Hey! Sorry it took me so long to update! I was really sick last week and I had absolutely no time on the computer for much of anything besides school. Anyways, here's chapter 12, so enjoy!

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 12)

(September 28th, 1:45 AM 1998.)

(2 days, 22 hours, 45 minutes, 16 seconds)

"Okay...the arrows said the Chemical Lab was down the end of this hall..." I said to myself out loud. I kept hearing noises down the halls behind me but I couldn't force myself to look back and see what it was. It could have been something not too friendly, like that leech thing. Although that was true, I was getting rather bored. I wish I had someone to talk to, but Brent is probably off dying somewhere and those people I saw before were nowhere to be found. I passed into the Medical Supplies department where the Chem. Lab was supposed to be located, walking briskly past the endless row of lockers and doors that were probably used by the employees of the hospital, including my parents.

I stopped when I heard it. Dragging feet, and lots of them. Suddenly moans came from the end of the hall, where I was headed. I squinted to see what was going on. Zombies were pouring into the hallway, a fairly overwhelming number of them coming my way with their arms outstretched and mouths hanging open. Even from far away the putrid stench of rotting flesh filled the hallway, choking my senses. I had to struggle not to throw up the last semblance of food I had eaten in the last few hours. My mind blanked on ideas of what to do. They were getting closer and closer.

...Run...

I began to sweat profusely. I was frozen on the spot. Why weren't my legs working?

...I said run, damn it...

I struggled to make myself move and finally my feet began to respond, awkwardly taking a step backward. I began to take slow steps backward, my brain not even registering the fact that I should turn and run, or else I'll die.

...RUN! RUN! RUN! RUN! RUN! RUN!

My body finally seemed to get the message. I turned quickly and bolted down the hall, the zombies barely missing my collar. I pumped my legs faster, drowning out the pathetic, terrifying moans and groans with my laboured panting and the echoing sound of my leather work shoes hitting tile flooring quickly. I looked back, and saw that some were dispersing, while the ones that didn't have injuries on their legs were still following, quickly too. As soon as the numbers were dwindling to a number I could deal with, I turned and stopped running. I grabbed a gun; my left arm still pained from the crash, and trained it on the nearest zombie.

The closest was a woman. She also looked pregnant, her belly bloated out in the way expecting mothers always did. Her mouth hung open piteously, and she lumbered towards me fairly quickly for a dead person. I curled my index finger around the trigger, bracing myself for the recoil since I was only using one hand. I pulled the trigger all the way back, the explosion ringing in my ears as the woman's head flew back and she dropped to the floor. My arm felt like liquid from the shock, but I quickly got over it and pointed the firearm at the next head. I began to back up as I fired, keeping some distance between the zombies and I.

BLAM! BLAM!

The next two zombies dropped.

BLAM! BLAM!

For a strange reason, every time I fired my gun, I could feel a piece of me fade away. I began to not care about the lives I was taking. Not registering the fact that even though these people were dead, I wasn't even hesitating when I shot them. It was point and shoot, point and shoot. I could feel a part of my soul fade every time I fired.

BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! Click...

The gun was empty, and there were still a few more zombies still coming at me. I turned and ran, not really even changing my demeanour. This was survival, in its truest form. Completely disregarding other situations as long as you survive the current life-threatening one. I didn't like that feeling. It wasn't how I wanted to be. I turned right at the corner, still running. I pumped my legs faster, running past an open door. Suddenly I felt my collar tug at my neck, and warm hands pulled me back. I yelled out in surprise and terror, I was done for.

"Isaac! Shut the hell up!" I heard someone say. I felt a gloved hand cover my mouth, the smell of leather entering my nose. "Isaac! Be quiet! It's okay! You're safe!" I heard that same voice urge me. I stopped my muffled yells, opening my eyes. As I felt, a gloved hand was covering my mouth, and a large man pressed up against my back. I looked around and mentally cried out in joy. It was Kevin! He stood in front of me, looking relieved to see me alive, the burly man still wearing his RPD uniform. He looked worse for wear, his pants torn a little, dirt, blood, and grime spotting his clothes. Beside me, a woman in a waitress uniform knelt down and looked at me with a maternal aura coming from her. They were not enemies.

The gloved hand removed itself from my mouth, and the mystery man moved away from me. I stared at Kevin dumbfounded. "You're still alive? How? I was sure that most, if not all the police officers were killed already..." I said bluntly. Kevin chuckled.

"I didn't even know about this. I was off duty when we were attacked." He replied. Someone else walked into the room, a handgun in his hand.

"There's still some of them walking around, but if we can reach the Chemical Lab I can make the V-jolt." The brown haired man said as he walked in. Kevin addressed the man with a nod then turned back to me.

"We were resting here when we saw you walk by. You look like hell." Kevin said, answering the question floating in my mind. I nodded.

"I was picked up by Marv and Bill and brought to the Precinct, but the place was overrun earlier. I escaped through the vents yesterday. I was separated from another survivor by an oil tanker nearby." I replied. The brown haired man who walked in smiled, adjusting his glasses. He extended his hand to me, smiling.

"Dr. George Hamilton. I've heard a lot about you Mr. Brown." He stated politely. I awkwardly stared at his hand, then firmly grasped it and shook it.

"I'm Cindy. I worked at J's Bar." The blonde pony tailed woman said. I nodded and smiled. I turned to the man who had his hand on my mouth. I quirked an eyebrow at his appearance. He had hair tied back in a ponytail hanging down to his shoulder blades and he was wearing a faded yellow jumpsuit and leather gloves, and the tacky little badge on his right lapel said David.

"Mr. Indifferent here is David King." Kevin said with his trademark smile. David let out a scoff and turned his head away. I gave him a respectful nod that he didn't even see, and then turned my head when something was held in front of my face. I looked at it and suddenly became confused. It was a large amount of green powder on a plain piece of brown paper. I turned to Cindy, who was offering it to me with a smile.

"Here. Eat this. It'll help with your injuries." She said. I looked at Kevin, needing his signal that told me that it was okay. She could be poisoning me for all I knew. He nodded reassuringly. I nodded and took the piece of paper with the powder from Cindy graciously, bringing it to my mouth. I opened my mouth and tipped the paper up, the powder flowing into my mouth in a small stream. It tasted horrible but if Cindy and Kevin could handle it, I could handle it. I finished the gross tasting powder with an audible gulp and felt it slide down my throat relatively easily. Within seconds I began to feel better, like I hadn't been in a car accident and pieces of glass weren't embedded in my shoulder.

"Hey...I feel oddly okay now...what was that?" I asked. Cindy giggled.

"Medicinal herbs. The hospital was putting on classes on how to create medicine with the local plants. The plants around here give the best results." She replied. I nodded, not really getting it.

"Here." Dr. Hamilton said, tossing me a prescription bottle. I popped it open and saw pills with the same green powder inside. "These should be easier to ingest. There's enough to help keep you alive." He explained. I nodded and thanked them sincerely. They were being so helpful. Kevin and David got up, in the process of checking their guns.

"Come on. We've done enough resting. We need to get to the Chemical Lab." David stated. I nodded and got up, followed by George and Cindy. I slipped my empty gun into my pocket and reached into my left pocket for my other gun. I need to remind myself to reload the other one later. I moved my left arm, and found that it didn't hurt anymore. I began to pull the glass shards from my shoulder, biting my lip to get past the pain. One by one the shards came out, and I finally felt better. I felt my forehead and to my surprise, the gash was gone. It could still feel the caked on blood, but the wound itself had disappeared. I kept my amazement to myself, knowing that I still had something to do here.

I gripped my gun tightly, following the two taller, bigger men out the door and making sure nothing was coming, when I heard it. The metallic clattering like when the doctor was attacked. I looked around and then saw it. The leeches coming out of the vent. I stood my ground and I caught the first glimpse of the black mass of leeches that killed the doctor when I came in. I pulled the trigger on my gun; a loud screeching noise coming from the leeches as it stopped for a moment. I thought I had scared it into going away but I was wrong. It still poured itself out of the vent, slithering towards us. I fired three more shots before someone grabbed me by the collar and pulled me back.

"It's no use Isaac; you're not going to be able to kill that one right now. Make too much noise and another one of its buddies will show up." Kevin warned. I began to run on my own, leaving the monster behind. We turned the corner, David and George already doing battle with the rest of the undead I left behind. I sped up, seeing George struggling to keep his ground. I jumped and did a flying kick to one of the zombies who had grabbed him; the monster's head knocked off by the force of my kick. There was gunfire and zombies dropping everywhere. We finally cleared a path to the Chem. Lab, Cindy already inside. We closed the door, the metal sliding door keeping us safe for now.

I looked around and grimaced. This place looked worse for wear. Blood adorned the walls in a sort of macabre-like mosaic. The shelves were still intact though, so that was an upside. George and I began to scan through the bottles of chemicals, and I looked around, finding a seventy-five mL flask. I scanned the shelf and saw the first ingredient. Benzene serum. I grabbed it and began to pour twenty-five mL into the flask. After that I began to search for the other ingredients, their chemical formula clear and concise on the labels.

I found the bottle of 4, 5, 6, 8, 9-pentapentyl-2, 3-diphenyl-4-hexadecene (A/N: This is a real chemical although I haven't exactly handled it before. I know because I love Chemistry and I passed my Chemistry class with an A-plus. This is the IUPAC name for the chemical. CHEMISTRY GEEKS ROCK!) in the cupboard across the room, and nearby was the bottle of 2, 3, 4, 5-tetrabutyldecanoic Acid. I brought them to the flask and poured another twenty five-mL of both Chemicals, the flask filled to the seventy-five mL mark. The liquid in the flask now had a weird, almost glowing blue colour to it. I placed the rubber stopper on the bottle, sealing the liquid inside. I shrugged and looked around, fiddling around the shelves and cupboards to find a needle. I finally found one still clean and sterilized in its little packet and stuffed it into the pocket near the middle of my right jeans leg. I carefully placed the glowing flask in my other pocket, careful not to break it or anything.

I began to look around again, finding the other two ingredients that could be found here. The V-poison and the L-venom. I put them in my jacket pocket, having almost everything I needed. Now I just needed a sample of the T-blood. That was what the needle was for. I continued to search the room, finding an empty vial that I could use, which I found on one of the counters in the room. I looked around and saw that George had just found what they were looking for.

"You ready?" Kevin asked. I nodded. I needed to capture one of the leeches alive so I could get to its blood. I followed the rest of them out. As I suspected the zombies that were still alive were waiting. I had to keep my items safe from them. I began to fire at their heads one at a time, the others clearing a path for us. Suddenly there was the clattering noise again. I began to look for it. I looked down the hall in front of us, then behind us, and there were leeches struggling to get through the small opening underneath one of the doors. The coast was clear and the monster didn't know enough to open a knobbed door, so I was safe for a few seconds.

I ran back to the door, pulling out the needle and slipping off the protective cap. I knelt down, cautiously nearing the needle to the screeching, squirming black leech. It was stuck. I slowly caught the leech's midsection with the needle, the little worm letting out a small cry as I pulled back the plunger, extracting its blood. Once the needle was full, I replaced the protective cap and began to run back to rejoin the rest of my temporary group. I felt something slimy hit my shoulder, and something wet and slick began to pierce the flesh in my arm. I screamed in pain, alerting my friends. I looked back to see that damn leech monster with it's arm extended, the leeches on the end causing me terrible, agonizing, burning, blinding pain as they extracted blood, an ironic revenge since I extracted blood from one of it's brethren.

An axe came down on the extended appendage, ripping its grasp from me. I wrenched the leftover worms from my shoulder, the wound dripping copious amounts of blood onto the floor. I felt weak. Something from that leech was making me feel weak. Suddenly I felt Kevin lift me up, draping me over his shoulders and ran, the leech monster following us.

"Hang on, Izz...you'll be okay..." He assured me. I was barely coherent. We ran all the way back to the conjunction at the front desk, my police officer friend helping me down. I used my good hand to reach into my pocket and grab the bottle of pills Dr. Hamilton gave me. I popped it open and slipped a pill onto my hand. I quickly dry-swallowed it, needing it to take effect quickly.

...plip plip...

My blood hit the floor in droplets, staining my clothes. I felt the pills taking effect, stopping the blood flow and numbing the pain from the wound in my shoulder.

...plip...

The bleeding and dripping stopped, and I began to feel mildly better. Hopefully this wasn't all for naught. If I died and became a zombie I would be failing myself. I got up, my head spinning slowly. I shook the feeling away and turned to my companions.

"I'm sorry, but this is where I leave you all." I stated.

"What? Why? You're injured!" Kevin argued. I nodded.

"I'm okay with that, but I don't want to put you in anymore danger. You've helped me enough. I can get through the rest of this alone." I replied. Kevin was about to retort when David spoke up.

"Kevin. Let him do as he pleases. He's a strong kid. He'll be fine by himself." David said. I smiled at the longhaired man. He looked at me and nodded. From the glint in his eyes I realized that he knew what I was going to do. Kevin looked at David, then at me, unsure about letting me go by myself.

"Are you sure you'll be all right by yourself?" He asked. I nodded sincerely. I would be. He ruffled up my hair and nodded. "Don't get killed okay? You're young. Try to stay alive for your future." Kevin said, probably in an attempt to inspire me. I nodded. I began to walk around, able to totally bypass the step of going to this Dr. Marcus' lab to get a T-blood sample. Now I needed to find the room with the synthesizer. I turned some corners, then noticed a trail of blood leading onward.

"Wow...deja vu..." I said to myself.

(End Chapter 12)

Cheers for Isaac! He's been hurt! (A/N: I believe I am on a very strong form of crack while writing this, but it's still funny.) Anyway! Read and Review and tell me what you think of this chapter.