13.02 pm

Despite to the early morning, it was still cold and grey. Dark clouds were forming in the sky, it would probably start raining any minute now. By the walls of a huge factory in town, two dark shadows made their way through the thick fog, shivering a bit.

"What are you going to do?" Rebecca sobbed quietly, without looking up at the tyrant walking next to her. He was still holding Sherry in his arms, who seemed both cold and dead. Her tiny arms were dangling in rhythm.

"I'm taking my daughter with me.....we will live happily together...", his voice trailed off somewhere and the medic stared up at him, it was hard to see because of her eyes were full of tears. Suddenly, Birkin stopped, making the girl almost walking right into him. "You should go back to your friends", he frowned and his face expression changed into disgust as he watched her sad face.

"I'm not leaving without Sherry...Don't you see? She doesn't want anything to do with you! Let me take her with me....for her own safety...", Rebecca said, swallowing a lump in her throat. She didn't dare to look at him.

"How dare you...Albert took care of her, I'm very grateful for that....but she's my child!" his voice wasn't nice anymore, actually, it sounded threatening.

"You killed him!" Rebecca cried, hearing her own voice shaking, as she couldn't help but start crying again. William looked like he was going to explode with anger as he put his sleeping daughter down on the ground and approached to Rebecca.

Without saying anything, he raised his clawed hand, and the medic slowly backed away, but the wall of the factory stopped her. She opened her mouth, but nothing came out. What had she gotten herself into? A moment later, William was only a few steps away from her. As she breathed, the air came out in short stressed clumps.

"Don't come any closer", she whispered and tried, without taking her eyes from his claws, moving back. The tyrant let out a growling terrifying sound and Rebecca threw herself to the ground, covering her head with her left hand, the other one searching for something to protect herself with. But it was too late, one of Birkin's claws went right through her right hand, blood flying everywhere around them.

"AAAaaaaaaaaaah!" the young girl kept screaming as he pulled it out of her flesh. Leaving her on the ground bleeding, William made his way back to Sherry. The child was still sleeping, probably too shocked to be just asleep.

"Albert was my best friend....I could never kill him....but Sherry means everything....everything....", in her dizzy mind, Rebecca could hear him walking away in the fog that surrounded them, the steps echoed like drums in her head. She couched up some blood in an attempt to get up with her left hand, but the pain was too much. With a last sigh, she fell down again, hitting her head in the hard asphalt.

"Jill....Jill?" Chris shook her shoulder where they sat with their backs to a tree. It had been raining so they'd decided to take a rest before continuing the search for their former teammate and Sherry. Jill grunted and slowly opened her eyes, only to notice that fog was surrounding them.

"What?" she asked, almost irritated, and scratched her arm. She moved into a more comfortable position.

"We should get going....we've been searching all night, but maybe in the wrong districts...", he yawned and got up on unsteady legs, leaning against the wet tree. He glanced around in the park, where a few ducks were quacking while looking for something to eat. The streets outside were totally deserted, no one seemed to voluntary go out in this weather.

"Chris....I'm starting to wonder....", the young woman raised from the ground, and brushed herself off a bit. "What if they're in another city....or even another country...." Chris face stiffened, probably of the thought of Wesker. He smacked his lips a few seconds.

"No....I'm sure not", he said and his eyes became distant as he started to walk away. Jill followed quickly.

"We're going to..." a howling sound cut him off, and they both looked around them, aiming their guns in different directions.

"What was that? Is it a wolf?" Jill looked dumbfounded and her eyes widened. Also her teammate started to look nervous for a while.

"Let's take a look", Chris started running through the park, on his way into town again.

"There....", the voice was almost a whisper. William put Sherry down on the grass, the alleyway was stinking of rotten food, but was the only place they could hide from people out on the streets. The child replied with a grunt as she started to wake up. She felt wet and cold, her head was spinning and she couldn't remember where she was.

"Dad?" she closed her eyes again, only feeling the cold wind in her face. A hand touched hers.

"I'm here....", Sherry's eyes flied open, this voice was wrong, this person....Oh no. Even since she was tired, she crawled backwards, with a terrified expression on her face.

"No....What have you done?! Where's Albert?!" she demanded, her back slumped against a dustbin, and something wet fell over her head. "Help!" William raised and walked over to her. He removed the soaked paper from her forehead, it only resulted in a shriek from the little girl.

"Where's dad?! I want to go to him now!" tears started to stream down her childish face, and her lower lip was shaking a bit.

"Sherry....I'm your dad...don't you remember...", he was cut off by a blow to his face.

"Where is he?!" the child got to her feet and started to kick her father. He yelped a bit and was surprised by the power in her blows.

"Sherry.....", the man got up too, keeping distance from his daughter. "He's dead...." The reaction he'd expected didn't come. Instead of crying, the girl rushed at him, kicking, hitting and biting him all over. The G-virus in her blood was taking control over her and it made her far more stronger than an ordinary kid.

"I hate you! I hate you!" William backed away, not wanting to fight her. Suddenly, Sherry noticed a metal pipe, it was shaped as a spear. She grabbed it and approached to her father.

"Sherry...put that thing down....put it down", but she didn't listen, her eyes glowed with red as tears of sorrow and anger ran down her face.

"NO! This is for dad!" she then threw the spear forward with all her power. It went through the man's stomach and he fell to the ground in pain, screaming. Blood was streaming out, mixing up with the rainwater on the road. Her real father was just too pathetic, he finally got what he deserved. With one last look at her father, Sherry ran off. She didn't know where and she didn't know how.

I don't really know if Birkin is that mean and stuff, but I couldn't have wrote this chapter unless, so, yeah, anyway, hope you liked this chapter. More is coming soon.