Dr.William Birkin

David ran to a line of trees, the semi automatic kicking in his right hand with every shot fired at the howling monstrosity known as the nemesis. Stopping when they were out of sight of the creature, David looked at Alex, his eyes staring deep into hers. "Look...Alexandra....I...I know this'll probably sound like an odd thing to say when were about to die..but...I haven't ever felt about anyone the way I feel about you..you're the first person I've ever trusted...ever given a damn about...and I don't want to lose you...now, very soon..you'll probably be hearing something about my past..something that will probably enrage you...something that I'm deeply sorry for..but just remember...I do care..." David said, gathering his breath again and checking the ammo left in his pistol. Alex just looked at him, unsure of what to say next..and then finally the silence was broken.."David..what do you mean your past? What is it?." And a smile, a twisted, sly grin formed over his face, "You'll see...wouldn't wanna spoil the fun for you now would I?" he said, and then began to run off, crouched behind the benches and small trees lining the path. "DAVID! WAIT..WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" yelled Alex, not wanting to see him harmed again after the hospital shooting. "Me? Oh...um..let's just say I've got some unfinished business to settle." Before she could stop him, he was already halfway gone. The cleaner soldiers thought they had backed the survivors into a corner...and maybe they were right...but David was determined to show them that this would not be another piece of cake mission for them to just blast their way through....

City of the Dead

John, Jarred, and Vanessa ran as fast as they could down a huge set of cement stairs. They heard the thunderous beating of the monster's footsteps behind them. Jarred didn't know the park too well, but he had recognized his surroundings, the stairs lead to an old stone bridge that stood over a dry area, and just ahead of the bridge was the Doyle ice skating pond, a popular spot for tourists and citizens alike.

"Perfect" Jarred said stepping out onto the bridge. "Hey guys, get off of the bridge" Jarred yelled pointing towards the wet dirt under it.

John quickly hopped off of the bridge and landed hard onto the ground below, the fall was a lot farther than it looked.

"Lets go" Vanessa said taking Jarred's hand.

"Vanessa, get as far away from here as you can" Jarred said letting go of her.

"What?" She asked.

"Vanessa...If I don't make it back" Jarred started.

The roar of the nemesis grew closer. Jarred shot a glance towards the clearing in the trees and saw the creature's threatening appearance.

"I love you" Jarred had finally told her the way he felt.

Before Vanessa could react, Jarred shoved her over the bridge and she fell into John's arms.

"No, What are you doing?" She yelled towards Jarred up on the bridge.

"Come on Vanessa, lets go" John said running down the wide dirt path, dragging her along.

She reluctantly ran away with John, replaying Jarred's words in her mind.

The nemesis slowly approached the lone survivor, holding a huge weapon that Jarred now knew was a rocket launcher.

"Come on you stitched up piece of shit" Jarred yelled backing up towards the ice pond.

The monster let out a low roar and proceeded towards the young survivor.

Jarred had a plan, it was a risky as hell plan, but it was all he could come up with. It was about time he put his aim to the test.

As he backed away, the monster was now directly in the middle of the stone bridge. Jarred saw the creature draw his weapon, his cue to react.

"Come on, come on, come on" Jarred whispered aiming the Glock towards the barrel of the launcher.

The nemesis cocked his weapon and Jarred fired one shot at the target, a deafening explosion signaled that his plan was a success. The bullet tore into the barrel and blew up the missile inside the weapon. The nemesis staggered backwards, its head and right arm ablaze, the fire crackled as the Nemesis screamed in pain. Jarred smiled and took out the MP5-K assault rifle.

"You want a piece of this?" Jarred said, hammering round after round into the beast.

The creature stumbled backwards, recoiling from the blaze and the bullets.

"Ha ha, not so tough now are we?" Jarred laughed, still firing into it's massive abdomen.

The creature raised its head to the sky and let out a painful cry, and then fell to the ground. Jarred walked up to the corpse and unloaded on it even more. Purple fluids oozed from each newly formed wound as Jarred held down the trigger tightly, not stopping until he heard the clicking of the gun. Once satisfied with the bleeding, fiery corpse that laid at his feet. Jarred sat down on the stone Bridge's railing with a gigantic grin on his face. He had never felt this good in his life.

Markenson searched the city's surveillance monitors. He was getting really frustrated, Nathan and the brother of Joanna Bartlett were holding off the cleaner troops.

"What a bunch of disappointments" He angrily said.

He decided to check the small camera that was mounted inside the Nemesis' only eye. Markenson typed in the code for the camera and looked onto the black and white image. He gasped as he saw the face of "the potential" staring back at him, he believed the his name was Jarred Orr.

"Hey, you in there, whoever is in control of this thing, I would just like to give a big...Fuuuuuuuuuuckkkkk yoouuu to you and yours" The words of the potential boiled Markenson's blood.

"Heh heh, your Nemesis thing wasn't that much of a challenge, in fact, pretty much your whole little army isn't much of a challenge either, I know you can see me in there, how does it feel to be beaten by a bunch of kids?" The boy laughed.

Markenson slammed his fist down on the desk as he watched the potential mock him. He angrily thought about having the boy killed anyway. Jarred's blood type and genetic structure were probably the rarest in the country. Markenson didn't know much about Blair's research but he did know that in order for the ME3456 to work.

Markenson got up from the desk, still hearing Jarred's taunts screaming over the speakers. His anger quickly turned to a maniacal happiness as he poured himself some coffee.

"Can't wait to see what Blair's gonna make out of you, boy" Markenson said looking at the monitors.

The ME3456 was an experimental variation of the virus that greatly increased a human's stamina, speed, and strength. He remembered that Piers told him the injection was still in it's experimental stages, but would only work on a person with a specific genetic structure and blood type, and it looked like this Jarred Orr individual was the one they were looking for.

"Laugh it up you little shithead" Markenson said to the monitor. He didn't even bother to check the status of the Cleaners, more than likely they were already dead...

Claire Redfield

With only the leaves moving in the tree, Winsor continued to read a book. She didn't know the title, but she just needed something to do right now. She was about 10 feet from the ground on a sturdy branch and although heights didn't scare her, the silence did.

Once again peace in mind. I'm alone.

She was the last to follow in the group and it was surprisingly easy to sneak away. She quietly walked to a different direction. They didn't notice and she didn't care. She just had to leave and try to think about things on her mind. Mostly everyone of the survivors now.

Jarred was a leader or it seemed that way. He always seemed to be sincere and it was obvious that he liked Vanessa. There was a change in him; he used to be a person that was often teased, but now he is actually a reliable person. There was nothing else to say about him except the fact that he is the only one that didn't get pissed off at Winsor or threatened her...

John was an asshole to her. She knew that he was a person devoted to friendship and that he did some sort of extreme sport. She didn't care what happens to him. He almost shot her. Pitying someone like that is as useless as giving a dead man an aspirin. He has too much emotional issues...

Nathan was....he was someone very odd to her. He seemed to be alone, despite the fact that he was popular. There was something about him that and Winsor wasn't sure about the feeling. Mutual? She was scared of the feeling. She was someone who had a heart of stone. She didn't care about anyone or anything. Being alone made her feel free. Yet somehow Nathan was free as well...

Winsor shook her head and put the book away. It was a zombie novel, of all things. Anything in that book was pure fiction. She was living in non-fiction now. She continued to think about the others.

Vanessa was a bitch at times. Winsor heard that she was weird. If she was weird then Winsor would be considered normal. Vanessa was one of those odd popular students, the ones that were popular in school by doing stuff oddly, but that wasn't weird to Winsor at all. Vanessa seemed also like a person determined to make friends...

Ryan was definitely someone that Winsor admired for their foolishness. He believed that everything was good in times of a crisis. Everyone needed something to believe in, even if it was a futile as that. He was also smart and spoke the same language to her, even if it was disses and sarcastic remarks...

David was...there was something odd about him. Winsor knew he was hiding something, but she couldn't tell. He was a freak.

Alex was someone that Winsor felt sorry for. Alex looked like on of those lost in a place that they shouldn't be. She also was a klutz, one that could very well get others killed. But Winsor would never tell Alex that she didn't hate her...

No, I can't tell anyone about my feelings. So many years of building up an immunity to these people and now I feel like I'm breaking down.

A noise from below her and she looked under it. John and Vanessa were there out of breath.

God is smiting me today. I just know it.

"We have to keep going," John rasped.

"No. Jarred. We have to wait for him," Vanessa said.

"He's probably dead," John said a little louder than before.

And me without popcorn to watch such a soap opera unfold....pffftt hate soap operas anyway.

To intervene or not to intervene was something Winsor was thinking when she saw out of the corner of her eye a flashlight. It came from far away, but she knew that it was the others.

The shooters. Dammit.

If the others couldn't hide they would be seen. Shot or worse, especially since they were under her tree they might see her too.

"Hey," she whispered loudly and was rewarded with the upward looks of John and Vanessa. "Not to alarm you two, but the bad guys are coming. This is the time to hide. Either climb in this tree or another. Just do it now."

The flashlight beam was getting closer.