Hey guys! I'm back from my sleep induced writer's block. I've lost a lot of sleep in the last few weeks and it caused me to fall asleep every time I lie down on a soft surface for more than fifteen minutes. This is a short chapter, I know, but I like it because it's now guaranteed that Isaac is more than capable of handling himself. And in the small flashback fight scene, if anyone can tell me what the attack Chris used is, the next chapter will be dedicated to them! (Fair deal, no? (wink) )

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 13)

(September 28th, 2:05 AM 1998.)

(2 days, 21 hours, 55 minutes, 16 seconds)

I stared down at the trail of blood, not really knowing what to do. This was getting too weird. It was exactly the same as that dream I had. Looking like someone was dragging a foot or something, limping. If this was my hallucination coming true, then maybe I'll be able to find the synthesizer. I began to walk briskly but cautiously down the hall, following the trail of smudged life liquid. I kept my gun tightly gripped in my hands, looking left and right for anything that could be of any hostility. The trail seemed like it was going on forever. I glanced at my watch, the digital readout saying that it was now ten minutes past two AM. I've been walking for five minutes straight.

"I hate Umbrella; they had to make their Hospital so goddamn complex. I feel like this place is a freaking labyrinth." I cursed. Suddenly I heard two moans and two pairs of dragging feet coming from the hall connecting to mine. I stopped and readied my gun. Suddenly more moaning hit my ears, and there were three distinct tones. I had to deal with five. Hopefully what Chris taught me would come in handy...

(Flashback)

"So, you ready Isaac?" Chris asked, standing across from me on the mat. This was my first class Chris forced me into. He said I needed to start being able to kill things in case of an emergency. So basically I was being trained to murder someone in cold blood. That was fine with me of course. The heat the STARS and I were getting from the Chief and Mayor Warren was getting a little dangerous. It's not all that great if a bunch of residents of the city decide to lynch mob me for what they think is a mockery of the heroic death of the members of STARS.

I nodded. "As ready as I'll ever be, up against someone at least eight inches taller than I am." I said, getting into a fighting stance. He nodded.

"Now...we won't stop until you can land three hits. Is that okay?" He stated. I agreed. I needed a little exercise anyway. I stood still, waiting for him to make the first move. It wasn't what I was expecting. He began to run forward, his fist reared back. Once he was in range however, he dropped and spun, sweeping the ground and tripping me. Shit...he caught me off guard. I rolled back a little, then pushed off the ground and landed on my feet again. Chris got up, blocking my first punch, moving fast and countering every move I made. I threw another punch at his chest, his hand catching my fist and twisting, and I felt my body flip, falling to the floor. Cursing, I changed my tactics. I swung my legs in a circle, catching Chris in the cheek as I got back to my feet. Holding his cheek, he smiled at me.

"Great. Two more hits to go..." He rushed me, throwing punches that I could barely avoid. I blocked his left hook, my forearm vibrating with the force of the swing. Suddenly his arm hooked onto mine and he suddenly flipped me back onto the ground. I felt the air rush out of my lungs for the second time, putting me in a daze. I did another Chinese Get-up and spun on my right foot, bring my heel crashing towards Chris' face in a roundhouse kick. At least, that was what I planned. He ducked under my leg and before I could catch myself his fist crashed into my chest, sending me rolling to the mat. I coughed and wheezed, trying to get more air into my body. No wonder Chris was in STARS, he was one hell of a fighter. I felt something wet drip from my mouth, and I first thought it was some saliva, but when I wiped it away, the spit had a scary amount of blood in it. I got up shakily, my legs weak from lack of oxygen.

"Isaac...it's okay to give up. You're bleeding." I heard Jill call from the edge of the mat. I shook my head and ran forward, and surprisingly, my movements began to be more fluid, looser.

"Good...you're starting to loosen up your muscles. Don't tense." Chris encouraged as he dodged my hands and feet. I yelled out every time I threw a punch or kick, and suddenly I began to feel it. A weird surge in strength. I ducked out of the way when Chris tried to kick me in the gut, spinning out of the way and bringing the back of my left hand to his left cheek. I was going to land this one, I know it. I felt it hit something, but when I looked I saw that what I hit wasn't what I was targeting. His hand held my arm tightly. I loosened up my joint for the next attempt, bringing my right hand backward to strike him, but as I suspected, he caught that hand as well. What I did next surprised him. I jumped, doing a forward flip on the spot; my heels catching Chris on the chin, making him fall to the ground.

I watched him get up while panting heavily. I was using a hell of a lot of energy in this fight. Chris wiped the blood from his mouth still smiling. I smiled back. We were both enjoying this a lot. "That was a really scary move Isaac. Too bad you won't get the chance to do it again. I'll be going all out this time." He warned. I nodded; I was tired but ready for this. This time, I had to pay attention to his movements. I wasn't born with a 245 IQ for nothing. Chris leaned his body back, his left hand reared back into a fist while his right hand was opened. I then remembered something like this before. This was a charging lunge. Then I realized something else. I readied myself.

'Think you can fool me that easily, Chris?' I asked mentally.

Chris ran forward, his left hand ready for the punch he was going to give me. He threw the punch. I ducked at the last minute, dodging the first attack. I quickly spun counter-clockwise and out of the way as he spun and threw a right downward backhand, dodging it by a centimetre. This was my chance. I spun once more and brought my left foot crashing into his side. He let out a gust of air as I knocked the wind out of his lungs, hitting the ground. I panted in exhaustion, mentally and physically drained.

"How did you know how to dodge that?" Chris asked as he got up. I sat on the mat, propping myself up with my arms. I evened out my breathing before I began to speak.

"I've seen that attack before on T. V. You changed it by getting rid of the sword and making it a fake out. I realized it when you took that stance. You're right handed, so why would you use your left hand in a charging attack? I realized that you knew I was going to avoid the first punch, and you used the inertia of your punch to put a lot of force into your right backhand, but after that your chance would have been gone, because you'd be out of range. So I used that against you. I did those spins to keep myself in range. After you missed the backhand, I saw my chance." I explained. He laughed, as did I.

"Wow. You did all that in just a few seconds. I'm impressed." He told me.

"Damn right. I'm not just a geek you know." I scoffed. He smiled at me, and that was the last thing I saw before I passed out...

(End Flashback)

That was two months ago, and I've gotten substantially better. I even learned how to break necks. I waited until the first two zombies in the hall in front of me appeared, and when they did I picked them off from where I stood. They dropped, and I spun around, seeing that the three zombies that I heard had already appeared in my hallway. They extended their arms, mouths hanging open and letting out a terrifying, low moaning sound. I curled my finger around the trigger once more, firing at their heads. Three shots to three heads. It was that easy. They were far away so I didn't have too much trouble. I thought I was fine until I felt cold, clammy hands clamp down on my shoulders.

As the zombie tried to tighten it's grasp, I spun and wrenched myself out of the zombie's grasp, but even then I felt the tearing pain of its nails tearing small cuts into my shoulder. I yelled out in pain; it hurt like hell, and the wound felt dirtied. I didn't know whether or not I was infected, but I could deal with that later. I turned to the dead person, glaring daggers at it. I raised my gun through the pain in my shoulders and fired, the ghoul's head snapping back and it's arms flailing upwards, falling to the ground afterwards. I continued on my way, not even bothering to look around anymore. I had to find this synthesizer quick. I turned some corners and went through some doors, when suddenly I heard it. The panting and clicking. I turned my head quickly to catch a glimpse of a black something running past the hallway I had passed.

Without thinking I kept running. I had to put some distance between myself and whatever was coming. I knew that this thing was fast, and I mean fast. Once I was far enough away, I turned and stood my ground. I looked at the hallway, and saw it. It looked like a dog. A really creepy, ripped up, rotting dog. I quickly trained my gun on it and fired, the beast letting out a yelp and flying backwards, getting back up quickly. It bounded towards me, and I stopped firing. I followed it with the barrel, and it came extremely close, jumping up towards me. I fired, catching the monster dog in the neck and throwing it back. I followed it, and before it could get back up again I began to fire at it over and over slowly. By the third shot, it gave a loud yelp and stopped moving.

"Mutt..." I spat as I walked on. I turned right at the bend, finding a dead end, but the blood seemed to go into the wall. I smiled and checked my surroundings one more time before hurrying to the end of the hallway. I had to find a way to get through this wall. I searched the wall up and down and the wall to my left. Nothing. I turned my head to the right, and saw the slightest hint of blood on a very peculiar spot. I moved closer, but then spun around when I heard a moan from behind me. I raised my gun one more time and froze.

The barrel of my gun was staring my mother in the face. Her red hair was tied up in a ponytail, and she still had her lab coat on. Her neck had one single bite, but she looked like she'd been here for more than enough time for the virus to kill her. She let out a gargling noise, like her larynx was broken. Her eyes were glossed over, milky white. I scoffed and fired, the top of her head breaking apart and spraying the wall behind her. She dropped to her knees and fell to the floor soundlessly. I looked at her already dead body for five seconds then turned. I inspected the wall again and saw the smudge of blood. It looked like a finger.

Testing it out, I placed my index finger overtop the fingerprint and pressed, a circular panel pushing in. I watched in amazement as a wall panel opened and a handle came out, protruding from the white, sterile hospital paint like a sore thumb. I wrapped my hand around the bloody handle and pulled, the top end coming down and revealing a keypad. I groaned in exasperation.

"Jesus! What the hell is up with these Umbrella guys!" I exclaimed. I pulled out the file I got from the lab coat when I got in, and punched in the code. "6572..." Suddenly the keypad glowed green and the wall to my left opened up, sliding to the left. I turned and began to walk into the room, taken aback by the sudden blast of warm, humid air. As I passed through the doorway, the sliding wall slammed shut behind me. I looked around the room, dim, red lights obscuring the colour of blood. I walked forward, my shoes making a low tapping noise on the metal grate. Shadows danced around as the hanging lights swayed back and forth, adding to the eerie atmosphere.

I kept walking until I heard the faint sound of someone gasping in pain. I moved more quickly, finding a man in a bloody lab coat leaning on the wall beside a large metal contraption, which I assumed, was the synthesizer. The man looked close to death, a fine sheet of sweat on his forehead. He groaned in pain as he began to move, not significantly, but moved still. I didn't even bother with this. I pointed my gun at the man and fired my last loaded bullet into his head. He stopped moving, his head drooping low.

I stood up and looked at the machine. On top, the vials were placed upside-down, converging at one point in the middle, but the vials were still full. I smiled. That was pretty luck of me. The doctor was too weak from his injuries to finish making the vaccine. Not that it'd help him anyway. He was practically dead. I looked at the diagram of the synthesizer and found the button I needed to press. I did, and the liquid inside the vials began to drain into the machine, the machine making various whirring noises and the sound of bubbling, and ten seconds later the vial holding the glowing blue liquid filled up again, this time with a milky purple liquid. Once the vial was filled, I took it from its position in the synthesizer and inspected it closely. I popped the rubber cap off, the liquid smelling very sour and bitter. I stared at it for a few more seconds before shrugging.

'Bottoms up, I guess.' I thought as I brought the vial to my lips and tipped it upwards, drinking the disgusting, thick, sour, wretched liquid. My eyes began to water from the taste, and I was struggling to keep myself from vomiting as I finished the entire contents of the vial. I let it drop, the glass shattering on the metal floor. I doubled over, coughing and gagging a little as I felt the liquid go all the way down my throat and into my stomach. I then began to prepare the synthesizer for another dose. Better give some hope for someone else, if they can find this. I pushed the T-Blood into the clean, rubber capped vial I picked up earlier and placed it into the synthesizer, as well as the other ingredients. Once I was done I started to feel a little faint, and a little light-headed.

My body began to have a burning sensation, blinding me with white-hot pain. I grit my teeth in a struggle to keep consciousness, but I finally lost, falling to the floor. My vision blacked out as I watched the blood coming from the dead doctor slowly drip down the drain.

(End Chapter 13)

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