Well, I finally got into the swing of writing, although I've gotten sick once again. DAMN THIS SICKNESS! And in response to HHOD's review, Thanks. I appreciate it. I didn't really know whether or not I was actually resolving the Mary-Sue-ness with the last chapter. I was just going with what I felt sounded right. I have morals, and I respect my mother. I tried to reflect that with Isaac's final act as his mother's son. Mothers are mothers, they are not just our carriers. They are meant to love and be loved. Or in Isaac's case, tolerated. Hahaha. Anyways, here's the next chapter.

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 15)

(September 28th, 5:05 PM 1998.)

(2 days, 6 hours, 55 minutes, 16 seconds)

I shook to the core in that dark shadow of mine, inwardly flinching at every footstep made by whatever was coming upstairs. If I wasn't a short, flimsy little midget of a man I would have been brave enough to stay where I was and face what was coming head on, but obviously I AM a short flimsy little midget of a man so I clamoured to my feet and hid behind the pillar I had been leaning against. I peeked my head out from behind the brisk column and stared at the stairway, looking to see what was coming.

The footsteps got louder and louder, when the vibrations finally resonated on the floor I was standing on. In the darkness I could barely make out the silhouette of what was entering the gear room, and even though I couldn't define its features, I knew in my mind that I was meant to be terrified. The thing was nearly twice as tall as I was, and numerous times burlier too. In it's right hand stood some sort of cylinder almost as big as the thing itself. Suddenly a great light came from outside, shining through the translucent glass of the giant clock, illuminating the creature with unholy white light.

It looked like a humanoid-shaped mass of swollen flesh bound in leather, wearing a kind of trench coat also made of leather. It's face looked the same as the rest of it's exposed body, swollen and glistening with some disgusting looking liquid. It seemed to grin at me with its lipless mouth, it's teeth jagged and having the slightest hint of yellow. In it's right hand it held up something equally as terrifying. It gleamed with a black metallic sheen, held up by the monster with extreme ease. I'm sure it had spotted me, it's head turned straight at me, but I was too terrified to make any move to conceal myself. It stared at me for a few more minutes with its one eye, then turned towards the balcony entrance. It burst through the door, brandishing the rocket launcher, then moved out of my sight, the only thing I could see was the silhouette of the monster through the glass.

I suddenly registered that there was another noise coming from outside, sounding like the relentless whirring of helicopter blades. I ducked behind the pillar when I suddenly heard gunshots, and the sound of glass shattering, bullets whizzing by and hitting almost everything. There was another sound overtop the bullets, almost like a hissing noise, and suddenly there was an explosion on the other side of the glass near the balcony, the wave of sound rushing through the glass and hitting me with all it's power. My body shook from the vibrations, and my ears rang violently. I felt my knees give way in sudden realization. I could've escaped. All I had to do was...

Tears sprang forth once more at the lost prospect of survival. I heard a crashing noise above me, and suddenly there was silence. It was a silence I'd never heard before. Almost stale, dead even.

Breathing heavily, I began to run toward the stairs, running away from whatever had killed my chances of surviving. I ran down the stairs as fast as I could, jumping the last five stairs on each flight all the way down to the main floor. The place looked wrecked; the chairs overturned, the sofa the man was sitting on crushed and broken, the table smashed to pieces and the man himself didn't even look like himself anymore. He lay limp against the wall, blood running down his face and from gashes in his stomach. His arms were twisted backwards, as well as his legs, and he had a look of extreme pain on his face. It seemed he tried fighting back, but obviously he failed. His shotgun was still at his knees.

I grabbed the shotgun and strapped it to me, needing a stronger weapon. Across the room was a large box of red cylinders, seemingly important with its blast caps. I looked closer and saw the label. "Shotgun Rounds..." It read. I swiped it and stashed it in my messenger bag, where my disks were kept as well as my one empty gun, the loaded one still in my pocket. I heard someone coming to the doors, and I acted quickly, running to my former hiding place near the foyer when I enter the clock tower through the back. I heard footsteps come in and stop, as if whoever was in here was looking around, then two more light steps and then the sound of something being picked up, then quick steps going upwards. I pumped the stock of my new shotgun, cocking it. I pushed off the wall and began to run towards the doors, shotgun at my waist and ready to be fired.

I burst through the double doors, finding the streets deserted. The sun had set already, typical of autumn. I looked around, searching for anything that would help me get out of here. Suddenly there was a terrible roar coming from above. I moved from underneath the balcony and looked up, seeing the monster clearly while I only saw the top of someone's head backing away slowly. I heard a footstep behind me and spun around, pointing the shotgun at whatever was there. A large automatic rifle being pointed at my head met me.

"Whoa there amigo...there's no fire..." I heard a gruff voice say. I quickly returned to a relaxed stance, showing this man that I meant no harm. He pointed the rifle away and revealed himself. The man wore a black, padded, many-pocketed vest over an olive green army style shirt, his pants the same colour as his shirt and had as many pockets as the vest. On his left lapel were the letters "U. B. C. S" and the Umbrella insignia. He looked like the man I've always wanted to be. He had strong, handsome features, although his hair was bordering along the lines of the Colorado Cascades. (A/N: HAHAHAHA! I love how my sister and I make fun of mullets!) I didn't change my demeanour in fear of seeming weak in front of one of Umbrella's grunts.

"Who the hell are you?" I demanded. The tanned man chuckled and brushed a stray hair back to where it belonged. That did not appease me, if anything, the man's actions were making me angrier.

"Carlos Oliviera of Umbrella Bio-weapon Countermeasures Service. Nice to meet you, amigo." He greeted. He extended his hand to me. "And you are?" He asked. I didn't move my hand, and my eyes never lost their narrow-ness.

"None of your business...I don't want trouble from Umbrella, amigo. So we never met...you got that?" I spat. He held his hands up in defence.

"Hey...whatever you want, hermanito..." He said with a friendly tone. "Anyway...I've never met you, or even seen you before. Why don't you want-" He was interrupted by a loud sizzling noise coming from up on the balcony. Carlos and I looked up to see that same monster teetering over the edge of the balcony, seemingly knocked out. "Ay Dios! I forgot about her!" He exclaimed. He ran inside the clock tower while I stared at the large monster up on the balcony. Suddenly the double doors flew open and Carlos and a brunette run out onto the street. They stopped in front of me, the brunette panting from exertion. She lifted her head and I was given one of the biggest shocks of my life.

She was wearing a tight, light blue tube top that I remembered so well from our many outings and the one date she had went on with Chris, and a tight black denim miniskirt, a white sweater tied around her waist. Strapped to her back was the large weapon I had seen near the soldier inside and various other holsters held handguns of various kinds. She looked as shocked as I did. "Isaac? Isaac, is that you?" She asked, walking towards me and inspecting my tattered and slightly bruised visage. "It is! I'm so glad you're safe! When I went to the precinct I ran into Marv, and he told me he hadn't seen you since the precinct was overrun!" She exclaimed. She hugged me, an action I returned with a relieved sigh, and I asked her a question.

"Are all the others from STARS okay? I know Chris, Barry and Rebecca left, but what about Brad?" I queried. She looked away, her eyes attempting to hide the sadness undoubtedly inside her. "Jill?" She looked at me and she shook her head, and suddenly my stomach dropped. I kept shaking my head, unwilling to accept it. "No...it can't...it can't be true...Brad...he's..." I stammered. I felt my mind running through all my memories of one of my best friends.

"I saw him earlier today. We were attacked just outside the precinct by something. I tried to stop it, but..."

"GRAAAAAAAGH!" We all froze because of this soul-shattering roar coming from the balcony. We all looked up and saw the large monster from before dropping down from high above. It hit the ground with a loud boom, cracking the ground beneath it with the sheer force and weight. I tried to steady myself through the vibrations, and by instinct I drew my new shotgun. I pointed but then Jill's voice hit my ears.

"No! Don't! It's no use! It's not after you anyway! Just run, Isaac!" Jill screamed. I didn't move from my spot.

"To HELL with that! You're my friend! I owe you more than being some coward who runs away!" I yelled back as I fired at the monster. The explosion rocked me, the booming sound stinging my ears. The monster turned to me, grinning with its lipless mouth. I pumped the shotgun again and fired, forcing the monster to flinch a little, which gave me the chance to get away from it. Suddenly the monster was engulfed in an explosion, knocking it back a forward and nearly crashing to the ground. I looked over at where it came from, and Jill stood there, holding the weapon from inside the Clock Tower as it smoked a little. I didn't notice the monster get back up quickly and the next thing I knew, I had a large hand around my neck, tightening it's grip and choking me, my feet dangling nearly two feet off the ground.

I gasped for air and kicked at the monster in a futile attempt to escape, my vision getting blurry. It lifted its right hand, the exposed flesh quivering and writhing beneath it's skin. Suddenly its palm opened up and a pointed thing snaked its way out. It pulled it's hand back, and I knew death was assured, when suddenly there was machine gun fire and the monster's head snapped to the side, the right hand already on it's way. The left arm was next to buckle, moving me slightly to the left and up, the tentacle going straight through my left shoulder. The pain was unbearable, and I could feel my flesh give way to this malicious intruder, and I yelled out in agony. The tentacle wriggled back out of my flesh, and the monster tossed me to the side like a rag doll. I hit the ground none too gracefully, rolling and then finally coming to a stop on my back. I felt dizzy again, but I got up anyway, holding my shotgun tight.

I grit my teeth to ignore the pain and ran towards the humanoid monster, pumping the stock of my shotgun once more. The monster had just given a nasty backhand to Carlos, knocking the man out. It turned to Jill and threw another punch, but Jill was fast enough to dodge, the monster stumbling and lowering its back a little. I looked and saw a bench not to far from the monster, and decided to do something rather drastic. I hopped up onto the bench and ran on top of it, watching Jill dodge the monster's punches over and over, and made a leap towards the monster once I had reached the edge of the bench. I slammed my heel into the monster's back, not really getting a reaction out of the monster, but that wasn't the objective of this pseudo leap of faith. I caught my right foot on top of the leather apron thing the monster wore, quickly pointed my shotgun at the monster's head and fired. I had thought my little stunt had worked, but suddenly the monster's arm swung back and slammed into my chest, sending me flying into the unconscious body of Carlos.

I opened my eyes in a daze, my vision going dark. I felt nausea grip me once again, and all I saw before I blacked out was one last explosion...please let Jill be okay...

(Eight Hours Later...)

"Isaac...wake up you idiot!" I heard a familiar voice call me none too politely. I opened my eyes and then closed them tightly to keep the offending light from my eyes. Suddenly I felt cold water splash onto my face, waking me up instantly. I sat up, shocked and soaked. I looked around and met chocolate eyes. The eyes began to grow a body, turning into someone I knew. The skin was darkly tanned, a trait of people of Pacific Coast Asians, the warm chocolate eyes icy and vindictive. The head began to grow hair that spiked in every direction, and the smile was unmistakable. The body formed, lean arms and legs set to match an equally strong torso. Clothes began to appear as well, Kris' signature white button up tee shirt worn with simple blue denim jeans. It was Kris.

"Well...what do you know? He wakes up! You took a pretty nasty beating." Kris spoke. I looked around, confused by this new setting I was in.

"What? Kris? What are you doing here?" I asked. Kris shrugged.

"I don't know. You're the one in this. This is your dream." Kris replied sarcastically. He knelt down beside me. "You're quite a piece of work, taking a hit from that thing without so much as a scratch, but hey, you never know. You could be really thick-skinned." Kris joked. I smiled at him, at which point he turned really serious. "You know that this situation is really dangerous. Someone is trying to kill you. It is more than certain now, more than ever. You've got to be careful." Kris warned.

"Who's trying to kill me?" I asked. Kris smiled again and faded, the light coming from his disintegrating form.

"Remember what I said Izz! You need to stay alive!" His voice echoed.

I suddenly woke up, feeling dizzy and disoriented, and my shoulder hurt like a bitch. I looked around and found myself back inside the Clock Tower, lying on some soft material. Over near the broken couch lay Carlos sans his vest, staring at the altar. He looked worried, afraid even. I looked over at the altar and saw Jill lying on the large stone table, unmoving. No! She...can't be...dead...she can't...

"Jill!" I yelled out as I ran over to her, passing Carlos and the broken furniture. I came to her side and stared fearfully down at her. She looked pale, her skin a pasty white. Her shoulder was wounded by a single puncture, and the bruise was unnaturally large around the torn flesh. She kept taking shallow breaths, and her eyes were scrunched up in pain. I put a hand to her forehead and pulled it away quickly. She was running an extremely high fever. I turned to Carlos in anger. "YOU! WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO HER?" I yelled. He flinched at my hate-filled words, his head hung low. I moved towards the tanned man, my emotions a swirling mass of rage and insecurity. "ANSWER ME! WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO HER?" I yelled. I grabbed him by his collar and shook him.

"SHE WAS INJURED, OKAY?" He yelled back at me. He looked down at the floor as I backed away. "That thing hit her. I woke up just as she was stabbed. She fainted soon afterwards, and I fought that thing off. It doesn't have its Rocket Launcher anymore. That's all the damage I could do to it." He said solemnly. I looked around, and saw all stuff near where I had been sleeping. "I'm pretty sure she's infected. In a few more hours, she'll die..." He added. Shit...wait...

"No, she won't..." I said to myself.

"What?" I nodded to myself and smiled in light of this new hope.

"That's right...she'll be okay. If I can get to the hospital, I can make her some of it." I said to myself, determined to save her life.

"What are you talking about?" Carlos demanded. I turned to him.

"There's a cure...there's a cure and vaccine to the virus." I replied, my voice quiet in reverie. "It's over at the hospital. We can go get it. It only takes a few minutes to gather the ingredients if we're careful." I continued. I bent down; grabbing my guns and my messenger bag, pulling out the bottle of pills Dr. Hamilton gave me. I found all the grey ones and a large red one, and walked over to Jill. I took a pill and opened Jill's mouth, putting the pill in her mouth. I began to massage her neck slowly; the older brunette forced to swallow the small capsule. I watched as the gash on her arm began to heal itself, but the blackness of the bruising still remained. I took two of the larger grey pills and placed it in her mouth, massaging her neck again. I placed the next pill in her mouth and made her swallow it as well. I got up and walked back to the entrance, throwing Carlos his vest.

"Where the hell are we going?" He asked as he put on his vest. I pulled the slider back on my handgun, getting ready for what was to come. I pulled him past Jill's body that was now not shivering. "What about Jill?" He asked.

"I've healed her external injuries. Now it's a test of Jill's will to live." I replied mysteriously. We got out of the Clock Tower through the back, where I had came in, meeting darkness and silence. I felt refreshed, since all I've been doing today was sleep. Despite having a puncture wound the size of a ping-pong ball; I was feeling rejuvenated and ready to meet Death itself. I gripped my gun as Carlos and I began to trek back to the Hospital. I steeled my nerves as soon as I heard the sound of dragging feet in an alleyway intersecting ours, and readied myself for what was to come. Carlos and I stopped in our tracks as soon as we saw the number of zombies coming towards us. I was sure there were more than twenty, and I only had about nine bullets left. Oh well...suddenly a box of handgun bullets were extended to me.

"Here. Take it." He said. I looked at Carlos and nodded, thanking him. I took the box and put it in my bag for later use. After that I began to fire, allowing the gun to use my arms as extensions of themselves as they pointed the barrel at the heads of the approaching zombies. I kept firing, more and more zombies falling to the ground, dead, when suddenly the sound of a machine gun firing hammered my ears. The zombies began to drop quickly as Carlos and I ran forward, and I used the last of my bullets on the zombie currently in my way. We ran past the second wave still approaching from our right, when I thought of something.

"I think we should split up!" I told Carlos. He looked at me incredulously.

"WHAT?" He asked. I turned my head to the next ten zombies.

"I'll lead most of them away from the Hospital, while you take out the stragglers. With the bullets you gave me it shouldn't be that much of a problem!" I told him. He looked at me, then the zombies, weighing the consequences. He then looked at me and nodded.

"Be careful though! I don't want Jill wakin' up and crying about how I let a good friend of hers die!" He yelled back. I nodded and began to make noise.

"HEY YOU UNDEAD MOTHERFUCKERS! COME ON! COME AFTER ME! FREE MEAL! FREE MEAL, RIGHT HERE!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. The zombies began to notice me, and some of them began to break out into a run at me, desperate to have a taste of my warm flesh. I turned tail and ran, the faster zombies trying to get at me. I heard gunfire where I left Carlos, but I didn't get the chance to stop and get rid of the zombies closing in on me.

"Duck!" I heard someone yell. I saw a glint of silver and dove under it, the zombie right behind me not so fortunate, everything the neck up detached and sent flying. I got up and turned to whoever killed the zombie in surprise.

"Brent!"

(End Chapter 15)

In honesty I hate people who try to act like heroes, but then again, if it were MY best friend on the line, I'd probably do something even dumber. I'm just like that. Nobody does heroics like I do heroics! And by heroics I mean cowering in the corner waiting for someone else to initiate the real work. Haha. Anyway, read and review, and give me your two cents.