*Again I do not own the Resident Evil series and whatnot. I've been busy. Sorry for the delay. Enjoy. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------

The rain blew violently into Anthony's face as he stood outside gazing into the street. A few minutes went by until one of them spoke.

"Can you believe this?" Dylan asked.

Anthony stayed silent.

"Guess not."

Anthony turned around to look at Dylan. Just as he did so a turned car exploded twenty feet away from where they stood.

"Holy shit." Anthony muttered.

Anthony took a minute more to gather what was going on. For as far as the eye could see all that could be seen were lifeless bodies, overturned and wrecked cars. Another car burst into the flames. Shortly after, a flaming carcass was thrown from the car.

"Dylan, be careful. They may not be 'dead'."

Dylan nodded in acknowledgement. "Meet at the gas station down the road in about twenty minutes. I'll go search for survivors."

"Alright, I'll see ya then."

Dylan walked in the direction of the car that exploded. Anthony went in the opposite direction.

Anthony glanced around at the carnage that now surrounded his once tranquil life.

"What the hell." He said disappointingly.

Another explosion went off and a sharp pain suddenly came from his neck. His hand immediately clinched his neck. He pulled his hand back into view. It was covered in blood. The now pouring rain caused the blood to run down his arm quicker than usual. He placed his hand over the piece of shrapnel that jutted out of his neck and slowly pulled it out.

"Dylan!!" his voice faded as he coughed up blood.

He fell to his knees slumped over and coughed up more blood. Anthony noticed the water puddle his hand was in slowly began to turn red. He looked into the puddle. His reflection slowly began to fade away just as his life was. Anthony's arms grew weak. His weight grew too great to support and he was lying belly down on the wet cement.

Anthony could hear foot steps growing closer and closer. With his hand in the puddle he tried to roll himself over onto his back. His attempts were in vain. Anthony let out one last cough. A thin mist of blood pierced through the rain into the puddle ridding of the reflection. Anthony saw a figure standing in front of him then closed his eyes.

"Anthony." Dylan said as his voice faded.