A/N: Alright, uh here's the next chapter, guys. I got myself a proof reader, Jill, and I dedicate this next chapter to her. And the next one, and the next one after that, and so on. Unless she suddenly doesn't want to proof read anymore, then that chapter isn't dedicated to her. Ah, going off on a tangent, won't keep you guys from reading the chapter.

Enjoy.

Resident Evil: Betrayed

Chapter 4

Dr. Scott Stoller reloaded his M4 and stopped outside the door to the Kendo Gun Shop. The window of the shop was shattered and where the broken glass should have been was three or four zombies on… Oh Jesus…it's the owner, Robert Kendo. The flesh eating monsters appeared to be dead. At least he went out with a bang…poor bastard…snap out of it Scott!

He mentally cursed himself for his burst of sympathy. This was a war. A war between him and a deadly virus and here he was feeling bad for some old fucker. It's all Jason's fault…the racist fucker.

Stoller stopped stalling and kicked the door open. A shotgun blast went off and shattered the window, the bullets missing him completely. A couple pieces of glass hit him, but none of them went fully into his flesh.

"Fucking idiot! Don't shoot," Stoller shouted. "Hold your fire!"

"Shit, dude! My bad!" A head popped up from behind the counter. It appeared to be a man with black spiky hair and brown eyes and he looked a lot younger than the doctor. "I thought you were one of those zombies."

"Yeah well-" Scott stopped himself from exploding on the person in front of him. That was the moment that he noticed that the "young man" he saw was actually as young as a high school student. He had to be at least 16 or 17 and here Stoller was about to curse out some kid who was just trying to survive. …With the worst aim I've ever seen. The doctor added mentally to himself. "Well…zombies can't open doors. Their brains are basically mush…"

"Oh." The boy said in realization.

At least he's not a racist. Scott Stoller kidded with himself.

"So what's your name?"

"Joe Ritter," The boy looked at the doctor. "And you?"

Scott Stoller considered telling the boy he was a doctor, but disagreed with the idea. "Scott Stoller."

"Nice to meet you." Joe said, probably trying to be polite.

Stoller nodded and wiped sweat away from his blonde hair and focused his icy blue eyes on Joe. "You're a really shitty shot."

Joseph Ritter laughed and flashbacks hit Stoller. Flashbacks of the last time he remembered someone laughing as genuinelyas that. He was about Joseph's age, a time before he knew Umbrella would soon recruit him and promise him all the bullshit that got him into this situation. It was a with the woman who become his first wife. Stoller remembered the day as being dark and cloudy, but in reality it was actually bright and sunny. She called him over and as he was running he tripped…no his shoes were a size too big. Yes, the shoe flew off and he went flying, like Superman. They sat there laughing for what seemed like the whole day.

"And I never really shot a gun…hey are you listening?" Joe asked, snapping Stoller out of his memory and wiping off the silly grin he was wearing.

"My apologizes, Joseph." Stoller replied.

"It's alright and please call me Joe," Joe said playing with the barrel of the shotgun. "Anyway, as I was saying. I never shot a gun before today, but I'm getting by, mostly because of burst of bullets this baby shoots."

"Well, maybe I'll teach you how to really shoot that thing, later on. God knows how much time we'll probably have to spend in this city."

"…Can't we just drive out of this city?" Joe asked.

"No, the city is barricaded and there's too many zombies," Stoller started. "If you haven't noticed, almost all of the city is in…are zombies."

Watch it, Scott. Can't say infected.

"Do you know how they got that way…I mean one day they just wake up and want to eat the shit out of people?"

"I don't know, Joe. It could be a bio weapon attack or a viral outbreak." Scott said feeding Joe some bullshit and some truth.

"Can't be a bio weapon attack because we would be infected as well…" Joe said, his words getting quieter at the end of the sentence.

Smart boy.

"You're right." Stoller said and then tried to get off the subject. "How did you manage to get in here?"

"Back door," Joe pointed to his right at the door next to the counters. "When I came in, the zombies were eating the dude over there."

"Robert Kendo," Scott interrupted. "That was his name."

So I guess young Joseph Ritter here was the cause of the gunshots I heard back on the streets.

"Oh," Joseph started and finished with, "Sorry."

Why apologize? Won't bring the bastard back.

"Where were you before you got here?"

"RPD building. I live a couple blocks away from it," Joe said and when the doctor was about to respond Joe continued. "My dad was a cop. A pretty good one too and-"

"Fuck! I didn't ask for a life story!" Stoller shouted in frustration before he could help himself.

"Fuck you, man!" Joe yelled.

"Joseph, I'm sorry."

"Shut the fuck up!" Joe replied. "I had to fucking shoot my dad and mom!" And with that Joseph Ritter turned away from Dr. Scott Stoller.

"Joe," Scott tried. "Joe? I'm sorry, Joe. Joe! JOE!" The doctor was now yelling.

Fucking stubborn bastard. The doctor thought. Kind of like you.

Scott slung his M4 over his shoulder and placed a hand on Joe's shoulder. "I understand," he started. "I had to kill my wife…"

Which isn't far from the truth. I did have to kill the bitch. So fucking annoying.

There was a moment of silence until Joe turned around to face Stoller. "Really?"

"Yeah," Stoller withdrew his hand from Joe's shoulder. "Really."

There was another pause in the conversation and Dr. Scott Stoller took this time to scout the room. Scattered around the room was several handgun bullets and empty magazines. Unfortunately, that was the only thing useful in the whole shop. Kendo's was already cleaned out, with the guns' display cases broken.

The doctor sighed and looked back at Joe. "How much of a zombie infested shithole was the RPD Building?"

"Every cop in there has to be a zombie," Joe said. "No joke."

Fuck! So much for protecting the citizens of this town. I have to get out of this town quick and fast before Umbrella finds out I'm alive…but they already do know, the bastards. They kept me alive for something, but what? What was I kept alive for? They want the information on the Tyrant-Virus, those fuckers, but they won't get it. It's already on it's way to Mr. Albert Wesker and the boys back at HCF.

Stoller sighed and picked up the empty magazines and bullets and started to load each magazine with the bullets, quickly. He knew he didn't have that much time, but he knew he would need the bullets. The doctor was willing to waste the time for the extra ammo. He just hoped that it wouldn't come back to bite him in the ass.

Scott heard Joseph start to look around the shop for extra shotgun shells as the young boy opened and closed drawers. Then he heard a moan from outside the shop.Stoller set down the magazines of bullets and raised his M4 and pointed it at the door. He heard the shuffling of the zombie come closer and closer until it appeared at the window. The doctor opened fire and with three bullets the zombie went down.

Stoller slung the M4 back around his shoulder and picked up the bullets and magazines and started to load them even quicker. He noticed Joe watching him and Joe started to say something along the lines of, "Whoa!" but it was cut off from the roar of a helicopter flying over the store.

"Joseph!" Dr. Scott Stoller shouted. "That's heading to the RPD building!"

"How do you know?" Joe shouted back , grabbing his shotgun.

"It has to be heading there! Maybe some survivors called in for help!" Stoller replied, stuffing the magazines and bullets into his lab coat pocket.

"What if you're wrong?" Joe asked.

"I'm not!" The doctor yelled in frustration.

Joe looked like he was about to have another outburst, but instead he yelled. "Well, let's go then!"

And with that the two men ran out of the store filled with a new hope.