Alex limped out of the station, Kevin only a step or two behind her. She had to admit that he had done a rather good job patching up her leg. The bleeding had stopped and the aspirin had helped quite a bit with the pain. In fact, the limp wasn't quite as bad as before.

Now the only thing they had to do was get the hell out of this death trap. As Alex looked across the city, she realized that was easier said then done. The R.P.D. was more or less in the center of the city and Raccoon was not exactly small. Kevin too was staring out at the darkened streets.

"Well, what do you think?"

"I think we'd have more chance of surviving a plane crash, then making it out of this city alive."

"My but you are such an optimist." The statement was thick with sarcasm.

"No, I'm a realist. I mean, take a good look." Alex swept her arm in wide ark. "The city is crawling with zombies, not to mention whatever else might have escaped the labs. The streets are a maze of wrecked cars, trucks, hell even destroyed buildings. Place looks like Poland after the Blitzkrieg*."

Raccoon looked like a war zone, not the thriving metropolis it had been only days before. Any chance of escape would depend on avoiding anything tougher than a zombie or maybe a licker, accurate shooting, and a hell of a lot a luck. So far luck had certainly not been on Alex's side.

"I suppose the quickest route is the straightest." Kevin said, pushing open the large iron gate.

"It's usually the most dangerous as well." Alex mumbled, pulling out her berretta.

Alex moved past the bookstore. Had it only been eight hours since she'd been standing in that alley? Hell, it had only been a few days ago that the city had still been intact, a few weeks ago since she'd last seen Chris, and only a little over a month ago since her brother had been killed. So why then did it feel like years since she had run through those gates and saved Jill's life?

"Hey, Alex, you hear that?"

Alex cocked her head, listening. "Bells?"

"I think it's coming from the Clock Tower." Kevin pointed to a tall building in the distance.

The Saint Michael Clock Tower, it had long been a city landmark. But Alex couldn't ever remember hearing the bells before.

"You do realize that someone has to be ringing them." Alex said, thoughtfully.

"I also realize that someone is flying that chopper there."

Alex snapped her head toward where Kevin was pointing. Sure enough a large black chopper was making it's way to the Clock Tower.

"Kevin, you got a radio right?"

"Yea." Kevin pulled a small black police radio from his belt. "But what…."

"Give it here!" Alex snatched the radio out of his hands, and clicked through the channels. She had a good idea that the chopper was on of Umbrella's. After finding the right channel, she depressed the talk button. "This is Head of Security…Umbrella Main labs…Captain Alexandra Wesker…please respond…over!"

"Flight 401...U.B.C.S. pickup chopper…over."

"What is your destination…over."

"Proceeding to Saint Michael Clock Tower…ETA 2 minutes…over."

Alex was overjoyed, this was the break she'd been looking for. She grabbed Kevin by the arm, and broke into a run. The Clock Tower was four blocks away, at a dead run they should be able to make it there in ten to fifteen minutes.

"Please hold position at Clock Tower…repeat…hold your position at the clock tower until my arrival…over!"

"Understood…will hold…HOLY SHIT…"

Alex came to a dead stop, staring in disbelief as the chopper swung out of control. Someone had fired on it with a large caliber anti-aircraft missile. She gripped the radio tightly in her hand, only one person could have done this, would have had the right weaponry…Nemesis. The chopper swung into the clock tower and then crashed to the ground in a fiery explosion.

"Come on!" Kevin grabbed her arm, and pulled her down the street. "Someone rung those bells remember, their might be survivors!"

Alex ran after him, seriously doubting they would find anyone still alive. They ran through several roadblocks and killed more than a few zombies, before reaching the Clock Tower. Alex slowed to a stop, looking at the destruction. The chopper lay in a fiery heap to the left of the main yard. Part of the building had collapsed and now lay strewn about the yard and street. The entire area was ringed in fire.

"Shit, how the hell do we get in there?" Kevin looked around, searching for a way around the flames.

"There." Alex pointed to several pieces of the clock Tower itself. "We could climb up and over the debris."

It took two tries before Alex was finally able to climb over the debris and into the yard. She held her berretta ready, surveying the area. Stones from the Clock Tower's upper level lay strewn around, along with small fires. Leaning against the yard's fountain appeared to be a young man. Alex lifted the gun as he moaned softly and opened his eyes.

"Who the hell are you people?" The accent and look said South American. As he got to his feet, Alex noted the U.B.C.S. symbol on the back of his vest. "Where's Jill?"

"Name's Alexandra." Alex slowly lowered the gun. No wonder Nemesis had been here, Jill was still alive. Well, at least she had been up till now anyway.

"Hey Alex, over here!"

Alex turned and walked to where Kevin was kneeling. As she got closer she saw the body of Jill Valentine.

"She dead?" Alex voice was devoid of emotion.

"Not yet, but I think she's infected."

Alex kneeled down to examine the arm Kevin was holding up. Jill's right upper shoulder appeared to have been punctured by something, and a small patch of the skin had turned a sickly shade of green.

"She's infected." Alex looked toward the U.B.C.S. agent. "What happened?"

"That Nemesis thing attacked her. I tired to stop it, but all I managed to do was destroy the rocket launcher." He staggered over, holding his side. "Is she gonna turn into one of those zombies?"

Alex slowly nodded. "If we don't get the anti-virus she will."

Both Kevin and the young U.B.C.S agent stared at her. Kevin started to say something, when a zombie suddenly lurched out of the flames to Alex's left. Alex tried to turn, but her leg gave out and the zombie latched onto her right arm, causing her to drop the berretta. She screamed as the zombie bite into her arm, tearing into skin and muscle.

"Get this fucker off!"

The sound of Kevin's 45 echoed loudly in the small yard and was quickly joined by a short burst of fire from the U.B.C.S. agent's M4A1 assault rifle. The zombie fell backwards into the fire and Alex quickly pushed herself away, holding her now bleeding arm.

"Shit, that hurts." She mumbled, examining the wound.

"I guess that means your infected now." Kevin's tone was flat.

"It does, but fortunately for me I'm immune to the effects of the T-Virus." Alex slowly got to her feet, still cradling her arm. "Look we'll talk about this later. First, let's find somewhere safe."

"There's a chapel inside, only three windows and one door." The Agent said, hooking a thumb over his shoulder. "The windows are stained glass, so you can't easily see anything inside."

"That's perfect. Kevin, grab Jill."

Kevin hoisted Jill over his shoulder and they followed the U.B.C.S. agent into the Clock tower and to the chapel. Kevin laid Jill down on the alter and Alex quickly shrugged out of Chris' jacket, placing it under Jill's head. She then pulled the first aide kit, they'd grabbed from the station, out of her bag and proceeded to clean up her arm.

"So what is your name anyway?" Kevin asked.

"Carlos…Carlos Oliveria." He smiled a bit, then looked toward Alex. "Now, what is this you were saying about an anti-virus?"

Alex didn't bother to look up from her work, as she spoke. "Umbrella ordered work to be done on an anti-virus in case of another outbreak like the one at the Arklay facility." Alex finished tying the bandage on her arm, and looked up. "I'm not sure how far they got, but I do know they have at least one dose of the at the Raccoon City Hospital."