Resident Evil: The Final Chapter

Chapter 16: Preparations

A/N: Not to quick of an update…I know, but I've had some problems at school, and I've been trying to handle 'em, and it's put a lot of stress on me. I'm hopin' I ain't gonna' be a wanted man much longer, lol, and if not updates could get a lot faster. But if this situation gets thicker, I will probably end up really getting slow cause I can't type up my story. But let's hope that don't happen? Keep me in y'alls thoughts…High School ain't bein' nice to me…neither is about 5 guys X.x As always, thanks for the reviews, thanks for continuing to read and update. Enjoy the next chapter.

Wesker stepped out of the helicopter, the blades just starting to come to a slow halt. There was a heavy noise of machinery above him and the morning light that poured down into the room that smelled heavily of an industrial building was slowly disappearing as the ceiling above was closing slowly. There was a loud slam as the ceiling closed completely, dim lights on the walls providing enough light to see around the rather large room. There was only one door, a double door about one hundred yards away.

There was a heavy thud behind him, followed by a much lighter thud, if it could even be called that, as Spate jumped out of the 'copter followed by Glitter. As soon as he heard this, Wesker started walking in silence toward the doors north of where he was standing. Before they walked even forty yards, the double doors opened with the low hiss of hydraulics and two figures walked through the doors.

They all looked very much the same, he thought, as he stopped within arms length of the two figures. Both were deathly pale, a light shade of gray was traceable on their bodies. They had thinning hair, but appeared to be no more then thirty years of age. Their eyes were dull, gray, lifeless, just like their plain faces. No emotion whatsoever.

"Bienvenido devolver, sénor." One of them welcomed in Spanish, and both placed a hand to his forehead and clicked his heels together, saluting the Ex-S.T.A.R.S. Commander.

Wesker nodded. "Delantera me vamos el dirección cuarto." He commanded. Both soldiers nodded and turned on their heels and started toward the doors. Wesker followed close behind. He was pretty good with Spanish, which was a good thing. He could communicate with his children, the 'smart zombies' as he had first called them, the Los Illuminados.

Spate followed silently, Glitter decided to ask Wesker what he was saying as she quickened her pace to walk next to him. Wesker turned his head toward her slightly. "I told them to take me to the control room. I'm going to give our friends a little present…"

He saw a small grin appear on her face before he turned to watch where he was walking. They would pay for their interference. They wouldn't survive this time, he guaranteed himself this…they're luck had run out. They couldn't hide, he knew where they would run, Ada would lead them to one of her closest connections, and from there…They wouldn't get any further then that.

Ashley watched from inside the SUV what seemed to be endless pasture speed by in a green blur. One hand supported her head; the other was lying across her lap. She, Leon, and Ada must have been thinking hard on their situation, or just plainly too worried, because no one had said much since they left the motel. Ada never even bothered getting sleep, neither did she. She wondered for a moment, how she had even slept the night before, she had a lot on her mind last night, and still did.

She had been wondering for at least an hour and a half now, wondering aimlessly on totally random and mix-matched topics. Ranging from wondering if Ada's friend would have good food, she was hungry and they never stopped to get any food like Ada said they would, to wondering what she'd be doing ten years from now. Would all she'd been through haunt her through life? Would it be like in the movies, and eventually she'd turn into a nut-job? Would she even be alive ten years from now? A week from now?

Ashley shook her head, making her thoughts disappear, and she once again refocused on the green blur that was flat plains of rich grass. Billy must have been going at least eighty down the empty road; Leon was trailing behind the Pilot, that Billy was driving, about eighty yards. The last house she'd seen was about thirty miles back…where the hell was this guys house? And who would live out here, anyways?

Ashley frowned a bit. The young blonde-haired girl looked over at Leon who was sitting in the driver seat. He was wearing a pair of black denim jeans, a white shirt, black boots, and a jacket that looked very much like the one he wore back in Europe…except this one was in better shape. He looked tired, his eyes slightly droopy, he was tense. She could tell by the pulsing vein near his temple, a sign that his teeth were clenched together. She felt somewhat bad for him. If it weren't for her, would he even be here? Would he have never of had to put his life in danger? Sighing inwardly, Ashley sunk a bit further down into her seat and waited…and then the SUV came started to slow down.

Ashley pushed herself back up into a sitting position; peering over the dashboard she saw a large white house just up ahead to the left. There was a long gravel driveway that led back to the house that was tucked in-between trees, and bushes, providing a good sense of security although the guy really didn't need it. He probably didn't know the meaning of 'neighbor'.

Leon followed the Pilot down the driveway. The journey was bumpy, but luckily short. Leon parked the Explorer next to the Pilot and killed the engine.

"We'll only be here, two days max." Ada said as she opened the door and jumped out.

Ashley looked at the rather large house. It was beautiful, at least worth a few million dollars, but she couldn't help but feel a strange vibe emitting off of the home…like something was going to happen. The slam of the driver door as Leon jumped out, startled her back into reality and she too got out of the Explorer. Once out, she took a deep breath. The air was pure, clean, unlike what she was used to back in D.C. She had to admit, now that she looked around, she liked the quietness of this place.

Ashley wore a pair of tight-fitting white low-rise denim pants that clung to her like a second skin with a thin red belt, black Nike shoes under the bell of the pants, and a sleeve-less white button-up shirt that was unbuttoned, and tied at the chest, with the shirt unbuttoned, it revealed a bit of cleavage. Ashley walked around to the front of the Explorer and Pilot where everyone was gathered. Ada was just finishing telling them something. She caught the last part.

"…He's a bit suspicious of everyone, so don't mind him too much. Let's go."

With that Ada started toward the front door of the wide, white, home. It was nothing fancy, it just seemed…really big. Leon followed behind Ada, and Ashley made sure to be with Leon as she quickened her pace so that she was walking next to him. When Ada stopped at the door, she glanced over her shoulder at the others, and then knocked on the storm door.

They waited. She knocked again about ten seconds later. Forty more and the door opened. The figure on the other side of the door was about six-feet tall, and had to weight about two hundred and fifty, if not more. He looked sort of like Barry, except not as neat looking. The guy was probably in his late forties, and had untidy facial hair, and wore a pair of blue jeans and a white t-shirt. His hair was thinning, uncombed.

"Ada, it's nice to see you again." The man, George, said with a nod. She nodded back at George. "Please, come in, all of you."

Steve sunk down in his seat on one of three couches in the spacious living room, along with those chairs; there was a recliner at the end of each couch. There was a fireplace at one wall, an expensive rug about five feet in front of it, and a couch at either side of the rug with a glass coffee table setting in the middle on a rug, another couch was placed directly between the other two couches about four feet away. Directly above the couches hung a glass chandelier. There were large white windows in the room; windows that looked vividly like the ones that was in the White House. Was this guy rich?

"So, you need supplies?" George asked shortly after Ada finished telling him their situation.

"And some plane tickets…" Ada reminded him. She was sitting next to George on the couch. George nodded response. "Will it be too much for us to spend the night here?"

George nodded again. "Sure, Ada, no problem. Your welcome to stay as long as you want."

Ada smiled and nodded. "Thank you." Ada uncrossed her legs, and crossed them again. She wore a shapely, one piece skirt with a halter top and wide shoulder straps and black high-heeled shoes, so she was careful of how she moved her legs when she did this.

Steve watched Ada intently. She was a beautiful woman, there was no doubt, but he wondered what hid behind that striking smile and dazzling eyes. She worked for Wesker, didn't she? She couldn't be that much of a good person…She caught his eyes and looked at him, a blank stare. Luckily, Claire walked by and he re-directed his attention to her as she sat down. She was wearing a pair of shapely low-rise blue jeans that flared out a bit past her knees and covered a pair of pearl-white sneakers, with a loose-fitting, white, short-sleeved shirt without a stomach, and her red denim vest.

The redhead smiled at him and sat down next to him. She wrapped an arm around his shoulders and an arm around his abdomen, and rested the side of her head on his shoulder. He rested his elbow on the back of the couch, and stroked her silky red hair with his fingers in response.

"How long will it take for you to get those things?" Steve peered up at the talker, Chris, who was sitting on a couch directly across from him, Jill on one side and Barry on the other. He was wearing a pair of military-style green camouflage pants, combat boots, and a black t-shirt. Barry wore a black shirt that hugged his large biceps tightly, a pair of blue jeans, and boots. Jill wore a white-denim miniskirt, a tight-fitting halter-top tank shirt, and black knee-high boots.

George started to think for a moment; Steve took this time to look around the room. Jeff and Tara were sitting together on a recliner; she was sitting on his left thigh, with her legs hanging over his right, and her head resting on his shoulders. She was wearing a tight-fitting black t-shirt, tight fitting blue jeans, and pearl white tennis shoes. Jeff wore a oversized white T-shirt, a baseball cap with a flat bill, worn slightly tilted to one side, a pair of loose-fitting dark blue jeans, and a pair of pearl white Nike Air Force One tennis shoes worn with the shoestrings tied in a single crisscross and stuffed inside his shoe with the tongue sticking out, pants tucked behind the tongue and with the Velcro strap left untended to. They were taking it pretty good, he decided, given the situation and their age. But in reality, he wasn't much older several years ago when he met Claire, and he faired pretty good.

Billy was standing up, arms crossed, and using the wall as support. He wore a pair of beige work boots and loose-fitting pants that weren't overly baggy like the ones that Jeff wore, his upper attire was a black muscle shirt that hugged every inch of his torso. Rebecca was sitting in the recliner that was close to him. She was wearing a loose-fitting pair of pants and a sleeveless white shirt.

Finally, George replied.

"The tickets could take awhile, should be ready by morning actually. Everything else…well, in about ten minutes if you guys can pick out what you want real quick-like." He grinned at the confusion on Chris' face. "Come on, I'll go show you what I have." George stood up from the couch and started out of the room.

Billy was the last to enter the basement. George had kept the door padlocked, and also had a regular door lock on the basement door. The basement wasn't like your ordinary basement. It wasn't cluttered with unusable things, A.K.A. junk, didn't have an odd smell, wasn't poorly lit, etcetera. The basement was nothing more then a corridor, about fifteen feet wide, and about thirty feet long. There were tables that lined the walls, these tables had no legs, but rather they were bolted to the walls. There were two tables placed in the aisles, with about ten feet in the middle of the two.

George approached what looked like a set of light switches that were hanging on the wall close to the stairs that lead up to the first floor of the house. It was anything but lights Billy found out as George flipped one of them and there was the sound of machinery. Slowly five pieces of the wall, each about six-feet long and three feet wide, rotated and revealed a rack that held different things on each. One rack held a wide variety of handguns, another held shotguns, the third had about four different types of rifles hanging on the wall, the last two held bullet-proof vests and grenades.

Billy smirked slightly as he looked at all of the items hanging on the walls. He had to wonder for a moment how this guy got the weapons and armor. But was that really important?

"Hell no…" Billy mumbled, answering his question aloud.

"How much?" Leon asked, peering at a pump-action shotgun, and then turning to look at George who was grinning at the astonishment on everyone's faces.

George laughed. "Nothing. You guys get a special deal."

Leon snickered. "Stop lying," He scoffed, "I know how these deals go down. This here shotgun should be at least a few hundred dollars. I work for the government, don't think I don't know about this."

"I'm serious, Ada's a long friend of mine, and a friend of hers is a friend of mine. Take what you guys need."

Leon started to say something, but saw Ada shaking her head for him to not say something. He complied and looked back at the weapons. "We'll need a few duffle bags."

"I got what ya' need." George started toward the end of the hallway as Leon started to pull shotguns from the racks and set them down onto the table.

Ashley sighed inwardly as she looked out into the vast darkness of the South Dakota plains. There was a cool breeze that came every so often to refresh her as she stood in the window. Tucking a few strands of blonde hair behind her ears, Ashley yawned while moving over to her bed and sitting down on it. She was one of only three of them to be lucky enough to be able to sleep in a bed. The guy had two guestrooms; everyone else was either doubling up in a room or sleeping in the living room.

She got up and walked over to a chair where a pair of sweatpants with the legs cut off and a white sleeveless shirt was thrown over it. Ashley untied the knot on her button-up shirt, slipped it off, and replaced it with the other shirt. A thought passed her mind as she stood there, unbuckling her belt. Where was dad? Ashley froze for a second, and watched herself in the mirror, wondering.

Why do I care again?

Instinct she assumed, he was her father after all; it was normal to worry about him, no matter what sort of man he was-there was a knock on the door. She didn't realize someone was there until a second rhythmic knock came from the person on the other side of the door. It had to be Leon; he was doubling a room with her. She glanced over her shoulder and at the makeshift bed made of blankets, sheets, and pillows in the floor next to the bed. She wondered for a minute…if she should…it was the right time, wasn't it? Would she get another chance? She wanted to…but-no. She couldn't, she didn't even know how he felt…

"Just a minute." Ashley replied finally, and pulled her pants down past her ankles and slipped on the pair of makeshift short-shorts. "Alright." She said, and picked up her clothing she had taken off while the door opened up and Leon stepped into the room.

"And here I thought you'd be sleeping already." Leon mumbled as he threw his jacket onto a nearby dresser, followed by his belt and holster.

Ashley shrugged. "Not very tired." She said as she sat down on the bed, headboard supporting her back, both legs bent at the knees, both forearms resting on either one.

Leon smirked and sat down next to her in the same position after kicking off his boots. "I doubt that. You're probably going to fall out at any minute."

Ashley snickered. "Your probably right. You know, I was thinking…where do you think my dad went off to?"

Leon peered up at the ceiling and bit his lower lip as he pondered this. "Don't you guys have a house somewhere in the west?"

Ashley nodded. "Northern California."

"He probably went there to stay out of trouble, I guess…they act like no one knows where he is." Leon said, looking back at her.

Ashley frowned. "I hope he's alright…" She sensed his eyes on hers, and glanced over at him. He was staring longingly at her.

"This is hard for you, isn't it?" He asked, scooting closer to Ashley. She nodded. "You've been through a lot…But your taking it pretty good, pretty amazing for a girl of your age." Ashley grinned a bit, and noticed that her mood had suddenly shifted-and then he was intertwining his fingers with hers. "I'm sorry that you had to be dragged into all of this…I know how it feels, I wasn't exactly happy about being caught up in Raccoon City…" Ashley nodded understandingly. "I'll be there for you…" Leon said, tightening his grip just slightly on her hand. "You already know that, though, right?"

Ashley grinned and nodded again. "Yeah…" He looked at her, into her eyes, and there was an unbreakable stare between the two as they sat there…and she did it. Did what she always wanted too…She leaned forward and kissed Leon. Instead of fighting it off, he went right along with it. He released her hand, and with the hand that was holding hers he placed it on the side of her neck, the other held her side-and there was a sound downstairs, a noise that sounded very much like a door being kicked open-

BAM! BAM! BAM!

A/N: Yup…that's the next chapter. I hope you enjoyed it, I'll try and get the next one up as soon as possible. –sigh-

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