(Disclaimer: I've realized with every fanfiction I've read thus far, in the beginning, everyone writes "I do not own such and such. They belong to Such and Such." I do not own Resident Evil, but I do own the games D All of their stuff belongs for Capcom or whatnot. Not really sure if it's a little late to be writing that. Hope no one sues me for copyright because I ain't copywriting )

Chapter 33

A dusty storage.

When Carlos, Jill, and Rodney entered through the door, there was a silence that would make your ears ring. In the storage room was a broken down car and several other things. They ignored such and entered the room across from here and into a dark hallway. Across the way was a Monitoring Room. On the monitors, they didn't see much movement, but they didn't know of the locations of the cameras. This information was invalid for now.

Leaving here, they took the elevator to the basement. A rickety pair of stairs descended into the sewers, and through these doors, something opposite of expected. The room was cold and chilled. Instead of rusted walls, steel supported the room, and they wondered if this meant any significance. Two large body vials were set up at the level above them, but nothing seemed to be occupying it.

"These had something in them," Jill whispered. "Let's hope it's not lurking nearby."

"Father, someone has arrived via a helicopter," Alan shouted. "I tracked the locale of it's landing, and it's parked in your fighter jet hangar. Are any of Umbrella's personel that irresponsible?"

Alex looked to his son from his studies. "If we dispatch anyone from Umbrella to here or otherwise, we send Army airforces."

"I looked at it from the hangar surveillance. It appears to be a Rescue helicopter, as though sent by hospital."

Alex's eyes widened. "Did you see the name of the hospital?"

"Mission St. Joseph's of Asheville."

Alex turned his back on his son and towards the burning fire. "Thank you. You may leave now."

He heard his son walk out, and watched the roaring flames.

"I was expecting this day to come, but not so soon. Why are they here? I haven't even gotten around to telling Alfred yet.."

Very quietly, Amelia, Alice, and Hannah entered through the double doors of the Umbrella offices.

"We don't want to make such a big commotion. We're going to have to get rid of them without violence," Alice said, referring to the Umbrella personel of the building.

"But how?" Amelia whispered.

Hannah was observing a button on the wall marked "In case of contamination, press." Without hesitation, Alice mashed the button, and an alarm sounded. They fled from the building quickly and into the nearby elevator before it closed off. They heard people leaving the area, and after several moments of silence, they reentered the building.

Scattered papers lied in the floor after the panic, and they ascended upstairs to a nearby door. The door wouldn't budge after many tries, but Alice managed to force it open only after pulling the doorknob off.

"Oops," she merely said, and took the doorknob with her.

When Alice opened the door, she pulled Amelia to her side when she saw the muzzle of a pistol. It discharged, and hit Hannah in the arm when she was in the line of fire. Alice grabbed the assailant before he could fire again.

"Who are you?" she demanded. She had him by the jugular and he was trying to breathe.

"Jonathan Ashford. Let go of me, bitch," he said quietly.

She dropped him, and retrieved his gun before he could. "Alexandra Ashford's boy? You have a brother named Alan?"

He glared at her. "That's right. Now, why are you here?"

She smiled. "You're going to have to be nicer if you want answers. I can tell you more about yourself, as well."

His eyes were still narrow. "Like what?"

"We've come to discover that your father mentions two boys in his journal: one named Chris, the other Alfred."

He backed down. "My old man called me Chris, and Alan, Alfred. How do you know all of this?"

"He mentioned a girl named Claire as well." Alice pushed Amelia forward. Jon and Amelia stood within inches of each other. "She is your real sister."

They both blinked, and raised their hands at the same time, then drawing them back to their side. "Then he wasn't lying?" Jon asked.

"Afraid not," Alice said.

"But why couldn't he ever tell me?"

"Because he has a reputation to keep," Hannah said.

Alice, distracted from Hannah, didn't realize Jon had retrieved his gun from her. He aimed it at Hannah, but Amelia pushed the muzzle down. "What are you doing?!" she screamed.

"She's infected," Jon said. "Why are you walking around with her?! You could've been bitten! You're my sister, so have more since like you are!"

"Infected like me?" Amelia asked.

Hannah hit the ground on her knees, and knelled over. Jon raised his gun again, and Alice grabbed Amelia's away from her, aiming it at the brunette as well.

"Don't shoot her!" Amelia cried.

Alice looked to Jon. "You mean you've seen this before?"

"Sure, people become infected," he said, still aiming his gun at Hannah. "I know you become one of them if you're bitten."

Amelia knelled to Hannah's side, and rolled up her jacket sleeve, seeing a deep, raw gash where the zombie had bitten her. Amelia fell backwards when she heard Hannah growl.

"Hannah?" she whispered.

Hannah slowly raised her head, and behind her thick, brown locks, she could see her eyes going from a dark, honey brown, to a light, pallid blue-ish white. She gasped, and Hannah screamed and hissed at her. She jumped on top of Amelia and pinned her down.

Inches from biting into her neck, Jon fired a bullet into Hannah's forehead. She fell back onto the floor, motionless.