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Full Part 2 summary: Isaac's paranoia is his only way to survive the events of Raccoon City those fateful nights in late September, when the city becomes a real-life necropolis. Death hangs in the air, and people are dying left and right. Slowly, Isaac realizes that not only are his friends dying, his faith in other people are dying with them. Soon, he comes to the point where his humanity is so buried by tragedy and death he becomes uncaring for other people's lives. Faced with an enemy that won't stop until he is dead, he must live through the nightmare.

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

(Chapter 11)

(September 28th, 1:00 AM 1998.)

(2 days, 23 hours, 2 minutes, 16 seconds)

"Hey...Isaac...Isaac...wake up." I heard the voice of Brent say. I opened my eyes, the dim light blurring my vision for a moment. I rubbed my eyes and yawned, stretching my arms. I sat up and turned my head to Brent, the man looking as calm as ever. There was a bruise on his nose from earlier, but he still looked alive. I slapped my face semi-hard to wake myself up fully, the sharp pain doing just that. "I'm going with you..." He stated. I looked at him in confusion.

"What?" I asked. It was all I could say for now. He was so dead set on hiding and now he's agreeing to meet death head on with me? What was his reason?

"I'm going to go with you. I did some thinking and you were right. We can choose the way our lives go. How we can reflect on it later. If I die here at least I know I went down with courage and conviction." He replied bravely. I smirked and rolled my eyes. I got up and checked my pockets and stuff to make sure everything was where they should be. Guns...check...disks...check...I was all set and ready to go. Ready to survive.

"Okay. Well, for now we have to make it to a vehicle of some sort. It'll keep us protected for a while. Hopefully then we can make it out of the city." I said, pulling the slider back on both guns. "Do you have any weapons you can use?" I asked the older man. He walked across the room and reached behind a stack of boxes, pulling out a standard police issue shotgun. He pumped the stock, ready to fight. I smiled. We walked casually out of the room, heading upstairs. We walked out of the building, seeing the street completely deserted. Fires blazed in various places, but for the most part the street looked safe.

"Come on, the hospital could be a really safe place to go right now. We'll probably need the medical supplies too." Brent said. I nodded as we began to cautiously walk down the street in the direction of the hospital.

"Brent...is there any particular reason you changed your mind for? I believe what you said earlier but it can't just be that one reason." I asked as we walked past the precinct. The shutters were all closed down, the doors blocked by the metal. That was okay, I didn't really want to go back there right now anyway.

"I just think you were right. Besides, you need someone to watch your back." He replied cheekily. I scoffed.

"Yeah right...you were probably scared of being alone in that room of yours. You probably don't even know how to use that shotgun you've got there..." I mocked. He pointed the shotgun at my head, but unfortunately for him I had already pointed one of my handguns at his temple. "Nice try. Its best if you just stay on my good side...I don't really know you so I won't feel as bad if I put a bullet in your brain. I'm not just brain you know..." I warned. He lowered his gun, and I slowly lowered the barrel of my gun. "Nonetheless...I appreciate your help..." I finished with a smile. He smiled back and that's when I saw it...the truck...that beautiful piece of metal. I looked at Brent with relief on my face, and the expression was reflected on the businessman's face.

We made a dash for the car, checking if there was anything in the back, in the seats, or anything else. We needed to be totally safe or else this plan of escape wouldn't work. There was nothing here, thank God. We tried the doors, and found them locked. "Shit..." I cursed. Suddenly I came up with a rather quick way of getting in. I slipped my shirt off, leaving me in the wife beater I always wore under it, wrapping the cloth tight around my hand. "Brent...do as I do, okay?" I told him. He looked over at me with my wrapped hand, and then took off his jacket. I stepped back, then moved forward with my clothed fist slamming through the window, the glass shattering into little pieces and showered the driver's seat with little shards. I unwrapped my hand and ruffled my shirt to get excess glass off before putting it back on. A similar crash came from the passenger side window, Brent's hand reaching in and unlocking the door. I swept the seat of the glass and got in with Brent, closing and locking the doors.

"What now?" He asked. I reached to the steering column, finding the fuse plug. Honestly car companies should learn to hide the fuses. I pulled it hard, ripping the fuses from the column. I stripped two wires and began rubbing them together, the truck making attempts to start. "Holy shit, are you hotwiring a fuckin' car? Where did you learn all this?" He asked incredulously. I shrugged and kept working.

"I learned it from a bunch of my friends up in Canada. They were kind of street punks. Its not as hard as it looks you know." I replied. I remember when I learned how to hotwire a car. It wasn't as easy as it always looked on TV, but I got the hang of it. Blame Brian for his street smarts, he's the one who taught me. The car kept sputtering, trying to start while I rested my head on the top of the steering wheel.

"Shit...Isaac...hurry up!" Brent said suddenly. I brushed him off without saying a word. "Isaac! I'm serious! Hurry the fuck up!" Brent yelled. I looked up and saw them. Twenty of them to be exact. They were coming closer, probably attracted to the noise of the glass breaking. My heart began to pound as I bent down again, scraping the stripped wires together. The truck sputtered still, trying to start. I looked up for a moment and saw the mob getting closer. They were about ten meters away. "Isaac! I swear to God! GET THIS FUCKING HEAP RUNNING!" Brent yelled.

"I'M TRYING! THIS THING WON'T START!" I yelled as I worked desperately to get the truck started. I looked up and saw that they were about seven meters away now. "SHIT! SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT! COME ON YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!" I yelled. I glanced up again and my face began to pale. They were five meters away and closing in. I kept scraping the wires together, and the moans kept getting louder and louder. They were close. I could smell them over my own sweat. Suddenly I heard a spark and the engine roared to life. I gasped in relief while shifting the gear into drive when I felt cold hands grip my shoulders hard, a moaning sound coming into my left ear. I tried to wrestle the hands off of me, but their grip was surprisingly strong for a dead person.

"BRENT! GET THIS THING OFF OF ME!" I screamed. I felt a pull on my pants, and a second later the explosion of a gun firing deafened my ears and a bullet whizzed past my face, an explosion of blood and gore coming out the back of the zombie's skull. I pressed the gas pedal as far as it would go as the zombie let go, the truck peeling out and going forward. "BUCKLE IN!" I shouted, the two of us putting on our seatbelts. In my mind I kept thinking that that was a little too close for comfort, and I shook my head while breathing heavily as I drove down Augustine way. We were safe, for now.

"So, what's your story?" I asked. I waited for an answer. None came. I turned to Brent before returning my eyes to the road. He wasn't even paying attention to me. "Are you even listening?" I asked. Brent jerked into coherency looking around.

"Huh? What?" He asked in confusion. I gently swerved to avoid a roadblock before turning down Fuller Avenue.

"I asked what your story was..." I repeated.

"What do you mean?" He asked. I rolled my eyes.

"Well, I want some information on you. I can't just keep telling you about my life when I know almost nothing about you..." I responded cheekily. Brent nodded.

"I'm an office worker. Boring job really. I've been hiding since last night. The police didn't even know that we were getting attacked, and we were right beside them. That's basically my life since I met up with you." He replied. I raised my eyebrows in mocking understanding.

"Wow...that was so lucid I could barely read between the lines." I joked. "Seriously though, there wasn't anything in your life that was exciting or happy?" I asked. He shook his head. He stayed silent while I turned onto the street that led to the hospital.

"Nope. Orphaned at three, working by fourteen. Never had the time to be happy." He replied. I looked at him with empathy. He was like me in a way. I never got to be happy for most of my life. It was always hardship, the teasing, the bullying, the snob parents, everyday felt like there was something up God's sleeve to make me even more miserable than I already was.

"Yeah. I had that a lot when I was younger too. My parents never really liked having me around. They said I was a disgrace to the family." I replied. "Fuck them...who cares, they were...AAAH!"

CRASH!

Suddenly we were rocked to the right, the door on my side crumpling inwards. I looked over at what hit us in a daze and saw an armoured van, two dead officers in it. I screamed in fear as we slammed into a brick wall, pinned to it by the black metal box. I shook off the dizziness, seeing that Brent was okay, just a little shaken. Myself on the other hand, was another story. I had a nasty gash on my forehead, blood running down the front of my face. Shards of glass embedded themselves into my left shoulder, blood steadily running down my arm. It wasn't broken or anything, just hurt. We had to get out of here.

"Brent, are you okay?" I asked. He nodded, breathing heavily. I tried moving my arm but I couldn't. It hurt like hell. "Well, my left arm is incapacitated for now, would you mind unbuckling me?" I said urgently. Brent nodded and reached over, pressing the button on the buckle, releasing me. I moved my left shoulder as little as possible, getting my feet onto the seat. I pulled out one of my guns with my right hand, firing at the glass. The glass crackled like spider webs emanating from the bullet holes I created, and with the butt of my gun I broke the window. I stepped onto the dashboard, followed by Brent as we crawled out of the truck. I jumped down to the ground first, then quickly turned when I saw headlights hitting my eyes. An oil tanker truck was barrelling towards me. I ran forward, ignoring the pain in my shoulder and the bruising on my legs and threw myself to the ground just as the truck slammed into the wall in between Brent and I. Before that I heard the sounds of him running on top of the car and jumping off, I myself got up and ran away a little more when I was blown forward by the explosion coming from the tanker truck.

I was airborne for a good three seconds before I hit the ground, rolling on my side and experiencing excruciating, mind numbing pain. I got up, worried for Brent's safety. "BRENT! ARE YOU OKAY?" I yelled over the roar of the flames. I couldn't hear anything. Shit...I spun when I heard multiple moaning sounds coming from all around me. Zombies were converging on me from the alleyways. I raised my gun, firing at the heads of some of them, the dead people falling. I looked around quickly, seeing that I was right in front of the hospital. Yes! I fired at the zombies, clearing a path for myself. I ran forward, ignoring the mild pain in my legs from the crash and passed the approaching zombie horde. I ran up the steps to the hospital, banging on the doors. The sliding doors weren't working anymore. Cursing, I looked around for an alternate way in.

There was something important in the alley to my left. I could sense it. My vision was getting drawn towards it as soon as I started searching. I ran and hopped the rail, hitting the lower ground and running. There were no zombies coming from here, which was odd. You would think that there would be, especially now, but I guess not. I ran into the alleyway, the zombies too slow to catch up with me. I looked around, then inwardly thanked God for what I found. An open fire escape door. I pumped my legs harder, getting away from the hordes closing in on me and running into the fire escape. I grabbed the door and slammed it shut afterwards, the metal door hopefully keeping them out. I stood in front of the door, panting and regaining my senses. My adrenalin levels were peaked, the gash on my forehead feeling like a dull itch right now. I looked around and saw that the fire escape led upstairs.

I jogged up the stairs, wiping the blood on my face away. Everything was really quiet here. There was something really wrong here. I kept hearing a kind of squeaking noise, but I couldn't pinpoint where it was coming from. I walked onto the second floor, obstructed by another metal door with a small window looking in on one of the rooms of the hospital. There were rows of beds on one side of the room, and near the door leading out of the room, a man lay unconscious. There were about eight people standing near the door, talking. I couldn't really make out what they were saying, but one of them, the short blonde black man paced around the room, his mouth moving and his arms fidgeting. They all talked about something before nodding, the eight of them splitting into two groups and leaving. I stayed there; watching for a moment before the man on the bed began to stir.

Near me a vent's grate fell to the floor, and what looked like black, shining worms fell to the floor. I watched, disgusted until suddenly a hideous mass of those black things crawled out of the vent and landed on the floor, looking almost human. I ducked lower beneath the glass, making sure the creature couldn't see me while it shambled or even slithered toward the rousing man on the bed. The man himself finally became coherent, but then watched in terror as the black mass of what I now knew to be larger than normal leeches towered over him. The thing bent over the man, the leeches over taking his body, his screams gargled out by the leeches. Splashes of blood hit the floor as the leeches ripped him apart, not just sucking out his blood. I watched with horror stricken eyes as the man was torn to pieces by this monster. The thing got up, turned around and began to slowly walk in my direction. I ducked quickly, hiding from this abomination.

Being so close to it's entry point I could hear it slither up into the vent and away, possibly following the group of people. Once I knew it was gone, I pushed the emergency door open and ran into the room. I stayed cautious and silent, listening for the leech...man, that thing that killed that guy in the room. I looked around, finding a doctor's lab coat. It had splashes of blood on it, like mostly every other object in this room, but I kept noticing something in the front pocket, the pocket without any blood whatsoever. I came closer to it and reached in, finding nothing but a piece of paper. I pulled it out, some of my own blood getting onto it. I opened it up, finding that it was a message from one doctor to another.

'Message to Dr Phillip Bergman, Lead Researcher for Antivirus Project.

Sent by Assistant Researcher Lily Angelus

File 319, Antigen 'T' Experiment 15

Sir, we've done it. A cure and vaccine to the virus can be made. We've tested the mixture you've concocted, taking into account and using all the different methods of infection from the creatures that have been created and in all the tests there had been no sign of mutation or any side effects.

All the ingredients have been listed below. Most can be found in the Chemical Lab three on floor 2, section one and the more complex ingredients can be found in the leech samples of Dr. James Marcus, deceased. The leeches are in the test lab five, in floor 2, section three. Take these and bring them to the chemical synthesizer in the...-m on floor two. The code is 6572. Show this to the administrators and that promotion is surely going to be yours.

List of Ingredients:

2, 3, 4, 5-tetrabutyldecanoic Acid (Chemical Lab 3)

4, 5, 6, 8, 9-pentapentyl-3, 2-diphenyl-4-hexadecene (Chem. Lab 3)

Benzene Serum (Chemical Lab 3)

Note: Be sure to fill one seventy-five mL flask with the above chemicals evenly.

T-blood sample (Pure injection from Leech Sample required)

V-poison (Chemical Lab 3)

L-venom (Chemical Lab 3)'

I stared at the piece of paper with renewed hope. There was a vaccine, a cure to this horrific virus. I folded the paper back up and began to search for a map. I had no idea where anything was in here. I began to run through the halls, looking for some sort of direction to the places I needed to go. I passed by the elevators and found myself at the reception desk for the second floor. I looked around, seeing a broken computer and a woman lying idle on her desk, various bites adorning her already mangled body. I didn't even hesitate this time. I raised my gun to her head and fired. I then looked around, then up and saw the sign pointing me to various places on the second floor.

Chemical Labs were to the right, and test labs were down the hall on the left. I would have to go two opposite ways and then find the room with this synthesizer they were talking about. Shrugging, I began my journey.

(End Chapter 11)

Yay! Isaac is finally getting to show his receding humanity! As always! Read and Review and tell me what you think!