Claire Redfield vaulted over an overturned table, her long hair flowing as she ducked behind it. Loud gurgling and moaning sounds emanated from the hallway she'd just escaped. She couldn't believe she'd caught up to her brother and he disappeared again.
"Sorry to cut this short sis, but S.T.A.R.S has me lined up for another mission," he had said. And he was gone.
That jerk. She thought to herself. After all that I went through to save him he decides to just leave me. She reloaded her two submachine guns. She jumped from behind the table and unleashed a fury of bullets toward oncoming zombies. She releases the clips from the guns and reloads them.
Soon a big zombie bursts through the door in front of her. She proceeds to fire at the huge creature until she runs out of bullets. The creature continues to move toward her, unaffected by the bullets. It growled ominously.
"This is not a zombie," she said to herself.
"That's where you're right, Redfield," a male voice said from behind her, holding an odd, almost futuristic gun in his hand. He aimed it forward and fire a laser the creature. The creature tries to continue toward the two, but soon falls to the floor. "More of that Plaga mess."
Claire looked at him, it was Leon Kennedy. "Leon, it's good to see you again."
"Yeah, this reunion'd be better if not for these circumstances." He looked at the zombies. "This is odd. These zombies have been injected with the virus and the Plaga samples." He tapped her shoulder, "let's get outta here, Redfield."
Leon led her toward the hallway in which he entered. It had been a longtime since Claire last seen Leon, last time they had communicated they were escaping Raccoon City. She'd not known what happened to him afterward, nor did he of her.
"What're you doing here, in London?" Leon asked.
"Tracking down whomever has the virus," she answered, "I heard they'd come here." They both turned a corner and headed out of the building. "What about you."
"I'm a U.S. Operative now," Leon said. They both hid in some shadows as Plaga injected zombies walked by. "I had to save the president's daughter from this guy that looked like Napoleon." They continued onward into the night. "He injected both myself and Ashley with the virus, we found the cure though, so no worries, Redfield."
To be honest she wasn't worried at all around Leon. She viewed Leon as a best friend, a brother even.
"And I know who probably did this too," Leon said.
"Really?Who?" Claire inquired.
"Ada Wong and Albert Wesker."
"No way."
"It's true, Ada snatched the last of the Plaga sample and U.S. Intel reported that she'd had strong communication with Wesker while on the island, I'd only come to the conclusion that they'd done this."
"Leon," a voice rang in Leon's earpiece. "Yes, what is it?"
"Reading's show something approaching you, it's neither Plaga nor zombie, or a hybrid."
"What is it?" Claire asked, as Leon stared off into the darkness.
"I see it," Leon responded. "Is that a Grim Reaper?"
A large cloak flowed behind a skeleton as it walked toward them, holding a huge scythe. Claire aimed her weapon but Leon pulled her arm down stating that the noise would alert the Plagas. Smaller versions of the larger Grime Reaper emerge around them.
"Shit, we're surrounded."
A silver haired man, with glowing gauntlets and boots and a sword, jumped into the fray. He punched two of the smaller reapers in their faces, and uppercutted another. He drew two pistols, which he called Ebony & Ivory, and began firing at the other ones, not aware—or concerned—with the Plagas. He drew his sword from his back, the gauntlets and boots disappearing, and swung it at the creatures.
The large Grim Reaper lunged toward the man's back. He turned to the Reaper and jumped onto its head to jump higher. He flipped into a dive toward the reaper, and launched his sword into the Reaper. It shrieked deafeningly as he landed into the sword, pushing it farther into the beings head. The Reaper disappeared leaving its cloak. The others also disappeared.
"What was that?" Leon asked the man as he put the sword onto his back. "Those weren't Plagas were they?"
"What's a Plaga," the man asked. He put his guns back into their holsters. "This place is dangerous for mortals, ya know."
"Mor--" Claire said, "who are you?"
"Name's Dante," the man said walking toward the two. "You should get outta here, 'less you want more of those demons to find you and execute you." Dante walked off into the darkness, leaving the two stunned.
"He's right, if the demons don't get us," Claire said, "the zombies or the Plagas will."
They ran further into the darkness. They found a hiding spot in an evacuated restaurant. They sat at the only standing table. As they sat, Leon handed Claire some ammo. There was a long silence after Claire reloaded her guns.
"Demons," Leon said after awhile. "He was kidding, right?"
"I dunno," Claire responded. "But, we've seen weirder." Leon's radio begins whir loudly. "You gonna answer that?"
"Leon Kennedy," Leon answered.
"Leon, we've got a mission for you," the voice rang. "Seems, the government is in pursuit of someone who has escaped to London, find him, and bring him back. Out."
"That's a good lead to bank on," Claire said.