As a die hard fan of the series I must say this. The controls in the first two games gave me so much trouble and I died I don't know how many times. It really made me mad because I'd be walking and a zombie would show up. I'd tried to shot it and ran out of ammo. YOU ARE DEAD! Do you remember that? The screen would say and I wanted so badly to say some choice words but would stop because of my little sisters being there. I eventually got used to the controls and beat the game but still so much pain and torture and that wasn't even due to the zombies. Anyway here's the next chapter. This story is so much fun to write. I love making twists and throwing people for loops. Tell me what you think and many thanks for anyone who reviews me.

April 3rd Evening: Can The Dead Live?

"You okay Leon?" I asked him as he stepped into where Soldier and I were waiting for him. He looked much older and a little sadder.

"No, but does that really matter? We need to get out of here and blow this forsaken place up. I'm tired of Umbrella." He stated.

"Are you serious about this? That means Umbrella gets away with all this." I said glaring as I glanced around at all the rubble and what was left.

"They aren't getting away with any of this. No, they're going to pay for everything they've done. But we can't afford for this virus to spread any more than it has." Leon addressed this issue with a new fire of determination in his eyes.

" Leon, it's much too late for that. But you're right we need to destroy this place once and for..." I began and felt a lump go down my throat as I seen several zombies stumble into the room we were currently occupying. But it wasn't just the zombies that terrified me, no behind them were several people in suits.

"Who are they?" I questioned and stepped back towards Leon. Soldier bared his teeth and his ears went flat.

"They look like S.T.A.R.S. but somehow they look inhuman. "

"What fuels this pyschos?" I cried.

"It's Umbrella. They don't care about anyone. Not even themselves. I've seen enough to know, these people are worse than the creatures and monsters they create."

Suddenly one of them leapt towards us. The leap itself was amazingly more than 14 feet. It landed right in front of us. I could tell from the stench that this was not going to be a fun next few minutes. To my utter surprise it turned around and sprayed the zombies with bullets. Two more of the suited people sprayed bullets into the group of zombies and within seconds pieces of zombie were everywhere. The three things faced their attention on Leon, me, and Soldier. The one that was closest to me did some weird hand gestures. At first I didn't understand but then I watched as Soldier dropped his guard and greeted the suit. The suit which reminded me of an astronaut or a bio hazard style was red and yellow. You couldn't see anything through their colored mask but the foul smell was disgusting. There was no way they were human or if they were they weren't alive. The suited one bent down and petted Soldier and then it took its mask off. If the smell was bad the face of this person or creature was worse. It looked as if someone had plucked the eyes out of the face, put the face in a blender, turned it on high, molded it back together and then stuck the eyes back in place where the sockets were. Leon and I didn't know what to do.

I remembered my gun was still on me and went to draw it out of its place. But Leon shook his head and looked at me. We watched as Soldier and this creature thing communicated. It was strange as the only communication he and I had ever needed was the wag of his tail or the look of the eyes. And yet here he was moving his mouth as if he had just been eating peanut butter and couldn't quite get it off the roof of his mouth. The creature meanwhile had no real mouth and kept with the unique hand gestures and although I had seen sign language, I knew this was different. But what could they be talking about. I felt as if I knew nothing at this point. That the 23 years I had been alive were all just a lie. But Umbrella had shown me otherwise. The dead could live again but they weren't really "living". No, they were not alive. But was it fair to say they were soulless?

"What is going on? I don't understand." I whispered towards Leon, who was watching this closely as well.

"Do you trust your dog?" He inquired before I could say another word he continued his sentence. "even if he's a living zombie?"

I was about to let him know just what we had been through and that it wouldn't be right to let him continue to suffer. Then he glanced back at me as if he knew that I was deciding his fate. His body may have been dead but his soul was still there and with that I decided, I did trust my dog. Even if he was a hellhound. I didn't care.

"We gave Sophia a chance, didn't we? Dogs are just as important and...he saved my life. I won't betray him like that." I gave him my answer with no hesitation. The creature spun around to face me more quickly than either of us could react to.. It had decided on something and we were about to find out. It stepped close towards us.