(A/N: Okay, not my best chapter, but I was a bit hard-pressed into finishing this up. I've got about three or four other stories to write.)

rain1657: Sorry about it taking too long. Schoolwork has been killer on me, because I have a report on Carl Jung to write, and newspaper articles to do. My time to write is pretty small.

Jesse Burnside: Got it. I'll give you tips whenever I can.

thewarriorzemos: Thanks, considering the fact I know almost nothing about these characters. I've only played RE0 and Code Veronica, so I don't know about their personalities.

The Cry of Death: Heh. Don't worry. They won't.

Nocturnal007: Sorry it took so long.

Sour Schuyler: Heh. I'll reveal it later. :P


Chapter 5: Nemesis Strikes

The S.T.A.R.S. team was silent for a minute, thinking about what she just said. The first one to speak up was Chris, asking a question that must have been on everyone's minds. "Then why did this thing attack you if it's after us?"

Danielle shook her head. "I don't know. Maybe Umbrella is trying to silence everyone who knows about the T-Virus, no matter who they are. It'd explain why Nemesis would try to take me out." She glanced down the street towards the building they ran away from. Nemesis stepped out of the building, holding something large in its hand. "Uh… guys…"

"What?" Chris asked. She raised a shaky finger, pointing at the towering creature. They all looked at it, eyes narrowing.

Barry whispered something to his self, squinting to make out what Nemesis was holding. "That's a… rocket launcher!?!" Even as he said this, the monster raised the launcher, aiming at the group. It fired, and a rocket shot their way. The others had ducked down, but before Danielle could, the rocket struck a group of cars behind them. The blast from the explosion propelled her forward, slamming her into the side of a nearby car. The others were more fortunate, not being harmed by the explosion or pieces of debris.

Danielle heard a ringing in her ears, a sharp pain in her chest and side, and she couldn't move at all, as if she was pinned down. There were gunshots and muffled shouts, and she could barely make out a figure standing over her. She was going to ask who he was, but before she could, she felt a sharp prick in her arm, followed by a strange feeling where the prick was.

The voice of the man above her was difficult to make out, but she could understand the words he was speaking into some sort of radio. "It's done. Begin monitoring its progress. The results should be pleasing…" Danielle squinted a bit, trying to make out his face.

Blonde hair… black sunglasses… He seems so familiar, but where do I know him from?

A distant memory came to mind, but before she could remember who the man standing over her, darkness engulfed her vision, and she slipped out of consciousness.

Ugh… I am so sick of losing consciousness every five seconds, Danielle thought groggily as she opened her eyes. Everything was silent, which was a major surprise. No talking people, no moaning zombies… and no Nemesis.

From nearby came the familiar moan of one of the zombies. Her eyes widened in fear, and she quickly sat up, despite the throbbing pain in her head. With desperation, she looked around, hoping against hope that there was a weapon nearby. As if an answer to her prayers, she found a pistol in the hand of a dead cop. He had been eaten by the zombies, and held onto the pistol in a death grip. She finally pulled it out of his hand and raised it, unable to stand up due to a piece of debris on her legs.

From behind a nearby car staggered out a zombie. It was in the tattered remnants of a police officer's uniform, and was in the advanced stage of decay. Danielle aimed carefully before pulling the trigger, but only succeeded in hitting its shoulder. Unfazed by the bullet, it continued to stagger in her direction, moaning eagerly.

Aim for its head…

She fired again, and the creature went down in a spray of crimson. When it didn't move again, she slowly pushed the piece of debris off her legs and stood up. None of the S.T.A.R.S. members were in sight, but neither was the Nemesis.

With a heavy sigh, Danielle tried to remember the layout of the city. Jill had said something earlier about going to the police station. Maybe they were still going to go there?

"Please let them be here… I don't want to be alone anymore…" She wiped a tear from her eye. "No… Not anymore… I'm going to make it through this without crying…" Taking a deep breath, she started in the direction of the police station. As she walked along, she scratched at an itch on her arm.

Great… Must've got bit by a mosquito… At least it wasn't a zombie…

Ignoring the growing itch, she walked on, now alone once more in the city.

(A/N: Yeah, I know it's not so good, but it was really hard for me to write. Sorry.)