A/N: Holy crap man, I haven't updated in a while! ^^;;/obvious

I kinda took a break from fanfiction.net for the summer, and a buncha bad crap happened, but none of you care about any of that. ^^;; The important thing is that I'm back! Yey!

I actually wrote like half of this chapter a month and a half ago, but it got deleted. e.e So I had to rewrite it, and the rewrite doesn't seem as good as the original, but ah well. Crap happens.

Ooh yeah, and no I'm not Legendary Frog. This fic though was inspired by his two flash videos I saw, "Resident Evil: Flash Edition", and "I Am Resident Evil". If you haven't seen them yet, you defiantly should! You can find em on Newgrounds.com, that's the only site I know they're at. So…yeah. ^^;;

 I only own the Sega Dreamcast version of Resident Evil CODE: Veronica X, and on that version there are two disks. So..yeah, this is where disk 2 starts off. I guess you can think of the past few months as the intermission or whatever. ^^; Anycrap, on with the fanfic! I hope you like this chappy, and if you don't…eh…that sucks. O_o

RESIDENT EVIL CODE: VERONICA Y

DISK 2!!!!!!!!!!!111111SHIFT+1!!!!!!

[insert lame dramatic music here]

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

The shattered control panel of the cargo plane cracked and buzzed. The sound of ice-cold silence reverberated throughout the building. Claire Redfield and Steve Burnside's limp bodies lay sprawled out on the plane floor. Regardless of the fact that they were sitting in the chair without their seatbelts, they were in the middle of the plane floor. Claire groaned lightly and shook.

"Oooooooohhhhh…"

She opened her eyes slowly, really dizzy from the crash. She slowly got up and got in a really flexible position only girls can do, she looked over at Steve and shook his arm.

"Hey, Steve, wake up." She said.

"Yeah…ya know I love my waffles that way…" Steve muttered.

"WAKE UP DAMNIT!!!!!!"

"AHHHHH!!!!! DON'T EAT ME!!!!!!!" Steve yelled as he suddenly sat up with a horrified look on his face. "…oh…^^;; hi Claire."

Claire waved. "Hi Steve! ^_^"

Steve looked around. "W-what happened?"

"Well, from the looks of it the plane crashed." Claire said. "But that's just a guess."

"We're…STILL ALIVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!??????????" Steve said.

"We are?" Claire felt her breasts. "YAY! We're alive! W00t!"

*~*~*Laterness…*~*~*

BAM! BAM! BAM!

The door flew off its hinges and fell onto the cold steel walkway below. Steve hopped out of the plane, fell ten feet, and landed on the floor. He turned around and reached his arms out to Claire.

………

………

"Come on Claire! Jump!"

"Hell no!" Claire yelled. "I ain't jumpin that far!"

"Come on, it's only, like, 10 feet! And I'll catch you!"

"What if you don't?"

Steve eyed the big chasm that the catwalk they were on was hanging over. "Then you'll hit the railing, painfully slide off, and fall to your death. But come on! It's not like I'm not gonna catch you!"


Claire sighed. "Alright. But if I die, I'm gonna kill you! T_T"

"Fair enough." Steve sighed. Claire jumped, quickly crossing the distance between them, and landed in Steve's arms. He accidentally tripped over and fell backwards, Claire landing on top of him. "Oof!" His arms accidentally wrapped around her back, and for a second they were in a close hug.

Some corny love music played again as Steve sweatdropped. Claire slowly lifted partially and looked into his eyes, still on top of him.

…a moment of sexualness…

Claire finally realized what it looked like they were doing and jumped up. "Eww!"

"O__O;; I'm sorry Claire." Steve said and he blushed deeply and covered his crotch. "It was an accident! I didn't mean to get…"

"No, I mean the plane." Claire said as she looked up at the wreck that used to once be the seaplane they were in. Steve sweatdropped.

"Oh…" he looked up at the plane crash and decided it was time to state the obvious. "Heheh, um…the planes trashed."

"Like, yeah." She sighed and looked around. Then suddenly realized how friggin cold it was and covered her arms with her hands. Now it was her time to state the obvious. "It's getting cold in here!"

"So put on all your clothes!" Steve sang as he started dancing like a dork. Claire raised an eyebrow; Steve stopped and looked around too. "We'd better find another way out of this oversized freezer."

"Yeah." Claire said. They both looked around some more. "So…um…let's split up."

"Why?"

"Because!"

"Oh, okay!"

Steve turned and ran down the catwalk, then climbed down the ladder and disappeared into a plothole. Claire sighed and rubbed her arms to keep warmer. "Well…this sucks."

*~*~*~*~*~*

"Rebecca! Open up! I need to take a shower too ya know!" Jill said as she pounded the bathroom door with her fist. "You've been in there for three hours!"

"Hey! It's MY house and I can take a shower whenever I want."

"This isn't your house! It's Leon's house!" Jill said, slightly annoyed. "Isn't that right Leon?"

"Yeah!" Leon shouted from downstairs.

"Ooh yeah…" Rebecca's voice said. "Um…okay, just ninety-two more minutes."

Jill fell over. "Come on! You're clean! Get out!"

"NEVAAAAAAAH!!!"

"GET OUT OR I'M BREAKING THE GOSH DARN DOOR DOWN!!!!"

"My ass you will."

"Grr!" Jill turned around. "BARRY!!!!!!"

*~*~*2 Seconds Later…*~*~*

"Yes ma'am!?" Barry asked as he zoomed up to Jill, stood straight up, and saluted.

"Break down this door!"

"YES SIR!!!!"

"Grr…"

"I MEAN MA'AM, SIR!!!!!"

"Thank you."

Barry walked up to the door, pulled out the Colt .64 HHPXQ 97 Magnum Revolver with a duel caliber handle and and shot the lock with it, causing it to explode into fragments of metal and door lockyness. Then he casually opened the door and stepped in.


"OKAY!!! DAMNIT!! GET THE HELL OUT!! DAMNIT!!! ON JILL'S ORDER!!! DAMNIT!!!!"

………

Jill slapped her forehead. "Barry, that's the CLOSET door! The bathroom door's in front of me!"

"…oh. ^^;;"

Jill sighed. "You're an idiot. e.e"

Billy walked by. "What's the problem here, guys?"

"REBECCA WON'T GET OUT OF THE SHOWER!!!!" Jill cried.

"I'm breaking the door down!" Barry yelled.

"Wait! Hold it a sec!" Billy said calmed. He leaned next to the door and knocked on it lightly. "Yo Becca, get out of the shower please."

"Okay!" Rebecca's voice was heard saying on the other end of the door. Then she opened it. Steam flew out of the door and sexy music played as she walked out wearing nothing but a towel. "It's aaaallll yoooooours, man." She said as she walked passed Jill.

Jill fell over. "HOW DID YOU DO THAT!?"

Billy shrugged. "Rebecca will do anything if you say please."

Jill sighed and stomped into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.


"A thank you would be nice." Billy muttered.

Jill ripped the door open and shouted in Billy's face; "THANK YOU!!!!" then slammed it in rage. Billy sweatdropped.

"Man, she's weird."

"Yeah…" Barry said.

"Hey guys! Claire and Steve are awake!" Sherry shouted from downstairs.

"YAY!" Rebecca yelled as she ran down stairs in nothing but a towel. Billy and Barry sighed and followed her.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Claire opened the steel door and stepped in.

It was the only door in the main room she hadn't checked yet. The door that was right behind where the plane crashed—the door to the VTLMAO Jet Hanger—was locked, to her extreme disappointment. Since it was the door to the hanger, she was pretty sure that it'd conveniently be the last door she finds a key to in this oversized freezer. The other door she tried was a set of double doors that led into the second floor of a big room that didn't really have anything useful in it anyway.

This room was very foggy for some reason. So foggy she could barely see where she was going. But from the looks of it, it was a bunker. The soft tap of her shoes on the floor was the only sound she could hear as she walked in, making her feel uneasy.

"Hello?" Claire asked. "Anybody there?"

"No." about ten voices responded.

"Dang…"

She walked more into the room and gasped dramatically when she saw that the room was littered with dead bodies. Bodies hung off blood-splattered beds, bodies on the floor. Any other woman running out of the room screaming bloody murder, but, of course, it didn't phase Ms. Redfield at all.

Sighing, she stepped over the bodies and walked over to one of the beds. She noticed a small book on one of the bloody beds next to a body. She sat on the bed, grabbed the book, and opened it.

'October 30th

When I joined Umbrella Inc., I thought everything would be easy, and I could live care free for the rest of my life. In the ad they had for it in the newspaper, they promised life would kick ass working with them, they promised free beer and porn, they promised everything would be easy. Hah, what a joke. I ended up being a friggin truck driver in this frozen hellhole. I asked for a position change, but all they did was beat me down with a club for that. It feels more like a prison! Work is hell of hard, and they don't even have Sega! I'd rather be an undead zombie!

November 3rd

My hard-earned vacation was cancelled suddenly. Apparently the facility head, Alfred Ashford, lost a game of chess and went on a killing spree again. Since he killed about ¼ of the whole friggin facility staff, we need more manpower, which means they need me, which means no trip to Hawaii for me. Goddamnit. That assmunch doesn't deserve to be forgiven. He doesn't even treat us like human beings!

November 5th

I heard an interesting story from a dude who's been working here for 8 years. He must be awfully patient, eh? He says there is a man who's been confined here for 10 years, locked deep down below. People here call him "Nosferatu", and I have no friggin idea why. But isn't that a freaky ass name? I mean, say it out loud. Nosferatu. It's freaky, yo! Anycrap, I bet it's not true. But it doesn't make sleeping at night any easier.

November 10th

At midnight, I woke up to an ominous growling sound. At first I thought it was one of my roomies farting, but I soon realized it was coming from underground. It friggin scared the HELL out of me, man! I'm so pathetic to be frightened by such a foolish story. But I suppose anyone would have a hard time keeping their sanity if they were confined in an oversized freezer like this place!'

Claire closed the book. "Hmm…I sense a boss…or something…blah, oh well."

She closed the book and shoved it down her pants into her personal library for later use and turned to the lockers behind her, in the corner of the room. Opening them, she found a box of handgun bullets, an F. Aid Spray, and some Bowgun powder.

Shhhhh-phht!

Claire jumped at the corny sound effect and whirred around. The body of the zombie—the one that had been laying half on and half off the bed—had strangely fallen off for no reason at all and was now on the floor.

'FORESHADOWING!!!!!!!!!!!!' a voice in her head screamed.

Claire jumped and covered her ears. "OW! Not so loud!"

'Sorry…'

"It's okay."

The zombie on the floor sweatdropped when he was Claire talking to herself. When she looked back at him, he closed his eyes again and played dead.

Claire looked around again and started walking forward. Suddenly, horror music started playing and the body that fell off the bed got up in front of her!!

"Ahh. Scary. I never saw it coming." Claire said in a monotone voice. Suddenly all the other bodies in the room got up too! "Eh…crap…"

"Time to die little girl!!" the zombies yelled…uh…evilly!!

Claire pulled out her bowgun; all the zombies stopped and burst out laughing.

"You think you can beat us with a puny little gun like that!?" the closest zombie asked. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!"

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!" one zombie laughed.

"MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" another zombie laughed.

"GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHUHUHEHEHAHUHAWEEEE!!!!" a third zombie laughed. All the other zombies stopped and looked at him. "What?"


The other zombies raised and eyebrow, then turned back to Claire. "Anycrap, prepare to die!"

"FEEL THE WRATH OF TEH SUPER BOWGUN!!!!" Claire shouted, then she pulled the trigger and an arrow with a gun-powdered tip flew and hit the zombie in front of her, causing him to explode!

…

Claire blew smoke off the tip of the gun and gave the other zombies a pissed off look. "Next!"

"AHHHHHHH!!!!" all the other zombies turned and ran away screaming.

"Antarctic Zombies, meet Claire Redfield." She said as she got in a stupid pose.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Chris walked up to the clothes rack and looked through the different outfits. He had entered the mall and was looking for something new to wear.

"Excuse me?"

"AHHH!!!" Chris screamed and covered his face. "DON'T KICK ME OUT!!!!!!!!!!!"

"O__o;;" The man raised an eyebrow. "Hey, I'm not kicking you out."

"Phew…" Chris said as he held his heart. "Listen man, I haven't had a very good day and…"

"Good golly gosh!" the man said. "You look terrible!"

Chris sighed. "I'm sorry for freaking out your customers, but I'm not a hobo! I swear! I'll leave now if ya want…"

"Ooh heck nah!" the man said. "I am giving you a makeover, NOW! It should be illegal for people to walk around like you!"

"Really? O_o"

"Yes really! Come on!" With that, he pushed Chris into the dressing room.

*~*~*~*~*~*

Claire stepped into the office. After going through the bunker, she had finished looking through everyone reachable room on the first floor. Now she was in the basement first floor, she had walked down the stairs, down the hall, and into the door directly across from it.

She jumped when she heard a freaky rattling noise coming from the back of the room. It immediately had her on edge; she looked around wondering what the hell that noise could be and where it was coming from. "What the hell could that noise be? And where is it coming from?"

There was an item box right next to her, and a typewriter on the desk ahead. But there was no calming save room music playing, just that friggin freaky sound. She opened the item box to see that it had all the items that she had left in it in Rockfort Island.

"God I love magical item boxes." She said as she put her grenade launcher in it, leaving open some more space in her bigass pockets.

That shaking, rattling noise was still there, and it was beginning to aggravate her rather than scare her now. She walked up to the bookcase it was coming from and noticed there was air coming from the other end of the bookcase. She easily pushed the bigass bookcase backwards, revealing a secret hall. "Man, that was a piece of crap hidden passage there."

The noise was louder now than ever before, she turned to see a locker at the end of the small passage that was shaking violently. "Ooooh crap, I've GOT to open it now. o_o;;"

She slowly inched closer to the shaking locker, a rat of fear gnawing in the back of her mind. Right when she got about a foot away from the locker, it burst open, causing her to scream at the top of her lungs and jump out of the way as something flew out at her. It missed her by a few inches and landed on the floor.

Claire turned and looked at what popped out of the locker and her eyes widened in horror.

It was a mouse.

"…" Claire fell over. "Damnit! I just got scared crapless by a mouse!!?"

The mouse tilted his head and gave her a pissed off look. Then it flipped her off and crawled away.

"Stupid mouse…" she muttered. She turned back around, finally catching her breath, and looked into the locker. There was a very fancy looking letter. She picked it up and somehow read it, even though it was friggin dark as hell in the room.

'Sir Alfred…er…Betty,

Please forgive me, as I must tell you of my abrupt departure by leaving this letter. I first served your father, Lord Alexander, and have for so long shared in the joys and sorrows of the Ashford Family. Lord Alexander disappeared unexpectedly 15 years ago, then an accident during an experiment took the life of our Alexia. I'm just reminding you of these two horrible tragedies in case you forgot.

You were forced to become the master of the family at a very young age, and nearly (okay, fully) lost your sanity from the sorrow of having lost all your family members at once. There was nothing I could do, and I felt powerless. But hey, I'm a butler, I'm supposed to feel powerless I guess. I first thought that I should kill myself to apologize. I then realized that it would be an insult to our dear Lord Alexander and Alexia in the other world…besides, dieing sucks.

Jack Hoff

Butler, Ashford Family'

"Eh…poor Alfred…" Claire said. "….wait a sec, Alfred's a sick bastard. Screw him."

She looked in the locker again to see there was a button. "Oooooo! What does thiiiis button doooo?" she pressed the button.

Click.

…

…

…

"Damnit, they got me all excited!" she shouted. "I guess the power to this base is out…which means I must turn the power generator on!! Yes, I shall do it!" she raised her first into the air. "But first, I shall save my progress."

She walked over to the typewriter and typed some crap in. After she saved her progress, she walked out of the room. "Time to find that power generator…"