Ryan woke up to a strange sound. One of complete silence. There was ALWAYS some sort of noise, even if it was something over the intercom or people sipping their coffee. He was groggy, and thought he might have been drugged recently. Slowly, he got up out of his cot and walked to the cell door. It was open. Someone must have left it unlocked...

"Hmmm...that's really weird," he said softly to himself. He pushed on the door and it opened soundlessly. He walked out and looked to the main entrance of the room. The guard, Sam, that was usually posted at the entrance was nowhere to be seen. Still feeling woozy, it took him a few moments to realize what was going on.

'I'm not sure what's going on, but I'm getting outta here!' he thought to himself. He looked to the opposite wall to another door. He recalled the words of one of the researchers. Stephanie, he thought her name was.


"Now remember, if anything happens..." she said, looking around nervously, "I'd like you to get out of here. I still feel bad about..."

"It's not your fault Stephanie," Ryan replied. She nodded.

"I know, I know. But there's been talk recently about Umbrella showing up to collect Birkin's samples early. If that happens...well, just get out if you can. Go through that door," she said, indicating the door opposite of the entrance. "Go through the sewers, and you should come out a few blocks from the mall. From there you should be able to escape."

Stephanie turned her head to see Sam turn and buzz someone into the room. She slid a key into Ryan's hand.

"That'll open the door. Tell your mom...I'm sorry..." A tear ran down her cheek as she turned and walked away.


Ryan was snapped out of his flashback by banging on the entrance. He heard soft groans and more pounding.

"Thanks Stephanie..." he said. He started towards the door, but thought a moment and walked to the main entrance. Seemed that Sam must have left his gun there. Ryan didn't think he'd need it, but took it anyway. Ryan examined it. He didn't know a whole lot about guns, but looked like some sort of Baretta. He made sure the safety was on, and then jogged over to the escape door. He pulled the key, unlocked it, and walked through.


Allison cowered in the storeroom of the "Guns 'n' Ammo" store. She was completely alone. While shopping at the mall, she'd heard a horrifying scream and the sound of breaking glass. Not daring to look in the direction of the scream, she ran to the nearest store. An elderly man looked up at her as she ran in.

"What's going on?" he asked.

"I...I don't know, I just heard a scream..." She was cut off by the sound of more screams. The man nodded to her.

"Okay. Wait in my back room and lock the door. I'll go check out what's going on." He grabbed a gun from beneath the counter and rushed out of the store. Allison ran to the back room and locked the door. She'd been paranoid ever since the news stories about people being eaten...

But the man never came back. The screams became less and less. From time to time, she'd hear some gunshots. They'd eventually fade out, or just stop suddenly. She cried for a while, wondering what she was going to do, what was even happening. Sighing, she took a deep breath, trying to calm down. Trying to focus on something else for the time being, she took out a compact from her purse and looked at her face. She had long, light brown hair and bright green eyes, though they were bloodshot from all the crying. She normally thought of herself as being quite pretty, but the crying had smeared her make-up. She wiped away the mascara, then tried to think of what to do.

"Okay Allison...don't panic." She pulled a cell phone from her purse, but when she tried to dial a number the number to her home, nothing happened. She threw the phone back in her purse in a huff of anger. As much as for herself, she was also starting to worry about her mom.

'I'm sure she's okay...but I really need to get out of here,' she thought to herself. She hadn't dared peak out the door, but figured something horrible had to be happening. She looked around at the guns that were stored there. Picking up a sleek looking silver one, she eyed it and wondered how hard it would be to fire it...