Dr.William Birkin

David ran full speed down the path, the darkness of the surrounding woods only adding to the oppressive atmosphere of the night. The wails of the undead and the sounds of scattered gunfire and screams pierced the otherwise eerie silence. David stopped to catch his breath, now thoroughly lost. Scanning the area with his flashlight, he realized he was nearing the central area, the command center for the cleaner troops in this area of Gaines...the only sign of this command and control center were three half erected tents, a radio squealing static, and three butchered bodies. "Bastards...they finally got what they all deserved" said David, gasping for air from his mad dash across the undead haunted streets and alleyways. "NO! STAY BACK!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!", the sounds of another soldier dying made David turn his head..and he froze at the next sound. A deep, guttural, instantly recognizable roar came from behind a line of trees. Cautiously creeping through them, crouched low, trying to hide in the shadows he made his way forward. The scene of carnage broke through his hatred for the cleaner troops.

Three troops were firing with everything they had, hurling grenades out at the 8 foot tall monster that had been the nemesis. Its coat thoroughly torn, and its flesh smoking. the walking nightmare extended its arm and shot a decayed, discolored tentacle like growth into the first soldier. The sounds of ripping flesh and snapping bones were heard as the nemesis ripped into the man and hurled him into his two comrades. David retreated, running again down the path towards the entrance they had come in through. "GOD...MAKE THIS HELL END....", he was now thoroughly convinced this would be where he died, and the roars of the mutated and deformed executioner that had now finished with its victims just made him run faster.

"Piers you demented FIEND..that freakish chaser or nemesis or whatever the hell you refer to it as just went out of our control and has just torn its way through 2 patrols...the viral agent has now caused some kind of mutation in the wild life..and were actually FARTHER from capturing the targets than we were before!." screamed Markenson, glaring at Piers with intense hatred. "If we get out of this necropolis you've created alive...I'm going to make sure you're not only stripped of your position as head researcher..but so help me god I'll see to it you're LIFE ENDS AS WELL YOU MANIAC!". Piers just laughed as he watched the monitors, "People like you just don't see how brilliant this all really is...people like you wont understand the artistic licenses I've taken with the knowledge at my disposal...stupid little charlatans like yourself cant fully appreciate my legacy..." smirked Piers, as he watched the nemesis tear apart another patrol. "LEGACY?! YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A SAD, PATHETIC LITTLE MAN WHO SITS IN HIS LABORATORY TRYING TO FILL SOME KIND OF INSATIABLE OBSESSION FOR GAINING CONTROL OVER DEATH ITSELF...if you ask me..the biggest security risk isn't Nathan Law..it isn't the brother of Joanna Bartlett...hell! IT ISN'T EVEN SUNDERLAND...it's you Piers...you will be the downfall of EVERYTHING WE'VE ALL WORKED FOR!! YOU MADMAN..IF THIS COMPANY GOES DOWN IM MAKING SURE YOU DIE WITH IT.." Markenson yelled across his office as Piers calmly walked out, seemingly ignoring him.

Infinity-X

"About his past.......?"

Alex said quietly to herself, she wasn't sure what to think....she did know that David was a little evil like at times. Then she thought about that guy Piers.

"....No, not David, they can't be like working together...."

she was trying to convince herself that David wasn't a bad guy.

Alex walked around a little. She needed to clear her head. She noticed that she didn't have her CD player anymore. She didn't really care. Then Alex suddenly remembered her brother....

"No, he's not dead....I hope."

Feelings of doubt filled her head. So she tried to think of how much she had changed over the last while. Alex took out a small pic of her brother, his name was Rob and he was 16,he was the only person Alex had ever trusted.....

Then it felt like someone was watching her, she turned around to see some guy....

"Ahhh!"

The mysterious man took his assault rifle and hit Alex over the head, knocking her unconscious. She dropped the picture on the ground.

"Sir! We are bringing the girl to the lab, for the ..."

the man said walking away with an unconscious Alexandra,

"Hehheheheh,good....."

Claire Redfield

"Are you ok Sam?" asked Nathan.

"I'm in a hellhole where the dead walk, insects are huge, frogs kill, and the freak of all freaks that won't die. All in all nothing is "ok"," Winsor said, "and stick to Winsor. Only my friends call me that."

"You have friends?" John asked. He was trying to be funny.

"No, I don't. I just don't want anyone to call me by my first name," she snapped.

Jarred and Ryan could tell that there was going to be another fight and quickly changed the subject. "Anyway, back to the matter at hand, the Nemesis is probably still alive," Ryan said.

Nathan nodded. "That thing won't stop until it kills everything and us."

"So what do we do to get rid of it?" Vanessa asked. She was playing with her hair, making Winsor look away.

"I don't know," Jarred said. "We have to find the others. David and Alex ran from the Nemesis."

"What if we don't find them?" Winsor asked coldly. She wasn't sure if they were still alive, but it almost seemed likely. Almost.

"Then we'll find somewhere safe to sleep for the night. What time is it?" Nathan asked.

Ryan looked at his watch and whispered a silent curse. "My watch is broken."

"It's 1:12 in the morning," John answered.

Damn! I thought it was ten or eleven. Time flies when you're running for your life.

There was an awkward silence. No one knew what to do. It was not enough that David and Alex were missing and that there were zombies-

"Ok, hate to bring this up, but I have to," Winsor said, breaking the silence. Everyone turned to look at her which made her feel nervous. She hated to be the center of attention. "Where are the zombies? I mean we came from the hospital and there weren't that many."

"Maybe they're dead," John said.

No one laughed.

"Ok, let's split up again and look in different areas of the park," Jarred said. "John, you go with Winsor and head west. Ryan and Nathan, you check the north. Me and Van-"

"Oh no you don't," John said quickly. "I'm not staying with the goth while you two go somewhere alone." "Alone"was said boldly, everyone noticed.

"Hey! I'm not a goth!" Winsor said angrily.

"Could have fooled us," Nathan muttered and received a glare from Winsor. He shook his head and leaned over to John. "Why can't we leave them alone?"

"Let's just say things "heated up" when you guys were gone," John whispered. Nathan rolled his eyes.

"We're not going to do anything," Vanessa snapped.

"That's not what we seen earli-" John said, but was interrupted by Winsor.

"Would you drop it already. Let Vanessa go with Ryan or something," she spat out quickly. She was tired, hungry, and pissed. A combination that made everyone very irritable.

"Fine," Vanessa sighed.

"Ok, Winsor why don't you go with Nathan and I'll go with Jarred," John said.

There was a quick nod between everyone and soon they parted in different directions in search of David and Alex.

If not Vanessa, then Nathan. Gee, when you're supposedly hate everyone you never seem to find the right person to be with.

They walked west of the park, searching for anyone or anything, taking precautions if the shooters came back.

"You're probably having a field day. You got hooked up with me," Nathan said and smiled at her.

Somehow it almost made her smile. "A field day is when there is fun...and this sucks."

But at least I'm around you....