I forgot to inform everyone that it is once again exam week at school :grumble, grumble: and getting on the computer and updating this story is near impossible, but I only have to go to school for an hour each day. I have come to a final choice that my new resident evil story will be called Runaways. Just some more info about it: the story will be in parts, really long and updated like once a month because I be working on them a lot to get them a long length. I've already written about 1/4 of the first part and plan on making more. As for this story -to let some information slide- I will tell you who the mystery person is during the next chapter! DUN DUN DUN! There wil once again be no reviewer responses, but there will be in the next chapter, I promise. Anyways enough of me boring you! On with the story!

How long is the night?

Chapter 24

Barret's death

Look at me, you can tell
By the way I move and do my hair
Do you think that it's me or it's not me?
I don't even care
I'm alive
I don't smell
I'm the cleanest I have ever been.
I feel big, I feel tall, I feel dry (dry)

"I'm a fake" By: The Used

Ashley felt the pain rip right through her. He head smashed against the window, shattering it on impact. She clenched her teeth to hold back from screaming once more. Her eyes watered as the seat belt that she had been wearing burnt her skin. The only thing she could see was the world go rolling.

Roll. Smash. Roll. Smash. Roll...

Ashley opened her eyes when the truck stopped. She peered out the window and avoided the sharp glass that threatened to tear her apart. When she saw what they were stuck on she wasamazed that they were hanging on that thing none the less.

A little tree had broken their fall. A narled branch stuck in the side of the truck, going right through the metal. It was barely four feet tall and looked extremely old by the withered and worn bark that clung to it.

Ashley let out her breath that she didn't even know that she was holding. Averting her gaze from their only little life line, she looked at the front seat. Leon didn't look like he was alive. There was blood trickling down the side of his face and turning his blonde hair to a deep crimson color. Beside him was Michael. Ashley could hear his breathing that was deep and laboured. She saw him move then rest his head against the unbroken window beside him. While she was trying to see how badly Michael was injured she heard a grunt come from beside her.

Barret looked even worse than before. His eyes were closed in pain and his hair and face was matted in blood. He lay half in and half out of the window beside him that had been broken during the fall. The bandages on his hand had been torn off and the wound on his hand was bleeding again.

Ashley moved beside him and quickly tried to wake him. He mumbled something under his breath and slowly, painfully, opened his eyes. He looked really confused but as soon as he remembered where they were he sprang up.

There was an awful screeching noise as the truck lurched forward. Ashley grabbed onto the edge of the seat and closed her eyes. She opened them when Barret started chuckling.

"What's so funny?" She half whispered, half hissed.

"All this work for nothing, huh?" Barret stared out the broken window and down to the black nothingness that lay below them.

"Don't say that."

When they started arguing a shuffling noise could be heard from the front seat. Barret and Ashley turned their heads and saw that Leon and Michael had awoken.

Both their faces were covered in now drying blood that was cracked up in some places. Michael had a line of blood coming from the corner of his mouth that could be seen when he turned and faced the two people in the back seat.

Leon had a black eye. When they had crashed down his face had been ramed into the dash board and his cheek bone had collided into it, bruising it and causing the black eye to form quickly. His hair was plastered to the side of his head, making it look like he had just awoken from a really long sleep during a summer night. Leon looked at Ashley. She was looked just like everyone else did.

Her eyes were a dull color. Her hair was matted to her head, giving the appearance that she had glued it there. Her shirt had a rip at the shoulder and blood was seeping out of it, though Ashley hadn't noticed the pain yet.

All in all everyone looked like hell.

The truck lurched forward again and everyone was thrown to the front, weighing down the vehicle and making the chance of falling back down the cliff even higher than before.

Wesker sat in his chair in a dark room. The door opened and his visitor walked in, a distant look in it's eyes.

"Are you ready to do as you are commanded?"

The figure knelt down on one knee, her hair spilling over her face as if to hide it from Wesker. She had no cotroll over her body now. Wesker had totally taken over it and would not allow her to turn back into the normal being she once was.

"Yes, master." Her voice was quiet and lacked any emotion that exisisted.

Wesker let an evil smirk grace his lips as he thought of all the events that were to come. Reaching down into his pocket, he produced a gun and handed it to the figure.

There was only one bullet inside.

"I want you to kill Leon, do not miss. Waste that shot and it'll be the end of you."

"Yes, master."

There was a tug a her brain that commanded her to leave the room and she did just that. Once she was out in the hallway two creatures appeared and they went into the vehicle that would carry them to the spot where Leon was and he would be finished off.

Once and for all.

The motorcycle roared down the dirt road. The Raccoon Forest and Arklay Mountains were just a few miles away. A cloud of dust followed the vehicle as it sped off around a hundred and eighty miles per hour.

Jill was almost flung off the motorcycle when it collided with the limp body of a zombie that had been in the middle of the road. She clutched the handle bars when she felt her legs fly up and let out the breath that she had been holding.

She stopped the bike a few feet down the road and hopped of. Jill looked at the motorcycle and saw that the zombie had almost blown off the front wheel.

"Damn creatures."

Kicking the bike, she turned around and began to walk in the direction of her destination.

When the shadows of the trees greeted her, Jill reloaded one of her guns and held it up like she normaly would in a situation like this. She blew a stray strand of hair that had gotten in the way of her vision and stepped into the forest that could very well kill her.

The silence kept on bothering her. She cursed the leaves and all the other things that were on the floor of the forest that crunched and crumpled under her footsteps. But Jill also saw this as an advantage too. She could know within seconds that there was something or some one watching her if she heard the loud noise of the dead things break from whatever it was that was standing on them or trying to sneak up on her.

Just as Jill's mind drifted to other things, she heard something. There was not noise like she had expected, just the sound of something fast moving by at a very hight speed.

Carefully raising her gun, Jill pointed it in the direction of a rotten tree. Her finger was placed on the trigger and she pulled back on it, firing a bullet into the tree.

The quick blur was the only thing she saw as it jumped out of the way of the bullet. It made a animal like noise then went head bound into the forest, leaving Jill behind only for her to run after it.

Trees and bushes of all kinds and shapes flew by as she ran through the errie forest. Her foot steps became less and less quickened as her lungs screamed for her to stop. When she did she heard another noise coming from the right of her.

Dashing head long towards the noise, shock and anger welled up inside her when her eyes fell upon the sight that lay before her.

The only thing left of the team of survivors that had travelled with Leon, were their torn up bodies that were scattered everywhere.

Green grass was now crimson grass. The trees and other plants were doused with their blood. Beside each body lay the guns that they had once held. Now they lay useless beside their corpses.

Jill heard the same noise that she had heard earlier and saw something move out of the corner of her eye. When she looked to the left of her she saw the tattered body of the last living survivor. She was at her side in seconds and looked down upon the dying person.

"Hunted...something...Leon...over cliff...dead," the woman coughed up blood and watched it slowly trickled down the side of her face through her glossy eyes. "My...time...go...to die."

Jill closed the dead eyes of the survivor and checked to see if anyone else was left alive. She closed her own eyes and looked into the distance when her search came up hopeless.

She left the area as soon as she could and began to trek through the forest with something new poering her.

Leon and the others were in trouble and she would have to find them. Once again her thoughts were interupted by the same creature that had appeared before she had stumbled upon the survivors.

This time the creature had no noticed her and continued doing what it had been ocupied with. And that happened to be it's dinner.

Jill hid behind a bush and brought her gun up and quickly aimed at the creature. She raised her hand to the trigger and pulled back on it.

Her hand was pushed to the side and the bullet entered the leg of the creature. Jill slowly turned around and came face to face with yet another one of those things.

It was a hunter.

Several other noises could be heard and in no time she was surrounded by at least five of them.

Each and everyone of them had been injected with the Infinity Virus and each of them had been sent out to hunt and kill all of the survivors.

Thinking fast, Jill quickly killed four of them, leaving the one that had been eating from earlier. She jumped to the side and bruised her ribs when the remaining hunter had lunged at her, only to get a mouth full of dirt instead of flesh.

The gun was raised and the the bullets that came out of it all went directly into it's head, one after the other. The hunter convulsed for a moment then collapsed to the ground.

Jill spent no time looking at the creatures that she had just slaughtered. She turned to a different direction and started to walk at a fast pace. She never came across any other things that wanted nothing more than to eat her alive.

An hour had passed since the incident and by now Jill was tiring quite fast. As she stumbled down an old train track, Jill came across a path of broken trees. She followed it out of curiousity and when she found the cliff that Leon and the others had fallen off of she dropped all her weapons and began thinking up ways of how she could get to them.

"Is anyone down there?" She screamed.

Jill was met with silence. Nothing but silence, and she hated it all.

There was a noise that came from below, causing Jill to look over and narrow her eyes to try to make out the form of the mangled truck. When she saw the outline of it she began calling again, this time there was an answer. It was almost impossible to hear but Jill managed to some how.

"Help!" Michael's voice came from the broken vehicle.

Jill searched her bag that she still had and did a little jump of victory when her hand rested on a rope that would be long enough to reach the truck.

"I'm throwing a rope down. One person at a time unless you all want to die." Jill threw the rope down and knew that some one had caught it when Michael tugged on the end that was hanging just outside of the window that had been rolled down.

Inside of the truck there was much arguing going on.

"Ashley, go first."

"I don't want to," Ashley snapped back at Leon.

"Ashley goes first, than Michael and finally Leon. I'll be right behind you guys," Barret rasped out.

"But-" Leon went to protest when Barret held up a hand to indicate that his way was right and no one should object to it.

Michael moved to the side and helped Ashley as she gripped the rope like the life line that it was. When she had climbed up all the way and was completely safe, Michael went next. When it was finally Leon's turn he was starting to doubt that his friend would make it out alive with the wound on his hand that would prevent him from climbing up.

"You sure you'll be alright?"

"I can do it. Hurry up and quit worrying."

Leon glanced back once then scooted over and into the driver's seat. When he did that the truck moved even further, hurling Barret into the front with Leon and thus causing the truck to start to slip off of the little tree.

"Hurry Leon," Barret said, clenching his teeth due to all the pain that was now coursing through his body at the moment.

When Leon didn't move and the truck moved further down instead, Barret pushed Leon and made him grab the rope. Then they felt the truck buckle and begin to finally slip off the tree.

"Barret!" Leon yelled as the truck slipped and plunged down into the seemingly bottomless pit.