Disclaimer: Chapter two has been written by my lovely friend "DesiredRae". She and I have worked together in the past, never on something as large as this though and she will be cowriting this story with me to help unfold the tale from more than just the perspective of the antagonist. Rae, good job with this one babe, keep up the fantastic work.

It had been fate, arriving in Raccoon City the day before all hell broke loose - it was too late to leave and possibly even too late to slip away. Johnny had bailed in California and had gone running from her current employer; his name wasn't Johnny but seemed to fit for memory sake. She had been getting so close to catching him, alive that is; as her employer had specified - unfortunately fate had a funny way of turning on you. Now as she stood over his dead body with two fingers trying to take a pulse that was no longer there, she couldn't be sure what the cause of death was but it looked like some rabid animal had mauled the man. He had suffered, managed to run away and back to the safety of the dirty motel; he died about an hour ago - his face contorted into a painful grimace.

"Dead."

"DEAD."

She shook her head in annoyance, she spat on the slowly decomposing body and turned her back on the man. "Just fucking great." Soft rose lips frowned at the sound of a sluggish moan, she had checked the room thoroughly - so other than the dead man behind her there couldn't be anything else in the motel room. Raelynn glanced behind her shoulder in shock as she watched the body lift itself as if it weighed several hundred pounds. She turned around fully to watch the man in amazement, in all of her days she had not seen something this miraculous, here stood a dead man. Though his movements almost seemed instinctual and the smell of rot was around them both, the man that had once been 'Johnny' stumbled towards Raelynn with determination, his eyes locked onto her - death seemed to swim within the endless gaze.

"Well, well. Johnny wants to play." she raised a threatening raven brow. She took out two long, severe daggers from two belt sheaths, just as the body of 'Johnny' lunged at her - a hungry groan escaping from his lips. The stumbling body that threw itself at her was met with two daggers, one through a lung and the other in the heart. Holding the body in place with the daggers she pushed the body away from her, her daggers covered with congealed blood; one of the many signs of death. "Well now. This is new…" she trailed off. The creature that had fallen to the ground when she had pushed it away now it had begun crawling towards her, scraping it's nails on the floor. Raelynn smashed a leather boot onto 'Johnny's' head and grinded his face into the floor, she quickly bent down and ripped the knife along the decaying flesh of his neck severing his head from his body.

"I suggest staying dead this time." she muttered to the body. She walked over to the bed and wiped her blades on the over turned sheets, cleaning the gelled blood from the silver gleam. Raelynn slipped a hand into her jeans and pulled out a small wooden cross and tossed it onto the body, "For your sake, I hope you were a praying man." she pulled one side of the curtains to look outside. It looked the same outside as it had when she came, and now as she left she felt different. She found something… it couldn't have been her imagination. It was said that sometimes in extreme cases, bounty hunters loose their touch on reality - usually not in this form.

Raelynn looked at the body once more before taking her cell phone out of her jacket pocket, it was time to call her employer and tell him the news. She dialed the number that she knew from heart and listened to it ring once, twice, three times before she heard the other end pick up. Her employer's voice crackled at the other end "Hello?", the informal greeting meant he knew who it was.

"He is dead." That was all she needed to really say, it didn't matter to her what would happen after that,

"Dead? I thought I made it clear that he was to arrive alive?" his voice was calm but she knew the man wasn't calm at all. She could picture him clicked the pen he always held in his hand on the desk, the pace would become faster and harder to the point he might actually break the pen.

"He was dead when I found him."

"How did he die?" she could hear the pen in the background now.

"He was mauled by some sort of animal, he managed to get away but he died about an hour ago."

"Bring his body back, I want to see for myself."

"Mr. Halindor, I don't think that will be possible. I have been listening to the radio all afternoon and it seems Raccoon city is under quarantine. They won't allow me to leave. I can send you a picture…" she trailed off as she pointed the camera at the decapitated body and snapped the picture. She sent it to her employer's cell phone.

"Lynn… you are telling me that Patrick St.Clair was mauled by an animal and survived? Pray tell me why his head is no longer part of his body?" his voice raising gradually.

"Well… that is an interesting story," she placed a hand on her hip and tapped her foot, annoyed that he was interrogating her.

"Say that again? You… brea… up…" the phone spat static in her ear before hanging up on her.

Raelynn dialed her employer's number again but no one picked up, after giving up on the never ending ring - she closed the sliding cell phone and shoved it into her pocket. "Great," she muttered.

Raelynn grasped the metal door handle with a leather encased hand, the black sheen of the leather was like a second skin. She inched the door open and looked around, the street was deserted the only sign of life was the sound of a TV in the background and a crow settling on a lamp post near by. She swung the door open and stepped out into the sunlight that relentlessly beat down everything it could touch, eventually creating a thin sheen of glistening sweat. Her once creamy complexion of an Irish darling had turned into a golden tan of a Greek goddess. She had spent most of her days in the past seven years as a bounty hunter, severe conditions, scars and screams. One day in the future far a head of her it would all come rushing back like a tidal wave that would hit her to the ground and finally take her where she had taken so many others. Death was a gift and even in some cases she was an angel.

Tight black jeans were tucked into knee high leather boots, the small heels barely made her an inch taller then her 5'8" mark. Raelynn grabbed her helmet off of her Kawasaki Ninja, her motorcycle, her one and only investment and her 'baby'. Rae slipped on the black helmet that had a angel painted across it like a signature she would write across a check or legal paper. Only her signature couldn't be found, not on any legal paper or even on a note book back from high school - she had someone take care of that. Her parents had been very influential people back in Europe, she had been born and raised there their fateful day had become her awakening. Only fourteen and she had found her purpose in life, that is when she realized that no matter who it was - whether you loved them or hated them; people died. A long leg swung over the motorcycle, she sat down and turned the key to start the engine. Within seconds she was gone, like the wind - raven silk whipping behind her, escaping from the helmet and tasting the sting of the wind.