Hey everyone, I'm sorry I forgot about this story for the past…year. Anyway, I'll try and write more of it. Heres another chapter, might not be as good as my last, but I need something to get me back into the game.

"Can't you run any faster, Jeanna?"

John asked as he pulled her along behind him. He could see the carriers all around him, she was running as fast as she could, and John knew that. She couldn't reply, and was instead trying to keep her self from being dragged along behind John. John shot another carrier in the head that had gotten to close to him self. It fell to the pavement with a dull thud and a wet smack as it's skull impacted, a pool of blood forming soon after.

John scanned the environment, and saw something. Something he had been looking for earlier...a location. "This way..." John said, grabbed her under her arms and almost carrying her over to the opposite side of the street. John burst through one of the doors on the side of the building, and kicked it shut. He turned around, sweat beading off his head as he rested momentarily from his perilous trek across the city.

Jeanna stood beside him, hands on her knees, gasping also. John brought his gloved hand across his forehead and wiped the sweat off. His breathing returned to normal, as did Jeanna's a short while after. She looked up at him. John simply glared back before he heard a pounding at the door they had just entered from.

"This areas not safe. We need to find somewhere to hide..."

He said, his voice still retaining that eerie calmness. Jeanna nodded and followed him through a short hall, before he kicked a door open that contained a stair well. Both of them began to climb the stairs, faster with each flight.

Real bright idea giving your only other weapon away Myers...

Philip thought. He knew it was not, and if he hadn't, she would be dead right now. He was just pissed off right now, severely. He ducked into an alley, and leaned against the wall, panting. He could hear the zombies dragging them selves down the street after him, but he had given them the slip. For now anyway. His thoughts began to race..

Damnit...and now she's with that Umbrella bastard. Damnit!

Philip knew from that moment he hated Mr. Prospero with a passion. He pounded his right fist against the wall in frustration. He only hoped he could save her from him before it was to late. He heard the zombies getting closer, and he walked silently down the alley, finding a door. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, hoping against hope. He put his hand up to the knob, and turned...

And it opened. A wide grin appeared on his face, he slipped in and shut the door silently behind him. He locked the door from the inside, and collapsed against it. His thoughts were now centered on Jeanna. She was just an innocent girl...she didn't deserve any of this. And she certainly didn't deserve what ever that Umbrella douche had planned.

Stop sulking. Your no good to her sitting here in the dark.

He rose up, and looked around. This was some sort store room, and only had one other door. He drew his magnum, and walked out the opposite door...

And ducked as a gun shot narrowly missed his head. He rolled out of the way as three more raced toward him, he got behind the counter. as another one pierced it just an inch away.

"Wait, hold up there buddy. I'm a human."

He said. The gunfire stopped, and he began to raise up, magnum still at the ready. He wanted to see this guy, and kick his ass.

"Ya know...I ought to..."

He paused as he realized the person that had tried to kill him was no he after all, but rather, some brown haired, gun totting female fatale.

"Ought to what?"

She asked him. Her gun was now at her side.

"Ummm...sorry...I thought you were..."

He said, trying to maintain coherent speech as he eyed her fit body, up and down. She smirked.

"Hey stranger, I don't know about you, but where I come from, when we have conversations, we look at the persons face, not their chest."

She replied coyly. He snapped up.

"Sorry."

He said.

"It's alright. You got a name, handsome?"

"Yeah, I do. Names Philip. You?"

"My name is Sylvia."

She said. He sat on the counter and looked at her.

"Lovely name. But don't you think it's a little to dangerous of a night for a fine thing like you to be out and about?"

He said sarcastically with a grin. She only grinned back.

"No more dangerous then it is for a handsome boy like your self, Philip."

His grin grew wider.

"As much as I'd like to stand around flirting with you, I'd also like to get out of this freak show of a Town."

She said, walking around and looking at various things in the store, trying to find something useful.

"You and me both, babes."

Philip said, tilting his head to the side a little bit to get a better "view" of Sylvia as she bent down to examine a lower shelf. She turned around.

"Any plans?"

She asked.

"I'm heading to the hospital."

He said, the flirty tone of his voice disappearing. Sylvia noted that.

"Very well..."

She said. Philip showed her the back area with out a word. They both leaned against the door, Philip and her leaned against the door, Philip's hand on the knob.

"One..."

He began.

"Two..."

She continued.

"Three."

He said, he unlocked and swung open the door, and they both slid out of the building, the sound of gunfire following shortly after.