Author's note: I'm currently halfway through chapter 12 but for the meantime here chapter 9 to whet your appetite with. Happy reading!

Disclaimer: Tiring as it is, I don't own Resident Evil.   

                                                                                   Chapter 9: Escape 

Andre's house, 3.06pm

Andre, Guy and Steven are resting in the living room contemplating how they're going to evacuate.

"We could always get out by boat." Steven Suggests. "No. Not fast or strong enough to get through a military barricade." Guy says, giving them only one last option. "How about air?" He says. "First of all, can either of you fly a plane?" Andre asked the two. They shook their heads. Andre continues "Secondly, even though the plane could fly high enough so it was beyond eye sight, the warships probably have radar and could see us, and eventually, shoot us down.   

After agreeing to escape the island, the group gather all the weapons they can find.

Andre selects a large, sharp carving knife from the kitchen drawer. Guy gathers two kitchen knives and twirls them round happily. Steven picks out a sledgehammer and tests it out on the wall, making a large hole in the wall. Noticing he only had a knife, he goes up stairs and collects his music stand. Swing it around, he realises this would be a heavy weapon and make a strap out of string. They all put their weapons in a cupboard for 'easy access'. Steven and Guy sit on the sofa, while Andre prepares his emergency backpack. He opens it and quickly puts in a torch, a change of clothes, Chocolate and drinks, £100, his mobile phone and his weapons. He tries it out. Not as heavy as he thought. As it was non-uniform day, he needn't change out of his black trousers, Red and white T-shirt and blue and black fleece.

He went down stairs and made him and the other two cups of coffee before settling down on the couch.

He had been too busy to really notice what the others were wearing. Steven was wearing a red puma jumper and blue jeans. Guy was wearing a black hoodie and black trousers.

Not really caring anymore, Andre turns to the TV. Yet more news reports were broadcast about Jersey.

"Reports are coming in that 95% of population are dead. Rescue helicopter are now being deployed to rescue the survivors before the government decide the islands' fate." The reporter says.

Steven jumps up happily. "Rescue!" he shouts. "Shut up!" orders Guy. "They're saying where to go." A bunch of locations flashed up before 'Les Marais Flats Tower B' was displayed.

"Les Marais Flats. It's the nearest place." Andre says. "OK, let's go!" says Guy. They all collect their weapons and Andre gets his backpack. "Hey! How come I don't get one?" Steven complains. "Relax." Andre calmly replies. "You'll be off this island in about half hour."

Steven stops his moaning and grabs his armoury. "We all ready?" asked Guy. "Yep." Steven says casually. "Good to go!" Andre exclaims in his best military accent, before chuckling. Guy looks at him strangely before exiting, followed by Andre and Steven.

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Le Rocquier School, PE block, 2.00pm.

Laura Garnier is pushed to the PE Balcony by this zombie, Only it wasn't a zombie at all. Instead of fingers it had claws. Its' brain was exposed to the open air and walked on what looked like all fours. It wailed and made a jump for her, one of its' claws outstretched. "Zombies can't jump!" she says to herself. She rolls out of the way just in time, and finally realises that is isn't a zombie after all.

She grabs a chair, runs behind it and clobbers it with it. The thing turns around and grabs her leg with its, tongue. She screams and kicks its' head. Now really angry, it throws her towards the railing.

The first floor PE lobby was strange. It had three walls and a large gap over looking the sports hall. It was a long way down. The creature was about to jump. She had to do something NOW. It jumps. She gets out of the way and kicks it. It screams as it falls back to the ground floor with a sickening crunch.

Laura looked over the railing. Pieces of its' head were scatter around the floor. Whatever was left of it was an unrecognisable pulp.

"What was that thing?" Laura asked herself. "That was a licker." A mysterious voice called out. She turns around and says "What? Who's there?" "This is General Kenneth Darrow of HCF bioengineering." He replies. "Hang on. Um, how did you know the name of it?" Laura asks. "Good question. I used to work for the Umbrella Corporation. Being the highest ranking officer of the corps, I was privy to all kinds of information."

"Umbrella? They only make medicines, don't they?" Laura wanted more info.

"Umbrella don't make any medicines at all. Their field of expertise are the development of bioweapons." Kenneth says

"Bioweapons?"

"Bioweapons are genetically altered animals being used in the application of warfare. They sell their latest developments to the governments of the world."

Laura could not believe what she was hearing. She stood there trying to make sense of the whole thing.

"Well, that's enough storytelling. You're coming with me." Kenneth ordered her. Laura could not believe how upfront the general was.

"I say again, you're coming with me." He repeated. "No I'm not." Laura sharply replied. Kenneth walked up to her, so much that there were only a few centimetres of space between them. "Oh yes you are." The general says to her and quickly whips out a syringe. He sticks it into her and injects her.

"Oh, Goddamnit, what have you done?! Ah...uh…" Laura speech stumbles and she falls to her knees as the sedatives start to take effect. "Damn…you…to…hell." She slowly mumbles as she falls to the floor, her last sight the smug grin of General Kenneth Darrow.