Chapter 6 is here. It took me a while because of my evil writer's block. Not that I'm much of writer, mind you. So here I split the chapter unevenly into two writing styles, Third Person POV and First Person. I'd really appreciate some feedback on both, since I hope to make this story live up to it's own potential. So, anyways, I hope you enjoy reading this and I also hope that you'll still be reading this when it gets extremely long. (It'll be EXTREMELY long...I estimated that with completion it will come to 20 chapters...maybe even more...)

Full Part 1 summary: Isaac Brown. Your average smart teenager. When he gets a job as a secretary for the STARS department, he clings to logic and reason. He soon makes friends with almost everyone in the precinct, save for a few. (Guess which people...) When his friends from STARS leave for the Arklay Mountains to investigate reports of cannibals, he spends the night worrying for them. After only five of his friends return with stories of underground labs, zombies and other stories he deem as hallucinations, he doesn't know what to think. Reports of cannibal murders accumulate on his desk, scaring the young man until that fateful day on July 27th. Alone and confused, he must survive alone in a dead city.

Disclaimer: I WISH I owned Resident Evil, but I don't, I only own Isaac.

---Chapter 6---

---(Third Person P.O.V.)---

Tick...tock...tick...tock...tick...tock...

'I hate that thing...I hate time...time sucks...' Isaac sighed mentally. His shoulders drooped dumbly, and his mouth opened wide with a yawn. He turned back to his computer, typing up one of the more boring cases S.T.A.R.S. Alpha was sent on during the night. He was waiting patiently for the clock to strike six, when Bravo Team was set to report back on radio. It was currently five fifty-five, and the last five minutes seemed like an eternity. In his mind, he had to know Rebecca was okay. He couldn't sleep because he was so worried about the brunette. He hadn't been there at the time but when he came back to work the next morning, Captain Wesker was back and looking like he hadn't been out all night searching the mountain terrain for cannibals.

'Probably just stood there the whole time, barking out orders.' Isaac scoffed inwardly. He glanced at the clock again, the brown, rotund little device's shorter hand pointing to seven, while the longer in length hand pointed to the second little tick after eleven. Mentally drained, he pushed himself up from his desk and headed for the S.T.A.R.S. Alpha office. He passed by the numerous people Isaac called his friends, waving haphazardly to every one of them. He yawned once more; his mannerisms making him cover his mouth out of habit. He glanced at his hand for a moment, then jolted when a flash of something otherworldly hit him. He inspected his wrist, trembling slightly. In his eyes, he kept seeing blood dripping from an open wound on his wrist; the wound itself looking like it was torn open, in the shape of human teeth. Then, as soon as it had appeared the image was gone.

He kept walking, trying to keep himself from hallucinating. 'Keep your head Isaac...you're just tired...you're just seeing things because you need sleep.' He told himself mentally. He glanced at the bathrooms in the hallway near the office, and decided to take a detour. He pushed the entry door open, entering the washroom, which definitely needed some renovation. Some tiles were cracked, and the floor was kind of warped, just enough for someone to lose their footing more than once. Isaac walked over to the sinks and turned on the cold water. He made a makeshift bowl with his hands, filling it with cold water and splashing himself in the face. The cold water seemed to wake him up, refreshing him. He wiped the excess water off of his face, looking at his reflection in the mirror. Suddenly he noticed something wrong with his reflection. Every time he blinked, his reflection would change for an instant and then change back. He blinked even more, and the changed reflection stayed in his sight longer. He moved closer to the mirror, inspecting the image before him. Then he saw it.

A slightly older looking version of himself, staring back at him. His hair was shorter, and still straight but still long enough to cover his eyes like he preferred. He looked at his face, and noticed that his left eye was different. A long straight scar marred his face; the darker scar tissue contrasting with the pale, skin sprinkled with freckles here and there, and the eye itself was what was most contrasting. He then tried to inspect it closer, but then the image was gone. 'What's going on? Why do I feel as if I'm...going to go through something big..? Something life changing?' He mentally asked himself. He splashed his face with water once again and wiped the water off with some tissue, shaking his head. He walked out of the bathroom and continued his trek towards the S.T.A.R.S. office.

He walked into the office, taking a seat beside Jill who was waiting for word from Captain Wesker about Bravo Team. She greeted him while he yawned again, his eyelids drooping ever so slightly. Soon enough, and comically enough, Isaac's forehead slammed on top of Jill's desk, and he began to lightly snore. Jill giggled at him and decided not to wake him up. They all waited patiently for the three remaining minutes until six, kept awake by Isaac's near constant murmuring in his sleep. Six o'clock passed by silently, and the remaining S.T.A.R.S. were becoming worried. By the time Isaac jolted from his sleep, it was six thirty and the sun was already setting into the western horizon. By six-forty-five, Isaac was paranoid with worry. Finally, at seven, Captain Wesker came into the room, his expression masked by his black sunglasses. Chris was the first to speak.

"Captain? Was there any word from Bravo team?" Chris asked. Isaac listened intently. After all, his new girlfriend's life could possibly be hanging in the balance. Wesker shook his head. Isaac felt something in him sinking. Sinking into the darkest and most morbid and depressed regions of his psyche.

'They're in danger...I knew it...Rebecca was on the verge of death right now...she's dying...she's probably dead already, it's been nearly a day already...' His mind raced. There were thousands and thousands of paranoia-induced scenarios playing out in his mind, all including Rebecca's body lying on the ground with pieces of her body eaten off.

"No. Which is why I'm mobilizing Alpha team to go and check it out. We have to find them..." Wesker said in a kind of bravado that was all his own. Isaac felt partly relieved, knowing that his friends would at least put his worries to rest, either way things went. Then he began to think about what would happen if Rebecca really were dead. What would he do? He automatically ruled out suicide...that was too cowardly for him. Suicide was like quitting, and besides, he hadn't known Rebecca that much to actually kill himself over her, harsh as it may have sounded. Isaac was not a quitter. He was too caught up in his own thoughts to notice everyone starting to hustle about and get ready. He was finally pushed out of his state of mind when a large hand patted him kindly on top of the head. He looked up and saw Captain Wesker looking down at him, an almost reassuring smile on his usually cold and stoic face.

"Captain?" Isaac spoke.

"Don't worry Isaac. She'll be okay." He spoke before handing him a cell phone. Isaac looked down at the small piece of plastic, confused. He looked up at Wesker, his eyes quizzical. "Call one of your friends, it helps to talk." Wesker said before walking away. Isaac got up, looking at Wesker's back.

"But sir, I have to-" He began, but Wesker dismissed whatever he was going to say with a wave of his hand. "-do...the prelim..." Isaac finished. He stared at the cell phone again, then decided he would call Kris. Kris was a smart guy too; he would be able to get him through this whole thing. He walked out of the office, heading for the break room, which had the most windows. He passed by the booking area on his way there, seeing the new batch of criminals for the day. He shook his head at all of them, feeling pity for the suckers. Jail time here was almost a constant hell, especially with such a twisted man like Chief Irons as the jail warden as well. He shuddered at the thought of that creepy man and was about to walk into the break room when the Reception doors were pushed open.

Isaac looked over at whatever made the noise, seeing a bunch of kids he recognized as the Street Rats skater gang. He had gotten into a fight with some of their older members before he worked here. And speak of the devil, the guy he had gotten into a fight with was right there, being led into the booking area. He chuckled and shook his head. Before he could even walk into the break room, he heard one of the cops leading the gang into the precinct yell out in pain. He looked over to the policeman who was now knocked down, and then noticed the blonde kid trying to get away. He stuffed the cell phone Wesker had given him into his pocket and studied the blonde. The kid was heading for the stairs, and the break room was perpendicular to the stairs. Isaac broke into a run, and as the kid and him got closer, Isaac reached out and grabbed the collar of his shirt. This kid was a little taller than he was but he was still strong enough to spin the kid and throw him to the ground. Isaac pinned the gang member onto the floor on his stomach with his knee, giving the boy no opportunity to escape.

'Twelve years of Tae Kwon Do and Jiu Jitsu really come in handy.' He thought.

The kid tried struggling, but under Isaac's surprisingly powerful arms and knee, he couldn't move. Above him, Isaac was feeling less tired now that he had the chance to get some blood flowing through his body. He pressed down on the blonde until the policemen escorting him picked him up and made sure he couldn't get away this time. The cops thanked him and went on their way, as did Isaac. He finally walked into the break room, pulling out the cell phone and pressing zero. Once the operator came on, he asked to be connected to Winnipeg, Manitoba. Then, he gave the operator his Canadian friend's phone number. The phone rang a few times before Kris picked up, acting like his usual goofy self.

"Hello, you've reached the office of Kris Matheson; this is his secretary, Amy...how can I help you?" He heard Kris say in a womanly voice. Isaac chuckled to himself and played along.

"Hello...my name is Mister Burns..." He replied in a mock sophisticated voice.

"All right Mr. Burns, what's your first name?" Kris asked in character. Isaac stayed silent for a few moments, and then spoke again.

"I...don't...know..." A moment of silence passed before both boys began to laugh at each other. When the laughing died down, Kris was the first to speak.

"That never fails to amuse me. So, who is this really?" Kris asked in his regular voice.

"Kris, this is Isaac." Isaac replied. Suddenly Kris was talking a mile a minute.

"Isaac!? Whoa! Blast from the past much! How you been? I haven't seen you since your visit two years ago! How is America? Is it as fucked up as before you left?" Kris babbled. Isaac laughed quietly at the Canadian boy.

"In answer to all your questions, I'm good...and America's even more fucked up than before." Isaac replied.

"Wait, are you calling from your house? You remember last time, your parents yelled into my ear that they didn't want any street trash talking to you..." Kris said sarcastically. Kris hated Isaac's parents. They were so snobby. He couldn't really blame Isaac for trying to run away from them. They were the same age, and although Kris wasn't as smart as Isaac was, he was apparently one of the smartest kids in the country. Kris was apparently offered scholarships from Universities and Colleges from all around the country. Child prodigy his schools boasted, but Kris also came from a below the poverty line family, and his family was pretty large. He had two sisters, Anna and Joy, and three brothers, Locke, Darren and Brian, all of which were foster kids. His parents were freaky humanitarians, and adopted the three boys before he was born. They were really nice people who even offered to give him a place to stay over in Canada had his parents not come after him.

"No. I have my own place now. Also, I changed my last name after I got my apartment set up. I'm not Isaac Montana anymore. I'm just Isaac Brown." Isaac replied.

"Really? You moved out and changed your name?! Wow! Your parents must have really drove you wild." Kris said empathetically. Kris knew how that felt. His relatives outside his immediate family were always trying to use his intelligence to their advantage, after finding out he was a genius. Most of them thought he was a freak, and they didn't approve of his parents' adoption of Locke, Darren and Brian. He had grown up with them, so there was almost no tension between them. They were total brothers, blood notwithstanding. Brian, Darren, and Locke were all attending the University of Winnipeg, where he would be going this year, and they were all happy.

"Yeah, so how have you guys been? Are Darren and the other guys still going to University?" Isaac asked.

"Yeah, Darren and Brian are in their third year. Locke's in his second. I'm just starting mine." Kris replied, as the phone picked up rustling sounds on Kris' end of the line. "What about you? Anything new?" Kris asked. Isaac ran a hand through his fiery red hair, sighing heavily.

"Actually, I'm working as a public servant at Raccoon's Police Department." Isaac replied, his voice seeming really subdued. "My girlfriend's a cop." He added, feeling mildly better to be able to tell SOMEONE that he had a girlfriend. Kris then flipped out.

"Girlfriend!? You have a girlfriend? Since when?" Kris said doubtfully. Isaac chuckled.

"Since...a few days ago. We had already gone on one and a half dates." He replied.

"A half?" Kris said in confusion. Suddenly in the background, the door slammed open and the voices of Darren, Locke, and Brian sailed into the room.

"Hey little bro! How's it shaking!?" Brian said happily.

"Who are you talking to, Kris?" Locke asked calmly.

"Isaac. He's got a girlfriend, or so he says..." Kris replied with a dubious tone. Isaac rolled his eyes.

'Always needing to be convinced.' Isaac said mentally.

"Put him on speakerphone then...he's not just your friend you know..." Darren said in that mean, almost biting tone everyone was used to. There was a click, and then suddenly the brothers' voices became even clearer.

"Hey Isaac! What's this we hear of a girlfriend?" Brian teased. Isaac laughed. Brian was always a joker. When Isaac stayedin the Matheson's house, Brian would always suggest that they go out and have some fun, but was also extremely smart.

"It's true. She's rather gorgeous as well." Isaac replied proudly. "AND she's a cop!" Isaac teased back. Darren chuckled. Darren was the dark, sceptical type of guy. He never really trusted anyone around him besides his brothers,but held Kris in the highest regards for being who he was. When he stayed there, Kris had gotten into a fight with some kids at school, and Darren was right by his side when those kids threw the first punch.

"Well, you never told us you liked cougars, Isaac." Darren replied. Isaac laughed.

"I don't. She's eighteen, and a prodigy. She's graduated University already, with honours in Chemistry." Isaac replied. "But, that's not what I wanted to talk about." Isaac quickly changed the subject.

"What's up, Isaac? You seem really worried about something." Locke said caringly. Isaac smiled. Locke was such a good friend. He could always tell that something was bugging you or something. He was an extremely caring guy, and the harbinger of good karma. Locke was hired as an intern in a branch of a music company that was really successful, and by the time Isaac was forced to leave, he was given a promotion. Locke made four thousand dollars a month, which paid for his tuition for school and he also helped his adopted parents with payments for their house, and other things. In other words, Locke was a complete angel.

Isaac exhaled deeply. "I don't know. I think it might just be all in my head..." Isaac said after a few seconds of silence.

'They'd never believe me anyway...' He mentally told himself. Isaac chuckled and shook his head.

"Never mind, you guys...I'm just being too much of a worrier..." He said to his Canadian friends. "So, what's new with all of you?" He asked, quickly changing the subject. He had to keep his mind off of her, at least for now. He had to be strong.

---3 hours later---

(A/N: Back to Isaac's P. O. V. because it's kind of easier to write that way. review and tell me which type of writing style you liked. - ColdShock)

I walked back into the precinct, having come back from my break. I had somehow moved back to my desk while talking to Locke, Kris and the others, getting back to work. I tried to tell them about my worries about this mission thing, but it just...it didn't come out. Maybe it was for the best anyway. Like they'd believe me anyway. I hefted my bag of sweets and caffeine products back to my desk, popping some chocolate covered coffee beans. I didn't care if I crashed later; I was going to make sure I was right here to see Rebecca when she came back.

I began to work on the preliminary report for Alpha team going into the mountains to find Bravo team with gusto, the robotic glow of the screen reminding me of my parents. In more ways than one, computers were like my parents. Cold, boring and they only responded when you made them respond. I hated my parents. I briefly wondered what I'd have grown up to be if my parents weren't such snobby assholes...I'd still be Isaac Montana, Uptown kid...that thought alone gave me the will to keep on working. It was midnight, and the day-shift guys were just about to leave. I felt a tap on my shoulder, and I turned to see Detective Ackley staring down at me. He had a pleasant smile on his face, which was odd, what with what he did for a living. Detectives didn't really have that much money and they hardly ever spend time at home. Bill had a family he rarely saw, and I bet that created rifts between him and his family, huge rifts that could eventually break his family apart.

"Hey...you need anything before we leave? Night shift doesn't come in until twelve. You'll be alone in here for two hours..." Bill offered. I shook my head.

"Bill, I have chocolate covered coffee beans, pixie sticks, iced tea, there's a coffee machine right around the corner, and I was just offered a ride home by Chief Irons. I'd rather stay where there are guns, open spaces, and surveillance cameras." I replied, wired from the coffee beans. Bill chuckled, ruffled up my red hair that I kept long enough to cover my eyes and left. I kept on typing, eventually finishing the preliminary report and finally digging into the untouched pile of paperwork left on my desk from yesterday and earlier today. The lights went out, which was actually protocol in the Precinct. I shook my head and continued working, mindlessly writing police codes and the words of the reports verbatim. Fifteen minutes after ten, I heard the radio in the Radio Contact Room go off. I got up, and made my way to the room.

I inspected the room, thinking someone else was here. "Hello?! Anybody in here? You shouldn't be leaving the radio on..." I called into the room. Nobody was here. I shrugged and turned to leave when the radio gave of the sound static once again. I spun around and looked at the radio, terrified. I moved closer and picked up the microphone. "Hello? Anyone there?" I asked into the receiver. More static. Suddenly a voice came through.

"This is copter S. T. A. R. S. Alpha requesting permission to land..." The voice said shakily. The static made the voice unrecognisable, but I still got the gist of the message. Why was the STARS Chopper coming in for a landing so soon? Did they find the others and they came back already? Excited, I pressed the return lever.

"Permission granted Alpha Chopper, welcome back..." I said, turning off the radio and running out of the room, heading for the rooftop stairs. Desks and doors whizzed by me as I sprinted for the Rooftop Entrance door; my caffeine induced boost renewing my energy. I slid to a stop in front of the door and tore it open, flying up the stairs. I burst through the door leading to the roof, feeling the wind blast past me, ruffling up my clothes and my hair. I looked up, and there descending slowly was the STARS chopper. Although I was excited to see my friends and maybe even my girlfriend alive again, I could feel something was up, but I didn't know what. I watched as the chopper touched down, but the only one who came out of the flying machine was Brad.

He looked terrified, pale and dishevelled, and when he took of the flying helmet he revealed his eyes to be bloodshot, and his cheeks were stained with dried tears. Something was definitely up...

---End Chapter 6---

Thanks for reading...someone...hopefully...anyway, if you read this, please review and tell me which style you liked me writing in. I'm partial to First Person right now, but I'm okay with it if people say my Third Person writing is better. Hope you all liked this long, boring chapter.