A/N Some of these fight scenes in this fic should be familiar to you guys, because I watched over twenty horror movies, both foriegn and from the U.S. , just to get them right. Especially Dawn of the dead.

Also thanks for the reviews. Thanks for the correction Allen Pit, and if you're talking about Alice then I hate to inform you that she want be apart of the story. I'm a true fan of the old Resident Evil games and Alice just dissappointed me with her very appearance in the movies. I hated her character. Also no, no other demon...well Buffy related demons will be in this fanfic. Only the ones from resident evil will be in this.

Oh and I forgot to mention that this will be a short story.

Chapter 2

Big Brother Xander

Roselyn screamed as she finally came out of her fit of nightmares. Feeling a pair of strong hands grabbing for her, she screamed again but calmed down once she heard Xander's voice.

"Hey, Rose what's wrong?" Xander asked concerned as he pulled her close. After they had left her apartment they had came across alot of zombies. They managed to avoid most of them by ducking down in alleys and taking side streets, but that was quickly wearing them out. Seeing a warehouse that the zombies hadn't been able to break into, the two of them set up camp for the night.

But as they weaved throughout the city, Xander saw first hand how decayed it looked. It was a living nightmare of blood and gore.

"I...I had a bad dream." Roselyn told him as she sat up on her makeshift bed, that was made out of cardboard and old sheets that Xander had found. "It was about my parents."

"I told you Rose, they're fine." Xander lied, not knowing that she had already seen her dead parents.

"No they aren't." she said as she met his gaze. "They're dead."

"No I..." Xander started as he let out a sigh. "I really didn't want to tell you that." he admitted. "There's something strange going on in this town and the only thing I could think of at the time was to get you to safety."

"What do you think is going on and that dog I saw..."

"Hey it's going to be alright." Xander told her as he sat down next to her, leaning his back up against the wall. He hadn't slept a wink last night, because he heard the moaning of the dead and the cries of the people he couldn't save all throughout the night. "I'm not going to lie to you anymore, but honestly the situation is bad. We're gonna get out of this but I think the whole town is full of those zombies we saw last night."

"Then how are we going to get out of here?" Roselyn asked.

"Last night, before we left your place..." Xander shuddered a little at that memory. "I found a news paper that said on the east side of the town was a sort of barrier to keep people from getting in or out of the city. I have a feeling that if we can get there, that we might be able to get out of town."

"I don't want to go back outside." Roselyn said as a cold shiver ran down her spine. "I'm scared."

"Don't be." Xander told her soothingly as he gave her hand a gentle squeeze. "I've gotten out of worse situation's before and I'm still alive right." 'But that's when I had Buffy protecting me.' he thought to himself. Then the soldiers words struck through to him again, he had to grow up and fight. If not for himself then for Rose.

"But what's gonna happen to me? I...I don't have anymore family."

"I'll get you somewhere safe."

'She's your queen, boy.' the Hyena spoke to him again. 'She knows you now, she's...connected to you. You have to be the one to protect her.'

"Or you could come with me." Xander told her.

"Really?" Roselyn asked surprised. For some reason she felt strangely safe around Xander.

"Yeah, I think it'll be fun. You'll have two new aunt's Buffy and Willow." he said as he thought of something. Reaching into his worn green duffle he handed her a silver necklace with a picture inside of him, Buffy, and Willow on a peaceful day in the park. "The blonde is Buffy and the red head is Willow."

"Wow, they're pretty." she said as she tried to hand the necklace back.

"No, I want you to keep it." he said as he undid the clasp on it. Pushing her hair back he put it around her neck. "There you go." he said smiling down at her. "Perfect."

"So are...are you going to be my new papa?" Roselyn suddenly asked after a few minutes of uncomfortable silence.

"I can't. I can't even adopt you." Xander told her. 'Then why did you tell her you would take her with you, you jerk?' Xander thought to himself. 'I have no job, no real home.' "Wait, I can ask Giles to adopt you."

"Who's that?" the inquisitive little girl asked as her brows furrowed with confusion.

"He's a british guy, that's kinda boring but I trust him with my life." Xander told her. "But don't tell him, I said that though." he said as he pointed at her faking being stern.

After another few minutes, Roselyn stood to her feet, strecthed, then sat down in Xander's lap, as he started to instinctly rock her back and forth and hum. Closing his eyes, he started to think of a way to get out of their predicament. Putting her head to his chest, she heard the steady rhythm of his heart beat and it calmed her. It was like he was silently telling her that everything was going to be okay.

Then out of nowhere her stomach growled.

"You hungry?" Xander asked as he looked down at her and smiled. Her stomach answered for her as it let out another little growl. "I only have one Twinkie left." he told her as he reached into his duffle and handed it to her.

When she was gathering her stuff at her house, he had went to the kitchen to try to find something for them to eat later on. That's when he found out where the smell of rotten meat was coming from. Everything they had in the house was spoiled and had maggots coming out of it.

"We have to get on the move soon, so we'll look for some real food later."

As she ripped into the wrapper seconds away from devouring the sweet pastry, she stopped and looked up at him with a frown. "Aren't you hungry?" she asked innocently.

"As long as I can get you food, I'll be fine." Xander told her. Her decision made, she broke the Twinkie in half and gave him some. And to his credit, for the first time in his life he didn't wolf down the treat. He took slow bites and savoured the taste, because he didn't know if he would get another chance to do so.

As they sat back holding on to each other, Roselyn started to tell him a little about her life. It was a perfectly peaceful moment, that was until several roars sounded, and the door to the room they were in was slammed against by a heavy force. It didn't break, but Xander and Rose heard a loud cracking noise.

"Damn, they found us." Xander yelled as he gathered his duffle bag, opened up the heavy window that was behind them and pulled Rose out of it and onto the fire escape.

As they got half-way down the fire escape, they heard the door above them give way. Stopping for a moment Xander looked up and saw about fifteen damned souls slowly spilling out of the window. He could tell that they hadn't spotted them yet, but the slightest noise would alert them to where they were.

Roselyn's nose suddenly started to twitch. Seeing the signs of what was to come Xander attempted to clap his hand over her mouth and nose, but it was too late and she sneezed. Alerted by the noise the things spotted them and shambled forward with a new speed.

"Dammit!"Xander muttered darkly as he looked around below him.

At the moment he had two choices, one would be to sit there and try to fight off the creatures and die horribly. But seeing as though he only had a clip and a half left of bullets that wasn't an option. Or they could jump into the dumpster below and hope they could get away in time.

Seeing as though he only had one true option, he threw his duffle over the railing of the fire escape and watched as it plummeted harmlessly down into the waste recepticle. Hearing the army of the dead approaching, he turned around and drew his pistol out from where it was tucked in his pants and pointed it at the approaching demons. They stopped a few feet from, them growling hungrily, with their arms outstrecthed as saliva dripped from their mouths. Something in their useless mushed brains told them that whatever Xander was holding, was dangerous.

Shifting his gaze from the creatures then back to the dumpster, Xander made his decision.

"Fuck it !" he yelled and leaped off of the fire escape with Roselyn held protectively in his arms.

They both fell the fifteen feet into the dumpster, with Xander taking the impact of the fall. The fall scared Roselyn, making her let go of Xander's hand and causing her to slam her head on the side of the recepticle knocking her unconcious.

Finding his duffle bag, he tossed it out of the dumpster and quickly struggled to get out as fast as possible. As he got out, he reached back in to get Roselyn but she didn't hold her hand out for him. Noticing that she didn't respond, he looked in and saw that she was out cold, with a gash on her forehead with blood trickling from it.

"Damn." he muttered to himself as he quickly slung his bag over his arm and hoisted her out and onto his shoulder.

Getting her out just in the nick of time, one of the creatures leaped off the fire escape and into the dumpster. It was up in an instant, but Xander already held his gun up to the creature's head.

"Gotcha." He said, then pulled the trigger, splattering the wall behind the creature with grey and red brain matter.

Not waiting any longer, he ran off as quickly as he could.

Turning a corner, after hearing more of the dead closing in on his location, he felt a bit of relief wash over him, as he saw a police squad car with the door open, twenty feet away from him. However his relief was short lived as he saw a group of zombies shambling out of the alley ways behind and around the car.

With an almost animalistic growl he ran through them, shooting a few to clear a path. Finally, his hand touched the handle of the passengers door. He quickly threw it open and sat Rose and his bag inside, then shut it and spun around with his gun drawn. Seeing that the horde was still in a state of confusion, because of his suicide run, he leaped over the hood of the car, but stopped cold when he saw a dead cop lying face down next to the backend of the car.

Pointing his gun to the ground, he quickly edged forward. A few steps closer and he could see that it was a young male cop. His hat obscured the face, but Xander could see dozens of small bite wounds all over his body.

'The poor guy was probably trying to save somebody.' he thought to himself.

Swallowing heavily, he rolled the man over and nearly vomited, as he saw that his rib cage was torn into. Not looking at the cops face, he started to undo his gun holster, which had the standard 9mm glock in it. If Xander had been paying better attention, he would have seen that the cop had opened his glazed over eyes.

As Xander was about to stand up, with the gun holster procured in his hands, the zombie cop lunged up, but by a foriegn reflex, Xander's hand snapped up and he shot it in the head. Not knowing why, or how he had known to do that, Xander jumped in the car and shut the door.

He quickly slammed the gas pedal down and several of the creatures were thrown by the vehicles front end.

"That was a close one." he mumbled to himself, as Rose moaned next to him. Slowly, her eyes opened.

"Oooo." She moaned, making Xander take his eyes off the road and turn to her. As carefully as he could, he reached out and touched the gash on her forehead, making her wince in pain.

"Are you okay?" Xander asked as he looked back at the road and withdrew his hand.

"Yeah." Rose told him dazily. "What happened?"

Before he could answer the front bumper of the car slammed into one of the undead, splattering body parts and blood in every direction. The roars and moans of the dead grew fainter as he drove faster, but they still sounded relatively strong.

"Dammit." Xander said as he looked at the gas gauge.

"What's wrong." she asked as she looked over at him.

"We're almost out of gas." He regrettably told her. 'Maybe that's why that cop tried to get out of his car.' Xander mused to himself. 'He was trying to make a run for it.' As fate had it there were no zombies in their immediate surroundings, as the car lurched, sputtered, slowed, and finally died.

"Come on." Xander said as he heard loud roars in the distance. He knew if they stayed in the car longer then the needed then they would litterally be dead meat. Grabbing a shotgun, that was holstered in a wooden weapons rack next to him and his duffle bag he stepped out of the car.

Quickly snapping the police gun holster around his waist, he looked around, and rolled his eyes as he saw something that would work for a temporary shelter. A strip club was just down the road. A neon sign sat on top of it flashing, and promising girls, girls, girls. Normally he wouldn't go to a place like that, except about a month ago when his car broke down in oxnard and the only way he could get it fixed was to strip, and especially with a little girl. But then considering the circumstances he didn't have much of a choice.

Securing the shotgun in his duffle bag along with the hand full of shells he found for it in the glove box, he took another look around and saw that the coast was clear.

"Alright, let's go." he said after he made sure Rose was behind him and closed his door. That proved to have been a big mistake. Several of the undead, unseen by them at the time, were alerted by the noise and came charging in force.

"Run. Run!" Xander yelled, making sure she knew where to run and fired a shot into the crowd.

Seeing that she was already halfway there, Xander drew the other pistol out of it's holster and ran after her. The creatures were gaining, but Xander pumped his legs for all he was worth and ran faster. He was almost right behind her.

Looking up he saw that a group of the dead had formed at the end of the street, right by the club.

"Keep running!" Xander yelled back, then turned and started blasting into the approaching crowd.

Rose turned at his voice, but couldn't understand what he was doing. Until after a moment she figured out that he was clearing a path for her. Not taking what he was doing for granted, she ran right through the zombie mob and they paid little attention to her, because they were far too busy trying to get a piece, literally, of her brother. And that's what she thought of him now. He was her brother.

Finally making it to the big steel door of the club she grabbed the handle and pulled. But to her dismay it didn't budge. "No!" she yelled as a gunshot fired through the air by her head and the glass on the tiny window by the door shattered.

"Get inside!" she heard Xander yell, and turned to look. At least two dozen of the zombies were chasing Xander now, and he was running toward her.

Litterly shaking, she was too terrified to move until she saw the look in Xander's eye's as he got nearer and nearer. It was like he was silently pleading with her to start moving. Pushing down her fear, she climbed through the tiny window, cutting her legs along the way and fell through onto the floor.

Quickly scrambling to her feet, she ran to the door slid the heavy lock away, swung the door open and screamed.

Blood dripped down the things open shirt. His clothes were torn and dirty, and his entire body was shaking. Fearfully, Rose took a step back as the zombie started to slowly lurch towards her.

Suddenly a titanic boom rang out and the top left side of the zombies head dissappeared. Before it could fall to the ground, she watched as Xander appeared behind it and pushed it back out into the street. Throwing his bag into the half lit room along with his shotgun , Xander turned and closed the door on the army that dared tried to enter.

"We did it." Xander said breathing heavily as he slumped to the floor, leaning against the door. "Are you okay?" he asked as she ran into his arms and as the zombies hit uselessly on the doors. 'There's no way they're getting through solid steel.' he thought to himself. 'We're safe.'

"I...I cut my legs." she said still in shock.

After bandaging her legs up, with the Scooby Doo band-aids that he had taken from her house, he stood up to go exploring in their shelter. Cutting on the flashlight, that was made into his shotgun, he scanned the dimly lit room with it's narrow beam of light.

"Look food." Rose said almost cheerfully, as she walked away from behind him and up to a table. And sure enough there was a plate of food on the table. As Xander pointed the flashlight at it, he saw that it was a plate of hot wings and curly fries.

"It's still hot." Xander commented as he touched the hot wings with his finger. 'And it looks normal.'

Hearing a strange noise somewhere behind them, Xander quickly turned around, cocked his shotgun and scanned the room. 'Maybe I'm just hearing things.' he thought to himself, not seeing anything.

Suddenly something stood up from under a table, making Rose scream and Xander jump back. Before he could fire off a shot, it slammed into him knocking the shotgun out of his hands, sending it spinning on the floor. Whatever was on top of him was still warm and almost super strong as it held him down and into place. As the shotgun stopped spinning, the light from the flashlight illuminated him and whatever or rather whomever was on top of him.

As Xander's adjusted to the light shining on him, his eye's widened as he saw who was on top of him.

"Kendra?" he asked, his mouth hanging wide open.

A/N I know the last part was strange, (seeing as though Kendra had been dead for some time) but everything will be explained in the next chapter. Keep reviewing, it helps me to get more chapters out.

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