Okay, here's the epilogue for part 2. I'm sorry it took so long for the people who actually read this, but I was kind of preoccupied by my exams, getting and quitting a job, and all this other stuff. Anyway, 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: Nah, I don't own Resident Evil. I would in part if I bought stocks in Capcom or something, but I don't have that kind of money.

(Chapter 21)

(Journal of Kris Matheson)

October 1st, 1998.

This will be the third day in a row that I haven't slept. Ever since I received that E-mail from Isaac, I've been having really weird nightmares. All of them involve Isaac, his eyes crazed and glowing, his hand extended to me. When I take his hand, my skin feels as if it is burning, and I try to wrench my hand away, but his grip is far too strong for me. I then wake up, screaming. Is the dream just my conscience telling me that I miss him? It couldn't be, because I miss him like hell even now.

The Canadian News had found out that the American Government had agreed to erase Raccoon City from the map, and to completely destroy the city with three consecutive nuclear bombs. They had hit this morning, and they then released the list of the deceased citzens on television. A complete list was to be released tomorrow. I hope to God Isaac's name isn't on that list...

October 2nd, 1998.

There was something weird about this day. As I walked home from the corner store, newspaper in hand, I kept feeling someone was watching over me. I returned to my dorm room, having to move out of my parent's house and into the house my brothers rented for themselves, dreading yet anxious to read the list of deceased citzens in Raccoon City. I hope to God Isaac isn't on that list.

"Anderson...Andrews...Ballantyne...Birkin...Brown, Isaac...Callahan..." I took a double take. I read the paper more closely. Suddenly there was a loud knock on the door. I sighed and went downstairs, heading for the door. I picked it up, seeing two large men in black suits and black sunglasses, staring straight ahead.

"Matheson, Kris?" They asked. I slowly nodded cautiously. They moved aside, telling me to go into a bright red, unmarked SUV. "Please, follow us..." They said. I stared at the two men, something definitely not right about them, but something in my heart told me that they were going to tell me something really important. I nodded, pulling on a coat and walking to the vehicle. I opened the door myself and climbed in, anxious and slightly scared about what was going on. Was this a practical joke, or something serious? We drove off, the Winnipeg scenery passing us by. We made a stop in front of Portage Place Shopping Centre.

"Please enter the shopping mall, and please be as inconspicuous as you can..." The driver said to me. I nodded, pushing the door open and entering the downtown mall. The place was bustling, a wave of people inside the mall shopping for Thanksgiving decorations and whatnot. I quietly walked around, before finally taking a seat on one of the empty benches.

"Pretty good acting, for your first time..." I heard a familiar voice. My eyes widened, and I tensed up. "Don't turn around...I'm not really supposed to be here..." He quickly said. I quickly relaxed, leaning against the benches to make myself look bored. Internally my mind was racing. "You read the papers, right?" He asked. I nodded. I began to speak, not turning my head.

"You bastard...making me think you were really dead..." I quietly spat. He let out a small chortle of amusement.

"By all accounts, I am dead...the government and everyone in North America thinks that I died in the explosion in Raccoon...it should keep the "dogs" off my trail for a while..." He replied. I furrowed my brows in confusion.

"What do you mean? Somebody following you or something?" I asked. When he replied, his tone was so grave and dark, portraying the seriousness of his words.

"If anyone asks about me, act like I really died. It'll be troublesome for you and your family if you don't. Umbrella will start to ask questions if you don't, and from my experience, they always get what they want..." He stated. My eyes widened. I quickly spun around.

"Then..." But he was gone, a mere memory now. My god...it was true then...

(Isaac's POV)

I watched from the door, the Asian man confused and completely crestfallen by my disappearance. It had to be this way. This was bigger than the two of us. I turned to the three suits, the three of them staring solemnly at me. "Well...I'm ready to go back...tell Graham that I'll be at the training complex soon..." They nodded, getting into the SUV. I followed, softly feeling the bracelet on my wrist. Graham's little trinket to make sure he knew where I was at all times. I quietly watched the Winnipeg scenery pass me by, and then had the slightest urge to touch the scar on my eye.

It had healed nicely since yesterday, the doctors administering a stronger dosage of Umbrella's First Aid Spray formula to heal the surgical cuts and stitches. Having that stuff in your eye really sucked, not that my new eye could feel anything anyway, it just felt uncomfortable. I didn't think Senator Graham would actually pay to have my eye replaced with a new, fully working liquid metal replica, the green in the replacement having a more silver hue than before. He must have thought I was going to freak out without it. In exchange, I was drafted into the Secret Division of Biologically Organic Weaponry Estrangement and Destruction in the American Secret Service. Basically assassin work against Umbrella mainly. I had been given the chance to contact Chris, who had saved Jill with Barry the morning of the missile launch.

They were all fine and dandy, although separated from each other, and were ready to take on Umbrella Europe. Later I had found out that Sherry had been captured by an unknown group from the jail she and Leon were being held in. They didn't even bother taking Leon, they just wanted the girl. The car reached the airport where the private jet was being prepped. I was going to be sent to the North African Base for military training to be what the government officials called "Komodos," which was basically an assassin. For now, my life had literally been put on hiatus...

(End Chapter 21)

I promise by the end of next week, I'll try and get the next chapter done...