Resident Evil: The Final Chapter

Chapter 15: R&R

A/N: All I can say is...I'm trying. The last time I updated was what, the 18th of August? Well, through then, to now, I've had a number of things happen that have prevented me from updating. First, school started the 24th(Booo!), which is a major drag, and its my –first- year of High School, so updating, regretfully, may be even slower because of HW. This story is important to me, and your reviews even more important, but education is first I guess (BOOOOO!). But I'll try. Second, I got sick for about three days, kept getting major headaches and such, and that made my homework pile up. Hopefully, since that is over, the next chapters will come faster. Please keep reading no matter how long it takes me! I'll try as hard as I can, as long as you all continue to support me. Of course, thanks to you all, as always. PLEASE KEEP READING! I freakin' love you guys, seriously! You motivate me, you keep me going, and Jesus, I don't know what I'd do if you guys would stop reviewing, it's just so darn important! I'll try harder, I promise!

Changing gears…

Quick thing before the chapter starts. Seshomaru asked, "what happened to Xavier?" in a review. Well, quite simply he died, don't you remember, Glitter killed Xavier in the chapter called 'Wesker's Minions'. Yeah, so that's what happened to Xavier, and I'm just realizing that this story seems racial now, seeing as how the black guy died…

ANYWAYS! –nervous laugh- (I'm not racial, for real, if anything, I'm the biggest wigger there ever was X.x)AndSesshoumarou (not to be confused with the other) continued to say in reviews, was that I should ask Capcom if they would accept my fic to be the next Resident Evil video game. I finally brought my lazy ass around to do it, and it turns out that they are not accepting ideas for video games…too bad, right :P

Enjoy the next chapter.

Although military was positioned in damn near every city west of the infection, chaos still threatened to take over. Rioters were abundant in most cities, some smaller towns had already been taken over by the rioters, and any sort of order was almost completely absent in a handful of places. These towns were abandoned by the protection of the military, left to fight for themselves. The military, at this point, had a 'cooperate with us, or be left behind' attitude. In this sort of situation, cooperation was key. Without cooperation, nothing could be completed, and even more lives could be lost. The military didn't have time to play around with hardheaded people.

The room was dark despite the fact that it was barely past 4:00, the only light came from a average sized television that was set on a dresser about five feet from the foot of the two beds, the television had been moved so that it was directly in front of a single bed. The large window by the front door had the shades pulled down over it, the patio door was locked and also had a curtain pulled over it. The door, of course, was locked with three locking mechanisms; chain lock, keycard lock, and a regular lock activated by the twist of a knob. There was also a round table near the door, four chairs set around it. A dresser sat in the middle of the two beds, a phone and a lamp set upon it. There was also a digital clock there that read 4:16 P.M.

There were two figures in the room. The male was no older then nineteen, seated at the head of the bed, back against the headboard, legs bent at the knees with his arms resting on either bent knee. He had a white towel wrapped around his neck, his hair still damp from taking a shower. The various colors of light that emitted from the screen revealed him to be wearing a dirt white t-shirt, and an equally dirty pair of blue jeans, his feat were bare, with a pair of white and blue Nike brand shoes and socks discarded at the side of the bed. At the foot of the bed lay the female, no older then the male. She lie on the bed horizontally, from his view anyways, her back toward him. One hand supported her head, and the other rested between her inner thighs. She had shoulder-blade length hair, and wore a sleeveless white shirt and a pair of blue jeans that hugged her lower body. Her right leg up too her upper thigh was bare; the pants leg had been seemingly ripped off. The pocket of her jeans hung out of the front of her jeans where they had been ripped off. She was also barefoot, socks and white shoes discarded at the side of the bed. Although they appeared dirty, the scent of soap was heavy in the air.

The male had a remote, and was flipping through channels.

"…Despite the attempts made by the military, this illness that mysteriously causes people to become uncontrollable, and in reported cases even express cannibalistic behavior, continues to spread at a rapid pace. There are also sightings reported of unidentifiable creatures from a handful of survivors-" The channel changed.

"…With President Graham's mysterious disappearance, a new President has been named: Mr. Timothy Wright. President Wright says that there was no explanation as of why the military was not informed of this crisis before it got out of hand. 'Sadly', he says, 'things did get out of hand, and now we are trying to do all within our power to stop this catastrophe from elevating-'"

"…'This is truly an emergency, and we urge everyone to cooperate, cooperation is urgent, and if we want to come out on top, we must all work together' says Mr. Callahan, the-"

"…Officials recommend that if you see someone suspicious, stay away from the individual and call the police. -"

"…Millions dead, millions more march further west. Already, the disease has worked its way into states like Pennsylvania and Virginia. Officials have ordered people to evacuate from states that are in immediate danger such as Ohio, West Virginia, Florida-"

"…East Coast declared a disaster area. -"

"…This is live from Norristown Pennsylvania! As you can see, down below, the military has a blockade of tanks, soldiers, and other random items just on the outskirts east of the city. They expect the infected victims to arrive within a few short hours. Norristown has already been evacuated, and so has the other cities within the immediate area-"

Three knocks at the door. Barry said he'd leave three knocks. Jeff rolled off of the bed and walked over to the door. A quick look through the peak hole revealed that it was in fact Barry, along with everyone else behind him; he was holding a few Burger King bags. Jeff opened the door, and couldn't help but take a large whiff of the aroma of the food that crept into the room. Food, good, ole food.

Following Barry was Chris, Jill, Leon and everyone else. Jeff closed the door, secured the two locks, and followed Barry to where he sat the food down on the small round table that could barely seat four. Everyone else joined, everyone else probably was thinking the same thing as himself; food is good.

Barry opened one of the several bags and started to dig out multiple double cheeseburgers, Whoppers, and chicken sandwiches. Everyone grabbed what they wanted and even if everyone had taken two, the guys all did this, there'd still be plenty left for people to go for seconds. Fries and drinks were then passed out, and everyone sat in miscellaneous places. Be it a dresser, a nightstand, a bed, or a chair, or even the floor, everyone was sitting and eating in silence.

It had been so long since he'd even touched food; he wasn't surprised that no one was talking. There, quite simply, wasn't time to talk. Everyone was too damned busy stuffing his or her mouth with anything edible. But he didn't have room to talk; he was near done with his double whopper, and had another just begging to be gobbled down by him. Even if he was in for a major stomachache for doing this, he knew he'd lost a good ten pounds through the last few days, and he knew he needed to eat.

Anyways, everyone had already talked enough on the plane. Some slept or rested, while others talked, he was one that rested. After such excitement, he couldn't bring himself to actually sleep, so he just sat there and listened to Ada, Leon, Steve, Claire, and Chris talk for a few hours before all but Ada fell asleep. They'd all talked a bit more on what to do, how to attack this Wesker guy. Then the conversation would suddenly steer in some other direction, mostly about how good it'd feel to get on a bed. How right they were. If it weren't for Barry arriving when he did, he'd been out a long time ago. Ada had also pondered over how Claire managed to 'come back from the dead'. She'd said that it had something to do with the viruses and such that entered Claire's body at that moment. The same viruses that he had had inside of him, maybe they were still in there, he didn't know. Most of what happened too him had become blurry after a while. He remembered bits and pieces, remembered being captured, remembered waking in his cell, only to wake in pain. Then he remembered pieces of his fight with Kainite, a fight that would've been lost if it weren't for Ada Wong.

Shrugging away the thoughts, Jeff stuffed the last of his food into his mouth and started unwrapping the other…

…Pain…Argh…Pain…

Pain. Not just a word to him, but a feeling, a common feeling. Something he was used too. He wasn't sure what it was exactly; he just knew that it was there. Forever present, never to go away. An endless pain that he was cursed to endure. There was of course, a bright side to all of this. In exchange, he received…power. Even though pain was eternally coursing through his veins, there was always the power that he obtains in turn to keep him going. The power and the knowledge that seemed to be infinite in amount were worth his torture.

Glowing eyes hidden in the shadow of his cowl scanned his surroundings. The steady hum of the helicopter was almost mesmerizing and he would have been asleep a long time ago if it wasn't for the millions of painful daggers that stabbed him continually, mentally of course. It hurt so much.

The power…Remember the power. It's worth it.

His eyes fell on the form of Glitter; the quite attractive seductress that Wesker claimed was a valuable part of the team. Sometimes he wondered if Wesker had Glitter here just for…how do you say, eye candy? She claimed to be strong, but was she really? Athena claimed to be strong, but the ones that Wesker despised killed her, was any of them really that strong? Was Wesker even strong? Why did he hate those people so much? He'd never known really, he'd just known that what Wesker said goes. He complied; of course, Wesker was, after all, the source of his power and knowledge.

Yes…The Power…

Refocusing on Glitter again, his educated mind once again steered in another direction. All of the curves of this woman's nude body, they would have been mesmerizing several years ago. But now…was he even a male? Ever since Wesker injected him with the virus, he'd undergone many transformations. He'd lost attraction to women, so seeing Glitter prancing about naked never caught his attention. But it would make him think, was what he had gone through even worth it?

It's worth it…

He had been a human once, in years that had almost faded away from his imagination. He was brilliant, or so everyone said. He'd always strived to become smarter; people said he was the next Einstein, maybe smarter. His name was Stephen Roberts, or Robertson, he wasn't quite sure. He was married for fifteen years, give or take a few, and had…a few children named…Tiffany-no, Tina…or was it Tiffany? In any case, he had two…or three, something close to that anyways.

I can't remember my family…

It wasn't important now. All that was important was that he continued to aid Wesker; in return, he would receive the power and the knowledge that he'd always wanted. He would become the smartest being in the world. Wesker said that once his plan was put to full effect, he would grant him those wishes. How he would do it, he wasn't quite sure. But he knew Wesker wouldn't lie…

"Spate."

Lifting his head just slightly, 'Spate' looked at Wesker who was calling his name. "Yes…?" His voice was somewhat evil one would say. It was smooth, masculine at the same time. A bit hoarse and shaky, but a voice all the same.

"I'm sorry for what you lost back at the labs, it truly is a heartbreaking loss. We'll avenge the destruction of all your hard work though, friend. I promise you."

Nodding, Spate lowered his head again. "Thank you, sir." Spate, an odd name for an individual, he even thought so himself. There was a reason though, behind his name. Just like there was a reason for Glitter being named Glitter, Athena being named Athena, and Kainite being named Kainite. Glitter was named after the gleam of her exoskeleton, Athena after a Greek Goddess, and Kainite after a certain element related to metal. He was named after the word spate, another word for 'epidemic', because of his ability to…infect things.

A random pain in his side, Spate wrenched as the pain shot up through his body, tearing through muscle and bone like scissors to paper…and it was gone just as quickly. A shaky breath, and Spate lowered his head even further so that his chin was touching his chest, arms crossed over his chest, and he closed his eyes as if in deep thought. Silently he begged that he would be torn from this world, from this life. If not for eternity, then at least that he'd drift off into the world of dreams where everything was much better. Where there was no…pain.

It's worth it… The same malicious voice inside his head whispered too him before he entered a state of unconsciousness, not sleep, but not awake neither.

Seven Hours Later

The rest of the day went on without many events, besides getting a new ride, and planning to leave for this George guys' house in the morning, the day was pretty much nothing but rest. They needed a big vehicle, but couldn't find one big enough to carry around all twelve of them. Barry, Billy, and Chris and Ada ended up scouting the small town a few hours from where this George guy apparently lived. Ada said that money wasn't a problem with her, that she had virtually millions in the bank, and a few tens of thousands of dollars wouldn't even put a dent in her profits. Umbrella had plenty of money to throw around back in the day. She was living proof of that.

They ended up finding a vehicle, two actually. A Honda Pilot, a large SUV that seated eight passengers, and a much smaller SUV, a Ford Explorer. After those four finally got back at the motel, they were all staying in one room for the time being but was actually paired off in six separate rooms, at about nightfall, they went back out to get some new clothes and other necessities. God knew they were not wearing the cleanest clothes in the town, in the state even.

And then finally, after this task was complete, everyone headed back to a room and they once again discussed what they would do the next day, which lead to why they were where they were. Everyone was sitting around somewhere, on a bed, in a chair, on a desk, or any other miscellaneous item that could prove as a temporary seat, just like earlier.

"You got that?" Ada asked, after finishing off their 'plan' for the next day. She received nods. "Good. We'll get up at six, so that we don't have to deal with traffic and such, and we should be at Georges no later then ten depending on how long it takes us too stop somewhere and eat."

"What about weapons?" Billy asked, biting his lower lip as he paused for a few seconds as if thinking. "We have nothing." He was absolutely right, they were unarmed, no weapons whatsoever. About thirty minutes before landing, while still flying above unpopulated land, they dumped their weapons out of the plane. There was no way the airport was going to let them through with those kind of weapons. They were lucky, as is, to get through the airport with no problem in the condition they were in. They looked like a couple of people that were lost in a jungle somewhere. With the entire nation pretty much on high alert, they had to be careful with what they did. Everyone, even in town, was a bit paranoid. Who wouldn't be in these circumstances? The world was decaying right before their eyes, all around them…literally.

"Don't worry about that," She replied, waving a hand in the air, "I'll take care of that. We need some designated drivers, a morning person would be nice."

"I'm up for it." Billy spoke up again after a small pause. "I used to be in the military, I'm used to waking up early."

"Same here." Leon announced after Billy was finished. "Not quite military, but close enough."

Ada nodded. "Alright, then, it's settled. I want everyone up bright and early, get up thirty minutes before six if your not a morning person, but make sure your prepared to go at six. It'd probably be a good idea for everyone to head to their rooms now, and go to sleep; you never know what could happen tomorrow. Just because we think we're safe doesn't necessarily mean we're guaranteed anything."

Chris smirked slightly from his seat next to Claire on a bed, and said, "You really have a way of getting right to the point don't you?"

She shrugged in response, a small smirk of her own forming. "It's better to let the truth be known, then to feed everyone false hope."

Chris nodded agreement. "Good point."

Ada stood up, and stretched slightly. Everyone had a bag next to where they were sitting, the contents were items ranging from clothes, to deodorants; no one had had time to change yet. "Alright then, let's all get outta' here. Goodnight everyone." Ada turned and exited the room, others following her, saying their own goodnights. Chris and Barry stayed in the room, seeing as how this was their room they were sharing.

Chris stood up, stretching, and walked toward the bathroom with his bag of things. "I'm gonna' go freshen up again, slip some new clothes on and hit the sack. Put the T.V on and entertain yourself, old man." Chris said with a slight laugh, Barry snickered and shook his head.

"Well hurry up, you ain't the only one that stinks around here."

"You got that right." Chris said, laughing again, as he closed the bathroom door behind himself.

It felt good to be clean again. Damn good. She'd taken a bath about twenty minutes ago. Rebecca turned off the faucet and started drying her hands, watching her reflection in the mirror as if studying a portrait meanwhile. Hazel eyes gazed back at her young, oval, fair-skinned, face. She smiled just slightly, remembering the days when life was simple. Remembering her days seven years ago, months before S.T.A.R.S. had even heard of her name. She had lived in a small-town south of Chicago, was raised in a great home, and turned out to be a genius for her age. She went from fifth to seventh grade, from tenth to twelfth, and somehow ended up only taking a year worth of college to become a S.T.A.R.S. Originally, Rebecca Chambers was supposed to be an expert medical aid, but events several years ago steered her life in a much different direction. Hell, the ability to become a scientist was in her grasp seven years ago. Was it fate, like Billy had said, that caused her to be where she was now? With this band of people, a third of them nothing but ordinary people, was she too do something that could save the world?

Rebecca blinked out of her thoughts and her smile had been replaced with a look of confusion. She turned away from the mirror and opened the door, walked out into the room only lit by a single dull lamp. Billy Coen lie on the bed, arms crossed behind his head, watching the television. She watched him as she moved to sit down on the opposite bed, a smile forming on her thin lips. Suddenly he was looking at her, a grin of his own on his face.

"Goodnight," Rebecca said just loud enough for him to hear before slipping under the covers.

Billy nodded at her. "Night." He clicked the lamp off, followed by the T.V, and they were lost in the darkness of the room.

She lie there for a minute, the sheets cool against her bare legs. She thought for a moment if she should change into some pants, and a long sleeved sweater rather then the pair of baby blue shorts that were almost too short to even be considered shorts, and the white sleeveless shirt that was just big enough to cover her flat belly. After another few moments, the sheets started to warm as her own body heat heated them. Rebecca rolled over onto her side and pulled her legs up closer to her chest, the blankets up past her nose, one hand placed under the pillow, and the other lost between her thighs

And she couldn't sleep. After lying there for at least five minutes, she found that she had probably rolled and tossed around several different times. Letting out a sigh of frustration, Rebecca pulled the covers down to her waist and sat up, staring blankly into the darkness. She just had too many thoughts in her head, she found out after a minute of sitting there. One of which involved-

"Can't sleep?" He asked from what seemed another side of a long, dark tunnel. She heard his covers ruffling around as he moved about. She nodded and murmured a 'yeah'. "Same here." She could hear him moving around a bit again. "After all of this is over, after everything's back to normal, what are you going to do?"

Weird question. She thought, and she pulled herself up into a sitting position. Shrugging, she replied, "Not sure, I guess just move into a nice apartment somewhere and relax the rest of my life away." Billy laughed. "I've had enough adventure for my lifetime, and my kids' lives."

"You have a boyfriend back home?" He asked casually. "You know, some guy waitin' for you to come back."

She laughed and shook her head, replying at the same time, "Nah. I guess I just never had that on my mind much…"

"Ah, I see." More noises came from his bed. "How about I take you to dinner when this is over?"

Dinner? Rebecca could feel her face flush, and was thankful that he couldn't see her rosy cheeks through the almost pitch black. A date! Rebecca sat up a bit more, and she felt a feeling of happiness rush through her. Did she love this man? It was a question she'd asked herself more times then she cared to count, starting seven years ago when they parted ways. Jesus…did he feel the same way about her?

"Well?" He asked. And she thought she heard a bit of nervousness in his voice.

"S-sure!" She said, maybe a bit too happily, and she felt her face grow hotter. "I-I mean, yeah. Dinner would be nice, maybe with everyone else too."

She thought she heard him snicker before he replied. "How about a few more after that? Just you and me? Let nature take its course from there on out."

Wow…She thought as she sat there, face becoming ever hotter. "You mean you want to take me on a few dates, right?"

She heard his laugh this time. "Yeah, if you want to, that is."

Do I want to? What kinda' question is that? Of course I do! Answer him, stupid! "That'd be…yeah, yeah, I'd like that, Billy."

"I was hoping you'd say that…" He said, and as quickly as he said it, his lips were on hers. She didn't even see him coming through the darkness, didn't hear his footsteps, he was quiet as a mouse. And kissed like she dreamed he would. Rebecca's face grew hotter, and suddenly goose bumps rose up all over her body, and she was lost in the kiss. She felt, just slightly, his hand moving around to the back of her head, through her hair, and then started down her back slowly. The kiss. The kiss she'd been longing for, for seven years…she was finally having her prayers answered!

He paused just slightly, long enough to tell her he loved her, and their lips were locked again. She didn't need words to tell him how she felt, not now anyways. She couldn't stop the kiss, not for anything.

They were hoping that setting up about a hundred soldiers could at least hold them back for a few hours. He knew what they were trying to do, basically, they were bait. No matter how tough these soldiers appeared to be, especially the six-foot five two hundred pounder standing next to him wielding a M16, deep down they were all frightened. Between all of the stories of anesthetic cannibals, and un-describable monsters straight from hell, even the strongest and bravest of men would cower in their boots.

Staring across the barren interstate, a few lifeless bodies scattered around, dead from heat stroke and lack of food and water, he felt the sun beaming down on what felt like only him. The interstate was slightly elevated, about one hundred feet between the bottom of the bridge and the green grass below. There were soldiers stationed below too, split about fifty-fifty, about twenty on either side of the concrete divider, and the rest were down below. Their job was to ensure that no creatures got into what was considered 'safe land'.

His name was Carl Prybojewski, a complicated Polish name, he was thirty-six and had a wife and a daughter named Ellie back at home in Washington. They were waiting for him, impatiently, urging for his arrival. But deep down, he had a gut feeling that he wouldn't be seeing his sixteen-year-old beauty that he watched grow up with pride. Just as the thought crossed his mind, an unearthly sound shattered the silence of the morning. He gripped the M16 tighter, and heard someone yell just before being cut off by automatic fire that clattered endlessly.

Not even seconds later, he could make out a tiny black dot at the far end of the bridge. This black dot was getting bigger, and he could hear it's pounding, rapid, footsteps as it raced toward the group. Someone yelled to fire, and he squeezed the trigger, a spray of bullets rocketing toward the adversary, and he realized as it's shape became more distinct and larger, that this was something that wouldn't go down by a few hundred machine-gun bullets.

The creature, from what he could see, was four-legged, about the size of an elephant- and he grasped reality, noticing that the bridge was vibrating under its thunderous footsteps. The click of an empty magazine, he quickly replaced it and fired again. He didn't care if the bullets went astray; he was just doing what he was told and hoping it worked.

Maybe it was the fact that he wasn't fully concentrating on the battle situation, maybe it was because he was thinking of his daughters beautiful smile, and at the same time feeling all of his hopes and dream for her future shattering, like a slap to the face. Was that why he didn't notice the creature until it was only a few yards away?

Time froze for a moment, and he saw the deadly red eyes as the beats galloped toward him in a flash of reddish muscular skin. It had what looked like the tusks of an elephant, but shaped like that of a beetles pincers. Its face was distorted so bad that he couldn't describe it with words. It's size, it was overwhelming, and each thundering footstep caused cracks to web out on the concrete under its feet and its massive weight of at least several tons-

-and the man beside Carl screamed in pain as one of the creatures' horns impaled him sending a spray of blood on Carl, and it continued to charge, random automatic clatter and the crushing and cracking of human bones as the beast trampled at least a dozen people before stopping, and swinging it's neck around. The impaled soldier that was hanging on it's bloody 'tusk' was flung off of the beast and over the side of the bridge, the thud of the corpse hitting the ground lost in between another cry from the beast and busts of automatic fire. The creature was now facing Carl who dropped his rifle in surprise, and screamed as it charged toward him-and another burst exploded into the already noisy atmosphere, somehow it made the beats stumble a bit and steer far away from Carl and crash through concrete and fall down off of the bridge.

The guns stopped instantly, and Carl spun around to look over the bridge at the beast, thanking God that he'd see his daughter and wife again, just as it fell onto another soldier whose nerves reacted by firing the gun that was still pointing into the air and still being held. The soldier named Carl didn't have enough time to move as the convulsing hand of the crushed soldier fired off an entire round even after Carl fell backwards with blood pouring out of a bulletwound in his forehead. Carl Prybojewski was dead.

The morning was nice, a beautiful day, and although the rest of the United States was in fear, he was acting as if nothing was wrong. Somehow he'd become accustomed to situations like these. Raccoon City was a big explanation of why.

Too accustomed… Chris Redfield thought as he crossed his arms over his chest and waited for the others, he sat down on the front bumper and took a breath. The gray Honda Pilot was trembling slightly under the power of the engine. His stomach felt weird, felt like it was being turned around and shaken as if caught in the middle of an earthquake. He saw the news this morning when he woke up, saw that the President was urging people to be on high alert, heard a newscaster say that hundreds could be dead already, just counting soldiers. Was that why his stomach was hurting? How could something like this become so widespread, so fast? It was like Armageddon.

Maybe that's what Wesker wants…Sick bastard…

"Chris!" Billy's voice came from inside the Pilot.

Chris turned and looked over his shoulder, Billy was sitting in the drivers seat. "Yeah?" Chris replied casually.

"Do you have any CD's by chance?" Billy asked with a frown. "I'm not up for driving a hour and listening to the news."

Chris smirked. He was happy that Billy could keep his cool in this situation. "Nope, sorry, I forgot 'em back home."

Billy half-smiled at Chris' joke. "To bad." Billy raised his head slightly, his focus switching from Chris. "Finally!" Chris turned around and saw Leon coming out of the motel, Ashley following, and then everyone else. They had been going over a few last minute things he guessed. Ada was the last to exit the motel room, she closed it behind her and followed Leon, and Ashley into the Ford Explorer while Jeff, Tara, Chris, Billy, Barry, Jill, Chris, and Rebecca piled into the Pilot.

Chris looked out of the passenger seat window at the smaller SUV next to the Pilot. Leon started the engine up as Billy put the Honda into reverse and started toward the road, Leon following close behind.

A/N: Again, major apology for such a late update. I'm already working on the other, hopefully I'll get it up alot faster then this one.

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