Rebecca Chambers was cold, wet, and lonely.

It was at least 4 hours ago that she and Billy decided to go separate ways. She really wished now that he had stayed with her. He could have kept her safe.

And warm.

It wasn't until well after that terrifying night the two had just had that she was beginning to allow herself to admit her true feelings for Billy Coen.

"Oh c'mon," she thought to herself, "he was big, and strong, good-looking, and funny…what girl wouldn't like that?"

Plus it was a perfect story to tell at parties, the cop and the ex-convict falling in love. Finding each other in the midst of terror, fighting off zombies and other monsters.

"No," she thought, "that just can't be right."

Rebecca knew, and understood very well, despite her young age, what had happened to her the night before. Everything from the helicopter crashing, to finding the train full of the walking dead, and even all the way through that horrible abandoned Umbrella Training Facility played through her head as clearly as if it was happening all over again. There was something horribly wrong with those people, those things, and despite all her advance medical training, they were beyond help.

Being 18, and having to live through all the death, and terror, she had already survived had changed her. She wasn't quite sure how yet, but if she knew that Bravo team wouldn't be calling her "little girl" anymore after she told them about the last 24 hours.

"But first I have to find them." She said.

As she continued to day dream, Rebecca lost track of where she was walking and tripped over a loose branch on the ground.

"Ouch!" she exclaimed.

The forests surrounding Raccoon City were dark, and wet. The sun wouldn't be up for a few more hours, and if this rain kept up, it wouldn't matter because the clouds would block out any light anyway. She was using her flashlight and a map she had found back at the training facility to find her way back to the crash site. However, when she tripped and fell the map ripped in half, and she lost part of it in the mud.

"Damn it." She said trying to find her coordinates on her slightly smaller new map.

"Alright, looks like I'm right about here," she thought, "There is no way without the rest of this map that I will be able to find the helicopter tonight."

As she continued to read the map, she noticed a building about 5 miles north east of her current location. It was simply labeled: Spencer.

"Hmm," she thought, "I need to take shelter somewhere, and maybe some of Bravo Team found their way there for help. If not, hopefully they at least have a phone I can use."

Rebecca had just moved to Raccoon City a few months before, and was relatively unfamiliar with her surroundings. She had grown up in the east, and was relocated out to Raccoon after she graduated at the top of her high school class. She was a biomedical wiz kid, with the savvy to make it in the S.T.A.R.S. world. The only problem is nobody cared to give her a fair shot. Since she had barely lived in Raccoon 3 months she hadn't really learned that much about the place.

Or the Spencer Estate.

She trudged off to her new destination as the rain continued to pound her already soaking wet uniform.

She tried to keep herself busy by recalling important facts she had uncovered at the facility her and Billy had found.

"The T-Virus," she thought, "is a creation of the Umbrella Corporations Biogenetic research and development team. Its purpose is to enhance bodily functions beyond the realization of pain and other performance hindering issues."

She paused.

"On the flip side," she noted, "it returns you to your most basic instincts. Your only concern becomes the need to feed on anything and everything around you."

She shuddered.

"More accurately, the need to feed on flesh, whether it is human or animal, it doesn't matter. Now if my assumptions are correct, it can travel by air, liquid, and blood or saliva transfusions, and is not limited to human contamination, but also other mammalian and insect species."

She kept talking out loud, she figured it would help her remember all this when it came time to file the report against Umbrella. Bring about the true face behind the mask that Raccoon has become accustomed too.

That and she was lonely.

The rain slowed a bit as the forest began to clear away around her and she approached the grounds surrounding the Spencer Estate. The mansions was well lit inside, and Rebecca assumed that at this hour the people inside were probably asleep, and judging by the size of the house, they could be sleeping anywhere within a mile radius of where she stood on the front lawn right now.

She approached the front door, looking for an intercom, and then she heard it. A low deep growling noise coming from behind her.

"Shit," she thought, "guard dogs, I should've assumed."

She slowly backed away from the door, and figured as long as she didn't make any sudden movements someone from inside the house would come and send the canine security on their way. However, as the growling became louder and closer, she began to notice a smell.

She couldn't quite place what it was, but remembered it distinctively from 2 places in her past.

The first was her grandmother's house. Every year her family would travel from their house half-way across the country to her grandmother's farm. When they would come there was always a large feast ready for them to sit down and eat, fresh from the kitchen. Rebecca's favorite dish was her Grandma's famous egg salad. The only down side to the delicious treat was the smell the eggs left over. It was a thick, sulfuric, rotten smell, which took forever to get used to, but was worth every second.

The second place she remembered that smell from was significantly less pleasant.

The only other place that smell connected her mind with was a horrible place. A terrifying, dead, and abandoned place. A place she thought she had escaped.

The Umbrella Training Facility.

She slowly began to turn around, hoping deep down that the dogs had egg salad for dinner that evening and had forgotten their after dinner mints. But as she turned around her worst fears, and her hypothesis all came true.

Standing within 200 feet of where she stood were what looked like 3 dogs. All three had blood dripping from their mangled lips, and skin hanging from the frail bodies. Either they had been subjected to serious torture, and somehow managed to survive, or they had been subjected to the T-Virus…

And they were hungry…

The slowly began to surround her, each one encircling her escape routes as they closed in. She hadn't had to deal with dogs at the facility. She dealt with large scorpions, and huge, slug like monster, but not dogs. Dogs were supposed to be cute, fluffy, man's best friend. Dogs were supposed to give kisses and always be there when you were sad. Rebecca loved dogs.

"Who are you kidding?" she thought to herself, "As much as you'd love to have them, they'd love to have you…for dinner."

She quickly pulled out her pistol, and hoping she wouldn't have to use it, turned and ran as quickly as she could, away from the dogs and towards the house. Her main concern was finding an entrance, and letting the owner's of the mansion know they were in danger.

She began to run around the side of the house, the dogs hot on her trail, barking, and yearning for her blood more and more with each step she took. She looked at each window for one that may have been cracked open just a tad for her to jump through.

"Ouch!" she screamed as one of the dogs tore at the back of her pant leg.

She shook it off, and kept running. She hoped all it got was her pant leg, but she didn't have time to check now. As she turned into the back yard, she noticed a trellis with vines on it that lead up to a second floor balcony with a light on. She knew it was her only hope, so long as the dogs couldn't climb too.

She ran for it and leapt into the air, her arms outstretched and grabbed on for dear life. As soon as she knew it could hold her weight, she began to climb. She kept climbing, with her attackers jumping, and barking at her heels until she was safe on the balcony above.

When she got to the top she collapsed on the balcony, panting, and assessed her leg. It looked as though, to her relief, the dog only got her pant leg, nothing else. Just to be sure, she gave herself some antibiotics out of her hip-pack, and hoped for the best.

"Alright," she said, "no more sitting around, I have to get inside."

She stood up and walked for the balcony door that led inside. As she swung it open she heard heavy breathing from the other side of the wall, and assumed someone was either exhausted, or heavily asleep right around the corner. She tiptoed around the corner, and as she approached the bed, she saw a gun lying on the nightstand next to it.

"Wow, these people sure are security crazy." She thought.

As she looked at the person in the bed, she realized how familiar he really looked. He was lanky, about 6 feet 3 inches tall, with long black hair. If he hadn't been as pale as a ghost she could've swore it was Forrest.

"Excuse me sir," she said, "Please wake up, I need your help."

The man groaned.

"I'm sorry for waking you, it's just, I'm lost in the woods, and this was the only way into your house."

The man groaned again and began to roll over.

As Rebecca was about to speak again she gasped. The man had rolled over, and his eyes were glazed over. His mouth was drooling uncontrollably, and his breath smelled like death.

If that wasn't bad enough, Rebecca saw who the monster was she was looking at.

"Oh my god," she gasped, "Forrest…is…is…oh, are you alright?"

She jumped off the bed as the creature that once was her teammate Forrest Speyer began to rise out of bed and head in her direction. She realized he wasn't himself anymore, and as much as she didn't want to have to do this, it was either his life, or hers.

She slowly raised her pistol, and as he approached closer and closer, she steadied her aim. She had done this before; the training facility horror was finally coming in handy.

She could remember every last second of it. Those creatures, with their life-less eyes, thier empty souls, just starring into oblivion, arms oustretched for a reason they couldn't fully comprehend. Their life had been snatched away from them unfaitly, and unjustly. They probably had families, or other people to come home to that would never know of their death, or strange lack there-of.

But killing them was easy. It was life or death, and even though she knew these were once people, her survival instincts had created a soldier-mentality...kill or be killed. She knew there was always the possibility that something like this could happen, but she never allowed herself to think about how it would make her feel right now.

She admired the man who was now this monster standing before her, slowly approaching her. She thought of him as an ally, a friend. But she knew that he only thought one thing about her anymore...

To him, she was only his next meal.

"He deserves better than this," she thought to herself, "just keep telling yourself that."

Rebecca wiped away the welling tears in her eyes, andwhen he was just close enough, she looked away and pulled the trigger. She didn't open them again until she heard the wheeze and the body slump to the floor.

"Forrest..." she whispered softly, feeling very weak and depressed.

She sat down on the bed next to him, and cried. She let all the emotions outfrom the night before, all the way up to this very moment. She was alone….it didn't matter.

Then she heard footsteps.

She tried to stop crying, but she just couldn't. Whatever was at the training facility was out and loose, the T-Virus had spread and gotten someone close to her. Now, even after she thought she escaped, it continued to haunt her and was attacking those she considered family. The tears just couldn't stop, no matter who was coming. Umbrella had to be stopped.

The doorknob began to turn.