Jill Valentine looked anxiously around the street corner. The city was in ruins and zombies were everywhere. The former stars agent tightened unholstered her berreta. The once peaceful street was a wreck. Littered with derbis. Several totaled cars were scattered throughout the streets. The former STARS agent took another glance, several zombies were shambling towards her. The RPD agent sprung from behind the building and fired off her handgun. The bullets dug into the first zombie. The monster let out a groan and toppled over. Jill looked to its undead companions, they were all in a state of immobility. Jill took a deep breath and darted forward, blowing by the first zombie who slowly hobbled after her. Jill looked to the next zombie and fired off another set of handgun bullets, the zombie stumbled back and collapsed. Jill rounded the corner and into the arms of an undead monser. It's grimy armed wrapped around the young survivor. Jill let out a yelp and drove her elbow into the monster's stomach, sending it reeling back, Jill bobbed out of its way and through a nearby door. Through blind luck, Jill had entered a zombie free area. There was no sign of the undead, no lifeless moans, the horrible crunching noise that resonated when the hobbled along, the sounds of them mindlessly chewing raw flesh. Jill sighed in relief, and strode through the totally destroyed, yet peacful city street. She stepped into the opening and immediatly her mouth dropped open. Bodies, everywhere...each more horribly decimated than the last. Bodies of what looked like special forces agents were strewn across the road and street. Jill looked upwards and stiffled a scream. Humans...all skinless hanging by ropes tied to signs and building chimneys. They were totally flayed...others without heads and a disturbing ripline along their spinal cord were laying lifelessly on the streets. Jill felt a feeling of tension ripple through her body, something far more dangerous than anything she'd ever encountered before was loose in the city... Jill's heart began to this monstrous creature still be lurking!? Jill's walking steadily became a run. The orginally simple and linear streets had become a nightmarish maze that contained some faceless enemy. Jill's mind raced, she dashed through any door she'd see. All of them strangely free of zombies...this creature must be killing whatever it crosses. In her blind fury to escape, Jill stumbled into a nearby bar. A familiar face greeted her,

"Brad!" Jill called to the Stars chopper pilot. Brad was needless to say, in less than favorable condition. His eyes were filled with fear, and his yellow stars vest was in tatters. Ripped at the shoulder's and waist from countless zombies bites and scratches. He looked at Jill, and his eyes filled with a look of relief.

"Jill...you...you're alive!" Brad stumbled forward to meet Jill but ended up collapsing to the floor. Jill ran to her downed friend,

"Brad! Are you alright? What happened to you?" At that very moment, Brad looked up at Jill with eyes full of extreme fear and terror. He sat up and stumbled away from Jill,

"Wait! He's after you! Get away!!!!!!!!" Brad whimpered. Jill looked oddly at the cowardly pilot. He was truly losing his mind.

"Brad...what are you talking about, who's after me?" Jill stepped towards the crazy pilot. He scurried backwards and into a bar stool, yelping slightly.

"There's more than those zombies around...there's two horrible things! They're both coming for me...!!" Brad's face was distorted with insanity..."One...is huge, and keeps calling out...HE'S AFTER ME!!!!!!!! The other...he's invisible! He kills things from the inside, I've seen people just instantly rip in half! They both want me to die!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Brad's voice was broken, he staggered upwards and turned away and ran out the door.

"Brad, wait!" Jill shouted, giving chase. Jill followed Brad throughout the city, finally leading her to...the police station. Jill slowly opened the gates...

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Another group was killed...Carlos Olivera ran his hands through his dark hair. Their UBCS team was whittling away to nothing. Carlos looked to Nicholai,

"Captain...got bad news." Nicholai, usually calm about death and chaos glanced at him,

"Yes...that mysterious creature has wiped out another platoon correct?" Nicholai's thick Russian accent had little fear or worry within it. Carlos paused and looked at his commander again.

"Yes sir...is it one of Umbrella's creations?" Carlos was curious if it was indeed a creature of Umbrella's. Nicholai looked at the young solider.

"No, I've already contacted them, they've already begun reasearch on the strange being...in the meantime I want you to go check with the guards...see what they're up to." Nicholai sat in his chair and glanced back into the novel he was reading.

"Yes sir," Carlos gave a salute and headed out of the tent. The outpost was the largest and as far as Carlos knew, platoon of UBCS agents. About 50 of them had established an outpost in Racoon city square, it was the only safe haven in the entire city. It was defended by crudely built barricades made from anything that could protect from the undead. The UBCS agent sauntered up to the guards. Both armed with Benelli shotguns. The weapon that was ideal for fighting the undead. Both turned to address Carlos.

"Sir!"

"At else...report." The soldiers looked to Carlos

"No creatures of any significance...and no sign of that invisible creature..." Carlos paused, nothing...oh well...but still he had this odd uncomfortable feeling in the pit of his stomach....

"What is going on?" Carlos said aloud to himself...

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Jill's lungs were burning with exhaustion. Despite her excellent physical condition the now mentally impaired chopper pilot's body was running on adrenaline alone. The former STARS agent pursuit of Brad led her through a multitude of undead and other hazards to her health. Jill finallly had reached a safe point. A lone city street, devoid of any life or undead for that matter. She slowed her run and found a familiar site...the police station. Jill pushed the rusted old gates open. The police station was still in decent shape, the outside wasn't horrible destoryed or damaged...probably a good source of weapons. Brad was congregated into a corner, his eyes now blank and devoid.

"Brad??" Jill called with fear in her voice. Brad looked at her and stood.

"Jill...he's...here." Brad voice was unusually calm, yet sounded afraid. Jill's mind went into overdrive. What was here?

"...STARS..." A guttural throaty voice rippled through the air. In the blink of an eye, a monstrous human figure leapt from the RPD building. Jill let out a scream and stumbled back. The monster was hideous, its skin was leathery and a sickly color, the monster wore a black trench coat and its face...one eye sewn shut, the other a milky white. Its mouth was lipless and in a sick twisted grin. The creature advanced on Brad. Brad's eyes were still blank as the huge monster sized him up. Jill readied her handgun and fired. The bullets seemed to just burrow into its skin, no effect...

"Hey asshole! Over here!" Jill shouted at the monster. The creature snarled and spun around, now charging Jill. The monster roared fiercely and swung a brutal haymaker at Jill, the girl bounced backwards, dodging the attack and fired several of her rounds into the beast's head. More gunfire rang out, the monstrosity stumbled backwards. Brad was firing off his berretta. It snarled and seized Brad, hurling him at Jill. Brad's body smashed into Jill's. The two bounced along the ground, both dazed and vunerable...it was over...

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The hunter was curious. This new creature was far more dangerous than the soft flesh he had come to hunt. It was impervious to smaller caliber weapons the oomans used. This new prey would make an excellent trophy. The hunter's wristblades sprung fourth as the hunter leapt from his perch, and into battle...

BOB: w00t! teh fight begins in the next chapter. Ex