I guess now I shall try my hand at Resident Evil.

First off I am sorry to disappoint my previous reviewers; they are used to me writing stories from Star Wars. If any of them are reading this right now, I apologize for not updating any of my Star Wars fics for I need to see Episode 3 again to get myself back in gear.

As for my new reviewers concerning Resident Evil, I want you all to know that this is my first fic for this section. If anything is off please forgive me for I shall try to be as accurate as possible and any ideas for future chapters or even separate stories are welcome.

Quick Disclaimer: I obviously do not own Resident Evil or anything affiliated with Capcom. I do however, own this story. Or at least…you all get the picture.

I have read a couple of stories surrounding the scenario I have chosen for my story to take place in, and evidently they gave me a brain storm. To those of you who I'm talking about, I want to say thank you. If none of you like even the mildest hint of David/Kevin, then please don't read this. You'll only upset yourself further. There's also not much for me to say to those David/Alyssa fans. I've played the games several times and still have not seen the hints that they like each other.

That is just my opinion. Don't flame me on that.

Oh, and as a side-note, I am a Yoko fan. Sure, she practically grabs all the items she comes across but it's good to have her on your team, so you can give her stuff that you'll probably use later.

I ask you all kindly not to flame me because of that. We all have our favorite characters. Yoko just happens to be mine (next to Kevin, David and Alyssa of course).

Onwards!

"Hurry up and get in!"

"Dammit, don't scream!"

"David are you okay!"

David didn't look up as Kevin helped him inside the motionless sub-car, one arm drapped around Kevin's shoulder. "He's fine," Kevin replied. "Just a little stunned."

"Here, let me help." Yoko took David's other arm around her shoulder and helped Kevin lay him down on one of the seats in the back of the car.

"Where's Jim?" Alyssa demanded. She quickly closed the doors as soon as the boys' were inside; coughing from the smoke that still crept into the car and then turned around to face him. "I thought he was with you."

"You got him?" Kevin asked as he took off his gas mask.

Yoko nodded. "I'll take him from here." She helped David rest on the seat, using her overstuffed backpack as a pillow. "It's a bit bumpy---"

"It's fine." David interrupted, almost in a whisper as he took off his mask. He grunted and tensed as the wound on the right side of his abdomen gave him problems. Already the blood was seeping through the fresh bandages that were applied earlier. Yoko silently prayed for Cindy to return soon to help change David's wrappings.

"Kevin!" Alyssa became impatient.

"What?" Kevin turned to give her his famous 'I-heard-you-earlier-look.'

"Where is Jim?" She repeated, tapping her foot.

"Still upstairs with Cindy and Mark, trying to turn the water back on. Remember?"

"And George?"

Kevin hesitated before answering. "I guess he's with them."

"You guess?"

"Hey, I dunno, okay? He might be with them, but then again he might not be. For all I know he's still trying to help us escape from this hellhole! And besides, you weren't even listening to half of the plan any way before we were attacked and you took off!"

"Don't yell," David barely managed to say. Kevin looked over his shoulder to stare at him. "Remember your blood pressure."

"What he means is that George might be in a different part of the station, waiting for something to turn on so we may continue," Yoko piped in before Kevin thought of something to counter David's joke. "And that wherever Jim is, he needed Mark and Cindy's help in reaching his goal of diminishing the smoke outside. Say for instance, the emergency sprinklers? Is that what you meant, Alyssa, of where George was?"

Yoko meant it as to break the ice between Alyssa and Kevin, who throughout this whole ordeal have crossed paths many times over little issues. Kevin took her hint and Alyssa nodded, following. "Yes."

Kevin shrugged. "So there you go. George is waiting his turn."

"Let's hope we leave before more of those things follow us down here and block our escape. I'd hate to run into them again."

"I'll say." Kevin sat down opposite Yoko and David, reminiscing of what happened when they first took shelter in the subway station.

(Not even a half hour ago)

Jim already had the key necessary for entering the employee area since he worked here. So far they hadn't run into any trouble, not a single zombie was seen or heard. The station was almost too quiet.

A scream coming from nearby got everyone's attention. Those who were bringing up the rear—Cindy, George and Mark—were already moving to investigate with Kevin not that far behind. Jim made his way past Yoko and she stayed in the same area as David, who seemed to be leading. Kevin took it for granted that the scream was a perfect distraction. As David was yelling at him to know what was going on, Yoko almost didn't see the small quickly moving object making its way towards him from the ventilation shaft.

"David!"

He turned to aim his gun at whatever danger was lurking behind him, only the creature was much faster than he anticipated. It latched onto his side and dug its teeth into his flesh, making him drop his weapon, as another latched onto his back and screamed. It all but paralyzed David, who repeatedly slammed the things into the wall to get them off. Yoko screamed as Kevin quickly kicked open the door and fired off three carefully successful rounds into the mutated things' bodies. One was killed instantly while the other slumped to the floor along with David, the heavy creature bringing him down. Kevin thought he accidentally shot David until he saw the plumber hit the remaining thing with his wrench and watched it scurry back into the shaft.

David coughed and held onto his torn-open side. "Mother-fucking thing bit me!" He rolled over onto his back and winced from the pain.

"David…" Yoko whispered in the corner with concern. Kevin managed to hoist David up on his feet with Yoko getting up to help him. They continued on when the rest of the group were done investigating the noise. They couldn't save the young lady from being dragged into the ceiling towards her impending doom, only watch as something made her its nighttime snack. Unfortunate really; Cindy recognized the young lady as a frequent customer to the bar she worked at.

A quick examination and a satisfied cleansing from George, David's wound was properly dressed and they were on their guard the rest of the way. "If we can make it before the last train passes through here," Alyssa was explaining. "We can make it out of the city before sunrise." Jim confirmed that the last train always came at the last second, if not on time. The moment of anxiety was short-lived when they all heard the familiar sounds of something big coming to the station. Alyssa had checked her watch and realized that it was about that time when the train would be checking in. They didn't keep track and soon they were quickly and carefully, afraid that another creature that resembled a flea would be attacking, made their way to the platform.

Apparently the car was coming at full speed for it didn't stop at the intended platform; it crashed through a wall of debris and shook the whole underground, throwing everyone off balance from its terrific crash. Smoke soon seeped through the ventilation shafts and crept under nearby doors. Jim told everyone that there was a train already down at the platform that they could use for escape. It was in the state of repair and was positive that the thing was done and ready to go. "But the smoke is too thick," Alyssa argued. "Plus, what if those things are down there…"

"We have to take our chances, girl!" Jim shouted back. "Look, there are some gas masks in the locker room we can use to get down there. If we—"

"Oh no!" Alyssa warned. "I'm not putting one of those itchy things on."

"Then you'll have no other choice but to choke up here, won't you missy?" Mark put in. "Besides, what choice do we have? If Jim says it's ready to go, then we go."

"Are there enough masks for all of us?" Cindy asked.

Jim hesitated. "I think only two of us will be able to make it down there unless I get the sprinkler system to work."

Reluctantly after some extensive arguing and constant finger pointing, Alyssa and Yoko decided on going down to check the train and make sure it was in perfect order. "We can hold our breaths longer than any one else."

Kevin smirked. "I'm sure you can."

Alyssa ignored him as he got some nervous chuckles out of the group, including himself. "And being that Yoko is on her swim-team that makes her a likely candidate. We can rush down there, locate the train amidst the smoke and give you the signal." She checked her gun to make sure a bullet was ready to be fired. "Just don't drag your sorry ass down there for too long. No offense, David."

"Whatever."

Alyssa bit her lower lip. "All right. He's starting to pale, so I suggest we move it."

They were attacked again before Alyssa and Yoko had a chance to equip their new masks. Kevin had to keep David in a safe position while the others took potshots at the irregular-sized fleas that just kept on coming. The funny part was that Kevin sensed a pattern of some kind. It was like they could smell blood. Every time they came out from the shafts they immediately went after David.

When the coast seemed clear Yoko took off after realizing that Alyssa already did. Kevin helped David with his mask, not knowing if any of the other four made it out of the predicament together or if the fleas separated them.

He hoped they were still alive.

"David…?"

Kevin snapped out of his trance and sat up, alert.

"David," Yoko said again in a soft tone. Kevin watched her with keen eyes. She may be the quietest one in the bunch, but she was very much alive like the rest of them. She reached into her front pocket and pulled out a small piece of white cloth. "I'm going to wipe your forehead now, okay? Your sweating an awful lot." With a gentle touch she lightly dabbed his forehead.

Kevin had to admire her strength. Even in the midst of chaos she always kept her cool. He was almost expecting her to take off when the battles got bad, like how most school girls did when the situation got out of control…to get lost or end up dead. But not Yoko.

Not Yoko.

"Kevin?"

"Yeah?" She motioned for him to be next to her. Kevin did just that, coming down on one knee so he could look at her eye-to-eye. "Anything I can do?"

"Look at him," she said in an even softer tone. "Something is very wrong. His breathing is a bit erratic, and he's sweating is continuous."

Kevin shrugged. "That's what happens after when your attacked by a giant flea. It traumatizes you."

She shook her head. "No. It's got to be something else."

"Hey, Yoko." Alyssa called from the opposite side.

Kevin motioned with his head that Alyssa was calling her. "Go see what she wants. I'll see if David is up to talking." She nodded and got up. "And don't take any of her bullshit, you hear me?"

"I heard that!"

Yoko smiled, giggling. "I'll remember that."

Kevin watched the two girls' argue over his comment, Yoko doing exactly what he told her to do. It was a funny scene, really. He didn't know the young student had it in her to stand up to a stuck-up reporter. But from back here, she seemed to be doing just fine.

"Kevin…"

A rather unusually cold hand touched his arm. Kevin stared back into David's face, which was pale almost beyond belief. "David."

He swallowed. "I don't feel right."

Kevin shifted. He finally sat down completely with his back to the girls'. "What is it?"

David swallowed again as if his throat was constantly dry. This worried Kevin. "I think… My veins feel constricted. My vision is starting to blur and I feel…sick…" He coughed suddenly, surprising Kevin. The amount of force behind it made Kevin to believe that he already knew what David was trying to tell him.

"Alyssa! Hand me that water canteen you found earlier!"

"It's in my bag, Kevin." Yoko answered instead before returning to debate with Alyssa over some meaningless drabble.

"Right. Sorry David, you'll have to lift your head." He gently helped David sit up, careful not to disturb his wound so much, and fished out the water canteen. "Here. Take a slug. Your body might be demanding water."

David did so with much enthusiasm, nearly chugging down the whole container. After a few agonizing seconds, he waved the canteen away.

Kevin set it back inside the backpack. "You okay to sit up or do you need to lie back down?"

The dark-haired man's hesitation was enough. Although he didn't voice it, Kevin knew that David was still suffering quite a bit. Instead he stared back at the cop and lightly patted the space next to the backpack. "I wouldn't mind company."

He smiled. Pushing the large pack aside he took his seat next to the plumber. "So what do you think is wrong?"

"…I think I'm poisoned." David wiped his forehead free of sweat with his arm. "I can feel it traveling through my veins and I don't like it."

Looking over the other way to the still arguing girls, Kevin took David's cold hand into his. "That thing?"

"Yeah."

"Can you breathe?"

"I can talk, can't I?"

"Just checking," he looked back at him. David had his eyes closed and was resting his head against the wall. Watching David suffer like this always aggravated Kevin. Times like these he wished he could do something instead of waiting around for some one else to be the hero. In this case he could only hope that someone found an antidote. If any of them bugs carried a virus, however… He shook his head. Now wasn't the time to think such thoughts. Instead his gaze fell upon the blood-soaked bandages that David kept his other hand pressed against. Still Kevin blamed himself for letting his guard down—for forgetting to expect the unexpected. He would never forgive himself for letting David down. He wouldn't fail again.

David squeezed his hand. "Kev."

"Yeah, Dave?"

He visibly swallowed. "I think I need to puke."

Kevin nodded. That's what the poison does to you, he thought. "Okay. Let's see where we can empty our insides, shall we?"

"I found a bucket," Yoko said a bit cheerfully, handing it to Kevin. "It was tucked away in the next car." She took off her mask. "The windows were all smashed and the smoke was thick. Luckily I wasn't attacked."

"Thanks." Kevin turned to David, who looked like he couldn't hold his guts in any longer. "Do you want to do this sitting up or on your knees?"

Immedialty David dived for the silver object, puking his contents into it rather noisily. Alyssa turned her back to him for some privacy and Yoko followed suit. Kevin rubbed David's back until he finished, spitting out something yellow.

"That's disgusting," Alyssa commented.

Kevin ignored her as he pushed the bucket aside and helped David back onto the seat. "Need more water?"

David coughed and wiped his forehead. "That's what I threw up."

"Oh."

Just then something started to fall atop the car. David squeezed Kevin's hand and Kevin squeezed back. It wasn't rubble, for the sound was too soft. It sounded…soothing. Like soft rain gently cleansing a garden during spring. Alyssa held her gun ready, alert for anything. Kevin kept his other hand lingering near his weapon as well, unsure of what to make of the sound.

"The sprinklers," Yoko whispered. "Jim must have turned them on."

"We're almost home free." Alyssa turned to look out the sub car's double windows. "The smoke is disappearing."

"Should we wait for them?" Yoko asked.

Kevin shrugged, dropping his hand away from his gun. "Do we really have a choice? This is the only working car, right? Jim knows how to operate this so I suppose we should."

Many moments later, Jim and the rest of the group made it to the car. Luckily, George found a few items from a stashed emergency kit to help slow David's poison. A quick prick from a syringe and it was done. "That should do it."

"Thanks, Doc."

George nodded. He gave Kevin that 'He'll be fine' look, knowing that he and David had something between them. "My pleasure."

"Are we ready yet?" Kevin asked Jim as he settled into the drivers seat.

Jim nodded, taking off his hat to wipe his forehead with his sleeve. "Both emblems are in place and we should be ready to take off."

"What's the problem then?"

"Nothing. It needs time to warm-up before we can move."

"Odd those two emblems are used to unhook from the other car," Yoko reflected.

Jim turned to regard her. "This isn't an ordinary train, you know. It's an emergency escape vehicle for the employees should anything go wrong. The emblems are only used if the second train isn't needed to hold any more passengers. So, by unhooking the second train…"

"…the lighter the load the first one is, the quicker it will move through the station," Yoko finished.

"Smart," commented George. "But likely dangerous."

Jim shrugged. "Seemed like a good idea."

"Well, I don't want to wait around any longer than necessary," Kevin complained. "I just want to get out of here and find a cure for David's poison."

"Cool it, Ryman. It's not like he's your boyfriend or brother." Alyssa said without much enthusiasm.

Kevin looked as if he was about to jump her. Of all the smart-aleck remarks he had to put up with tonight, she sure knew how to press his buttons. He lifted a finger in the air to yell back a retort when George lightly placed a hand on his shoulder to calm him, and Mark stepped in his path, addressing Alyssa. "Hey, we all had a rough night and deserve to make it out in one piece, David especially. I for one, agree with Kevin that David does need the proper treatment in order to cure the poison. So I suggest that we calm down and wait until the train is ready to move so we can get the hell out of here. Alright, missy?"

Alyssa stared at him with piercing eyes. She hated it when Mark called her missy and he knew it. She wasn't about to start an argument with the retired war-vet, but if he pushed her to the limit she wouldn't hesitate to be all over him. Instead she kept her cool and went along with it. There would be another time when she would go toe-to-toe with Mark. "Yes."

Mark slowly nodded. "That's better."

Jim suddenly tensed up. "Anybody feel that?"

The car became quiet. Like death quiet. Nobody moved as they waited for the movement that Jim apparently felt. With all the movement of feet and the heat of a near-argument in the air, it was pure luck that he—of all of them—felt something. Then they all did.

Thump

Jim's breathing increased, his heart tagging along.

Thump… thump…

Cindy nervously rubs her hands together, looking from one face to another.

Thump… thump… thump…

Alyssa stands up straighter, wishing she had a cigarette.

Thump… thump… thump… thump…

Mark swallows his fear, only to feel it slowly rise again.

Thump… thump… thump… thump… thump…

Yoko is nearly on the verge of crying out, but does her best to keep her cool.

Thump… thump… thump… thump… thump… thump…

George closes his eyes, calmly waiting for the inevitable.

Thump… thump… thump… thump… thump… thump… thump…

David feels the sweat bead furiously all about his body, his fever rising.

Thump… thump… thump… thump… thump… thump… thump… thump…

Kevin stands his ground, he feels he is ready.

…………

Silence…

Nobody breathes. Nobody moves.

…………

Hearts are stopping at once. Blood circulation freezes.

…………

Muscle and bone harden. Pupils narrow at signs of dread.

……THUMP……

Kevin's eyes grew wide at his earlier revelation…they do smell blood!

Immediately he grabbed David and threw him to the floor, falling on top him to use himself as a human shield, as the car is suddenly rocked violently back and forth. The lights flicker continuously under the amount of tremendous pressure. In no time Kevin can hear Yoko and Cindy's ongoing screams. The sound of them managing to drown out the noise of hard metal being banged about amidst the chaos surprised him. Alyssa yelling at them to shut up didn't help either; they continued to strain their lungs as everyone was thrashed about the tiny space. The thing was very stubborn and also very strong. Bits of ceiling dust fell to the floor and also one light, which nearly landed near Kevin's feet.

He couldn't see the others and how they were managing from getting tossed side to side, but hoped that they followed his lead and dropped to the ground. The thing that held the sub car within its grip began to howl its outrage; making Kevin and even David cover their ears.

"Ahhh!" Jim covered his ears and tossed his sorry ass to the floor. "The thing won't stop!"

"No shit!" Alyssa cried back.

"Will it ever?" Cindy bumped into Mark and then fell to her knees near a seat, doing to her best to hold on before letting out random bursts of screams.

…then all was quiet. The rocking stopped and with it the girls' screams. Once again silence enveloped them all. Did it go away since none of them came out? Kevin looked over his shoulder; saw Jim put a finger to his lips to keep everyone quiet. Then they heard it.

…thump…thump…thump………thump………

It's going away, Kevin thought. Perhaps his earlier theory about them smelling was incorrect. He hoped it was. Slowly everyone either sat up or stayed where they were. Kevin got Jim's attention and through hand signals and quietly mouthing words, told him to check on the status of the car. Jim nodded with hesitation, but clearly understood that it meant their lives. He very slowly began to crawl back to the control seat, looking up at the ceiling and at the windows for any signs of danger.

David squeezed his eyes shut and suppressed a moan. Kevin looked at him, seeing that David was clutching his wound. It was obvious the hard knock to the floor must've done some damage. He placed a hand on his shoulder in comfort, concerned that maybe he was indeed a bit rough with his actions. Slowly, Kevin managed to get David sitting up against the wall. He opened his tan jacket and carefully lifted his blood-soaked shirt to examine the extent of David's wound. Small trinkets of blood seeped down to David's pants as Kevin made him sit up straighter. A soft whistle from George got Kevin's attention.

'How is he?' George mouthed. He was sitting up against a seat in front of Cindy, a small trace of blood smeared on his face.

'Not good.' Kevin replied back, barely shaking his head.

'Do you need me?'

Kevin nodded.

'I'm coming over.' George fumbled through his coat pockets and found what he was looking for, relieved that it didn't break when he was being thrown about the car. Cindy placed a hand on his shoulder and he turned to see her offering him her lucky handkerchief, figuring he could use it. 'You sure?'

She nodded. He took it and began to slowly make his way to David and Kevin. Another soft whistle came from behind George, and Kevin looked beyond the doctor to Jim signaling that all was well and that they could take off any second. At last hope seemed to be on their side. They could take off and leave the monsters behind, maybe even smash into a few along the way, sending them off to oblivion while everyone escapes unharmed. If they could only do that….

The look on Yoko's face caught Kevin's attention. He stared at her for a few unfelt heartbeats before turning his gaze to where she was looking, at the window above George and Cindy. A dark shadow quickly darted away from the window.

Kevin's heart jumpstarted. "George!"

CRASH

The window above him shattered as a long, skinny brown leg invaded the car. George flattened himself upon the floor while Cindy backed away and sat near Jim. Yoko watched as it just hung in the air, right above her. She slowly made her way towards Mark, who grabbed her outstretched hands and quickly pulled her to safety. They all watched in utter silence as it wavered around, as if trying to feel them out rather then touch anything. Left, right, left, right…left…right…

It began to move in further, inching towards the ground. Mark pulled Yoko closer to him as it came within inches of their faces. Alyssa ducked under the skinny leg and rolled the other way when it nearly made contact with her. Jim urged Cindy to sit on his lap and he quickly closed the door of the small compartment and waited, both staring out the thick viewing glass. When it came into contact of the closed door, it retracted and went back, slithering along the floor next to George. His eyes followed the grotesque mutated leg with little interest. It stopped midway, right near him. With ease, George pressed himself under the seats.

Kevin watched as the tentacle suddenly turned his direction. Beginning to doubt his earlier doubts about his theory, he easily grabbed David and hoisted him to the back left corner of the car. If it could indeed sense or even smell blood, then David was the intended target. It made its way to where David sat a few moments earlier, searching. Kevin noted the traces of smeared blood on the wall that David left behind as Kevin was helping him to the corner. This frightened Kevin.

He could feel the plumber's warm breath on the back of his neck as the grotesque leg followed the scent of David's blood. Kevin swallowed his anxiety of shooting the damn thing as it rose off the floor, resting in the air inches from his face. Behind him David slumped further to the floor. Kevin closed his eyes, gritting his teeth in disgust as the disgusting leg examined his face. It smelled like dust and felt like sticky glue. Not a very suitable combination. For many agonizing seconds it stopped and, convinced that it was the wrong victim, retracted again and went out the window, disappearing into the dark tunnel. Kevin breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed his shoulders, felt David lean his forehead against Kevin's back and heard everyone else breathe sighs of relief. Jim and Cindy poked their heads out from the tiny compartment and looked around. Mark nodded his head to indicate it was over and Cindy slid away from Jim.

George wiped his face free of blood and gave an exasperated look to Kevin, glad that it didn't smell it on him, however little there was. Kevin gave a thumps up and turned to check on David. "How are you holding up?" He asked, whispering.

David looked into Kevin's beautiful blue eyes. "Thanks for saving me," he whispered back. Kevin grinned, holding one side of David's face, rubbing his cheek with his thumb. David closed his eyes and enjoyed Kevin's warm touch. "Just get us the hell out of here."

"Will do."

Kevin turned to signal to Jim to get the sub car moving—when the brown leg appeared again, smashing through the window closer to Mark and Yoko. She let out a scream as Mark began to shoot at it. George took out his own gun and aimed carefully before firing. It jerked and swiped at Mark, who ducked at the last second. Then it turned its attention to George and tried to swipe at him. It missed and George sent another bullet into it. It quickly disappeared and entered again through the window above him, stabbing at the ground in hopes of impaling someone. George kicked at it and hit the slightly hairy thing with the butt end of his gun. Firing off a round was dangerous; Kevin knew as he pulled out his gun and aimed. If the shot went wild it could possibly hit Jim, Cindy or Alyssa.

He went ahead and did so hitting it dead on. The creature howled in pain and suddenly whipped his direction, throwing him against the opposite wall with such force that it knocked the air out of his lungs. David fumbled for his own weapon as it came near him, this time sensing the bleeding man. Jim came running up to it and slashed his knife at the hole Kevin made earlier. It jerked violently and pushed Jim aside. Cindy came after him and pulled on his arm with Alyssa grabbing onto Jim's shirt, both tugging him to safety. It was too strong and they knew it. Even while injured it could still knock the wind out of them and put up a good fight.

Then it hungrily came after David. It wrapped around his waist and lifted the injured man off the ground and towards the window. "David!" Yoko quickly got up and ran to him, grabbing onto one of his hands and pulling. "Help me!"

Mark and Jim followed. Mark grabbed hold of his other hand and Jim pulled on his arm. Alyssa and Cindy helped Yoko and together all five pulled, trying to get David free of the things grip. Meanwhile in his corner, Kevin coughed and heard Yoko scream for help. He looked up and saw that the thing held onto David, trying to get him through the window, the others doing their best to pull him back.

Damnit! He chastised himself. Damnit damnit damnit! Another cough and he was back on his feet, rushing to help the others. The look of terror in David's eyes as he was being pulled both ways only encouraged Kevin. Without hesitation he stood on top of the seats and fired his gun outside the broken window, hoping to hit the large son-of-a-bitch. He fired off several rounds until the creature howled and loosened its grip on David. It wasn't enough to pull him free so Kevin kept on unloading his clip.

The creature howled again and this time gave the car a good, solid jerk. Everyone let go of David and fell back from the sudden force. Even Kevin slammed into the door behind him, dropping his gun. With a final howl and muffled yell from David, it pulled him through the window and disappeared.