Author's Note: Long time, no see. It's been a while, yes, but I had to take a wee little break and finish the ideas I had for other stories and take a break from writing all together. But, I have updated and I will, finally, put in some freakin' reviewer responses... several chapters later...

WARNING: chapter is pathetically short.

The one and only-Ace: Thanks for all of the reviews following chapter four. The plot will thicken even more and I'll try to fit in more cliff hangers, much to your dismay, I presume.

Luna-Starr: In some parts it was quite obvious it was Vivica and I did one crappy job of trying to hide it. I was thinking of putting something about what happened to Ashley after How long is the night, but I skipped the idea. Thanks for all the reviews and good luck with your outbreak story.

Foggy Brains: At last, the cable company has graced you with the Internet! And that means more reviewing . We gotta think up some more stuff for Medicating a Dangerous Mind, best fucking story ever! Hell yeah .

Sesshoumarou: Sorry if I confused you. Thank ya for the review, it was much appreciated.

Blackzilla1: 'Glad you like the story line, although I tend to forget it here and there. The reviews are awesome!

Guns drawn, ready for dealing with Satan himself, Leon and his trusty zombie killing friends neared the old building that loomed overhead like a black shadow of death, which it basically was. They scouted the surrounding area, pointed out the various security cameras and treated them just like they would to any infected being; a single bullet to the head, or in this case: a single bullet to the camera lens.

Of course they knew that this would attract attention to themselves but without any insight as to what was going on, the Umbrella workers were just as blind as a newborn baby. This advantage didn't go wasted as Leon, Michael, and Barret half walked half ran to the multiple sets of doors, one after another and secured them so nobody could leave. They closed off all except for one door that they were planning on using, lest they needed to escape.

Leon was armed to the tooth. With a reliable double barrel shotgun slung over his back and two favored Desert Eagles resting inside holsters attached to his belt, a 32 caliber handgun tucked inside his pant leg and several knives and daggers of all sorts hidden on his body, the blond neared what could very well be his doom.

Barret had come a little less prepared. Preferring to armed only with a few customized handguns and other small weaponry, he walked in step beside Michael. The said character would've liked to be as armed as Leon was and wanted nothing more than to have a trusty rocket launcher at his side. Unfortunately, Michael had came with a sawed off shotgun and a AK-47 that he had stolen from one of the guards that they had come across guarding what looked like a heard of zombies, who were grazing on raw flesh just like a cow would graze on green, luscious grass.

They stood outside of the door that they had saved for a last resort and listened. Leon had his head basically plastered up against the cold metal door and was trying to make out the muffled noises he heard on the other side.

Commotion was quite obvious inside. Leon could hear several people screaming in panic, in fright, and in pain as the unmistakable moaning noise the zombies made as they stalked their trapped prey. Leon felt somewhat guilty but he knew not one of those people could have a pure soul and was sure that all of them had probably sold their souls to the devil or to Umbrella itself, which was pretty much the same thing if you compared them.

They counted down to ten, they reloaded their guns, they listened, and at last they kicked open the door, careful not to completely rip it of its hinges. What they were met with was something that they had suspected to be there all this time.

Blood coated the walls like paint, dripping onto the furniture and all over the ground. The floor was littered with bodies, some fresh and some decayed. Undead creatures out of a horror movies sauntered this way and that, moving around sluggishly. Some looked pretty normal, minus the blood smeared across their faces and clothing, while some had body parts missing and others even had their eyeballs hanging out of their eye sockets.

A soft moaning noise came from the left of the three armed men and they all whirled around and peppered the zombie just as it starting lunging towards them. Instead of it's intended victim's flesh meeting it's mouth, the zombie ate bullets and fell to the ground in a bloody heap.

Leon, Michael, and Barret directed their attention towards a group of Umbrella scientists cowering in fear as their own test subjects turned on them. Opening fire all at once, their guns aimed to kill the zombies that they thought were normal and suddenly realized their mistake.

Not one, not two, not three, but four undead creatures that had their strength and brain powers enhanced, turned their heads to look at the three mercenaries with speed so quick that Leon thought that their heads would've snapped off from doing so.

The biggest one seemed to force the others back as it advanced on Leon and ignored Michal and Barret, who had already opened fire on the creature. It came closer and closer and no matter how many bullets buried themselves into it's rotted skin, the creature never stopped once.

Leon didn't back down, but advanced instead. He watched as one of it's clawed hands swung at his torso, but with all the training that he had undergone, he was able to easily evade the attack by doing a half hearted back flip. When he landed on the ground another hand was there to greet him and Leon was flung backwards with a simple thrust of the creature's arm.

His back was met with the blood soaked cement floor and landed roughly on the shinning surface. He tried to get back up as fast as he could muster, but the creature was already advancing on him again. Just as he was about to hoist himself up, the palm of Leon's right hand slipped on the blood and caused him to fall back down.

Step after step, the creature grew closer. By now it was leaning over Leon, foaming at the mouth. It's eyes were a sharp yellow color and the pupils were crimson, as crimson as you could get. It's clothes were torn and Leon could easily make out the large gashes that ran down it's stomach and down it's face. It's mouth was accompanied with razer-sharp teeth and was stretched so that it could take a bigger bite out of it's victim, no doubt Wesker's doing.

The creature opened it's mouth and leaned down, preparing to kill Leon, but suddenly stopped midway.

Leon held the dagger deep inside the undead thing's gut and almost shuddered when it's liquefied organs spilled down his arm. A drop of blood splashed on his face and he decided that now was the time to get off of the grotesque floor.

He pushed the creature up with him and pulled his dagger out once he was standing upright, causing the creature to stumble back before it let out a hiss and fell to the ground in a pool of someone else's blood surrounding it's body.

While Leon was busy with the biggest creature, Michael and Barret were busy with their own problems.

The remaining enhanced zombies had gone after them and although they were weaker, they still held a pretty good fight. Even now they were trying to fell the last of the creatures and were having no luck at all since the zombie kept on darting from side to side and dodging their bullets with no trouble at all.

Leon unslung his shotgun and stood beside Barret and raised the gun, pointing the barrels towards the head of the zombie. When it jumped right where he had his gun aimed, Leon quickly pulled the trigger and was rewarded with the satisfying sound as it's head burst into a million different pieces as the shotgun shell plummeted into it's head and threw it's body into the wall at the far side of the room.

The Umbrella scientists had left, whimpering in fear of the monsters that they had created. Leon didn't seem to care, nor did Barret or Michael. It was just another interference on their mission that they didn't need.

They all decided on going through the door where the scientists must've used and headed over to it. All the zombies that wandered the room and preyed on the rotten corpses, were left untouched and unnoticed by the well armed men. They would stay there until they had to feed off of each other to survive or any other survivor from deeper within the labs.

Barret checked their position while Michael took out a map of the old place and scanned across it with his eyes. Leon had his handgun drawn and was making sure that nobody was coming from the darkened hallway that lay before them. When everything was clear as to where they were headed, which would be the very center, they turned their backs to the zombies and let the dark consume them.

Wesker smirked as he watched the three mercenaries enter the start of the labs. He started writing down some notes on the enhanced zombies and was quite humored, to say the least, that they had caused Leon a bit of trouble. If this was the case, then he would have to make more and then his plans wouldn't be ruined by some gun wielding hero or heroin, which always seemed to make anything and everything he planed out to turn into total chaos, not that he minded.

Things were definitely going as he had hoped. He had the ultimate test subject in his clutches and now Leon was in the factory. This could prove to work to his advantage and soon he would have all the data he needed on the monsters. But there was still a problem within his head.

The Infinity virus.

It reminded him of what else he had to do before Leon stumbled upon his lab and left the room filled with cameras. It had been his secret little room and no one was permitted inside except himself. This was how he monitored the Umbrella scientists and determined who would be used as zombie feed.

Screaming and the sound of flesh being torn echoed around the halls. It was music to his ears. What a perfect way to walk to a room where he was going to make someone else suffer. Just wonderful.

Wesker appeared before the doors which lead to the test subject's room and silently walked in without the girl noticing him, but she had and she was mad as hell, and awake when she wasn't supposed to be. This angered Wesker slightly, but he ignored her onslaught of verbal assaults and vengeful words. So he walked to the back of the room and prepared to set up multiple needles and sedatives.

"I know what you're up to!" Vivica shouted as Wesker neared, needle in hand.

"Now, now, this will only calm you for a bit, which I advise you to take or I could use my fist instead."

The threats didn't stop her and she starting screaming when the needle plunged into her delicate skin around her wrists. They were incredibly swollen from earlier injections and the skin turned a purple color as the sedative made it's way through her system.

"What's this for?" She bit out as Wesker withdrew the needle, "Am I gonna become some freaky experiment of your's or somethin'?"

The man with the sunglasses didn't answer, he only walked over to a white board that had been placed in the room just a while ago to show the clips that he was going to show her. Wesker flipped the light switch off and turned on a high-tech video projector.

"Picture one," he began as Vivica calmed somewhat from the sedatives, "A new victim was taken in on August twenty-eighth, just last year. Her name was Vivica, a perfect specimen for a new virus called the Infinity virus."

The picture showed a girl identical to her, with slightly shorter hair and a pale complexion, although she had almost see through skin compared to that girl who was being projected onto the white board. There was something wrong in the picture because she looked terribly upset and Vivica noticed that she was being grasped onto by sick, gray hands, one on each of her arms.

"Picture two," Wesker changed the clip and watched as Vivica's eyes widened, "August the twenty-ninth. The victim was injected with the Infinity virus and the results were the best that anyone could ever expect."

The girl, who she apparently shared the same name and identity with, was being injected with a thick, silver needle. Wesker was the one holding it in place deep inside her neck. The girl was obviously asleep, but even then Vivica could see that she was in pain from the virus.

Wesker changed the picture again. "Several hours later the test subject transformed completely, bearing no knowledge of her past. She could easily be controlled with the deep connection I, myself had with her. Although she didn't do exactly as she was told, the test subject accomplished everything that she had been given orders for."

Pale, white skin was replaced with a deep gray color. The girl's eyes were an even lighter color, almost white. She had a puncture wound on her neck where the needle was and as Wesker rapidly switched the pictures, Vivica could see the wound healing up.

"Picture six, August the thirtieth. The victim showed powerful combat skills and was forced to fight against several other test subjects and came out as the victor. She was feared by those who had helped train her."

Standing on a fallen blood soaked body with a handgun drawn, the girl held an angered look on her face. Her finger was placed on the trigger as the person she had her foot dangerously forced into looked like he or she was begging for mercy, which Vivica knew the girl would not offer to her victim.

"Skipping along to September the thirteenth. The victim lost total control of her body and could only move when I pleased. She tried to avoid it, but drugging her seemed to do the trick. Along with losing power over her body and mind, the victim showed an increase in strength and killed anything that got in her path, with no questions asked."

There was no picture as Wesker spoke, but when he put a new one on, she felt the same side effects as she had when she bumped into that man. This time, though, Vivica was freed from the pain it caused thanks to the sedatives and studied the face of the blond haired man, trying to remember him, but failed.

"Leon S. Kennedy," Wesker began, "Was becoming quite a bother to our foundation that we had created. With the abilities of the victim, she was to be put against him, shoot him with a single bullet and then everything would work out in the end and the Infinity virus would rule over all."

There was no way that she, if the 'victim' Wesker was talking about was really her, could've killed that man. Besides, he was still alive and all the pictures she was being shown were nothing but clips of the past.

"But nothing went as planned. On October the first, the victim was sent out to destroy the agent and finish off our worries. She was sent to the Raccoon Forest and had strict orders. It was part of the plan to trick him into thinking that the person who now brandished a gun that held a bullet with his name on it, was still the same person who he had left behind in a small American city before her capture."

Vivica stared at the black board and wondered about her past. She couldn't think anymore as Wesker's voice filled her ears once again, anger evident in his voice.

"She failed the mission, disobeyed orders and instead of shooting Leon, she turned the gun on herself. This was an unfortunate loss to us but more important things had to be done. And like many others, Leon destroyed them as well, along with the new Raccoon City."

"If I'm this 'Vivica' person you speak of, then why the hell am I alive? Who would want to live after that?"

"The Infinity virus. You were buried after your death and when Raccoon City exploded, your body was unaffected by it. It took a whole year for your body to regenerate, just like the Infinity virus is supposed to if the victim's body coped with it. You were able to rise from the dead with no memory of what happened because of that gunshot."

"Bullshit."

Wesker walked over to Vivica and pulled out a mirror once he was looming over her chair. He tilted the mirror up so she could see and pushed back multiple stands of hair, revealing a rather large scar that almost blended perfectly into her skin. This was an effect of some of the drugs he had injected into her body, but it proved just who she was.

"That's impossible. It wasn't there before. What games are you trying to play now?"

"No trick, but the truth."

Wesker left the room without muttering a single word and left Vivica to think to herself. She trashed back an forth, hoping to escape from this hellhole full of nightmares and things she wished she was never told.

Just as she thought she had broken one of the straps, the lights flickered and turned off. Everywhere inside of the building the people inhabiting it were surrounded with the darkness that engulfed them. Anyone who was alive were vulnerable to the walking undead.

The nightmare in the factory grew even more.