Bolt slowly rose to his feet and gathered his senses. He looked around to notice that the helicopter wasn't anywhere around. All he had was his Beretta with 40 bullets and a Combat Knife. Those were his only companions.

What Bolt didn't realize (or anyone else for that matter) is that he fell out the half-opened left side of the chopper as it was making its final descent. He fell out only about 15 feet from the ground, so he was able to survive, but he was a bit for off from the other agents. He scrambled for his radio, but he soon realized that it was back at the chopper.

He stared at the large cut on his arm and suddenly remembered everything. It was about 4:00 PM when they crew crashed, and it was now about 7 PM. Bolt walked a few steps, only to feel light headed. He let out a groan and was about to collapse. He let out two gunshots into the air and fell to the ground.

He awoke in a dark tent with a bandage over his left arm. Looking up, he saw three men. One was wearing a police uniform, tall and well built. The other was a medium built red haired man, and the other was a man of shorter stature, with glasses and short hair and looked like a business man.

The officer walked over to Bolt, and chuckled.

"Ya had quite a scratch there, man. No creature around here can do anything like that. What hurt you, exactly?", the police office asked Bolt casually. Bolt was still a bit rattled, he was still trying to completely remember what happened. The police officer then gave Bolt a surprised look.

"Excuse me! Where are my manners? My name is Ryan Artanis, I'm a police officer with the local department. What's your name?".

Bold began to remember the helicopter incident. The Special Task agents were to never use their real names. For if the police officer had any knowledge that he was working for Umbrella, Bolt might be arrested, or who knows what.

Bolt smoothly replied,

"My name is...John Green...Agent John Green of the Raccoon City Police Department. Where exactly am I?".

The business man stood up and replied to him,

"Why, Mr. Green, you are in forests about 10 miles from Brighton, a small city off the coast of England". He smiled kindly at Bolt, but suddenly started coughing fiercely. The red haired man stood up .

"My name is Roy Thomas, and you'll have to excuse James, he's been very ill lately.", he said politely. James raised his hand and continued coughing.

"No no, Roy! I am most certainly not ill, its just a cold. Illness is what's really going around Brighton...Over twenty cases of that dreaded illness in mere hours. All those people becoming hospitalized so quickly. Becoming horrificly mutated...its horrible."

Bolt knew exactly what happened. And with the words coming out of James mouth, his heart skipped a beat.

"The T-Virus...", Bolt thought. "The sample got out...It must have fallen over Brighton .damn it! How could things possibly get any worse?". And seconds later he realized.

"The Tyrant..." he continued to himself. "The Tyrant...its loose in Brighton...It moves slow, though, so who knows where it is now...And what the hell ever happened to Trigger? He fell out of the chopper around the same time...And...Where are the others?.."

"Well, I guess to explain my situation, our team of agents were headed to England and our helicopter crashed, and well, I woke up in the woods. And well, I guess I'll go on with you guys, I'm not sure where my friends are exactly...". Bolt told the men. Ryan got up and walked around the room a bit.

"Well, you're welcome to stay with us, and I guess I will explain our situation. I'm a police officer, James is a lawyer, and Roy is a bank teller. We're all close friends you see, and well, all this fuss over the epidemic going around in Brighton sort of drove us away. We've camped out here before, so we left the town for a few days and hopefully things will have calmed down. We'll take you back to Brighton when we're prepared to go back to town." Ryan said. He looked over at Bolt and continued.

"You can stay in this tent with myself. James and Roy sleep in a tent next to this one, about 30 feet away . I'm heading over to the city tommorow morning at about 4 AM to check things out, and I'll return. I'll try not to wake you. You can sleep as late as you'd like. Roy and James will be around if ya need someone to talk to or if ya just need anything. Alright?"

Bolt nodded. It was best that he trusted Ryan and the other men, he didn't really have a choice anyway. He figured he could stay with them until he could find the other agents, he just hoped that they were still alive.

Bolt then noticed that his combat knife and Beretta were not on him

"Hey Ryan, do you happen to have my knife and pistol?". Bolt asked Ryan, and hearing those words sort of alarmed. Ryan calmly looked at Bolt.

"Yes. Why? Do you want them? May I ask why?" Ryan exclaimed.

"I would like them, please, just sort of a...I'd feel safer and more secure if you don't mind.", Bolt replied. Ryan shrugged, he had no real reason to be suspicious. He handed the weapons to him and Bolt thanked him. Soon the four men went to sleep. Bolt couldn't help but be worried, he had no idea what was going to happen now. The T-Virus was loose and was already infecting people, and the Tyrant has been unleashed as well.

Bolt was startled when he heard a deep moan coming from somewhere in the woods, at about 4:15 AM. He woke up only to find that Ryan had already left for he city. He reached for his pistol and loaded it and put the knife in the sheath and equipped it. He was able to fall asleep again, until around 5 AM.

"Help! Somebody please help me! He's a maniac! He's trying to fucking kill me! Someone please help! Anyone!"

When Bolt heard this cry for help, he dashed out of his tent, pistol in hand. He quickly looked around. And in the distance, he saw a middle aged man running down a hill, scared and screaming. Bolt ran towards the hill. He wasn't exactly sure what was chasing the man, but the Tyrant was the first thing that crossed his mind.

"Hey! What's chasing you! What's going on?!", Bolt yelled to the man. He ran closer to him, and the man was running towards Bolt, suddenly the man fell to the ground and screamed. Bolt ran towards him and kneeled down beside him. The man had a huge gash in his arm and scratches all over his body. He screamed in terror, and Bolt tried to calm him.

"What's going on! Say something!", Bolt urged him on. The man looked up at him and continued ranting.

"Its chasing me! Its one of them! They are all over the city! Their everywhere! You can't stop them! There are too many! The epidemic! Their taking over! You must run, you have to escape while there is still time! They move slow but their taking over! Get away! Get out of the city!"

The epidemic. It was the T-Virus. It had taken over that small town overnight. Bolt knew little about the T-Virus itself. He knew it was a toxin that was used in Bio-Weapon technology, and that Umbrella had tested it on humans in the past...He had heard about the mansion incident but he thought it was just a myth...

The frightened man turned around and pointed towards the hill. There was a slow moving, hideous, zombie-like creature coming towards them.

"There it is!", the old man screamed. Bolt began unloading his pistol on the creature. After about six shots, the creature let out a large moan and fell to the ground. Bolt looked down at the old man, who seemed knocked out completely. He saw in the distance that there seemed to be more slow moving creatures closing in. He turned to run towards James and Roy's tent, when suddenly the creature Bolt shot down got back on its feet. While Bolt ran back to the tent, he shot two more shots at the creature. Blood gushed from the wounds and the creature let out a haunting screech and fell once and for all.

Bolt reached the tent and quickly dashed in, before he was able to utter a word, he was horrified beyond words at what he saw.

A frozen look of complete terror was forever on the face of Roy Thompson. Leaning over him was James, and on the floor was a pool of blood spanning all around the tent. Splatters of Roy's blood were spread across the sides of the tent. Roy's torso and chest were completely torn apart, organs and bones one of the floor now stained red. A smacking sound came from James lips, as he chewed at the flesh of Roy's body. James leaned back to look at who had entered the tent, only to see Bolt.

Bolt was terrified, to see blood smeared all over James face. His skin was rotting and decaying, and his face was completely lifeless. He rose to his feet and began slowly towards Bolt. He raised his Beretta and unloaded a single bullet into James head. James groaned and fell backwards onto Roy's torn apart body.

Bolt ran out of the tent only to see about four zombies coming towards him from the north. He turned around and began to flee the area completely, but still terrified .Never in his life had he seen anything that brought out fear in his heart. And those creatures were everywhere. Things could only get worse from here. After going a bit further through the wood, he heard someone shouting his name. He suddenly recognized the voice.

"White? Is that you?! Where are you?, Bolt exclaimed. He looked around to find White leaning next to a tree, his right arm had been injured, it was similar to the scratch that Tyrant had given Bolt.

"There's some...First Aid Spray...in that cabin over there....just...be careful...", White barley uttered. He was bleeding through his mouth and had a large scratch on his face in addition to the gash on his arm. Bolt saw the cabin and ran towards it, he just needed White to hold on.

The cabin door was unlocked. Bolt entered quickly and spotted the First Aid Spray. The cabin only had a few pieces of furniture and a desk. He grabbed the spray, and suddenly heard a loud scream from outside. Bolt was alarmed, and ran toward the entrance of the cabin.

Out of nowhere the front of the cabin caved in and began to collapse. Bolt fell backwards, and towering over him was the Tyrant.

The Tyrant stared at him menacingly, and could almost smell the fear that was coming from Bolt. Bolt was completely motionless, he had nowhere to run, and there was nobody to help him. The Tyrant jumped into the air and lashed towards Bolt.

Bolt blindly raised his pistol in the air, closed his eyes and fired a shot and screamed for his life...