeling that if they didn't get there soon they could get overrun and one of them would be bitten. Just then he felt a rough pair of hands grab him and saw the snarling rotting face of a zombie and felt its breath and the stench filled his nostrils.

A Caucasian red haired male of about five foot eight, with pieces of flesh missing from both eyebrows, as well as a missing ear and a bloody eye he was quite a ghastly sight. He tried to bite Barry and Barry proceeded to grapple with himtrying to kick him off but the man's teeth were about to sink into his foreatrm despite having initially lunged for his neck and throat. He heard a crunch and the zombie dropped as Maxwell held her bloodied combat knife having stabbed him in the brain stem. "Thanks kiddo...I owe you one..."

"No pro..." She started to say but before she could finish her sentence two dark figures lept at the two of them and the young woman was thrown off balance and Barry was knocked back. He would not have fallen to the floor except he staggered back hitting the wall and slid down. He looked to see the snarling face of a Cerberus lunging at him. He brought his arm up to his defense as it came at him, sinking its teeth into his left arm, pain shot through it. Shit!

Kamar Wadi

Ada Wong

The spy had just arrived in the war zone. She had her weapons ready including her crossbow. She looked at the smoke on the horizon indicating trouble. "There's a lot of work to do..." She said softly.

Don't want to hear it's over

What a rude awakening

The angel of death has come

And ripped you from my life

I can't stand the devastation

Relentless agony

Hope that I get to see you

On the other side

So that's it for this chapter sorry it took so long only to be short guys really i am stumped though and i got a headache so i wanted to get another update in and I'll have more content in the next chapter hopefully it will be longer. I've been working on a script too so I been busy with that as well as other fanfiction stories.

Anyway so those are my OC's. Collin Jackson is visually based on Walton Goggins, Reyes on Zoe Saldana, I don't have physical basis for everyone just yet just a few. Maxwell is based on Jennifer Lawrence, Wilson is based on Emilia Clarke, Thurston is based on Clive Owen, Couglin on Chris Coy. As for the language Okwari and Kateri spoke that was Oneida, the closest language to the Mohawk language, my own one.

About the movie Stand By Me since I did live in Cottage Grove Oregon for six months and that movie is shot there on the trail there but it used to be the railroad I figured I should reference it by having them watch it. Actually the interesting thing is if you play Pokemon they reference it if you pick a boy character it says four boys are walking along a track. They don't name the movie but that is what they are referring to that is what is on the TV. If it's a girl, the wizard of oz will be on.

I have pretty detailed knowledge of which restaurants and shit are in the airport so there will also be different terminals different areas they go into. We'll pack back up on Jake and Leon and Sherry in the middle east next chapter as well as with Chris at the Southcenter mall with his team. Aaaaaaand this title chapter is from a song by Disturbed.

Hope you enjoyed.