A/N: Sorry for the late update, guys. I've been having a rough week. Here's the next chapter. I still need a proof reader and I would appreciate it if you reviewed on each chapter instead of just dropping one review for the whole story. :P

Enjoy, guys.

Resident Evil: Betrayed

Chapter 3

Dr. Scott Stoller watched as his last shotgun shell blasted into the side of a zombie, painting what was left of a taxi red with blood. He dropped the shotgun to the floor knowing he would regret the decision later. Scott unsung his M4 and leaned against the taxi taking a break. He needed time to reflect on what happened to him mentally after leaving the hospital. Leaving he felt great, with a great big smile on his face. Stoller was still laughing and smiling about Jason when he left, but soon after encountering a group of zombies, the smile quickly disappeared.

You just need some help, that's all. He told himself and even in his mind it sounded like he was trying to convince himself. No, you're conscious kicked in. Jason, even though he is…was a racist…he didn't deserve that death. He didn't deserve death from anything in this city…no one did.

Well maybe the higher ups at Umbrella.

The doctor laughed, half-heartily and stood up straight and started down the street again. He had to get to end of Bybee, past Emmy's. He was heading to Kendo's and then to the Police Station. Stoller turned down a street and heard the flesh eaters in front of him and soon he could see and smell them. He physically gagged, swallowing his own throw up. There's too many…I need to find another way…GO! Stoller mentally smacked himself out of his daze and broke out into a run, down the street.

Running down the street, Stoller slung his M4 over his shoulder. He pulled his MR Desert Eagle out and stopped running, finally out of breath. Dr. Stoller checked the ammo in his Desert Eagle and reloaded upon seeing he only have one bullet in the chamber. He had a sudden flashback back to the elevator in lab and using up his Desert Eagle bullets.

Catching his breath, he looked around the area and sighed in frustration when he realized he stopped running when he reached the hospital. Stoller stepped over a dead zombie he had shot moments ago and sat on the stairs of the hospital, taking in a shaky breath. I shouldn't have ever quit smoking… Stoller thought to himself while working his way into a recumbent state.

The doctor looked at the dead zombie he stepped over as he holstered his Desert Eagle. Poor bastard…probably never thought he would end up as a zombie. Scott looked up from the bullet ridden body and looked at what was once Raccoon City. It was getting dark, but it wasn't hard to see the smashed cars and dozens of dead bodies. It wasn't hard to see the blood smeared almost everywhere and it sure as hell wasn't hard to smell the poor flesh easting bastards.

C'mon, stop! Be strong. The doctor thought. Move! He said tried to tell himself, but his body didn't respond. I'm tired…and I know what I did to Jason was wrong. I shouldn't have taken my frustration about Umbrella out on him…at least night like that… And as if he broke free of chains, he stood up and unslung his M4. He was ready to go.

Dr. Scott Stoller had just passed a fiery wreckage on Bybee Street, pass Emmy's diner. He looked at the fiery cop car and hoped that the other cops haven't met their ends yet. Around the area there was several dead zombies on the pavement. The doctor's first thought was that they were killed by the crash, but he soon saw more zombies several feet clear of the wreckage. Upon an even closer look he saw bullets in the dead zombies.

Maybe they did survive. Stoller thought as he made his way down the eerie quiet Bybee Street. Too quiet.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhh…"

Spoke too soon… The doctor raised the M4 and fired three shots at the mindless monster in front of him. The zombie dropped dead for the second time in it's life. Scott walked around it and started to walk down the street. The walk soon turned into a jog.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhnnnn…"

He shot another zombie in the chest, knocking it down. Nearing the end of the street, the doctor shot another zombie from afar, hitting it with a perfect headshot. Looking around the street, Scott thought it looked like a sea of dead zombies and that bothered him. Had I come to late? Did the survivor already leave? The doctor's eyes widen as he heard gunshots off in the distance. Those are coming from the direction of Kendo's!

Dr. Scott Stoller broke out into a sprint.

Joseph Ritter fired his shotgun several times at the zombies eating what was once the owner of Kendo's. Finally after a couple lucky shots, the monsters all dropped dead. Joe wasn't sure what they were, but being a 17 year old, his first guess was zombies. That can't be right, though… Joe reloaded his shotgun, rather slowly. It was his dad's gun, but he wouldn't be needing it anymore. He was a RPD officer and by the looks of the RPD courtyard, the virus reached the RPD building.

Joseph dropped the shotgun on the store counter and looked around the store. He had his selection of any gun he wanted, but first he should stock up on shotgun ammo. Joe looked around the shelves until he finally laid eyes on five boxes of shotgun shells.

"Jackpot!" He yelled grabbing the five boxes and laid them beside his shotgun. Joe opened each box and empty each into his jacket pockets. He ran a hand through his dark brown hair and wiped his hands on his white shirt under his jacket and stuffed his hands into his pockets pulling out a cigarette. Joseph knew it was a nasty habit and an illegal one, but since there was no cops anymore, there was no law in Raccoon City.

He smiled, trying to cheer himself up, but the only thing he saw was his dad's face. Joseph Ritter sighed and placed the cigarette in his mouth and lighted it with the lighter his girlfriend gave him for his birthday, only a month ago, but it felt like it was another life ago. Joe was just glad that his girlfriend left town weeks before the outbreak. He had left town with her, but halfway through the trip he had come back to town because his parents had gotten sick. By the time Joe had reached town everyone was one of those…

Just say it…they're zombies.

Inhaling his cigarette he blew the smoke out after letting it linger in his lungs for a few seconds. Joe dropped the cigarette on the floor and crushed it with his once white sneakers. Joseph heard running outside and grabbed his shotgun and aimed it at the door.

Shit the zombies broke through the motherfucking door or window!

He tightened his grip around the shotgun and braced himself. Little did Joseph Ritter know, he was about to meet the person who would change his entire life.