Here's chapter 7. I'm actually very proud of myself for actually bringing this story where it has gone so far. In the beginning it was just an idea that popped up in my head. Now I've actually gotten awesome writers like noctorro, Shakhanna and HHOD giving me pointers and stuff.

And in reply to the review I recieved for Chapter 6: I really appreciate your insights HHOD. I'm actually very comfortable writing in first person view right now. It gives me the chance to explore my main character's psyche and protray his emotions with thought. The fact that it is so easy is that his personality is almost exactly the same as mine. I feel comfortable with those restrictions but to some degree with my character, he can lessen those restrictions because he is extremely smart in both intelligence and street smarts. It's easy for him to read emotions and read between the lines when he wants to. So, I thank you for your review. Really, I wish I could write just as good as you do. I can't wait for the next chapter of your story.

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 7---

With every step forward, I could feel a new blast of anxiety wash over me. Where was everyone else? Why was Brad the only one to come back? Soon my mind began to run through millions and millions of possibilities. Paranoia was gnawing at every part of my brain, my breathing became erratic and my heart sped up. Did he abandon them? Did he leave them for dead? Did he betray them and just led them into a trap? All those possibilities made the underlying anger in me explode like a back draft in a burning building. I clenched and unclenched my fists, moving towards Brad.

"Brad! What the hell are you doing back!? Where are the others!?" I yelled angrily over the roar of the copter blades. He shook his head, wiping more tears away from his eyes. I watched him come closer, terrified. Every passing second I was getting more and more angry. When he was within hearing range, he yelled out his reply.

"They're still there! There are things out there! They got Joseph and... I couldn't stay there! They could have gotten me!" He yelled back. As soon as I heard that I snapped. I stood rigid, glaring at this coward of a man. I moved closer and pulled my fist back. I threw the first punch, the blow connecting with his chin and sending him staggering back onto the ground. "What the hell are you doing!?" He yelled. I bent down and grabbed him by his collar. I pulled him back to his feet and stared right into his eyes.

"You're going back...you hear me!?" I yelled. I shook him for good measure. "You're going to go back, and you better hope to God Rebecca and the others are okay...because if they aren't, I swear to God I will make your every waking moment something worse than hell!" I threatened. Brad looked terrified.

"B-but...I'll die if I go back there!" Brad yelled back.

"That's not my fucking problem! You're going back and you are going to bring them back alive!" I yelled back, pushing him to the ground. I walked past him and opened up the passenger door of the helicopter. I inspected the vehicle, finding nothing but regular handguns and police standard issue shotguns. I slammed the door and walked back to Brad, grabbing him by the back of his collar and dragging him downstairs. I threw the rooftop access door open, dragging the older man into the S.T.A.R.S. Heavy Artillery Weapons Section. I pushed him over to the cages and ordered him to open the lock. The cages wouldn't open unless a member of S.T.A.R.S. was the one to open it.

Brad stood in front of the gate, putting his ID number into the keypad. The keypad glowed green and the sound of the lock unlocking was heard. I grabbed him by the collar again and led him to the rocket launcher, which the precinct had confiscated from a terrorist group a year ago. "Here, help me with this..." I told him as I bent down to pick up the huge piece of artillery. It was surprisingly light, but that was only because it wasn't loaded. I hauled it laboriously onto my shoulder and grabbed the suitcase of rockets that was found with it. I handed it carefully to Brad, who shook and trembled with what was quite possibly shame and fear. I glared at him.

"You know...I kept hearing things from the others about how you were such a chicken in bad situations, but I NEVER would have thought you were this much of a pussy!" I growled. I looked at his expression. He was ashamed of himself, as he should be. Then he tried defending himself.

"But I had no choice! I was afraid! I could've died!" He said pleadingly. I snapped back at him.

"And you should have. You left your comrades out in the field on a potentially deadly mission, and you said so yourself, Joseph died," We passed by my desk, stopping for a moment to grab another chocolate covered coffee bean and pop it into my mouth.

"...Brad, there is a fine line between cautiousness and straight up cowardice. I have absolutely no respect for cowards, so this is your one chance to redeem yourself." I told him. Brad nodded. We hauled the equipment up the stairs and onto the roof, where I knelt down and carefully put the launcher on the ground so I could load it. I grabbed the suitcase and loaded the four barrels with rockets, locking them into position. I picked it back up and got Brad to open the helicopter door. I placed it on the seat, making sure that nothing would make it go off. I closed the door and turned back to Brad. I grabbed him by the collar once again and pulled him toward the pilot side door.

"Here. The chopper is already stocked with firearms, more than enough for you to defend yourself against whatever is up there. Now go and get the others." I ordered, shoving Brad toward the chopper door. He looked pleadingly at me one more time, but I wasn't going to let up. I glared back, daring him to say another word. He sighed deeply and turned, getting into the chopper. The rotors spun faster, the wind picked up, and the metal contraption rose into the air. I calmed down somewhat when I watched Brad fly off in the direction of the mountains, disappearing in the all-consuming darkness of the night. I sighed and walked back downstairs, a fresh bout of anxiety tugging at my stomach.

'Fuck...this could be REALLY serious! I mean, Brad IS kind of a chicken but he seemed genuinely terrified to go back! Was there really a group of cannibals eating people?'

I walked down the stairs, returning to the second floor. I walked back to the area where my desk resided and just stood there, staring at the darkened building and the man-made glow of the computer screen savers. Suddenly flashes of light burst in my eyes, the last flash showing me another one of my hallucinations. Instead of the police department where I worked and made money, the interior of the new hospital established by the Umbrella Corporation a year ago. I blinked to see if this was real, to see if this was another one of those images my mind was making up. On the ground was a path of blood, leading down the halls. I could hear the telltale sound of something far away, something that was coming closer.

'Don't follow the blood...don't follow the blood...' I kept telling myself. I kept willing my body to not follow the trail of blood, not to find out where it led but it was in vain for my body unwillingly moved forward, rather quickly I might add as well. I turned some corners, ignoring the people standing rather dumbly in connecting corridors, finding that the blood led into the wall. I heard the sound of a person shuffling their feet and spun around, raising my gun up and firing, catching the woman behind me between the eyes.

'Oh...shit...I just killed someone...I killed someone...fuck! I am in deep shit now...' I mentally rambled in shock.

Without even blinking, I turned back around and began searching for something. I looked down, then up only to find nothing. I looked to my right on the wall and saw some sort of keypad. I began to tap random numbers into the keypad.

"43968..." The keypad glowed red, signifying that the code was wrong. "...72345..." Wrong again. I slammed my fist into the keypad in anger. "...Fuck!" Suddenly the keypad glowed green, and the sound of a hatched door opening filled the silence. The wall suddenly separated, a greenish glow coming from the now open secret room. I slipped inside and felt the overwhelming humidity of the room. I kept following the blood until it led me to the body of a man, various bite marks adorning his body. I pointed my gun at his head and fired without even a second glance. I looked around the room, finding a large piece of machinery. I reached into my pocket and felt a piece of paper.

I pulled it out and scanned through it. There were smudges and bits of blood on the paper, blotting out some of the words on it. I began to read the file; not really getting the message but that didn't really matter.

'Message to Dr Phillip Bergman, Lead...for the...Project...

Sent by Assistant Researcher Lily Angelus.

File 319, Anti.... Experiment 15.

Sir, we've...it. A....-ine to the v-...can be made. We've te-...the mixtures...-'ve concocted, taking into account and using all the different...-res that have been...-ted and in all the tests there had been no sign of...-ation and...-ll the ingredients have been listed be-...most can be found in...-in floor 2, section three. Take these and bring them to the...-sizer in the...-m...the...-de is...that promotion is surely going to be yours...'

A list of compounds and materials were listed, some of them words I couldn't even pronounce. Under that was a diagram of the machine I was standing before, showing me to place vials of these materials into the synthesizer and press the button. God, some people actually need this kind of help? A diagram showing them how to put something into a machine with slots for the specific ingredients and how to press a button?! My eyes traveled to the synthesizer, seeing vials already in their appropriate slots. I reached for the button on the keypad. My head began to throb; my arm felt like it was on fire. I gripped my head and clenched my teeth, trying to fight back the sudden pain in my head.

I dropped to my knees, tears of pain falling to the floor from my eyes. Suddenly the pain subsided, and I didn't feel the choking humidity of the room I was in. I opened my eyes and found myself in the precinct, standing where I had been standing the whole time. I looked over at the clock and saw that it was twenty minutes to twelve. I had spent nearly twenty-five minutes in my own hallucination, standing in one spot. I had to go home. I had to clock out. I had been up almost two entire days. I walked to my desk and grabbed all my things, stuffed my candy and my bottle of iced tea into my pockets and headed downstairs to the exit. Suddenly I heard someone.

"You do not have to leave...your friends will be coming back very soon..." I spun to face whoever was talking and came face to face with a raven-haired man nearly three inches taller than me. I quirked an eyebrow.

"And you aren't authorized to be here. The Precinct is closed until the night-shift officers get here. I have to ask you to leave." I told him politely. The man chuckled and flicked a stray hair out of his face. He was wearing a pressed, expensive black Armani suit, his eyes appearing wise and mysterious. He was really creeping me out.

"It is funny, how Ms. Chambers will affect your life. By all the STARS members in fact. Your life is entwined with theirs, or it will be soon." He said. I narrowed my tired eyes.

"How the hell do you know Rebecca? And what do you mean by my life will be entwined with theirs?" I asked icily. He smiled and walked to one of the seats in the reception area, gesturing for me to sit down as he sat as well. I eyed him warily as I took a seat across from him, the man lighting up a cigarette. Yuck, I hate those things.

"You've saved their lives, you know? By packing that rocket launcher into the chopper you have inadvertently saved your friends. That's what you do best Mr. Brown, saving people. You love helping people. You love the satisfaction you get when you know you've done something for someone else to make them happy." He said to me, taking a puff of smoke. "But that in and of itself is your greatest flaw. Everyone becomes so dependent on you to help them that you have no time to help yourself. You feel as if those fleeting moments with Ms. Chambers are the times where you feel that everything is about you. You have a natural sense of other people's emotions, but even with Ms. Chambers you are not fully able to feel important." I glared.

"You watch me when I'm with Rebecca?!" I said increasingly angry. He laughed.

"I watch over the people I feel are important to my goals. You...Rebecca...the others. They all have something to contribute. Even people you don't know. The waitress, the journalist, the plumber, the subway man, the security guard, the mysterious Asian girl, and even a friend of yours in the Precinct. They all will be part of the grand scheme." He replied. I was getting more and more confused by the minute.

"Grand scheme? For what?" I asked. He smiled once again, the cigarette hanging out of his mouth. "Does this have something to do with the mission my friends are on?"

"One of them is a traitor. He led them to their deaths." He replied. I was shocked by what this man said. "And should you accomplish what I believe you will accomplish, he will try to kill you a total of three times. Not now, but soon." He told me.

"Who?" I asked. He smirked, making me all the more annoyed.

"You will find out soon enough." He said mysteriously. Fed up, I got to my feet and grabbed all my things. I looked at that man with anger.

"Okay then. Well, I've had enough of your cryptic shit. Nice meeting you, you creepy son of a bitch." I spat. I walked out of the precinct, hailing a taxi. One stopped, and I opened the door and got in. I gave him the address of my apartment building and drove off. I looked to my right and saw that creepy man smirking at me through the glass of the front doors.

I arrived at the front of my apartment building, handing the man money for the fare. I unlocked the door, then walked up the stairs to the third floor. I walked up to my door and unlocked it, stepping inside my dark home. I flipped on the lights, kicked off my shoes, locked the door and walked straight to my bedroom. I grabbed my alarm clock and set it to the time the sun was supposed to rise. That gave me a few hours to sleep. Hopefully when I wake up Rebecca and the others will be safe.

---End Chapter 7---

So there you have it folks. Chapter seven. As always I would appreciate a read and review with some contructive criticism. I like that. They help me make my story a LOT better.