The next day, Terry entered her usual lab station only to be greeted by Christian. "Hey Chris, how are you?" asked the young woman. "Hi Terry," responded the young researcher. Then, with a look of concern, Christian asked, "Did you hear from Paul last night? We were supposed to go over some of the data from last week's experiment, but he never showed up. I called his cell phone but he didn't respond." "That's strange. I spoke to him yesterday after work but that's about it," replied Terry. "Perhaps it's nothing," remarked Chris.

But to Terry, it indicated something strange. It certainly was not like Paul to miss anything concerning his experiments. Furthermore, the fact that he failed to report to the station that morning did not work to calm her anxiety. During lunch, she decided to go to his dorm to check on him.

Terry was thankful that the morning passed rather quickly. After a quick bite to eat, she went to Paul's dorm. She saw Chris exiting the room as she approached the door. "Hey Chris," she greeted. He looked surprised as he responded, "Oh, hey Terry." "How's Paul? Is he sick?" inquired the young woman. Chris struggled to answer. How could he explain his suspicion that Paul had disappeared and that he was searching his room for clues? "Paul is, um, not here right now…he asked me to come to his room to pick up a few things he needed." Terry looked at the brown-haired man with a slightly puzzled and doubtful look. "Um, ok…" responded Terry. In order to avoid answering any of Terry's questions concerning Paul, Chris quickly said, "I'm sorry, but I have to get going," and was swiftly on his way. Terry stood before Paul's door for a brief moment watching Chris walk away. 'That was strange,' thought the young woman.

Terry returned to the lab after her lunch break only to find that Paul was still absent from his station. She approached Chris and asked him if he knew where Paul was. Chris attempted to dodge her by responding, "No, not at this moment." "But, didn't you speak to him earlier today?" asked the persistent young woman. "Uh, Terry, we can talk about this later," responded Chris. "But why?" asked Terry, somewhat agitated at this point. "What the hell's going on?" "Listen Terry," responded Chris, who noticed two other researchers seated three stations in front of them listening to their conversation. He promptly lowered his voice and leaned slightly closer to Terry as he continued. "I will explain everything to you after work. Let's meet at the café on Main Street at 5:30?" Judging from his look of grave concern, Terry knew that the situation was serious and agreed to meet Chris at the café.

A million thoughts raced through Terry's mind as she went to her dormitory to drop off her work bag and prepare for her meeting with Chris. 'Did something happen to Paul? Is he alright?…Why did Chris want to meet at the café?' Chris's behavior especially worried Terry, who subsequently found it harder to convince herself that Paul was merely sick in bed. But she had to know what happened to him.

Terry made her way to the designated café and quickly spotted Chris there. She was too anxious to bother with ordering a beverage and immediately sat down with the blue eyed man. "Ok Chris," began Terry, "what's going on with Paul?" "I'm not completely sure, but I suspect that he's in grave danger," replied Chris. "Grave danger?" asked Terry with a great deal of worry. "I'm sorry," responded the brown-haired man, "I found out that Paul has been targeted by Umbrella for experimentation. I also discovered…" "Wait," interrupted Terry, "what are you talking about? What do you mean? Umbrella doesn't experiment on people." "Indeed, they do," replied Christian, who proceeded to hand her a sheet of paper. Terry noted that the sheet paper possessed the Umbrella logo and included a list of persons which was simply labeled "Test Subjects." The list read as follows:

1. John Wright

2. Sandra Kendall

3. Paul Edmonds

4. Neil Hampton

5. Theresa Walker

The sheet also included the following notice: Obtain all test subjects sequentially and proceed with experimentation.

Terry was unsure of what this all meant. "Where did you get this?" asked the young woman. "It's from Umbrella," replied Chris. "The reason I am showing you this is to inform you about the danger you are currently in. I would strongly recommend that you come with me right now. I can get you to safety before Umbrella can get its hands on you." "Just stop," responded Terry. "Do you expect me to believe all of this?" "For your safety," replied the young man, "I would hope that you do." "Well, I don't," retorted the brunette, "and I can't believe that you would come to me with this ridiculous story and this bullshit piece of paper. Is this some kind of a sick game?" "Terry, of course not," replied Chris, "this is real. You cannot go back to the facility. They WILL experiment on you. They will kill you." Terry remained absolutely unconvinced and was somewhat leery of Chris and his seemingly insane statements. She concocted the best possible plan she could. "Well, Christian," began Terry, "I will let you take me to a safe place only if we go back to the facility and you show me proof of what you are saying." Terry figured that she could alert some of the security guards at the facility of her situation before Chris could do anything to her. "Very well," replied Chris, after some thought, "there should be enough time to obtain proof without putting you in danger. After all, you are last on the list. Let's go."

Chris and Terry returned to the facility and took the elevator down to their usual work floor. They were absolutely startled by what they saw. The facility was completely destroyed. Fluorescent lights flickered, highlighting broken chairs and overturned desks. "Oh my God, what happened?" asked Terry. "No, this can't be possible, not now…" stated Chris. "Chris, what are you talking about?" inquired a confused Terry. "Listen, I have to get you out of here now," said the blue-eyed man. "But Chris, we have to…" began the young woman, only to be interrupted by Chris as he barked, "No, there's no time! Let's just get out of here." Chris grabbed her arm and they proceeded to run up the stairs to the main exit and the young man was relieved to see that there were no obstacles impeding their exit. His relief was short-lived as an alarm sounded. "Warning! Biohazard detected. Commencing facility lockdown. Security level 3," announced the computerized voice. Concurrently, a large metal gate sealed the main exit, locking Chris and Terry inside.

"Shit," remarked Chris, who ran towards the gate and attempted to open it with no success. He then noticed a control panel next to the gate and began to fiddle with it. Terry, still wary of Chris's statements in the café, saw this as her opportunity to get away from him. The young woman quickly ran to the nearest door while Chris's back was turned. She opened it and found a person kneeling on the floor facing away from her. As she approached the person, she was met by the foul odor of rotting flesh which she failed to recognize at first. "Um, excuse me," she stated, but the individual did not turn around. She took a step closer, causing the person to turn his head. Terry was somewhat startled by the pale pigment of the person's skin and eyes. She also noticed the blood around the man's mouth and realized that he was feeding on a person who appeared to be dead. "Oh my God," remarked the terrified young woman who panicked when she realized that the creature was getting up. She stumbled and fell backward, and the monster subsequently fell on top of her, moaning. It attempted to bite at her neck as she struggled with it. "Get off of me," Terry screamed. She continued to wrestle with the creature until Chris ran into the room and pulled it off of her. Breathing heavily, she observed Chris carefully snap the creature's neck while avoiding its bite. The young man then searched the creature's body for any valuable item, finally deciding to take the nametag on the lab coat that it had been wearing. Chris then approached the young woman, who was in a state of shock. "Are you alright? Did it bite you?" asked Chris. "Um, no, I don't think so," replied Terry, still staring at the creature. "What the hell is it?" she asked as she was being helped to her feet by Chris. "Umbrella's handiwork," he responded. Terry gasped as she heard some more moaning nearby. "We're not safe here," stated Chris, "give me your hand." Terry obliged.

After sprinting past several offices and dodging a few zombies, Chris finally decided on a door which appeared to be sturdy and peeked inside to find that there was no immediate danger. Chris immediately ushered in Terry and proceeded to barricade the door. Once he was finished, Terry found that she could remain in her confusion no longer. "Alright Chris," began the young woman, finding a seat, "I want some answers." "Fair enough," replied the brown-haired man. He sat on the seat before her and commenced his explanation.

"I guess I should start with myself. My name is not Christian Roberts; it's Christopher Redfield. I'm a former member of S.T.A.R.S., Special Tactics and Rescue Squad. I was involved in the incident eighteen months ago in the mansion located just outside of what used to be Raccoon City. To make a long story short, we were lured there and betrayed by our captain, Albert Wesker, for the sake of obtaining combat data. We had no idea that we would face horrendous and deadly creatures which were created by Umbrella's T-Virus. I was fortunate to survive, but several of my teammates were killed and many were infected. Raccoon City also succumbed to the virus. My sister, Claire, was in the city looking for me and, thankfully, made it out safely before the town was nuked. She went to Europe to infiltrate an Umbrella facility and also managed to survive the T-Virus and Wesker there. From that point, I made a promise to everyone affected by Umbrella. I vowed to take down the corporation any way I could. This is why I am here. I infiltrated this facility because of suspicions that Umbrella would continue its experimentation here. Unfortunately, those suspicions proved correct." Chris then went on to explain the effects of the T-Virus on humans, and handed her the nametag he obtained from the creature they encountered in the main hall. The nametag was inscribed with the name N. Hampton.

"Oh my God," replied Terry. "I'm sorry that you had to see all of this," stated Chris. "This is what I've wanted to stop." The young woman looked up at him. "Chris, I'm sorry I didn't believe you," said Terry. "Forget about it," replied the brown-haired man, "let's just get you out of here." Terry gave Chris her hand and they left their temporary shelter.

Save for a few zombies, Chris and Terry found little difficulty in maneuvering throughout the facility. They eventually spotted a fire exit a few feet in front of them. As they were making their way to the door, four men dressed in white biohazard suits and gas masks entered the hall, blocking their access to the exit. Instinctively, Chris and Terry spun around and began to run in the opposite direction but were stopped by three more men. They were surrounded. One of the men attempted to grab Terry from behind and Chris immediately responded by punching him, knocking him down. "Terry, run," commanded Chris, as he began to combat the men in biohazard suits. "But Chris," began a frightened Terry. "Just go; don't worry about me," interrupted Chris. "Ok," Terry responded as she began to run through the opening Chris provided. Terry was able to run up the long hall and around a corner before her path was blocked by four more men in biohazard suits. Two of them immediately grabbed her. The young woman fought in vain to free herself from her captors until one of the men injected her with a tranquilizer. Terry lost consciousness as she heard one of the men announce into a walkie-talkie, "Target acquired."

Chris had better luck with his captors. Eventually succeeding in creating an opening for himself, the former S.T.A.R.S. member began to look for Terry. Chris turned the corner in the hall and observed a group of four men carrying an unconscious Terry in the other direction. Before Chris could attack them, he was surprised from behind by a team of three men who injected him with a tranquilizer before he could respond.

Chris regained consciousness and realized that he was handcuffed to a metal pole in a sterile white room. The brown-haired man was unsure if he was in the same facility as he did not recognize the room he was in. The only thing that he was sure about was the person behind his capture. Almost on cue, the door opened, revealing Albert Wesker. "Well, well, well," began the infamous traitor, dressed entirely in black and wearing his trademark sunglasses. "Surviving my attacks has become an ugly habit." "Why are you here?" asked Chris. "Did you come here to kill me?" Wesker smiled. "What an ego," remarked the blonde man. "Although destroying you has been a priority for me for quite some time, it merely serves as an added bonus. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some other business to tend to." Wesker exited the room without another word. Chris was left alone to his thoughts. 'Other business?' pondered the young man. Then he thought, 'Terry!' He quickly got to his feet. As he vainly attempted to free himself from his restraints, he heard a faint sound of similar to that of snapping fingers. 'Shit,' thought Chris, already familiar with the noise. 'Hunters.' Chris struggled harder when he realized that the wall to his left was rising to reveal the monster he suspected was nearby. 'This is it,' thought the blue-eyed man, staring at the monster, 'I'm going to die without seeing the end of Umbrella.' The hunter raced to Chris, lunging at him with its claw. Instinctively, Chris twisted to the side, causing the hunter's claw to strike Chris's arm. The hunter also severed the pole and Chris's handcuffs, freeing him. The brown-haired man quickly ran to the door only to find that it was locked. 'Great,' thought Chris, who quickly turned around to notice that the monster was advancing towards him again. Chris allowed the creature to get close enough to him so that he just barely dodged it and so that the monster's momentum would force it into the locked door. His strategy worked, and the hunter barreled into the door, knocking it completely off of its hinges with its incredible force. With the creature temporarily stunned, Chris exited the room into the hallway where the hunter was and immediately ran into the nearest office. He quickly searched the room for an item which would serve as a useful weapon but found nothing of use. Chris then began to barricade the door when he noticed that the hunter passed by the office. The former S.T.A.R.S. member breathed a small sigh of relief. Once his adrenaline began to ebb, Chris began to feel the pain of his injured arm, causing him to wince. He searched the room and found a clean cloth to bandage his wound. Chris's thoughts began to focus on Terry. 'I'll find you and get you to safety; they will not make you their next conquest,' thought the young man, who exited the room via a second door.

Chris made his way through unfamiliar territory, dodging monsters and searching for Terry, all the while fearing that he would find her infected with the T-Virus or mortally wounded. Chris continued to pass offices and lab stations until he reached a staircase leading down. Faced with no other choice, the brown-haired man made his way to the floor below. On this level, Chris encountered experimental rooms which housed large glass cylindrical tubes which presumably contained deadly B.O.W. Through one window, the former S.T.A.R.S. member spotted what looked like a Magnum. Without hesitation, Chris entered the room and retrieved the weapon without difficulty. Before he left the room, Chris noticed that a single glass container was occupied and was being maintained by a series of large computers in the adjacent room. Chris entered and stepped closer to the container. His heart sank as he realized that Terry was inside.

'No,' thought Chris, 'I promised to get you to safety and I failed.' "I'm sorry," said the young man quietly. He was startled by a loud beep from one of the computers in the room. As he walked toward the monitor, he realized that there were several dead researchers present. Judging from their appearance, Chris assessed that they had been surprised and brutally attacked by a vicious monster. 'My God,' thought Chris, who then made an effort to regain his focus and approached the monitor. It displayed the following message: X-Virus administration complete. Next to the message was the picture and identifying information of Terry. 'X-Virus?' thought Chris. 'What the? Haven't the T- and G-Viruses caused enough damage already?…Well, no matter what, I won't let them do this to you.' The former S.T.A.R.S. member proceeded to manipulate the computers and succeeded in emptying the liquid from Terry's vial and opening the container. An unconscious Terry collapsed to the floor. Chris quickly ran to her and picked her up, carrying her to the next room which was free of corpses. He placed her on a bench and covered her naked body with a clean lab coat which had been hanging in the same room.

After a few moments, Terry awakened. At first, Chris was unsure if this was the Terry that he knew but was relieved when her eyes lit up and she said his name. "Chris!" cried Terry, as she sprang up and embraced the former S.T.A.R.S. member. "I'm glad that you're alright," she continued. Chris pulled away from his comrade and could not help but smile sadly at her. "What's wrong?" inquired Terry, seeing the expression on her friend's face. "I was not sure if I should tell you this but now I think it's best that you know the current situation," responded Chris. "What is it?" asked Terry, beginning to worry. "Well," began the blue-eyed man, "there's no easy way to say this so I'll just say it." The former S.T.A.R.S. member took a deep breath and continued. "I found you suspended in that tube." Chris pointed to the window to the adjacent room. "I believe that you have been infected with the X-Virus," remarked the brown haired man. "What?" replied a hysterical Terry. "You mean I'm going to end up like those monsters?" the young woman inquired as tears began to well up in her eyes. "There's no way I'm going to let that happen," responded Chris, attempting to assure the young woman, "I'll do my best to find the cure."

Chris's feigned confidence did not impress Terry, who was beginning to slip into despair. "Don't bother; I don't want you to risk your life for something that may be pointless," stated the young brunette with a resigned tone. "Please, just make it out safely while you still can." "Don't you dare give up hope," replied Chris, angered by the young woman's despondency. "I'm going to do my part to find the antivirus, but I need you to fight as hard as you can. I'll help you beat this if you want me to."

Chris's strong words shook Terry's core. It was disheartening to know that the creatures she ran from were also humans who became infected with a virus. On the other hand, Chris was very reassuring, and he had experience with this situation. "Ok, Chris," began the young woman, "I'm ready to fight this. So, where do we start?"

He had debated whether to take her with him throughout the facility to search for a cure and risk her being attacked by monsters or to leave her in this room, possibly allowing her to be found by Wesker. After remembering the trouble he experienced with the hunter in the sterile room, he thought it was best that Terry remain behind.

"Well," began Chris, "I think it's better if you remain here." He put his hand on hers. "I'll be back as soon as possible." "Thanks Chris." responded Terry, "please, be careful." The brown-haired man smiled and exited the room, locking the door behind him.

After a few moments of attempting to fight off sleep, Terry succumbed to a brief nap. She was awakened by a noise just outside of the door. "Chris?" Terry asked. She was only greeted by the same sound, which resembled someone rasping against the door. Terry attempted to get up to look out the window into the hallway but was too dizzy to stand long. She sat down and asked again, "Chris?" with more worry. Swiftly, the rasping turned into banging. Terry knew that the door would eventually give way to her would-be intruder. She was also sure that her visitor was not human. Thus, she swiftly stood up, and attempted to ignore her dizziness but to no avail. The young woman collapsed to the floor and vainly tried to crawl to the adjacent room. 'No,' she thought, as the world continued to spin around her and she was slowly losing consciousness. She passed out as the monster barged into the room; the hunter's large claws were the last thing Terry saw before she lost consciousness.