Resident Evil 0-2

Rebecca felt a rush of cool air under her as she ran. Her feet moved as quickly as they could; though she was pretty sure she was developing blisters. The balls of her feet ached numbly, and her legs longed for a sitting position.

Her body pushed itself forward, and then she decided to veer left. The hot light left her soon, and she found herself feeling about ten pounds lighter now that the spotlight wasn't following her. She clutched the magnum Barry had given her in overly sweaty palms. She exhaled, and found herself tired from running.

Rebecca watched through drooped eyes as Claire supported Jill and they ran, the light merely swinging on and off them. They were running extremely fast, especially Jill with her disabled arm. Chris had run forward with them apparently, but stopped soon after to fire. Barry had verged to the right, and it looked to the young medic that he was finding the perfect angle with Jill's former grenade launcher. Rebecca felt herself raise the Magnum and begin to fire, each round recoiling against her tired muscles.

Her and Chris' fire was obviously doing nothing but bouncing off the metal, giving off heated sparks that dissipated before they reached the ground. Chris' Magnum kept firing, while Rebecca began to change her angle. "Come ON, Barry. These peashooters aren't going to anything unless we puncture the safety glass or light the gas tank."

She made sure to run forward as to get an angle on the front of the large flying machine. It had sighted Chris, who was now running as fast as he could in circles. Barry still struggled with the launcher. "That's unlike him. He must be really worried if he's choking" Rebecca thought, driving fear into her heart. She began to fire the Magnum at a rapid rate, watching the some of the bullets drive through solid metal and others ricocheting off. Chris was getting tired, as his pace was beginning to slow. The light was now falling on his body, and the light emitted from the chain gun on the chopper's side was directed at him.

Bravely, she ran toward Chris firing all the while. The bullets did the same, but at least she could give Chris a break. She stepped into the spotlight, but made sure to stay out of the way of the chain gun.

"Becky!" Chris gaped in confusion. He was panting, and his dirty face was lined with sweat.

"Run! I'll take care of it for awhile. Tell Barry to hurry his ass up!" Rebecca screamed over the inaudible conditions. She imagined her ears bleeding profusely from the intolerable sound, but the decibel count hadn't risen quite that high. Or had it?

Chris Redfield nodded and ran under the helicopter, all the while firing under it. Simultaneously, it had begun to shoot at Rebecca, kicking dust into the air. She ran under it also, and began to fire at its underside. Sparks rose and then disappeared, much to Rebecca's utter surprise. The helicopter nodded its head down, and continued to fire massive amounts of ammo haphazardly at her. She fired, but her shots, like the helicopter's, missed totally.

The two performed an ironic sort of dance. Rebecca would head under the helicopter firing and usually missing, while the copter would back up or aim down at her, ending up unsuccessful. "Damn it, where are you guys?" She let out a small scream as someone grabbed her gun arm.

Chris grabbed her arm and darted towards another tiny portable. Barry was nowhere in sight. The sound of fire echoed from behind them. The young woman's legs were pounding as fast as they could, but they were tired. They reached the portable and ran inside.

Rebecca saw that the place looked like a classroom, with two plain tables placed next to each other and several chairs around them. The carpeting was red and blue intertwined, giving it a purplish hue. Chris still grabbed her arm, obviously forgetting he was still holding on. They walked over to a wall, which Chris pushed aside to show Barry, and an identical classroom. The man was sitting at the table, launcher in hand. It looked as if he was shaking something out of it. "Gun is jammed", Barry said, answering Rebecca's inward question.

"It won't come down!" she exclaimed, surprising herself.

"It will, down worry. It's gonna take more than a couple Magnum shots to take that sucker down. But on a lighter note, your aim has gotten a lot better, Becky." Chris smiled, his white teeth shining past his dirt caked, sweat stained face. Rebecca felt extremely happy that "Marksman Chris Redfield" said her aim was getting better. She was drawn out of her bliss by a loud swear word from Barry. Her face fell when she assumed the worst. The launcher was unfixable. "Wonder why the chopper isn't comin' after us. It did when you and Claire were locked in the conference room." Chris mused to break the sad silence. Rebecca wondered the same exact thing. She also wondered how Jill and Claire were faring. Her thoughts again wandered to Jill's shoulder, and how long the cloths would hold against the torrents of blood.

"Got it!" Barry yelled triumphantly. He reloaded some flame rounds into the launcher, discarding the older grenade rounds. Rebecca reloaded her magnum, and froze when she heard the first door they came through open.

Chris rushed to the side of the sliding wall, and Rebecca moved out of the way next to Barry. The wall came sliding over, and a pale man with an olive colored pull over rushed in. He gave a yelp in pain as Chris fired a shot from his magnum into the man's leg. Blood rushed from the exit wound and the man dropped his machine gun. Chris kicked the man down, and ran past the first wall, and into the out side, Rebecca and Barry on his heels.

The helicopter hovered steadily in front of the building, and Chris had gone into a dodge roll. Behind him, Rebecca tried to fall back in surprise, but failed. Her ankle twisted and she fell over the small metal step she was standing on. The chain gun had begun to whirl when Barry rushed out and launched a grenade. It hit its target, the flames moving slowly before going out. The pilot backed up, now aware of the large man's weapon. Barry fired another round, which reached it's apex of flight just short of the machine. Rebecca tended to her ankle, while attempting to fire at the chopper. Chris had run off and now was firing.

From all around her, she heard automatic fire. Shadows began to move and noise emitted from the darkness. Starry skies went strangely dark around her, and she lent into the dusty ground. Her ankle shot pure pain up her leg. It had only been twisted; but the longer she waited, the harder it would be to walk on it.

Rebecca said a silent prayer for Barry and Chris, as she could no longer see them. She raised her magnum at one of the moving shadows, and fired. It collapsed. Sparks began to rise around the metal steps next to her. Screaming metal combined with the now soft sound of the slightly charred helicopter rang in her ears. Someone was firing at her, apparently from her left. She turned and fired at something moving slightly in the desert darkness. She missed, but the fire had stopped momentarily. She fired three more times, and the target went down. She heard an explosion also to her left, but she ignored it. A moving image to her right, which after squinting appeared to be Chris, stopped to fire. She aided him by firing blindly toward a nameless shadow.

Once she completely and utterly sure the coast was clear, she ducked out from behind the metal steps. She hobbled around the building, looking for Chris or Barry. Soon, she found Chris and limped up to him. Her ankle was in extreme pain, but it eased as she walked on it.

"You okay?" Chris asked breathlessly.

Rebecca gave a sharp nod and then exhaled. "Where's Barry?"

Chris started off running and Rebecca followed. Her legs felt like Jell-O as she ran. They followed the sounds of the helicopter, around some portables and towards another of the many Administration buildings. This one was much larger, but had the same yellow-green dome and windows. This new building had ledges carved out of stone, however.

They finally found the helicopter a few yards away from Rebecca and Jill's former building. Barry was fending off the flying machine, and as they got closer, Rebecca realized he was extremely tired. They ran closer, magnums drawn. They fired at the safety glass that covered the front, and were soon shattered with large pieces of it.

Rebecca found herself running to Chris' left, almost against her own will. She felt somewhat safe with Chris, as she had wandered around the mansion with him. They fired at the same time, and then Chris jumped in front of Barry. Barry looked thankful at the both of them, and then took a spot to Rebecca's left. They both continued firing and then Barry joined in with several Fire rounds. Soon the helicopter was on fire, and it couldn't seem to shake the vivid flames. Rebecca felt a break in the chilly air as the flames radiated some heat in her direction.

Soon enough, the flames erupted into a brewing fire. It engulfed the front of the safety glass. The copter began to lower slightly, before an explosion shook the ground. Rebecca was knocked off her feet, while Barry was thrown forward. White-hot flames passed in front of her, causing her to wince and scramble backwards. Chris was lost on the other side.

Rebecca stood soon after, looking at the charred rubble. She ran over to it, and with gloved hands, began to pick it up and throw it.

"Chris!" she yelled. She waited in turn for a response, praying hopefully for anything. "Barry where is he?" she shouted at the older man behind her. He looked around before standing up. After a bit of waiting a pained voice shouted "Over here!". Rebecca looked in the direction and found Chris clutching his leg and wincing. The medic rushed over to him, asking him in hurried words what happened to him. "Serrated metal cut me when the thing blew" he said in the middle of a gasp in pain.

She looked down at his bloodstained leg and tried hard not gasp at the jagged cut that ran down his leg like lightning. Blood oozed out quickly, and she knew it would need stitches. "I can't sew you up, I'm afraid. Nothing here to do it with. The best I can do is give you some morphine and try to stop to bleeding. I can probably patch you up once we get home, though." Rebecca finished in a professional voice. Chris nodded sadly. Rebecca fished in her Med-Kit three large rubber tourniquets which she tied two to his leg on either side of the wound, and one on his arm. "This will only take a second" Rebecca reminded him gently. She placed a cloth gently on top of the wound, to which Chris exhaled heavily. She tied it on, and administered the morphine. She helped him up, much like she had done Jill. He offered her a warm "Thanks" and a quick hug.

To their left was a sudden, fiery explosion. She was afraid again as she reloaded her magnum faster than she had ever done before. Barry stood tall, several dead men on the ground, on fire. "This way" he said in a cold voice.

The three ran noiselessly through the soft dirt of the desert. Rebecca was scared, and she wanted nothing more than for this to end before they lost someone. "Chris and Jill had already close calls and so have I" Rebecca thought, remembering the fence and the X-ray Room. She hated being afraid. What was it that Wesker had said about fear? It gets you killed? "What does he know, he's crazy and a traitor that almost killed me." She couldn't repress a giggle.

Soon after, they reached a tiny, unofficial looking building. It had no signs on it, and it was painted tan to match the dirt. It had a flat red roof, however it wasn't a portable. Rebecca figured it was about the size of an empty kitchenette.

Barry surveyed and ran inside while Chris held the door open. When Rebecca went in, it had become suddenly very full. She ran smack into Claire's shoulder. Barry's arm rested on her knee, while Chris put his hand on Claire's shoulder that was currently in Rebecca's face. "A bit small in here" Barry mused thoughtfully before giving an awkward nod to Jill. Jill, who was pressed up against Claire and what looked to be a large metal bar, turned around and slid the bar toward the wall. "Oh, it's a lift!" Rebecca thought, almost slapping her forehead. They all crammed into the metal lift, and Rebecca felt as if they were all going on some strange theme park ride. Jill suddenly spoke " What level?" Everyone talked in murmurs, before Barry said "Let's just go to the last one". The ex-thief slid the lab card she had received from Barry shortly before their exchange with the helicopter. Suddenly, the lift began to move downward at a slow pace. The steady humming of the lift began to make Rebecca feel sleepy. Her eyelids drooped and she wondered how long it had been since she had slept soundly. She was developing a stress headache that she couldn't shake. She was becoming steadily hungry, and the dry desert air was killing out her throat. "Oh well, at least this is the last stop" she thought happily. Barry began to speak slowly, which registered in Rebecca's brain. "Everyone be ready for an ambush. I think Umbrella knows we're here."

Rebecca shook off her ultimate tiredness and raised the magnum as the lift settled at what she assumed to be Lab Level 3. Jill cautiously opened the lift door, and found nothing. "Nothing" Rebecca mused. "I can't believe no guards are down here." She glanced at Jill's shoulder, now splattered with blood under her shirt. She had walked out first, followed by Rebecca, Claire, Barry, and Chris. Claire noticed Chris' sad limping and whispered harshly "What happened to your leg?" Chris shrugged and said "Run-in with the helicopter. Becca says I'm gonna be fine. She fixed me up." Claire smiled at Rebecca and then shot a reprimanding look at her brother. Rebecca laughed the sibling's antics, then turned to observe where she was.

It looked like a giant warehouse. It was odd, unlike all the other Umbrella Laboratories she had "visited" Instead of the normal bright white flooring, there was tan tiling that lined the room. Stacks of shelves and several forklifts lined the area. Green and Red Barrels of unknown substances littered the floor, all bearing the Biohazard sign. The forklifts were currently not being manned by anyone, man or beast. A giant skylight lined the giant underground room, but there was no light coming from it. "Weird, these labs are weird looking." Rebecca thought.

"Think there's been a spill?" Jill asked with a worried glance at one of the barrels.

"Not really" Chris said scratching his head. "I think they knew we were coming."

Barry nodded in agreement. "Maybe we should look around"

Rebecca wandered around, her shoes making strange sounds on the light brown tile. She came upon a wide area, which was lined with shelves and crates that divided it in half. The walls sloped in making doorways, which Rebecca approached with her gun raised. She arrived at the first door, which was identical to the door in front of the lift. It had a long metal bar from one side to the other, with two circular windows. She put her hand on the bar that was freezing cold. She pulled hard, and the door surrendered a solemn click. Locked. She peered in the window, and saw nothing but darkness.

The next few doors Rebecca found were the same thing, dark and locked. When she reached then end of the make shift hallway, she heard firing coming from near the lift. She turned and raised her gun, listening hard. The gunfire was echoing off the warehouse-esque walls. She ran down the hallway and ducked down behind some barrels.

What looked to be twenty or more men in olive pullovers and Umbrella logos were firing their automatic weapons. The bullets bounced everywhere, and Rebecca couldn't find her teammates.

From behind the barrels, she fired several times, taking most of the men by surprise. Four had fallen before she was spotted. She crawled away when bullets began to knock into some of the barrels behind her. She found another cover spot and was able to knock two more men out with ease. "This aiming stuff is easy!" Rebecca thought confidently. The wooden crate holders in front of her splintered under the automatic fire that drew her out of her thoughts. The crates fell over her, and she was barely able to gasp by the time she was knocked over.

"Oof!" she let out pushing crates off her. She heard groans and fire from all around her, realizing she had bought time for her hidden partners. She shoved the crates off of her while trying to keep her gun arm steady, which was not such an easy task. When she had made her way out of the crates, she was dizzy, as her equilibrium had been quite thrown off. She rose to her feet kept alert as she wandered around the dead bodies of the blood-covered guards.

"Coast is clear!" Barry yelled from behind the boxes he was hiding behind. Chris limped slightly over to some of the soldiers and grabbed one of their AK's. He reloaded it and grinned like a little boy in a candy store. Claire looked a bit frazzled when she revealed herself from behind a forklift. Jill was nowhere to be found.

"Where's Jill?" Rebecca called to the others. They shrugged and began to call her name. Rebecca glanced at Chris, who looked deathly worried.

Rebecca made her way back the place she had been before the conflict near the lift. Some of the crate holders and shelves were now on the ground, and on closer inspection, Rebecca heard a feminine groan.

"Jill!" Rebecca said, digging viciously through the wood. Her hands attracted splinters like mad, and the wood hurt the ends of her fingers. "Oh great, more pain. That's the last thing I need." Finally she found Jill under the heap, blood on the floor. "Jill…your arm.." Rebecca muttered. The blood had obviously soaked through her shirt. It had ripped from the sharp wood, and blood now dripped steadily. "I found her!" Rebecca yelled.

Seconds went by before the other team members showed up. Claire clasped her hand around her mouth. "Is she okay?"

Rebecca nodded. "I think I know what I can do.

Barry and Chris sighed. "Get a lock pick from her pocket and we'll go while you patch her up." Rebecca fished one of Jill's lock picks from her pocket and handed it to Barry. "Good luck" Rebecca wished. She watched as the three remaining members of her team ran down towards the lift.

Rebecca began by feeling Jill's pulse. It was a steady count, and the medic felt much better. Jill probably had fainted from the pain. Her shoulder was bathed in a red glow, and slightly below the tendon was a small hole. She felt for an exit wound and grimaced when she found it. This was her favorite part of going on missions. When someone depended on her. The medical cloth she had placed on once before was now soaked to the brim with blood. She remembered seeing a drinking fountain when she first came in. She ran over to it, and ran a rag she had brought previously under it. The water was icy, which was nice in case Jill had a fever.

She re-clothed the wound and exit wound, and tied a few tourniquets on. She was able to administer the morphine again, and she took the cool water soaked rag on put it on Jill's head. It hung over her brow, and Rebecca used the beret Jill had given her to keep it in place. Jill started to come around a few minutes later.

"So, you're awake" Rebecca said, grinning. Jill bolted up and then let out a small scream from the pain in her arm. "Don't worry, you're gonna be fine. We're waiting for Barry and Chris and Claire to find the system."

"I was only gonna sleep for a little while. The boxes fell on me when I tried to get on top of one. It sort of aggravated the pain in my shoulder. I feel so tired." Jill said with a groan. Rebecca mouthed "Join the club".

"Oh, you got your beret back!" Rebecca said. Jill smiled lightly, before nodding off. "Ohh, Wait a minute Jill." Rebecca said. She wanted the company, but there were a few things she needed to do.

She fished in her Med-Kit for a flashlight until she found it. She raised the older woman's head and lifted her eyes open and shoved the flashlight in them. "Jill, answer these questions truthfully. It's gonna be a lot easier if you do." Jill nodded and yawned. "Did you hit your head in any way?"

Jill shook her head. "Do you know your name?" Jill nodded. "Jill Valentine". "Where does it hurt?" The brown haired woman grimaced at the stupid question. "My shoulder" Rebecca nodded happily. "Lastly, has the pain relieved a little since the morphine was administered?" Jill nodded. Rebecca felt overjoyed. Jill would be fine most likely.

Suddenly, a blaring alarm went off and the two were bathed in red light. "Hello. The self-destruct sequence has been activated. Please exit the premises immediately. T minus one minute." Rebecca felt her heart skip a beat. "Jill wake up" Rebecca commanded. She grabbed Jill's arm and lifted her slightly. Rebecca knew they had found it. Mission Complete. Hurriedly, she tried to lift Jill again. "T minus forty five seconds." The ex-thief worked a bit more at standing this time, but the several doses of morphine she had received probably was making her dizzy.

Chris reached them first, his limp almost gone. "Is she okay?" Rebecca nodded

"I don't think she can walk." She said plainly. Chris lifted her and put her legs on his arms. "T minus thirty seconds". He began to carry her piggyback. Rebecca sighed and gathered her Med-Kit, as Barry and Claire passed her.

The trip up the lift was wonderful, Rebecca felt like they were already free. "T minus twenty five seconds". It gave off the same hum as they traveled up. When they got off the lift, Chris and Jill got off first, followed closely by Claire and Barry. "T minus twenty seconds". Rebecca was slightly farther behind. She ran after them, legs aching. She felt like she had run three marathons steadily. She screamed as an unknown figure grabbed her arm, knocking her magnum away. Her held something to her throat. A stainless steel letter opener lay pointed at the clef of her neck. Barry had heard her muffled scream and turned to face her attacker. "Put her down" Barry commanded pointing the launcher at the man. The man chuckled rudely. "You fire that and we both die" he said with a snarl. Rebecca recognized the voice. None other than James Carrie, the pale faced, white haired executive had been waiting for them. "T minus fifteen seconds". "Barry, go! I'll be okay!" Rebecca said, pushing back tears.

Carrie held Rebecca has they wandered onto the lift. "Rebecca!" Barry screamed as he watched the lift lower. She knew that would be the last time she saw him.

Her captor tightened the grip around her neck as they got off at an unknown floor. It looked much smaller, but Rebecca couldn't see much as the white collar tightened his grip more. She stuck her hand into her Med-Kit when he wasn't looking, and grabbed a syringe. She noted they were in a lounge of some kind. "T minus ten seconds."

"You caused us to lose much valuable work, you bitch" he screamed at her. 'I won't let you live for this!" She took advantage of the moment and jabbed the syringe into his arm. He screamed and dropped the letter opener. She picked it up and as he rushed at her, and she felt the point drive into his skin, past his rib cage. He fell on top of her, blood pouring onto her shirt and skin. "Looks like this is it. I'm gonna die here because I didn't tie up a hostage well enough." She began to cry.

"T minus 3, 2, 1." The voice stopped, and then she heard an explosion. It came from below her at first, then rose. She felt a rumble under her as the floor started to break. She ran toward the lift after pushing Carrie's lifeless body off her. She left a trail of blood, and when she reached the lift, the ceiling came down. She screamed as she felt everything melt around her grasp. The floor, the walls, the ceiling, the lift, all became one. Immeasurable heat leaked into the room. Soon everything went into total blackness. Rebecca felt utterly numb. She was alive? Things went black as the rumbling stopped.

Looong A/N

Hi everyone, this chapter was a little later than I wanted. I'm recovering from appendicitis so I'm a little blah lately. Oh well. For all those who are wondering, Billy is going to show up in the next chapter (yay!). I just wanted to establish sort of a background. With cliffhangers. I don't know who started this, but I decided to do Reviewer Shot outs because I just heart all of you. SO thank you whoever made it up

Spider-bear – Thanks, I like the action! And I'm scared of the sauce..

Idiotbx3 – /ramble Yeah, if you just started playing, you might find some spoilers, so sorry bout that. It's just hard to have two people who encountered the same thing and not have them talk about it. /end ramble

goth w/morals – Yeah, I love the action. I knew Rebecca and Jill would probably make a good team! Glad someone noticed. Billy IS coming, I swear!

Mina Aino1 – Thanks Thanks Thanks Thanks! You're too kind. Yep, this is part Romance too, so of course emotions are gonna fly.

isflamma – I haven't played RE0 in forever so, yeah the train sequence was kinda hard. Leon and Carlos, well, I left them out to make it more realistic. I dunno why.

Hello Captain – Thanks, Cocoa = good. The flashbacks were major fun, I enjoyed writing them.

Thanks for reading. Read and Review as always!