Disclaimer: I do not own resident evil that would be capcom so don't sue me ok. I do not even own this story it was written by my friend Davy Rowe just so you know.

Chapter 4: Military serial

Killer, Billy Coen

Walter looked over to see what the infamous Billy Coen looked like. When he found him, he saw a man maybe a little older than himself. He was a few inches shorter, had combed back, medium length brown hair, with a single strand in the front. He wore a blue tank top, blue jeans, and brown boots. On his right arm was a strange looking black tattoo, but Walter couldn't tell what it was supposed to be. Billy then walked up to Walter, and looked up at him, glaring.

"What do you want?" he scowled, as if he didn't want bothered.

"I have a preposition for you. I know that you have the skills needed for this job; after all, you are the notorious Military Serial Killer. They let you go, however, but that works out for the rest of us. Tell me, do you think your skills are still sharp?" Walter asked, while pacing around.

Billy looked at him, still glaring. "What's it to you?"

"Well, Billy, Umbrella needs you to-" but before he could finish, Billy grabbed him by the neck, and picked him up off of the ground.

"Umbrella! After what they did in the Arklay Mountains! You're here to make sure I keep quiet, aren't you?" he shouted, while tightening his grasp. Crystal was ready to pull out a knife she had hidden up her t-shirt sleeve, but Walter signaled her to stop with his hand.

"There's been a leak, Billy. We need you to help us stop the contaminated person before they infect anyone else. If you help, we'll clear your record." Walter said, occasionally coughing.

Billy frowned, and set Walter's feet back onto the floor. Walter straightened up his shirt, and held out his hand. "Is it a deal?" Walter asked. Billy glared, and reluctantly shook his hand.

Walter grinned, and looked over at Jack.

"Well, we're sure as heck going to need a drink before this. Drinks are on me." Walter said, and Jack began mixing together drinks.

After a few drinks, Walter and his two assistants went back outside, and hopped in a cab. When it stopped, they were back at the hospital, and standing outside was Dr. Hamilton, with a medical kit.

"Well, Umbrella gave me a call, and filled me in. They told me that you'd be back. Let's get this over with." said George, as he stepped into the cab. At the next stop, they were back at the Umbrella building. There were police cars all over the area, and the four walked straight into the building. Inside were police officers and one walked up to Walter.

"Hello Mr. Bishop, you have permission to enter the basement. If you're not back in an hour, we'll be down looking for you. Good luck." said the police officer. The four then stepped on the elevator, and went down to the lab, which the police didn't know about. When the door opened, Billy and George were shocked.

"I-I had no idea this was here!" said George.

"Well, at you're not the only one." said Billy.

While Billy and George were looking around, Annette walked up to Walter and Crystal.

"Good to see you back Walter. I heard it didn't go too well chasing after William's assassins. I was hoping you would avenge William, but I suppose that shouldn't fall on your shoulders. Now, we have a worse problem. As you know, now not only is the G-Virus leaked, but so is the T-Virus. The other scientists gave it about five days until the city is over run by the T-virus. But it'll be worse if the G-Virus is spread. Walter, what I'm going to ask of you is as hard on me as it will be you, but you have to kill William. By now, he's undoubtedly grown much more powerful, you'll need all the help you can get. We contacted Mr. Hamilton, he's the best doctor in the city, but I'm sure he's already told you about that. Anyways, if you're not back in an hour, I'm sending the police in, because if you fail, then there's no need keeping the lab a secret, the city will be doomed anyways." she said.

Walter looked over at Crystal, and then back at Billy and George.

"Don't worry Walter; you know I'm there for you." Crystal assured him.

"We're all here for you, Mr. Bishop." added George.

"I'm not, I just don't want more zombies to kill." said Billy. "But, I suppose to can count on me."

The four then headed into the sewers. Upon entering the sewers, Walter drew his .50 BMG handgun, Crystal drew an identical one, and Billy was given a 9mm. George wasn't expected to do any fighting; only healing. They looked around at the surroundings, and it looked like everything was normal… until they heard a loud roar. Billy began running down one of the tunnels. The other three ran after him, and saw him stopped at a corner. When they turned the corner, they saw what they had been looking for; at the other end of the tunnel was William Birkin. He looked mostly normal, except for a large, rotting-flesh covered arm with blood-soaked claws and an eye on it.

"What in the heck is that!" shouted Billy.

"It's what became of William Birkin, he became his own creation." replied Walter. "Take him down!" he shouted as he aimed his handgun.

By now, William was aware of them. He was facing towards them, and slowly limping at them. Suddenly, it stopped, and Walter took aim. He slowly squeezed the trigger, making sure his shot would kill. However, in the instant before the trigger activated the hammer, he saw something move quickly in front of William. Walter's mind panicked when he saw it; in the instant before the bullet fired, he had brought his clawed hand in front of where Walter was aiming. It was incredibly fast… faster than even Hunk was. When the gun fired, Walter still had some confidence. He thought that the power of the bullet would shatter his claw, and go straight through his chest. The next thing he knew, he heard what sounded like something bouncing off of metal. When he looked, he saw that the bullet had ricocheted off of one of the claws. Walter then turned pale.

"H-he blocked it!" Walter shouted.

"Let me have a try!" yelled Billy as he took aim. Within a few seconds, he had emptied his whole clip, but every bullet was blocked by the claws. Suddenly, Walter noticed something. William had something in his left hand. After a second, he realized what it was.

"He has an iron pipe!"

"So! He already has claws!" replied Billy as he reloaded his gun.

Crystal pulled out her gun, and all three began firing. George stood back and watched, since he had no weapon, nor much skill with one. The attempts were futile, and William kept walking closer and closer. When he was no more than ten meters away, he charged. While running, he drew back his left arm instead of his right. The three quickly jumped backwards as he swung. While dodging, they heard a loud shattering noise, and when they looked, his swing had taken out a large chunk of the wall. This wasn't a clean, small cut like Hunk's was; this was a huge, jagged cut, breaking a whole section of bricks. Everyone turned pale.

"How are we supposed to fight this thing, he can't even hit it!" shouted Billy as he got ready to shoot. Walter had an idea.

"Billy, aim for its right arm!"

"Okay, I hope you know what you're doing." he replied, and began shooting its arm. After a few shots, it dropped its pipe, grasped its right arm in pain, and roared. It then began retreating, and the three began firing, although it barely phased it. They began following it, but froze then they heard a strange noise. It sounded like someone had stepped on a cat.

"Should we follow it?" asked George.

"Well, it's not going to kill itself, is it?" replied Crystal.

"Psh. We wish." added Billy.

"This is taking too long… we have to kill it, and fast." Walter said.

The four then continued after the creature, and barely caught a glimpse of it as it turned a corner. They followed behind it, and Walter was the first to reach the corner. When he made it there, however, William had turned around, and had his weapon risen up, ready to strike. Walter jumped back around the corner, and watched as the pipe slammed into the corner. He was terrified when it began tearing through the wall, still after him. However, it didn't go much farther, and William began bringing the pipe back from the wall. Walter saw his chance, and took it, charging back around the corner. He opened fire, shooting William in the chest two times, but William had gotten his weapon free. The creature swung the pipe, and Walter leaned backwards, barely dodging. It then hit him with the back of his claws, sending him to the ground, and ran away. Crystal helped Walter up, and Billy began chasing after William. George ran over with his med-kit.

"Are you alright Walter?" he asked.

"I'm fine, keep going after William."

The three then caught up with Billy, who had found a wounded cop.

"What happened?" asked Walter, while George got his med-kit opened.

"T-there was a monster, and it stabbed me with a tentacle!" the cop rambled. Then, he began grasping his chest.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh! It burns!" he screamed, kneeling over in pain. He then began having seizures.

"Let me help!" shouted George, as he looked through his med-kit.

"No! Stand back, this won't end well!" yelled Walter, and he made sure everyone was back. Suddenly, there was the sound of bones shattering, and something ripped through the cop's chest. When they looked, they saw what looked like a big, pink scorpion crawling near the body. They watched as it began hissing at them.

"You dirty little punk!" shouted Billy as he aimed at it with his gun.

It hissed again, and then again. It suddenly began growing larger… within a minute, it had grown huge, it was a large mass of flesh about the size of a human torso. Then, arms and legs ripped through the mass of flesh, and then a large, fleshy head appeared at what looked like shoulders. They watched as a fang-covered mouth appeared, and pink-looking bug eyes. Then, an eye appeared under its arms. It looked like a large, ugly dog, sort of. It walked on all fours, but that was the only similarity. They watched as it roared, and began charging at them. Walter and his group turned, and ran back around the corner, running a good distance, and turned, ready to begin shooting.