YEY!!!!!!  I FINALLY GOT PAST MY WRITER'S BLOCK!!!!  Until the next chapter, anyways…after one point, it just goes blank….grrrr….I forgot to mention that it smelled really bad in the train and stuff because of the rotting zombies.  Also, do you guys know if Enrico said, "Don't think twice before killing him" or "He wouldn't think twice before killing you" on the train at that part where he contacts Rebecca?  Cause it's kind of hard to understand what he says.  ANYWAYS!  I hope that you people enjoy this chapter that I have made you wait too long for!  Please r&r! ^_^

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Chapter 2

Footsteps

            Billy laid face down, unconscious on the metal ground.  The burning wreckage of the train surrounded him as he was still gripping his gun.  His arms were cut up and he had a few shallow cuts on his face from flying out of the windshield when the train crashed.  He groaned as he started to come to.  He slowly opened his eyes and winced in pain as he stood up.  His body ached all over and was covered in bruises.  His right temple was cut and bleeding down the side of his face next to his ear.  He looked around the room, which looked somewhat like a beat up train station.  Besides the burning train and the mass of rubble where the train entered, there was a large metal elevator blocked by flames and a single rusty door on the other side of the room.  All he could smell were burning bodies and smoke.  His heart suddenly filled with fear, "Rebecca," Billy thought, "Where is she?"

"Rebecca!" Billy called, "Rebecca, where are you?"

"I'm here!" Rebecca's voice sounded.  Billy ran towards the direction of her voice and found Rebecca sitting up against a wall putting her pistol into her pocket.  She was bruised too and her right eye was a little red.  She was sweating and gritting her teeth, trying not to hyperventilate.  Billy kneeled down to her. 

"Are you alright?  Hey, we managed to stop the train." Billy said with a smirk as he pointed to the burning wreckage.  Rebecca showed a small smile at Billy's joke.  Her smile quickly went back to a state of pain and she breathed heavily as if there wasn't any air in the atmosphere. 

"Yes, we managed," Rebecca replied, "And I got a compound fracture when we crashed!" Billy's face faded to a look of concern. 

"What?" Rebecca motioned with her eyes to her left leg.  Billy looked down and saw her bloodstained pant leg with a large tear in the middle.  He looked closely and saw some white behind the tear.  Billy put his gun away and gently rolled her pant leg up to the knee.  Rebecca closed her eyes and tried not to cry out as he did so.  After Billy finished rolling up her pants, he looked down at the source of the blood.  Blood was pouring out of the gaping wound in her shin.  The bone was snapped and almost overlapping itself as it stuck out of the skin. 

"Oh my god," Billy murmured, "I have to get you out of here." Billy took Rebecca's right arm and held it around his neck.  He wrapped his arm around her side and slowly pulled her to her feet.  She hobbled with Billy as he walked to the rusted door.  Billy quickly opened the door as three burning shells of evil rose up, eager to meet the duo's taste.  He closed the door behind them and nearly gagged from the smell.  It was so bad that it almost made their eyes water.  They were standing on a platform over a green river of sewage.  Billy sat Rebecca down on the platform and slowly lowered himself into the cesspool, trying not to splash Rebecca.  The last thing she needed was a sewage-infected compound fracture!  He stood knee deep in the disgusting water.  He reached out to Rebecca who slid her body over to Billy and wrapped her arms around his neck.  Billy wrapped one arm around her back and the other under her knees.  He lifted her off the platform and carried her through the sickening load of crap. 

Rebecca held Billy tight, trying to deal with the pain surging through her leg.  Billy could feel how tense Rebecca was and tried to sooth her a little by stroking her back with the tips of his fingers.  Rebecca was a little startled by Billy's actions.  She took at glance at him and saw a very concerned look on his face.  Rebecca started to wonder if he was as evil and insane as Enrico said he was.  "If Billy is so awful, then why does he seem so concerned about me?  Maybe he isn't so bad.  Maybe he's-STOP IT REBECCA!  Of course he's bad!  You heard Enrico!  He's a murderer and a nut case!  The only reason why he'd be acting like this is so he could get you warmed up to him!  Then he'll either rape you like the pervert that he probably is or kill you when you let your guard down!  Either way, he's just faking it!  He's just using you and you have no choice but to cooperate with him for now!  Deal with it!" Billy turned a corner and was relieved to find another platform with a long metal ladder on it.  He set Rebecca down on the platform before he climbed out of the sewage.  Billy pulled Rebecca to her feet and leaned her against the wall so she could support herself.  "Can you make it up on your own?" Billy motioned toward the ladder. 

"I…think so," Rebecca answered breathing like she just sprinted ten miles, "Go ahead.  I'll be right behind you."

"Okay." Billy climbed up the ladder and Rebecca slowly followed, hopping up the ladder on her uninjured foot.  Billy reached the top of the ladder and pushed the trapdoor above his head up.  The heavy piece of marble flipped over and slammed to the floor of the huge room.  Billy hoisted himself up and onto the white marble floor.  He reached down into the hole and helped Rebecca up the rest of the way.  He carried her to a large set of stairs and carefully sat her down.  They looked around the huge room.  By the looks of it, it was the main hall of the building.  Across from the foot of the stairs was a large, metal double door.  Two knight armor suits held enormous swords that crossed in front of the door, keeping it from opening.  There were torches lining the hall and two doors on either side of the room on the first floor.  To their left was a double door and to the right was a single door by the hole that they came out of.  By the double door to the left were several chairs, a red and green herb, and desk with a typewriter and some handgun ammo.  Behind them was a large painting of a man in his late sixties that sat in the middle of a fork in the stairs.  The two stair paths led to opposite sides of the second floor.  On the second floor, directly above the painting was a statue of a woman holding a scale.  The inscription on the statue said, "When good and evil are brought into balance, a new path will be opened before you."  Behind the tall statue was another double door.  The second floor was a long walkway forming a square that connected all the paths to the doors lining it.  A red velvet carpet covered the square walkway and stairs.  From the statue, the walkway to the left had two doors.  The walkway to the right had one door.  The walkway farthest from the statue was lined with windows looking to the eerie outside world.  Billy looked at the center of the room and saw the large red and white octagon in the middle of the floor: the Umbrella Corporation symbol.  Billy read the inscription around it. 

"What is this place?" Rebecca asked as the painting caught her eye.  She could only see the top third of the painting from where she was sitting, but the man in the painting already looked familiar.   

"Apparently, the Umbrella Research Center."  Rebecca slowly and painfully crawled up the stairs to get a better look at the portrait as Billy walked to the side of the room to get the herbs.  She reached the landing in the stairs where it branched off.  She looked at the portrait for a moment and gasped. 

"This is a painting of the man on the train!" Rebecca thought as the memory of the old man in the dining room came back to her.  She remembered his head tearing off and his body falling apart into a pile of leeches.  Billy came up behind Rebecca. 

" 'The First General Manager,' " Billy read the inscription on the bottom of the painting's frame, " 'Dr. James Marcus.' "

"Who on earth are those people?" Birkin asked as he watched them through the surveillance camera. 

"She's just a rookie," Wesker answered, "A member of S.T.A.R.S."

"Hm.  What about the male?"

"I'm unfamiliar with-"

"Attention!" a voice over the loud speaker startled everyone including Billy and Rebecca, "This is Dr. Marcus!  Please be silent as we reflect upon our company motto.  'Obedience breeds discipline.  Discipline breeds unity.  Unity breeds power!  Power is life.' "

"Hm hm hm hm hm." Wesker and Birkin heard a voice laugh as the image on the cameras changed to the man who made the leeches attack the train. 

"Who are you?" Wesker demanded. 

"It was I who scattered the T-virus in the mansion," the young man answered, "Needless to say, I contaminated the train too."

"What?" Birkin commented in surprise. 

"Revenge," the young answered in a an angry voice, "On Umbrella!"  The screens showed nothing but static as he began to sing.  Leeches gathered next to the mystery man and formed into the perfect imitation of Dr. Marcus when he finished singing. 

"Dr. Marcus?" Birkin couldn't believe what he was seeing as the image on the cameras came back.

"Hm hm hm hm hm," the John Doe laughed again, "Ten years ago Dr. Marcus was murdered by Umbrella.  You helped them, didn't you?" Wesker narrowed his eyebrows in an angry look as the man let out a maniacal laugh. 

Billy was kneeling next to Rebecca who was still cringing in pain on the landing of the stairs.  He was crushing the herbs into powder with the handle of his knife on the map of the train.  "It's a miracle that you weren't hurt anymore than you are when the train crashed," Rebecca commented, "You went through a windshield and all you got were bruises and scratches compared to what I have."

"You call these scratches?" Billy replied pointing to the bite marks on his shoulder and neck. 

"Compared to my leg, yeah!"

"It's even more of a miracle that you weren't killed." 

"Yeah, but with the pain right now, I'm kind of wishing that I was killed!"

"I've heard that one a lot."

"You know what to do right?"

"Of course I do!  I've done this before on one of my buddies a few years ago."

"How?"

"I set the bone, wrapped it up, and radioed for a chopper to come."

"Except help isn't coming this time," Rebecca commented trying not to look at her injury, "And you didn't have healing herbs either," Billy nodded and Rebecca sniffed the air.  She put a hand over her nose and mouth. 

"What?" Billy asked. 

"You smell like crap!"

"No shit, Sherlock!  I was walking in it!" Rebecca and Billy laughed a little as he put his knife away and straightened out Rebecca's leg on the carpet.  "Okay, Rebecca.  I am so sorry in advance for doing this, but it's necessary."

"I know.  I'm sorry in advance if I try to kill you within the next thirty seconds."

"This is really going to hurt, so I suggest that you put your gloves in your mouth or something." Rebecca's heart nearly stopped with fear as she thought of the pain that Billy would cause. 

"Yeah, good point." Rebecca took off her fingerless gloves and put them between her teeth. 

"I know that it's going to be really hard to do this, but I need you hold your leg perfectly still so I can set it.  You ready?" Rebecca quickly nodded as if saying, "Shut up and get this over with!" She closed her eyes and was already shaking from nervousness, "One…two...three!" When he ended his count, Billy pressed down hard on the nearly overlapping bone.  Rebecca's eyes shot open and she screamed in pain, trying not to move.  Tears rained down her face just like the dark red blood that was pouring onto Billy's hands.  He lined the two pieces of bone up perfectly and held it in place.  Rebecca clawed at the carpet as Billy quickly picked up the paper with the powder on it and poured it directly onto the bone.  The powder sizzled and started dissolving.  Rebecca screamed longer and louder.  Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she fell back onto the carpet.  The pain was so excruciating that she was about to pass out.  The feeling of the bone being set combined with the burning sensation of the herb created the worst pain Rebecca had ever felt in her entire life.  All of the physical pain that Rebecca and Billy endured through their lives combined wouldn't equal to half of the pain that she was feeling now.  Billy kept the bone set straight as he watched the gap between the two pieces of the bone get smaller and smaller.  Billy let go of Rebecca's leg as the last crack on the bone faded away.  He looked to Rebecca and saw her going into shock.  He quickly slid to Rebecca's side and held his hand under her head.  Rebecca grabbed Billy's other bloodstained hand and squeezed it so hard that her fingernails dug into his skin, nearly making him scream.  Billy looked at Rebecca's shin and saw new flesh forming around her exposed bone.  Rebecca's grip loosened as her cries died down.  Rebecca's breathing came back to a normal pace and she slowly blinked releasing a few last tears.  She took her black gloves out of her mouth and slowly sat up to look at her shin.  The wound was gone.  She turned to Billy and slapped him across the face with her gloves.

"That was definitely a moment of hell!" Rebecca scolded him.  Billy shook the stinging pain off his face as Rebecca wiped her tears away with the back of her hands.  He looked at Rebecca's gloves. 

"Dang!" Billy commented. 

"What?"

"Look at your gloves!" Billy responded.  Rebecca examined them and went wide-eyed.  She had taken a bite out of the tops of the gloves, "You're one brave girl, Rebecca."

"Huh?"

"You did pretty well," Billy gave her a light pad on the back, "Better than I thought actually.  Throughout that whole thing, you kept your leg still.  I never thought that anyone would be able to do that!  I really admire your strength!"

"Thanks," Rebecca put her gloves back on and rolled her pant leg back down.  Billy wiped his bloody hands on the carpet and put the train map back into his pocket.  They both stood up and took out their pistols, "Now what?"  Before Billy could answer, they heard footsteps coming from somewhere inside the building.  Billy and Rebecca stood still and listened to the soft, but quick thudding of footsteps, trying to decipher where they were coming from.  They were coming from somewhere upstairs when they stopped.  "More zombies?"

"I don't think so," Billy answered still listening for the sounds, "They are moving fast, like someone's running."

"But zombies can't move that fast," Rebecca finished, "The dogs maybe?"

"It can't be.  Those footsteps sounded like they were on two feet and the dogs run on all fours."

"Well, then what could it be?"

"I don't know."

"Let's split up and look for it.  We can cover more ground that way." Rebecca walked up the stairs and turned left at the fork in the stairs, trying not to look at the portrait.

"Yeah.  Good idea." Billy walked up the right side.  He tried to open the two doors on the side, but they were both locked.  The one farthest from the statue had the emblem of a clock carved into the doorknob and the other was locked from the other side.  He notified Rebecca about his find and went for the double door behind the statue.  Rebecca watched him go in before she opened the door to the statue's right. 

Billy ended up in a large conference room.  The walls were lined with paintings.  In front of him were two columns of desks with four desks to a column.  Each desk was wooden and fairly long with two small, notebook-sized control panels.  A red light on the side of the panels indicated that they were off.  Billy picked up a notebook that was on one of the desks and read it:

"Regulations for Trainees

Training Facility Mission

This training facility will raise a new generation of model employees to serve the future of Umbrella Corp.  Applying the strictest and most rigorous training standards, this facility will, without regard for gender, race, or creed, produce only the best candidates to be the global future leaders of Umbrella Corporation.  We look forward to the development of your leadership qualities. 

Training Facility Guidelines

Discipline, Obedience, Unity.  These three words are the basic principals, which govern Umbrella Corporation employees, and are to be considered the law of this facility.  Keep these words in line at all times.  Devote yourselves to your training and bring honor to yourselves and the corporation. 

James Marcus

Director,

Umbrella Corporation Management Training Facility."

"This is a training facility?" Billy thought, "Then those people on the train must have been some of the employees."  In front of the desks was a large podium that had another control panel on it.  Billy examined the panel and it said, "Security system is locked.  Please insert system disk."  Behind the podium was a screen.  Surrounding that desks and the podium was a short polished, wooden railing.  The opening in the railing was in front of the door that Billy entered through.  On the outside of the railing was another marble walkway.  To Billy's right, the walkway led around the railing to a typewriter and some shotgun shells.  To the left, the walkway led around the railing and past two doors.  The first one was unlocked and the second was another metal double door locked by the knights' swords.  At the end of the walkway was a wooden door that Billy discovered was locked from the other side.  Billy picked up the shotgun shells before he entered the unlocked door. 

The door led into a hallway filled with the stench of rotting flesh.  Several paintings lined the walls.  Billy walked around the corner and was greeted by a dead security guard.  She was, to Billy's surprise, his height.  The woman grabbed Billy and barely nipped him as he put his gun under her chin and fired.  Blood poured away from the bullet's entrance as well as the exit wounds.  She slumped to the ground as two more dead guards advanced.  Billy shot them down and continued down the hall and past a thin double door.  He turned another corner and faced a thick, red-painted, wooden door.  It had a fire motif carved into it and was locked.  Billy quickly turned around when he heard the mysterious footsteps run down the hallway.  Billy sped back down the hall and turned a corner.  He saw the double door close.  "Rebecca?" Billy called, "Is that you?" No answer followed, "Hello?"  There was still no answer.  Billy gripped his gun as he opened the double door and stepped inside with his gun pointed in front of him. 

The room sort of looked like a library.  There were tall bookcases and a few desks.  To Billy's left was an antique wooden desk with a map of the training facility on it.  Behind the desk was a metal crank with a missing handle that could raise the platform next to it through the ceiling to the third floor.  To Billy's right was a painting of a man next to a lit candle in a lantern that was attached to a wall with a door next to it.  The inscription below the painting said, "This light will guide you to a greater truth."  There was a microfilm on a small table below the painting.  Across from the painting was a cluttered desk with a computer.  Behind the desk was another cluttered desk and computer, but it was below some shelves and cabinets.  Next to the first desk was a locked door that looked exactly like the one in the painting, candle and all.  The candle in the lantern was out.

Billy quickly searched the room trying to find who or what ran into the room just seconds earlier.  He found no traces of anything.  He suddenly came across the platform.  He looked at the hole in the ceiling leading to the third floor.  "Whatever that thing was, it must have escaped to the next floor," Billy thought, "But how?  No one can jump or reach that high.  And I don't see any way of climbing up." Billy studied the map before putting it and the microfilm in his pockets.  Billy noticed the inscription on the painting and got an idea.  He used his lighter and lit the candle next to the locked door.  As he did, he heard the door click unlocked.  He was about to open the door when he heard Rebecca's voice, "Billy?"

            "Rebecca?" Billy answered, "Where are you?"

"In the main hall again," Rebecca breathlessly answered over the radio, "I ran into that thing twice again!"

"What thing?"

"That weird leech monster from the train!  There were two of them!"

"Are you okay? 

"I'm fine.  One of them hit me a couple times, but I'll be okay.  I'm just a little shaken up and tired from sprinting away from it for a while." Billy let out a sigh of relief. 

"Good.  Where did you see them?"

"Remember that door by the hole that we came up through in the main hall?"

"What about?"

"I went in there and I ended up I some hallway.  One of the doors in the hallway went into a bathroom.  The door at the other at the end of the hall was locked and had the clock thing carved into it.  I found some herbs and ammo, but then that thing formed behind me.  It stood still for a moment and then it looked like it changed inside out!  I ran away from it and back into the hall where another one appeared and attacked me."  

"Okay.  That qualifies as the weirdest thing here so far."

"Yup.  It's like Psycho Gumby!  And it has long range attacks so be extra careful!"

"Long-range attacks?"

"Yeah.  It can stretch itself across a room."

"That's not good.  You didn't happen to find a crank handle on the upper floor did you?"

"Yeah, I did.  Some crows about the size of hawks crashed through the windows and started pecking at me once I picked it up." 

"Crows, huh?  This place just keeps getting better and better doesn't it?"

"Yeah, sure.  I found another document in that room before the crows came in."

"What does it say?" Rebecca pulled the paper out of her back pocket and read it out loud. 

"It's old and some of it is illegible. 

'Notice To All Staff

Regular meetings of the Vaccine Research and Infectious Agents teams will be held.  Both meetings are Security Level 5, and will be held in the following locations:

1F W Operations Control Room

2F SE Meeting Room

The security entry code shall be 8:15.  Thank you.' "

"Okay, I guess that you'd expect that in an Umbrella training facility."

"So this is a training facility, huh?"

"Yup." Billy filled Rebecca in on the documents and items that he found during their brief separation. 

"Did you find any trace of whatever has been running around?"

"Yeah.  I never got a look at it but I saw something enter the room that I'm in now.  When I walked in, I didn't see it anywhere, but I think that I know where it went.  I need you to get over here with that crank handle if we're going to follow it."

"Okay.  Where are you?"

"Go to the top of the stairs and go through the door behind the statue.  Then go to the first door on your left.  Go down the hallway and through the first door that you see.  I'll be waiting for you there."

"I'm coming.  Over and out."  Rebecca put her radio away and quickly ran to the room that Billy was in.  It took only a minute for Rebecca to reach him.  Billy was startled when Rebecca entered the room so suddenly.  She tossed him the crank handle. 

"Thanks," Billy acknowledged as he put the crank handle in place, "Now I need you to stand over there." Billy pointed to the platform.  Rebecca followed his directions. 

"What are you going to do?" Rebecca questioned. 

"You're going up to the third floor.  This is only direction that that thing could have gone.  Everything else is closed up."

"Right.  Oh, Billy."

"What?"

"You need these," Rebecca tossed him the herbs she found earlier, "You're pretty beat up." Billy completely forgot about the wounds he got from the zombies in the engine car just before the train crashed. 

"Thanks." Billy started turning the crank and Rebecca slowly rose up to the top floor.  The platform completely covered the hole in the ceiling as it stopped.  The room was fairly small.  In front of her was a grandfather clock and a huge arrangement of cranks and gears behind it.  "Why would anyone need so much equipment for just one clock.  It's not like it's Big Ben or anything!"  The gears weren't moving and the clock wasn't working either.  The minute hand on the clock was missing.  To Rebecca's left was a table with some handgun ammo on it and some shelves.  To Rebecca's far left, at the other side of the room were a couple windows and two steps that led to a door. 

Rebecca stepped off the platform and screamed as two giant cockroach-like creatures dropped from the ceiling and landed in front of her.  Rebecca dodged out of the way as they took a swipe at her.  She aimed her gun and fired at the lion-sized insects.  The bullets of her Beretta hardly seemed to do any damage on them at all.  She emptied an entire clip on one of them until they died.  She quickly pulled out another clip to reload and evade the other monster at the same time.  She got hit in the thigh and dropped the clip.  Blood poured out of the new gash.  She quickly jumped onto the table and grabbed the ammo clip that rested on it.  Rebecca slapped the clip in as she saw the bug turn away from her.  It stopped and turned its head in the direction of the clock.  It stood still for a moment and then raced towards the gears behind the clock.  Rebecca took advantage of the bug's unknown distraction and opened fired.  She emptied the clip and watched as it let out a long screech and dropped to the wooden floor.  Yellow, acidy-looking fluid spilled out of its back and head.  Rebecca jumped down off the table and walked to the creature to examine it.  "What on earth is-?" her thought was interrupted when she heard footsteps run from behind the clock to the door.  She quickly got up to follow the footsteps, but all she saw was the door slam shut.  Rebecca picked the ammo clip up off the floor and reloaded before she followed the mysterious runner out the door. 

It was very dark outside.  Thick, dark clouds blocked any light that radiated from the full moon.  It stopped raining, but thunder and lightning was still present a long distance away.  Rebecca slowly and cautiously walked across the large balcony.  At the end of the balcony was an elevator with a large wooden box on it.  The elevator didn't seem to be working.  Several crows were stirred up because of the intruder than ran through just seconds before.  Rebecca ducked as they dive-bombed at her.  She ran across the balcony, picking up a red and green herb as she went.  She darted past the fountain and fired a couple shots at the birds before she entered the door that led back inside. 

Rebecca looked around the gargantuan room.  On the opposite side was another knight door.  To her left were two empty pools of some sort.  Both were littered with huge, barred cages with chains attached to the top.  Some of the cages were already lifted off the floor and hanging from the ceiling.  Rebecca followed the chains and her gaze landed on four cranks.  "This must be how they raise and lower the cages." Rebecca thought.  She looked in the pool farthest from her and saw something in one of the cages.  She climbed down the ladder into the pool and looked into the cage.  She saw a small red key in the center of it.  She reached her arm in and tried to grab it, but it was too long of a reach.  Rebecca gave up and climbed out of the pool.  She found a staircase next to the cranks that led back down to the second floor.  She ran down the stairs that emptied into a small hall.  There was one door on each side of the hall.  "Which one?"  Rebecca chose the door on the left side of the hall. 

Once she opened the door, two more cockroach monsters greeted her.  Rebecca immediately opened fire as they advanced on her.  She only fired a few shots before she jumped over them and rolled to the other side of the room that was filled with paintings and sculptures.  She hid behind one of the statues and kept firing as the creatures continued swiping at her.  They hit the sides of the statue, chopping it apart as they tried to get to the cop.  Rebecca climbed up on top of the statue as one of the insects went around behind her.  She leaned forward, tipped the sculpted stone over.  It fell to the ground with a crash as it crushed one of the insects.  Rebecca dropped her Beretta as she hit the ground.  She rolled across the rubble as the other bug followed her.  Her momentum stopped abruptly when she hit a green couch.  She pressed her hand on the seat to push herself to her feet again.  As she did, her hand touched something cold and hard.  She turned to see a grenade launcher rested on the couch.  She grabbed it and aimed at the bug.  Before she could fire, it pounced on her, pinning her to the carpet.  She pressed the barrel of the grenade launcher against the thing's thorax and pulled the trigger.  Yellow fluid sprayed everywhere as the thing exploded into dozens of pieces.  Rebecca stood to her feet and put her Berretta back into her pocket.  On the other side of the room was a large blue door.  She tried to open it, but it was locked.  A water motif was carved into the door.  She jumped as she heard the sudden beep of her radio. 

"Rebecca?  Have you found anything yet?" Billy's voice asked. 

"Indeed, I have," Rebecca answered, "I got a grenade launcher and just wasted some giant, creepy cockroach monsters!"

"Sweet!  Have you found any trace of our mystery runner yet?"

"Well, not much." Rebecca filled Billy in on everything that happened when they were separated in detail. 

"This place just keeps getting weirder and weirder, doesn't it?" Billy commented. 

"An understatement."

            "Hey, you said that you were in an art room right?"

            "Yeah, why?"

            "I found a white, stone pair of miniature angel wings in a hollowed book called, The Book of Good."

            "Where did you find it?"

            "In a small room connecting to the one where we last saw each other.  I had the joys of encountering two zombies eating somebody on the floor," The memory of Edward suddenly flashed back to Rebecca and she grew quiet, "Rebecca?"

            "Yeah?" Rebecca's voice was cracking as she spoke.

            "Are you okay?"

            "Yeah, I'm fine." Rebecca lied as a tear trickled down her cheek. 

            "Are you sure?  You seem a little-"

            "Why did you ask if I was in an art room?"

            "Since I have the angel's wings, I was wondering if maybe the angel could be in the room you're in."

            "Oh, I see.  Because if it is in here, then we could put it on the statue's scales out in the main hall."

            "You got it." Rebecca searched around the room, trying to find the angel.  She picked up some shotgun shells that were near a fireplace.  Her eyes kept traveling and landed on something sitting on a table.  She picked it up and was pleased to see that it was the angel.  It was obviously female and it had no head or arms and it was only a figurine of the torso. 

            "You were right.  I'll leave it on the scales in the main hall and keep searching for the runner."

            "Yeah, me too.  Over and out."  Rebecca put her radio away and exited the room.  She went through the door on the other wall of the hallway.  She found herself in the main hall again. 

            "Our little runner must have unlocked the door and ran into the hall somewhere." Rebecca walked to the statue and placed the angel on the scales.  Rebecca jumped when she heard a loud crash coming from the conference room.  She darted inside.  She saw that the door on the far side of the walkway to the left that was locked had now been broken down.  She could see that the knocked-over door led to another balcony.  She looked to the door that led to the room where Billy and her separated, and saw that someone had locked the door by jamming a piece of wood between the door knob and the floor.  Someone was banging on the door and trying frantically to open it.  "Billy!  Is that you in there?"

            "Rebecca!  Hurry get this door open!  I was chasing the runner and it locked me in here!"

            "Hang on!" Rebecca pulled the wood out and opened the door. 

            "Where did it go?" Billy asked impatiently.  Rebecca was about to answer when they heard a scream coming from outside.  The duo raced onto the dark balcony.  They ran across the walkway and turned a corner to see three zombies lying on the ground.  Two had broken necks and were wearing radiation suits of some sort.  The other had her forehead mashed in.  At the end of the walkway, they saw someone kick a zombie off the balcony to the ravine below. 

"Hey!" Rebecca called out to it.  The shadow-covered individual looked up at Billy and Rebecca for a moment before it frantically looked around for a means of escape.  It found a trapdoor at its feet and pulled it open. 

"Oh no you don't!" Billy yelled as he grabbed the runner before it could jump down.  It struggled with more strength than he thought could come from such a small creature.  Billy tossed it away from the trapdoor and into a brick wall.  Its back hit the wall and it landed in a standing position.  It looked back and forth between Rebecca and Billy as they approached, cornering it.  It started whimpering and slid down the wall until it was in a sitting position. 

"Please don't hurt me!" it cried, burying its face in its hands.  Billy and Rebecca were relieved that it actually spoke. 

"Hey," Billy bent down, "It's okay.  We're not going to hurt you."  Billy took its hands away from its tear-stained face just as the moon peeked out from behind the clouds.  Its mysterious pale blue light finally showed the face of the frightened runner.  She was a young girl that looked a year or two younger than Rebecca.  She was stunningly beautiful, even more so than Rebecca.  She was Caucasian, but her skin was pale like that of a Japanese person.  She had dark blue-green eyes and strait hair that was raven black and down to her waist.  Her bangs flowed down the sides of her face and ended several inches past her shoulders.  She looked pretty strong, like the kind of person you wouldn't want to get into a fight with, even though she was only 5'3".  She was wearing a black t-shirt and a pair of baggy jeans that looked too big for her.  Her feet were dirty and bare and her hair was a little damp. 

"Who are you?" the girl asked. 

"That's Rebecca Chambers," Billy answered while pointing to Rebecca, "And I'm Billy Coen.  We'll protect you from now on.  What's your name?"  The girl remained silent.

"Who are you?" Rebecca asked using the nicest tone of voice she could.  The girl looked around at Billy and Rebecca for a moment before she finally spoke in a quiet voice. 

"I don't know." 

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Yey!  The second chapter is finished!  Dun dun dun!  A survivor!  *gasp*  Who could she be?  You won't see more of this for a while now for 3 reasons:

I'm having Writer's Block again.  I'll be working on my Halloween costume and decorations and stuff.  I NEED A BREAK!

I'm sorry again for making you wait so long for this and I'm even more sorry to tell you that you'll have to go through that again! ;_;  Thank you for reading and I hope that you enjoyed it.  Please review!