Author's note: I am finally back from two weeks of camping out in the wild and survived! This chapter will be a little bit shorter than the previous because I had no time to work on any ideas and I have a new story that'll be posted just after this called "Sidewinder" so go check it out! A big thanks to all my reviewers and readers. In the next chapter I'll make sure to have some reviewer responses but 'till then here is chapter 3.

Crimson Ribbons

Chapter 3

Welcome to the loonie bin

The pilot's voice came through the speaker boxes, letting everyone on board know that their flight would be landing in a total of five minutes. There was a short high pitched beeping noise when the pilot was done and everyone sat back in their seats, seat belts on tight.

Michael was staring out of his window. The bright city lights shone like candles in the night sky. Now he could see the head lights of several cars and backed up traffic around the airport. When the runway could be finally seen, Michael collected some of his stuff and hoped that the plane wouldn't crash on contact with the ground. He was never quite too fond of flying.

Michael had spent the last year working at the job he had before the whole incident back in New York. Everything was all so slow for him compared to what he had to go through while hunting down an enemy that he hadn't even heard of until Leon had spoken quite a few things about him on their little journeys. Once at the airport there had been a couple almost crash landings and that was about as good as it got to close encounters.

Having quit that job and getting hired as a security officer at different places, Michael was still bored as hell and almost felt faint when he had listened intently to Leon's message he had left on his answering machine. He called into work and told them that he was quitting and heading to a different place.

The wheels of the plane screeched to a stop and the passengers got ready to exit the plane after a couple of minutes. Everyone went down the metal stairs waiting below them in a single file manner and were all glad to be on solid ground again.

Inside the airport was even more blinding to Michael than some of the luggage carrier head lights that had shone into his eyes more than a few times while going to and from the big building that he was now inside and waiting for his luggage.

His black suitcase and navy blue carrier bag came into view between around one hundred people. Michael made his way through them and grabbed onto their straps just before they went out of view. He turned around and spotted the cab outside that was waiting for him.

Michael paid the driver, told him where to go, then shut the door. He watched as the airport became smaller and smaller and was glad that he wouldn't have to look at it for a while at least.

Dark back alley after dark back alley and still Frost could not find her way back home, not that she cared anyways. But it was when it started to rain out that she began to care and started cursing at the rain that now had her soaked through.

A blinding light shone through her eyes that wanted to melt at the intensity of them. Frost looked towards the back alley that it had came from and spotted an outline of a man leaning against the cold, wet brick wall of an old apartment building. Frost took a step forward and knew that she could escape if the human tried to attack her.

Closer and closer she walked until she could clearly make out the person. Even in the pitch black darkness she had really good vision, and was glad that she did when the person withdrew a knife with one quick movement and lunged at her.

Frost grabbed the wrist of the man and pulled it down, twisting herself sideways she prepared to knee him but found that she couldn't. This man could not be normal. He wouldn't budge, he was too hard to and Frost had a lot of strength.

There was a quiet chuckle from the man before he used his other hand to throw her to the ground where she painfully hit her head on the ragged alley road.

Just as the knife was being lowered, Frost shot her fist up and punched the man squarely in the face. She felt something break under her knuckles and figured that the man had to of been wearing sunglasses. She stopped herself from wondering who would wear sunglasses at night and landed another punch into the man's stomach. He let out a grunt of pain just as she landed another punch into his stomach yet again, but this time it seemed to have no effect.

The man stood up to his full height, wich was nearly two a foot and a half taller than Frost. He turned his head towards her when he finally faced the right way after being punched in the face and stared her down. His cracked his knuckles under his black leather gloves and moved forward.

Frost, thinking quickly, brought her hand up and instead of punching the man again she opened her palm and slapped away the sunglasses. She heard what seemed like a hiss come from the man, then saw two glowing red orbs looking directly at her. Frost was too creeped out to stay any longer and went back to the streets and hitched a ride on the top of a speeding blue car.

It was just about twenty blocks before she hopped off and began looking for her house. She knew that she had to be in the right place because she remembered one yellow abandoned house. Frost passed it and in no time her tiny, one story abandoned house that she occupied came into view.

She locked every window, every door and blocked every open space, even that one that she had came through. The light that was lit was kept low and away from any place where it could seep through and everywhere Frost walked, it was on tip toes so nobody or nothing could hear her.

Her stolen twin sized bed was in the far left corner of the house, far away from any windows and any doors. Several stolen clothes were pilled up beside it and a couple other stolen things like knives and food were scattered here and there, but now Frost had gathered up all the knives and kept them hidden under her stolen plush pillow.

Frost raised the flash light she was using as her light and skimmed it down the bare skin on her arms and inspected the bruises. They weren't all that bad, not at all like what she had thought. Then her attention was raised to the bump that she had on her head.

Even as her fingers grazed it she could feel it slowly going away, leaving no traces of anything after a couple of minutes. Frost just kept her hand on her head for past ten minutes until she felt her eyes drooping. She lay down on her bed and fell alseep, her body slowly healing.

Frost slept with the flashlight on.

Greig Kimbal had just dropped off a man from New York at the house he had told him to drive to and was now stuffing his mouth with french fries in his cab that he had purchased at Mc Donalds.

He was an over weight man, in his early thirties and had one crappy job that he despised with all his heart. And now here he was, parked on the edge of an empty highway, eating food that loved to make him even more fat, and was really, really, bored.

His radio started to make noises before a voice came through the small black speaker box.

"Cab 3, please report to road five to pick up a business man, over."

Greig finished his fries and started the engine back into life. His burnt rubber on the edge of the highway before speeding off into the night.

The cab pulled onto the old road that was never used by anyone. Some of the people in the city had once told him some unnerving things about the place that the road lead to, but Greig didn't give a rats ass. All a bunch of bullshit he would tell them before they started going off about an old factory that was "haunted".

Tires moving overgravel was all Greig could hear as he sped down the old road. Before he knew it he was begining to feel scared and could've sworn that the hair was standing on the back of his neck.

Greig failed to notice a little red light blinking on a big tree as he passed through an opened electric fence.

On the other side of the that camera sat Wesker and the man that watched the fuzzy televisions all day long.

Wesker got up and ordered the younger man to leave. He called in the doctor that had been preparing the room for their latest experiments, a test subject that could very well bring back the Infinity virus with some luck, but Wesker didn't believe in luck.

"What are you going to be using this fat man for?" The doctor asked Wesker as she watched the cab come closer and closer to their factory. "He's getting a little bit too close don't you think?"

"This was the closest victim around and what better than a cab driver."

The doctor stared at the screen some more. "So what about our test subject that you've been bragging about all this time?"

Wesker straightened out his new pair of sunglasses and felt his eyes narrowing without even wanting them to. "Don't worry, she'll be here shortly." He watched the nurse look at the bruise on his face, then answered the question that he knew she would ask next. "This came from that little thing. She managed to escape, but we'll get her soon enough."

"Whatever you say Wesker."

They looked on.

Greig crossed a little wooden bridge that he didn't think would hold the cab and then came into an open space. There were just some scrub brush here and there and no business man that he had been told to pick up.

Infact, the man that had told him to come here wasn't even the one that usually gave him orders. Alarms were going off inside his head just as he slammed on the breaks when he saw something move across the road.

He rolled down his window and turned his headlights on brighter to see what it was and stuck his head out the window to see better.

"What the hell?"

Whatever it was had passed so Greig put his head back inside the cab and went ahead some more.

The care screeched as the breaks were slammed on again. This time there was something on the road and Greig sighed with relief as he thought he had finally found the business man and that this whole thing must've just been a case of paranoia.

A man was crossing the road in a sluggish manner, not even glancing towards the cab. Greig noticed that the man's skin color was a deathly pale color that stood out in the darkness. The over weight cab driver felt his eyes grow huge when the man turned it's head towards him.

It was in a very slow fashion, almost like the man was dead or something. It tilted it's head towards Greig and when he got a good view of what the man's face looked like he wanted to high tail it out of there.

The skin was pure white, covered in yellow and gray welts and had blood smeared across it's mouth. It's eyes were wide and as white as the skin was. When it looked at Greig it's head must of been too much for it to carry because it rolled off of it's neck and hit the ground with a wet sound that could be heard from inside the cab.

"Holly shit!" Greig put the cab into reverse but stopped when he saw something come from the side and glanced towards it.

The last thing Greig Kimbal saw before he was eaten alive was the gruesome face of another zombie and it's shinny blood soaked teeth that dug into his plump neck and then pulled back.

Wesker was in the newly built lab where his newest test subject was suposed to be held in at this moment.

A white chair was in the center of the room with thick black straps on the sides to hold the person being held there in place. A bright white light was positioned over the chair and beside the chair stood a metal table with a metal tray with scalpels, scissors, needles and bandages. The walls were painted white with no blood stains on them unlike some of the other rooms. There were four glass windows that had been made into a little work place. At the back of the room a sink was placed and that was where Wesker was standing.

They had brought in the cab driver shortly after their useless test subjects had been taken back inside and put into an isolated room and kept under complete guard at all times.

There wasn't much left of Greig Kimbal, just some bones and a chunk of flesh here and there. He was going to be tested on, but the zombies had gotten to him first. At least they had some food in their stomachs and they wouldn't have to worry about sacrificing another Umbrella worker.

Wesker let out a grunt of pain. He pulled up his sleeve and watched as a couple huge blue and green veins pulsed from under his skin and slowly made their way up so that they were now submerged and becoming irritating. Wesker grabbed a cloth and wipped away some blood that now seeped out of his arm.

This happened almost every night. The wild and crazy tyrant inside of him would not let itself be controlled by injections and pills for every hour of the day. On this day though, the tyrant had broken through the barriers Wesker had made with all the medication he had taken. And it was all thanks to that girl.

He was only going to knock her out but something had triggered off the tyrant from inside of him and he had basically tried to kill her and that wasn't good at all and now the tyrant was acting up again, this time more violent and painful.

The blood felt like it was pouring out and now both of his arms had guesome veins sticking out of them. Wesker looked into the mirror that was placedover the sink in the room and watched as his eyes glowed a bright red and the skin on his face go a gray color.

Without hesitating Wesker plunged a needle filled with his medication into his left arm and watched as the veins went down and the skin color vanished. Not a trace of emotion was on his face.

The man with the sunglasses went around the room and made sure everything was in check and that it would be ready for the arrival of their new test subject.

Sooner or later he would capture her.