Aryn and Lone walked down the street, occasionally looking in a building for survivors, so far, they'd had no luck. They got to the Infamous Raccoon Police Department, or the R.P.D for short. Lone went first since he had the guns; he looked around for any monsters, since this place seemed to be the main hang out for them. He got to the large oak door, then took a deep breathe before shoving the door open and jumping in, then doing another search for monsters. Aryn walked in after him, shaking her head.

"I hate it when you do that."

Lone swung the rifle back onto his shoulder, "Sorry if you want to get ate by a licker."

Aryn was just about to say something sarcastic when there was a noise farther back in the room. Lone instantly had the rifle pointed towards it.

"Put your gun down or I shoot the girl!" Said a muffled male voice.

Lone carefully put the rifle down; he had a Desert Eagle hidden in his jacket.

"Who do you work for?"

"I don't work for anyone." Lone watched the area where the voice seemed to be coming from, "What about you?"

There was no reply and no sound for several minutes. After a bit, another person in an Umbrella commando tactical suit came out. He stared at Lone for a moment, gun raised.

"What's you name?"

Lone didn't reply.

"NOW!"

"Lone."

The commando was quiet for a moment for speaking again.

"Erik? Is that you?"

Lone nodded.

"Ha! I thought it was. You always liked that name."

The man took off his helmet; he looked like he was in his late twenties, early thirties. He had blue eyes and blond hair; he didn't look like the type to be in the military.

"Jacob! I haven't seen you in ages." Lone took off his helmet too.

He also looked like he was in his late twenties to early thirties; he had dark brown hair and eyes. The two walked over to a couple of chairs and sat down, talking about old times. Aryn walked over to the main desk and dusted off the monitor. She wiggled the mouse a bit to bring the computer out of standby.

"I wonder what games this lousy thing has."

She started opening this and that on the computer, mainly out of boredom. A glance over at Lone, err, Erik and Jacob. They were still yapping away. She rolled her eyes and froze in mid roll. There was an odd tapping sound, and from her experience in the city that meant one thing.

"Licker." She slowly got up and moved over to the two guys.

"Umm, folks, I think we have a Licker in here."

Jacob was going to say something about her having an overactive imagination when sure enough a Licker leapt down onto him.

"GRAW! Get it off me!"

Erik jumped up and after hesitating for a moment, fired a well-placed shot into the Licker's head. Jacob pushed it off himself and slowly got up, holding his side.

"Ah.. It got me."

Erik sort of sputtered."Did it bite you or claw you?"

"It bit me."

Erik turned around and slammed his fist into a pillar by the sound it made it would have hurt.

"Dammit.." He swore softly, "There's gotta be a cure right."

Aryn shrugged, "More than likely yeah, but it means venturing into the Umbrella building and I'm not so sure that's a wise idea. 'Sides, I doubt he'll," She motioned to Jacob, "Will make it that far."

Lone looked to Jacob, and then helped him up. "Jacob'll make it. Won't you?"

Jacob grinned, "Takes more than a slimy freak to take me down."

Aryn shook her head. "You two have a death wish.."

"First stop, Umbrella's Lab!" Lone announced, which was met by a groan by Aryn.