So, chapter 24 is up, with a little dialogue between Noctorro's Kenny Feng and my Isaac Brown. My flow of reviews is beginning to slow down to a trickle just in time because I've decided to end this story fairly quickly. Part of me wants to end it unhappily, but then a part of one of my original fiction stories won't make sense, at least to me. This is only the beginning of Isaac's hectic life, but I don't want to bore anyone, so I'll end it after Code Veronica.

Finally, to the people who still read this story I'm sorry it was so drawn out and centered around someone who was a little too 2D, even for me. I hope you enjoy the last few chapters as well as the epilogue which willhint to what will happen to Isaac after Code Veronica. Afterwards I will focus ALL my attention to writing Darkness, then after that I will be posting up my original side story that runs parallel to Isaac's on FP. I'll announce when that happens if anyone is interested.

Full Part 3 summary: After narrowly escaping death in Raccoon City, Isaac is captured by a mysterious government faction and is given a new chance to join the rebellion against Umbrella. Three months of grueling, nonstop training have passed since Isaac has heard from his friends from Raccoon and now he has honed his skills as a fighter. One afternoon he recieves a phone call from Leon saying that Claire is about to infiltrate the Umbrella Labs in Paris and he goes off to help. What he doesn't know is that the nights three quiet months ago are about to repeat themselves.

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

(Chapter 24)

I woke up with a start, not really registering my surroundings because for a split second, everything was normal again. I was home, staring out the window at the sun that was just peeking through the stiff tendrils that tree branches were in the break of dawn, and everything was right. I was safe. No more Umbrella, no more Wesker, no more death. Pastel in nature, the blurred images began to sharpen and take tangible form until I realized that something was staring down at me. Black, messy hair splayed all around, chocolate eyes staring with a friendly gleam down at me, mocha skin toned and stretched over fine muscular features disappearing beneath grey clothing.

"Wake up...we have a job to do..." The voice warbled, not really being picked up by my brain.

I gasped, coming back to full consciousness and returning me to reality. Everything was near black, and although my artificial eye allowed for vision in the dark, all I could make out was a small figure teetering on a spinning chair, huddled in on itself. I slowly got up, moving ever so slowly towards the figure, and looked. The glow from my eye seemed to illuminate him a little better, and my vision finally sharpened to reveal a boy I long assumed was dead. Kenneth Feng. He didn't seem to have changed much, his stature still similar to mine, but his hair was grown out a little more. He must have not known about the surprise trip to Antarctica or he would have chosen better attire, resting before me in a slightly dirty jumpsuit and a wife beater.

I felt a growing emotion in the pit of my stomach that manifested itself into a frown. Kenny was only fifteen, not the right age to be fighting a billion dollar international pharmaceutical company. He should be out with friends, losing his virginity, going to school and skipping class. I reached out to him and nudged him on the shoulder. "Kenny..." I whispered. He didn't answer. I nudged him again with a little more force. He jolted and yelped out, pointing a magnum into the drowning darkness. "Kenny! Kenny! Calm down it's me, Isaac!" I assured him. He stopped in confusion, then spotted my glowing eye. He pointed his gun at my eye, but in an instant, the barrel of my gun was pressed gently to the middle of his forehead. He froze. "Calm down...it's me Isaac..." I said to him in a calm voice.

"Isaac?" He asked. I nodded, the Chinese-Japanese boy using my glowing eye as proof that I was nodding. Suddenly he threw his arms around me, hugging me tight like friends would. "All these months I thought you were dead! I'm so glad to see you!" He declared, his arms tightening around my waist and lifting me up off of my feet. This surprised me. I didn't think he was this strong. I kept my arms at my side, and stood still when he put me back on the ground.

"What are you doing here?" I asked. Kenny laughed nervously.

"Long story...where did you get that glowing eye?" He asked. I shrugged and chuckled.

"Long story..." I told the Asian boy. He looked at me in confusion.

"Then what are you doing here? If you hadn't noticed there are zombies around here, along with other random baddies." He said in a quiet tone. My brows furrowed at the mention of zombies. My heart began to race in nervousness.

"That's not funny..." I said darkly.

"I'm not kidding...Rockfort was riddled with them, and there are zombies here too..." Kenny said, his face stern. "I've contacted Chris about this..." My heart leapt in joy. "...He's going to Rockfort now to find Claire..." He added. I nodded.

"So what are we supposed to do?" I asked. Kenny shrugged.

"I'm perfectly okay with staying." Kenny declared, sitting back down on the chair he was seated on before he woke. I quirked an eyebrow but concluded that it was a pretty rational answer, though not really practical. I checked the magazine in my gun, then the spare magazines I always kept clipped to my belt. I pulled the slider back.

"I'll be going then. I've got to find a way back onto the Island to find Claire. Don't leave the room until Chris gets here, please. I don't want you to die." I stated, heading for the glowing keypad beside a large sliding door. The locking mechanism reacted to a card key as well as a key code. I shrugged and unsheathed my combat knife.

"You act just like Chris, you know that? Never thinking before acting. It's going to get you killed one day..." Kenny told me. I smiled.

"That's okay with me..." I said mostly to myself as I slid the blade of my knife into the thin depression, searching for the small entrance to the circuit board. I listened closely to the scratching of plastic with metal, until the tip caught on something. I braced myself and pushed the knife in, the current of electricity shooting through me as sparks flew from behind the keypad. The small screen flashed red before flashing green and the doors opened. A friend of mine from the BOWED taught me that. Almost always works. I stepped through the doorway and the doors closed behind me, darkness enveloping me. I listened carefully, hearing absolutely nothing but the creaking of metal catwalks.

I walked forward, gripping my gun tightly. I was terrified to say the least. I was attacked by a replica of my old employer, and was put on a plane heading for Antarctica. That wasn't funny. And now there are zombies around, apparently. I continued down the catwalk, my gun tightly held by one of my hands while the other jittered mercilessly. I froze when a sound alerted me. It was almost a shuffling noise, the sound of bare feet rubbing against cold steel. Then, my heart sank as I heard a low moan coming from in front of me. I focused and made out a figure stumbling out onto my catwalk and walking towards me. The figure let out another little moan and stretched out its arms towards me.

At that split second I began to remember everything that had happened. Memories of the Precinct flashed before my eyes, my police officer friends getting ripped apart by those things, their screams echoing in my head. In that split second, I was the old Isaac. The guy who watched someone get impaled by a huge trench coated monster, the guy who had to get someone else to save his girlfriend who was in trouble. The weak Isaac. I grit my teeth in anger and banished those thoughts from my mind. Those were mistakes and I will pay for them, but I can't do that if I'm dead. I returned to reality, the figure getting a little closer. I pointed my gun at its head and fired, the figure's head snapping back and dropping to the floor.

I walked forward, and lo and behold, the body was rotted, with gashes and bite marks adorning it's greyish tinged body. I stepped over the body, careful to not touch it. Suddenly it twitched; it's leg jolting before going still once more. I quickly moved past it and moved on, finding a locked door. I had a notion that I should turn back and wait for help, but the door was locked and I would attract too much unwanted attention if I began to pound at the door and yell for Kenny to let me in. I moved forward, seeing a door ahead. I moved forward and opened the door, walking through with my gun drawn. I could hear nothing in the corridor I was in, when I reached a dead end with no way through. Something was totally wrong with this picture. Why would there be a dead end through the only door on this level? I spoke again to Natalie, who was more than eager to help.

"Nat, do you have a scan of the complex I'm in?" I asked. I heard quick clicks of the keyboard on her end before she finally spoke, sounding a bit more chipper than when I had warned her that I might die.

"Yeah. You are in Umbrella's Antarctic base, level 1. There should be a path in front of you." She replied.

"There isn't." I stated simply.

"That can't be. On my map it says that there is a path just ahead of you." She said. I shrugged.

"Well, there's a wall right in front of me. Maybe the map is wrong?" Nat scoffed.

"These maps are precise. Maybe you need to look around the room." She retorted. I sighed and agreed. I looked around the room and saw a bookcase in the corner, closed and most possibly locked. I quietly felt around, my hand coming in contact with a cold, wet liquid smeared all over the cold glass. Immediately after my hand touched the liquid a pungent coppery smell hit my nose, confirming my thoughts about what the liquid was. Blood. Suddenly the lights activated, and I found myself in a small office, a rattling sound coming from behind the bookcase.

I pressed my shoulder to the bookcase and pushed, the heavy case beginning to slide back. Once it was as far back as it could go I turned my head and saw three blue lockers resting at the end of the hallway. I looked at it in confusion, before walking toward it. Suddenly a hard object crashed with my head, and I just blacked out.

(Later)

I suddenly woke up in a cold decrepit lab, my shoulders aching as they were being pulled down by my weight. I was sweating bullets, and my head throbbed in pain as the world began to take form again. It felt like hours since I had last seen the world, and now I was staring a blonde woman in the face as she smiled serenely.

"Well well...how interesting...seems that brother left me a little parting gift..."

(End Chapter 24)

I hope you enjoyed this chapter, especially Noctorro even though I changed a few things about Kenny's story to fit mine. Not a lot, but it's there. Anyway, look out, for the end of this story is near.