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Edited by: Sci-Fi Raptor

Mayhem: Conversion

The only part that I hate about being a S.T.A.R.S. member is the amount of running we have to do. I'm a fucking sniper! My job is to sit back, relax and shoot any bad guys at a distance. Not run around dark streets in a zombie infested city. Come to think of it, I should have hot-wired that military jeep. I wouldn't be this exhausted and would have saved a lot of time getting to our destination. It would have also saved Shinobu from the running also, since she's having a hard time keeping up with me.

If there is anything good about this run, it's that we haven't seen any zombies. I would have at least expected a dozen so far, but none have shown up. As good as that sounds, if we don't pick up our pace, I may not see my friends again.

"How much longer before we reach the Umbrella Corporation building?" I ask Shinobu, breathing heavily with each word.

"About fifteen more blocks," she replies, also breathing heavily. I try my best for her to keep up with me, but the thought of my friends battling for their lives urges me to go faster.

We get about two blocks before I hear something behind me. Armed with my gun, I turn around only to see that Shinobu has fallen to the ground. I rush to her aid, helping her up.

"Come on. We have to get going." I let go of her and begin to run, but she has fallen again. Coming back to her, I kneel down and carry her on my shoulder. "What's wrong Shinobu?"

"I sorry. I too tired. I need rest." Not wanting to drag her the rest of the time, I do a fireman's carry on her before running at full speed. This may not be a wise decision to do, with my rifle jiggling side to side on my back and carrying about a hundred extra pounds. But if this means I'll get to my friends quicker, then its well worth it.

I feel more exhausted after running three blocks. I keep telling myself that I need to continue; that I need to help my friends. Unfortunately, my body is telling me a different story. My eyesight is blurry that it's hard to tell where I'm going; the pain in my legs is increasing with each step and my breathing is so heavy that I want to collapse. I can feel my body shutting down when suddenly, I hear a gunshot, which gets my eyesight into focus.

"Did you hear that Shinobu?" I ask, not sure if I was hearing things.

"You mean gun fire?" Having confirmed what I just heard, I look into the street to see where the sound might've come from. Being a trained sniper has taught me to keen in on my hearing, so I can determine where someone is hiding. Unfortunately, this is going to be more of a challenge since there are more places you could hide in the streets.

Since the sound of the gunshot was loud enough in an area like this, I check the block ahead of us to see if anyone is around. When I do, I see someone leaning under a lamp pole as a group of zombies is heading towards the person.

"We need to save that person," I say, pointing at them so Shinobu could see.

"What we do?"

"You ready for a fight?"

"Yes." I crouch down enough to where Shinobu jumps off my back. Not wanting to waste any ammo on my rifle, I pick up my berretta from its holster as she equips her sword. With adrenalin in my system, we run towards the zombie herd.

"Shinobu. I want you to watch the person under the lamp pole. I'll take care of the hunger committee."

"But officer..."

"Just do it. Please." I see her running towards the person out of the corner of my eye. Usually, I don't mind her helping me with her sword, but because I have a lot of ammo, I don't mind wasting it.

I check behind me, seeing that I'm ten feet away from Shinobu and the person before turning my attention towards the zombies. I raise my gun, aim at one of their heads and pull the trigger. With each shot I fire, another one of those bastards falls. I can feel myself getting energize when I see the last of the herd on the ground. With the threat over, I put my gun back in the holster and walk over to Shinobu.

"How's our survivor doing?" I ask, seeing the tears in Shinobu's eyes when she turns towards me. "Hey. What's wrong?"

"I'm sorry," she cries, pointing to the person sitting against the lamp pole. "They were already like that when I arrived." Not sure what she means, I steadily walk over to the body. I'm already accepting the worst, thinking that whomever Shinobu pointed to is already dead. Before I could even check that, I notice the clothes the person is wearing, horrified to recognize it as a S.T.A.R.S. uniform.

"No." I cry out in somewhat of a silent whisper, rushing towards my comrade. I'm hoping that Shinobu is wrong; that there is some chance that my friend is alive.

I bend down to examine the body, but I can already determine what happen, seeing an exit wound on the back of the head. My entire body freezes at that moment, not believing this is true. I try my best to be professional about this, but it's really hard for me. In my seven-year career being on the force, this is the first partner that has died in my unit. If I only ran a little faster, maybe I would have saved them from this. Then again, I didn't know the situation or where they were at, so I might have passed them by. It takes me a few minutes before I regain my composure. I gently hold the cheeks and tilt the head upwards, recognizing the face.

"Tèa." Blood drips down her mouth, making me a little squeamish. I feel tears forming inside my eyes as someone touches my shoulder.

"It's me officer." Recognizing Shinobu's voice. I look up at her under the dim light, which kinda makes her look like an angel. "You all right?" I look back at Tèa's lifeless face, thinking of Shinobu.

"Shinobu, how old are you?"

"I thirteen." Figures. She looks it. Maybe fourteen if I never asked. But it doesn't change that both girls are very young to be in this situation. I don't know much about Shinobu, but she just turned into a teenager and Tèa died just before turning twenty. Seeing Tèa like this makes me feel bad for having Shinobu fight along side with me. It's my responsibility to protect civilians, not having them doing my job.

Since meeting and training with Tèa, I thought of her as my little sister. Same goes with Shinobu, though I need to know her better. I have three little sisters of my own, so I know the responsibility of being a big brother. But now, I feel like I let one of them down. With Shinobu still alive, I won't let it happen to her.

"Let's go," I let go of Tèa's cheek, hearing her neck crackle as her head drops. I get up and walk briskly away from the scene, hearing Shinobu's footsteps right beside me. I try to forget the image of my teammate as we walk into the darkness of the streets, but it's embedded in my brain so that not even death itself would ever let me forget this moment.

A swirl of questions start hitting me all at once: Why was Tèa here? What happened at the Umbrella Corporation building? Where are the others? Are they OK? Will we still be able to set off the bomb? I stop walking when I realize something about the last question.

"Shit!" I shout, turning towards Shinobu. "Shinobu; cover my back. I think my partner might have left us something." She nods as we make our way back to Tèa.

I see Shinobu scouting the darken street as I crouch down towards my fallen teammate once again. I carefully take off her vest and put it aside. I have a feeling that Shinobu is looking at me, wondering what I'm doing, but I really don't care right now. If my hunch is right, I might be able to set off the bomb. I begin to unbutton her shirt, hoping she doesn't come back to life and start beating the crap out of me or trying to make me dinner. I get halfway down unbuttoning her shirt when I see between her bra what I'm looking for: the key to detonate the bomb. I lift the chain, which holds the key around her neck, above her head and put it around mine.

I put the key inside my shirt and look at Tèa, still unable to cope with what has happened tonight. This was suppose to be a simple mission. She's so young and so innocent, but now looks so peacefully being one of the dead. I begin to button up her shirt, so she can at least have her dignity if the others happen to show up. Once I'm done, I grab her vest and notice something sticking out from one of the pockets. Curious in what it is, I pull it out, appearing to be a folded up envelope.

I take a closer look, seeing the backside of the envelope with the flap slightly up. Wondering who or what this is for, I turn it to the other side and see that it's addressed to someone, which is to me. I'm a little shocked that she would leave me a letter, but why? Without hesitation, I take the letter out from the envelope, unfold it and begin to read.

Dear An,

I guess if you're reading this letter, it means that I'm dead. What a sad way to go, huh? I mean, my first mission with S.T.A.R.S. and this happens? If you're wondering why I wrote this letter, it's because of Jeffery, Randy and Popcorn's experience in the military. They said that in case they died on the battlefield, they have something to say to their loved one that they're dead and express how they feel instead of someone else telling them. I better tell you why I'm writing to you before I get so emotional that I can't write. Anyway, the reason why I'm writing to you is to tell you that you're my first crush.

I freeze at the last sentence, quickly reading it over and over again to see if I read it wrong. But I don't. I want to stop reading and put the letter back in the envelope, knowing I already opened Pandora's box and knowing Motoyuki's feelings towards her, but something inside of me wants me to continue reading.

I really don't know why I feel like this. I mean, out of our group, you're the only one that makes me feel comfortable and safe, unlike the others, which are more like family members. Both Randy and Jeffery are like my father, with the age gap and the fact that both have a daughter of their own. I know they watched over me a bit during training and seem to be a bit overprotective when we're not. Popcorn is like the older brother I never had, but always wanted. He protects like Randy and Jeffery, but distances himself enough to make sure I still have some freedom. He's also very funny and open about himself and his family. Sometimes I wish I had his life instead of mine. Kenjiro is...well...more like the creepy cousin I only see once in a blue moon. I don't know much about him since his English is pretty bad, but he's always getting close to me, asking to hang out after work and to get to know me better.

I wish I could tell you why I'm in love with you. It's very cloudy when I try and think about it, but I know one reason is your dedication from the rest. I still remember you teaching me how to shoot my berretta. It was my first time in the firing range and I wasn't able to hit target. You noticed that I was struggling and helped me learn. It took well into the night before I finally hit the target, but you stuck with me until I did. I couldn't help, but admire you after that day.

I wish I could have told you about this in person while I was alive instead of you finding out in this letter as I am dead. I wish you the very best in life, pray you have a very long and successful career in S.T.A.R.S and hope that you'll never forget me.

Love Always,

Tèa Sanchez

I quickly read the letter one more time, thinking that this is too surreal. I remember the day at the firing range that she mentioned, not believing that she started liking me because I helped her out. I feel really bad learning this about her. I mean, I don't share the same feelings for her. Plus, I know that Motoyuki really likes her, so learning that she only thinks of him like an older brother will be devastating if he ever finds out. I decide that I'm never going to tell him about the letter, folding it back to the way it was, putting it into the envelope and setting it on Tèa's lap.

I almost forget about her vest, seeing it out of the corner of my eye. Grabbing it, I'm about to put it back on her when I look over at Shinobu, continuing to check the streets. She seems to be so much like Tèa: ambitious, brave, caring, dependable, energetic, fearless. With a little training in firing a gun, if she hasn't already, she could be the ultimate S.T.A.R.S. officer we ever had. If she were only older, she could join us. Then a little light bulb appears above my head, getting an unusual idea. I check the vest and other then dirt and small blood stains, the vest still seems useable.

"Shinobu! Come here a second." I watch her rushing towards me like it was life or death. She stands just outside the light from under the lamp pole as I stand to my feet.

"Yes officer?"

"Put this on." She seems to be a little skeptical by my request, but doesn't say anything. Walking towards me, she puts her sword in her holster and raises her arms up in the air. I slip the vest on her, securing the straps enough so she can still breathe.

"What this officer?"

"Officially, you're not old enough to be a S.T.A.R.S. officer. But with what I have seen you do and the way you have handled yourself, I'm making you an unofficial S.T.A.R.S. member." I watch her looking down at her vest, unable to see her expression. When she lifts her head up at me, she looks confused, but happy.

"Thank you for gift officer."

"You're welcome Shinobu. But call me Officer An or Officer Wong." We smile at each other for a moment before I look back at Tèa. I feel bad for giving away her vest to someone else, but deep down, I have a feeling she doesn't mind.

"You think your friend minds me wearing vest?" Hearing Shinobu ask.

"Don't think so. Anyway, we better..." A loud static filled burst comes out blasting from my radio. I can also hear it from Tèa's radio as I pick mine to and listen.

"ANYONE OUT THERE!" Someone yells before hearing a loud gun shot.

"Yeah. This is An Wong from S.T.A.R.S. Delta team."

"AN! IT'S ME! MOTOYUKI!" I hear another gunshot being fired.

"Motoyuki! What's going on?"

"I'M BLASTING THESE FUCKING LIVING DEAD!" I hear yet another gun shot being fired. "I NEED HELP. AND FAST!" As another gunshot can be heard, I wonder why Randy and Jeffery aren't helping him. Or maybe they are, but they're too many of them.

"Where are you?" I hear about three shots fired before hearing a reply.

"I'M NEAR THE MURAKAMI BAKERY!" He shoots off another shot. "HURRY! I'M RUNNING OUT OF AMMO!" I immediately put my radio away and sternly look at Shinobu.

"My teams near the Murakami Bakery. Do you know where that is?"

"That three blocks from here."

"Let's get going. I don't want to lose anymore of our teammates." She nods and we take off, hoping to get there in time.

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