Full Summary: Micheal, a cold, aloof sixteen-year-old becomes plagued with dreams of the dead walking. At first he chocks it up to his twisted, horrific imagination, but things that happen in his hometown of Raccoon City force him to realize that his imagination isn't the ONLY thing twisted and horrific. Based on Resident Evil: Apocalypse.

Disclaimer: Believe me, if I owned Resident Evil, you'd know.

/.../ means italics.

"..." means speech.

'...' means thoughts.

---Chapter 8---

---Inside Micheal's brain---

Inside that one room lay two motionless bodies across the room from each other. One was lying on his back, blood trailing from his mouth to the floor, forming a pool, eyes closed. The other lay on his side, curled into a ball and clutching his chest in a frozen pose of extreme pain. Both were too tired to even move, just lying there, regaining their strength. Suddenly the boy lying on his back began to stir, his fingers twitching ever so slightly. Meanwhile, the boy laying on his side uncurled himself, his arm lying perpendicular to himself. Slowly, weakly, the hand balled into a fist, then relaxed.

"Who...who are you?" Micheal asked, coughing up a bit of blood afterwards. Malice flinched slightly at the pain in his ribs.

"I...told...you..." He grunted. Micheal laughed, struggling to turn on his side.

"You and...ow...I both know that's total bullshit...god my ribs hurt..." Micheal groaned. Malice smiled, ignoring the pain in his chin from that one hit he gave Micheal.

"Do you...jesus ow...really want to know?" Malice asked. He couldn't see Micheal's face, but he didn't need to. "My real name is John...I used to work for Umbrella..." He began.

"That medicine corporation?" Micheal asked. John answered the question with a 'mmmhmm' and continued.

"...until a few years ago, at least. Without permission from higher ups, I began to see the most stunning woman I could ever meet. Ada Wong. God she was hot..." He trailed off, thinking of Ada. He got back to the topic quickly though. "...she talked me into stealing a sample of the T-Virus that they were making, and I did. Thankfully she got away, while I was caught. They brought me to a tribunal, where it was decided that I wouldn't be killed. However, the higher-ups did decide that I would be tested and experimented on with their new G-virus. I'm pretty sure my real body is still up in that lab, walking around. The only part of my body that survived the tests and experiments was the segment with my conciousness. They implanted that part of my brain into countless bodies, but none would be able to sustain it. Then suddenly, there was you. You showed up at the hospital when the labs thought they had failed the experiments. So with permission from your parents, the surgeons cut open your head, under the pre-tense of removing a brain tumor, and surgically implanted me into your brain. As you can clearly see, you survived." He explained.

"Then why am I always blacking out and waking up later in different places?" Micheal asked.

"That's the side effect of me being in your system. Your blackouts are times when the microchip planted in my brain segment to control me deactivates, giving me control of your body." John replied.

"Then why are you attacking me now? Why not before...?" Micheal queried. John faltered for a second, trying to think of an excuse.

"This is the highest possible emergency. I have to find Ada. She's in danger, and I know for a FACT that she's here in Raccoon..." John lied. Micheal made a sound that was a mixture of grunting and laughing.

"Don't treat me like an idiot, 'John...' Don't give me some bullshit excuse like that. I'm totally aware of the fact that even if we had met at any point, you wouldn't have known. You're doing this because of Sara." Micheal retorted. John looked shocked, but luckily Micheal couldn't see. By then the two of them had gotten enough strength back to sit up, propped up painfully by their bruised arms. John decided that this kid was too smart to be lied to.

"How could you tell?" He asked.

"After that roundhouse kick a few minutes earlier, I could pick up on your emotions and thoughts. I saw that same image, then felt that surge of love for her and the jealousy towards me." Micheal answered.

"And let me guess...you love her too?" John chuckled.

Micheal contemplated that comment, and thought about his answer to that question. He thought about Sara and her personality, then he thought that one thought that seemed to prove any type of love for someone.

'If Sara died, and I lived, could I stand being without her?' He thought. It took him a few seconds, but suddenly his mind began to race about nothing. Soon he felt an overwhelming sense of sadness and for the first time since he hit the age of twelve, even if it was only in his mind he began to cry.

"Yes...yes I do..." He replied. The two of them got back onto their feet, weakly getting back into their fighting conditions. Surprisingly to John, Micheal sat back down. "...my death doesn't matter...I could care less about my own life as long as Sara lives. Take my body...you can save her." Micheal told him. John's jaw dropped, looking at the sixteen year old boy. He relaxed his pose and walked towards the tired young man.

"What are you talking about?" John asked.

"You heard me...love means giving yourself to someone unconditionally. For Sara...I'm able to give up my life... You did it too, for Ada...and you're the only one strong enough to protect her..." Micheal explained. John was totally taken by surprise.

'Why would he give so selflessly to someone he's known for less than a week?' John asked himself.

'She's all I've got...if this is the only way she'll be saved...then so be it.' Micheal told himself.

"Are you sure...?" John asked. Micheal nodded, bravery written all over his face. John put his palm to Micheal's forehead, his mind racing.

'This is how it should be...I know that now...' They both told themselves before they both disappeared.

---The Real World---

Micheal's eyes opened. He sat up, in a state of confusion. He touched the blood soaked ground, feeling the cold ground and the blood dripping off of his fingers. He got up shakily, his legs tired and wobbly.

"What...the...?" He muttered.

'How come I woke up?' He asked mentally.

'I've decided that some things aren't supposed to change.' A voice spoke. Micheal recognized that voice. It was John. 'You're best suited for Sara. I realized that even though I may care for her, I know that even though she may love what's on the outside, I'll always feel second best because the personality she loved belonged to you...I only have an hour until my conciousness gets snuffed out completely and you assimilate my brain segment. I'll have to teach you the basics of your new powers by then.' John explained.

'Well then, teach me along the way. I have to find Sara.' Micheal replied, giving a silent thank you to the man who gave himself up for the girl they both loved. He searched his nearly entirely blood soaked body, looking for his gun, but someone had taken it. Cursing, he ran down the hallway to the doors. He was sure that Sara and he had passed a pawn shop near the school. He should get new clothes and maybe find a new gun. He quietly pushed one of the huge double doors open, when a telephone ringing startled him. He turned around, looking for the source of that sound and saw a row of telephones. One of them was ringing, and also displaying the time of night. It was nearly four in the morning. The sun was going to rise in three hours. He cautiously picked up the phone, slowly putting it to his ear.

"Hello?" He said.

"I was wondering when you'd wake up..." Came a British voice from the other end of the line. "...I've been watching you and that blonde girl with the glasses. You two make a pretty good team. Listen, I can help you escape the city if you help me...and I also know where your little girlfriend is..." The voice continued. Micheal jumped at the chance to find Sara.

"I'll do it..." He interrupted. The voice chuckled quietly.

"My daughter, she's there. She's currently at Racoon Junior High. Find her and help her, and I can help you escape. Her name is Angela. Angela Ashford." The voice told him. "But please, change your clothes or they'll think you're a zombie." The voice chuckled.

"You're watching me? How? And who's 'they?' " Micheal asked.

"There's no time. You have to go." The voice replied.

"Right..." Micheal replied, hanging up the phone. He looked around and spotted the pawn shop that he and Sara passed by. He broke out into a sprint in the direction of the shop. It only took him a few seconds to reach it and quietly break the lock.

He opened the door, cautiously sneaking into the room. The room was clear, and in the counter were various knives, and one Taurus 9, which was a Beretta knockoff, with some extra clips beside it. He quickly peeled the blood soaked clothes off of him, grabbed a new black shirt and a pair of black pants and put them on. He walked up to the counter, and contemplated. On the counter was a roll of duct tape, so he found an idea. He grabbed it and pulled a long strip. He placed it on a patch of glass from the counter, and continued to place strips of tape on the glass. When he was done, he slammed his elbow into the patch of tape, breaking the glass. He knew from earlier experience that the tape could muffle the sound of the glass breaking, since he WAS a delinquent. These things were just better to know. He pulled the tape off, reaching in to grab a few knives and the Taurus. Surprisingly the gun was already loaded. He pulled the slider back, cocking the gun. He grabbed the extra clips, stuffing them into his pockets. He slipped the three knives he took from the counter into various hidden spots on his body, in case of an emergency.

When he was done, he ran back outside to the street, finding his way blocked by about five zombie hookers. He raised his gun, but John's voice from inside sailed through his ears.

"Just fight them. You're strong and fast enough now. Just blast through them." He said. He followed John's directions, sprinting forward into the group of dead women. The one closest to Micheal snarled at the boy, but was stopped when he slammed a fist into her neck, the impact breaking her upper spine. He swept the floor with his leg, tripping two of the women. He got up afterwards, stomping on top of the first one's head. The second one grabbed his ankle, but Micheal jerked his leg away powerfully, then slammed his heel into her neck. The last two were quickly taken care of with quick snaps of their necks. Marveled by his newfound strength, he stood in the middle of the street, looking at the dead zombies. He finally remembered what he was trying to do, and began to run towards the school once more.

"Hold on Sara...I'll be there..." He said quietly.

---Outside Raccoon City Junior High---

"So this is the school that guy on the phone was talking about?" Carlos asked Sara. She nodded, walking up the steps. She pushed on the doors, opening them. Suddenly translucent memories flooded her eyes. The green monster stalking through the halls, looking for a new meal, which could have been the little girl Angela. She heard a scream from upstairs, which alerted the other two. "What the hell was that?" Carlos asked. Sara shushed him, indicating that they should split up. They both nodded.

"I'll take this floor. Carlos, take the second floor, and Nicholai, take the basement. Keep your eyes open. Last time me and my friend were here there was a huge lizard-like monster. There could be more of them." She warned. They nodded, and the three of them went their seperate ways. She traversed the hallways, both Berettas in hand. Her first destination was the room she and Micheal left Angela in before they got locked out and chased away. She quietly walked down the hall, gripping her guns cautiously. She looked to the floor and saw scratch marks, which were possibly made by the monster that chased Micheal. She reached the door of the classroom that Sara had left the girl in. It was still closed. She might have a chance to save the young girl. She turned the knob, slowly opening the door. "Angela?" She whispered into the room. No response. Suddenly she heard a groan coming from across the hall, which startled her. She entered the room, closing the door with a clicking noise that carried across the hall. She slowly backed away from the door, when she felt something hit her back. She yelped and spun around, knocking down a few desks as well. Behind her was Angela, the young girl from before, putting a finger to her lips to shush her.

"You're back..." Angela said, her voice having a deep British accent just like Sara's. Sara caught her breath and calmed her heart which was beating like a drum. She nodded, kneeling down to come face to face with the small girl.

"Yup. And guess what...I talked to your daddy, he's going to help us get out of the city. Okay, we'll be fine..." After she said that, something began to frantically turn the doorknob. Scared, Angela grabbed Sara's hand and pulled her towards the closet, where she had hid for almost an hour. They ran in, closing the door quietly, enough room for them not to be caught but still be able to see. They watched as a large, burly man they both didn't recognize burst into the room, screaming. Sara put a hand to both Angela's mouth and hers to keep quiet. Right behind him were about sixteen zombie children. They caught up to the man, tripping him and two of them began to gnaw on his legs. He screamed loudly, but was silenced when another one of the kids bit him in the neck and tore a chunk of his flesh off of his body. The other children piled on, biting at whatever they could reach, the wet crunching noise muffled by the door thankfully. After finding that there wasn't much left of the man, six of the kids dragged the body out of the room, while surprisingly enough, the rest stayed inside the room lying on the floor. Those things were playing dead. They had absolutely no way out. Soon enough, another person walked into the room, not noticing the zombies lying on the floor.

"Angela? Angela, it'll be okay, we're here to help you now." The woman in the lime green power suit holding a digital camera whispered. She approached a zombie that looked strikingly like Angela, who from their perspective, was eaching a chunk of flesh torn off from the man. Unfortunately the business woman couldn't see, mistaking the girl's pose as a pose of fear. The zombie girl turned her head, snarling and startling the woman which made her camera drop. The resounding noise alerted the other nine zombie children, and they all got up, moaning and groaning. The woman screamed as the one girl that scared her bit her in the calf, making her fall to the floor as the other kids began to pile onto her. Soon her screams stopped, and the rest of the children dragged her out of the room, leaving a bloody trail from where she fell to out the door. Once they knew the coast was clear, Sara and Angela emerged from the closet, but pressed back into the shadows when they heard a second voice.

"Terri!" The voice whispered. They watched as a dark haired woman in a sky blue tube top and a denim mini-skirt entered the room, gun drawn. She noticed the trail of blood leading out of the room, and the camera lying on the floor. She picked it up, watching the scene of the woman's death play. This was Sara's chance to get some help.

"We saw it..." She said quietly, alerting the woman. She spun around, her index finger on the trigger. "...we saw her get killed. You won't find her." Suddenly Sara recognized that woman. She was Officer Jill Valentine, one of those crazy "Ex STARS" members. "You're Jill Valentine, aren't you?" She asked.

"How did you know?" She asked.

"I recognized you from the newspaper." Sara replied.

"Well, yeah. Listen, I'm looking for a young girl, her name is Angela Ashford. Have you seen her?" Jill asked. They emerged from the shadows, revealing themselves.

"She's right here." Sara said with a smile. She must have been the other party Mr. Ashford was talking about. At least it wouldn't be just them four. They heard a sound coming from the basement, like a banging noise. It was very faint, but it was still audible to their ears.

"Come on, we should get out of here, we can get out very quickly through the back." Jill said, leading the way.

---Near the school---

"What in the hell?" Micheal exclaimed as he stood before an overturned bus. "What the hell happened. A few minutes ago this wasn't even here..." He said to himself. It was blocking the path directly to the school. He looked to the left, and that street was blocked off by the barricade they jumped over before, while the next intersection to the right was blocked by a barricade. The only seemingly safe way past the bus was through the P.D. "Shit...that'll take too long, but I have to get to Sara..." He said to himself. He jogged up to the front doors quietly, slipping in. Inside, it was a lot different than outside. The lights were still on, and there was almost minimal sign of struggle. The only evidence of any type of zombie invasion were various body parts and dead bodies on the floor. Most of them had bullets in their heads, including the police officers with bites on them.

Micheal remembered this place all too well. He even had to sit in jail for a few days, and after a few hours of blacking out, even the prisoners knew to leave him alone. There was a door to the alleyway which emerged on the other side of the bus near the part of the building where criminals get booked into jail. That was across the building. Cursing, he began the trek into the Police Department.

---End Chapter 8!---

To be honest, here's a question to anyone who actually reads this anymore...who thought Micheal was going to be the one who gets control of the body? In all honesty, I was thinking that it SHOULD have been Malice who won, but in the end it wouldn't have been fair.