So this is the last chapter of The Price of Normalcy, and I kind of ended it off with a bit of sadness in Isaac's heart.

Anway, I would like the dedicate the epilogue to:

Tinkies for being so nice to me through my whole stint of writing this, Darkness and Twisted Dreams. You rock the house Tinkies.

Hyperactive Hamster of Doom for her insights and for her to even bother reading this story. Thank you for taking the time to correct this hobo's bad French, haha...update Project Lucifer soon! (prays) I want to thank you for alerting me of Isaac's potential Mary-Sue-ness and for letting me use Jack in my story. I hope I got it right.

Noctorro for his insights and being one of my first few reviewers. Also, I would like to thank him for letting me use Kenny Feng in various cameos in my story, and for giving me the honor of him asking to use Isaac in his story. I would like to see what happens.

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

(Epilogue)

"Hey, Pyro! Did you check the news? Umbrella is out in the open. They're calling a rebellion in China." One of the other cadets called as I continued my drills. I finished my melee combat drills earlier than usual, heading straight for the common room in the building. I sat on the floor, staring at the big screen television showing the news.

"The Umbrella Corporation has started a full tilt rebellion in an attempt to take over China. In light of the information set forth by the United Nations, the Umbrella Corporation has been gathering supporters in spite of the laws set against them by the UN. Umbrella supporters have been raiding rural villages in the Chinese countryside, holding entire villages hostage." I smiled. An act of desperation. "The American Government has sent in reinforcements at the request of the Chinese Dictatorship. A Canadian Family from Winnipeg Manitoba have reported a member of their family missing." My eyes widened when Kris' face appeared beside the reporter's face.

"I know him!" I burst out.

"Kristopher Antonio Matheson has been reported missing while on a trip to China. The eighteen-year-old left a note on his dresser on the morning of December twenty first to his family explaining his sudden disappearance. At the request of World News Daily, the Matheson Family have given permission for an interview." Suddenly his family appeared on a split screen, looking distraught. The other cadets were glued to the screen as they began the interview.

"We were led to believe that Kristopher was invited to study at any university in Canada prior to his disappearance. Is that true?" The male reporter asked. His mother answered her voice weak with sadness and worry.

"Yes. He had chosen to study at Carleton University in Toronto after next summer." She spoke. The reporter nodded.

"And regarding the note he left when he disappeared, would it be too much trouble to ask what was written?" Darren answered this.

"It said he was leaving to find any leads as to where an old family friend had gone." Darren replied.

"Yes, and who was this friend he was talking about, if you mind me asking?" The reporter asked. In my mind I kept pleading to them to not say my name.

"He believes that a friend of his from Raccoon City had escaped the quarantined city before it was bombed." My heart dropped when Kris' dad described me. Kris was searching for me, and now he was missing somewhere in China.

"The viral outbreak caused by the Umbrella Corporation?" Locke nodded.

"Our friend Isaac had sent Kris e-mail telling us that he was going to die. Two days later the city was bombed, and Isaac's name was on the list of casualties." Locke replied.

"So despite hard evidence that the friend he is searching for is dead, he still left home?" They all nodded. All the cadets looked at me in shock.

"Dude...you lied to him about dying?" Greg, my only other friend on the base asked me. I shrugged and kept my eyes on the television.

"I visited him the day after the nukes went off. I told him not to go looking for me." I reasoned, mostly to myself.

"How are you sure that Kristopher is missing in China?" The reporter asked. Kris's dad answered.

"He called us a week before we reported him missing and said he was coming home. He couldn't find any clues about Isaac's whereabouts." His dad answered. I felt frozen with guilt. Kris was missing in the midst of a rebellion because of me. This was all my fault.

(Two years later)

For the past two years I was glued to the television when I found the time, waiting for any type of sign that Kris was still alive. Over the past two years I had gone on 20 sting operations, capturing and destroying underground research facilities run by the remnants of Umbrella's supporters, I now I had earned a full week of rest for myself. The news was on once again, and suddenly the reporters announced that the rebellion in China had come to an end when an entire rebel Headquarters was massacred.

"Today, the Chinese Umbrella militia had admitted defeat after one of their headquarters had been completely massacred, from prisoners to soldiers. A whopping three hundred corpses were found inside the complex, all of them missing a piece of their body. An hour later the Chinese police had found a pair of fresh graves decorated with body parts. One of the graves stated the name of the head of a Buddhist monastery Tsu-Yen Chow, while the other grave was marked with the name 'Kristopher Antonio Matheson.' " And at the end of that sentence, my heart shattered. Kris was dead.

"No...It can't..." I said to myself in shock. Kris was dead? I could feel tears welling up in my eyes, my vision becoming misty.

"Hey Pyro, can I..." Greg suddenly walked into the common room as tears fell from my eyes. "Pyro? You okay?" Greg moved to beside me. "Pyro...What's wrong?" He asked.

"He's dead..." I whispered, holding back a sob.

"Who? Who's dead?" He asked. I couldn't hold it in anymore. I curled in on myself and cried silently. One of my only best friends had died just days before the war ended and he could go home. "Oh. Holy shit...Pyro, I'm so sorry..." Greg spoke. He put an arm around my shoulder as I cried into my arms. "Just let it out...go ahead, pal. It's all right..." He soothed. Every memory of Kris and I flashed before my eyes, which only fuelled my guilt. He was gone, and I could never apologize to him. I felt like shit. At that very moment, being cradled by my best friend I made a vow to make Umbrella pay.

(The End)

A sort of sad ending to a portion of Isaac's life. I thought of this plot twist when a friend and I started talking about an original fiction about a parody of RE4. Anyway, if you want to read up on the fate of Kris Matheson, be on the lookout for a new story on Fiction Press.