Helena couldn't help but feel guilty about what she was about to do. However, it was all for the sake of her sister. If she did this, Deborah would be set free. She'd gone along with it, she had to whether it was true or not. No matter what happened, she would not allow anything bad to happen to her sister ever again. Even if that meant she had to go down for it so be it. She would always fight for her, even with their rocky relationship.

"Agent Harper," the President now turned to her, seeing her looking rather unlike herself.

"Sir?" she responded, looking to him.

"If you need a break," he pointed out.

"N-No, sir. I couldn't," she quickly told him.

He smiled at her now. "Agent Harper you've been with me all day. You're free to take a restroom break, grab a coffee or do whatever you like just while we sit and talk. Alright?"

She shook her head in defiance. "I'm not allowed."

"Helena," he now calmly said to her while placing a hand on her shoulder. "I'll only be in this room for an hour or so. Go take a break, you've earned it."

She sighed heavily then gave a nod. "Alright."

"Good," he smiled, taking his hand from her shoulder to then enter the room.

She watched as the door was then closed behind him, cutting her off from the one she was supposed to be protecting when in fact she was doing the opposite. She desperately wished she could warn him, but that wouldn't help her sister in the long run.

"Hold on, Deborah." She sighed as she backed away, trying desperately not to think about what she was about to do.

Everything had been set up already, thanks to the Family. The only thing Helena had to do was let out the gas.

"You wouldn't want this of me," she thought to herself, while thinking of her parents. "But I have to. I have to save the only person left dear to me."

The screams of the innocents died away as the gas took over the whole campus.

"Shit!" she sighed heavily, running her hands through her hair.

She took a moment to compose herself before heading out to then get a call.

"Helena!"

"Hunnigan," the young Agent tried to act as natural as she could. "What's wrong?"

"Agent Kennedy is en route to your location. There's some sort of virus outbreak at the campus."

"I've not seen anything unusual," she lied.

"Funny, I'm getting readings of the virus spreading like wild fire from your exact location. Just be careful."

"I will," she nodded.

Helena took a breath to steady her nerves, of course she knew about the spread she was the one that had caused it.

"I better get back before Leon finds me missing," she now thought.

xXx

"Hunnigan, the whole campus is deserted." Leon was just now telling her when suddenly he heard a familiar groan. "Hold that thought."

Slipping his phone into his pocket, he quickly rushed into the nearby room. The groan was getting louder the further in he went.

"Hey!" he called out at seeing someone swaying on the spot. "Hey, are you alright?"

The figure gave a growl as it turned to face him before lunging.

"Shit!" he hissed, having lost his gun as he was sent crashing to the floor.

The creature on top of him tried in vain to take a bite out of him, but luckily Leon had been put through far worse over the years. It became second nature to him. Quickly moving his arm from the zombies throat, he gripped its head and twisted. Quickly standing as another lumbered over, he ran and slid across the floor, grabbed his gun and shot it.

"I just ran into some infected students," he now warned Hunnigan.

"Shit," was all she could say with a sigh until realising. "Leon, the President!"

"Adam!" Leon now thought panicked as he quickly ran through the halls.

xXx

Helena was now back at the President's room, standing just beside the door she gave a knock.

"Mr President, sir!"

She received no answer and so she slowly reached out to take hold of the handle of the door, pushing it open slowly to reveal the darkened room.

"Mr President," she called to him again.

There was movement from behind the desk and she quickly rushed over, gun at the ready.

"A-Agent...Harper," he now coughed.

"What happened, are you alright?" she asked, knowing full well he wasn't.

"There was...some...sort of...fog...it came in...through...through the window," he coughed more violently.

Helena looked over to see the body of a man laying on the ground, blood pooling out from under his head.

"What happened to him?" she asked as soon as he'd done with his coughing fit.

"He...he collapsed, banged his head on the desk. Is he alright?"

Helena checked his pulse. "He's still alive, but only just."

"Damn, we...have to...get him out."

"You're my top priority, sir." She reminded him.

"N-No..." he coughed even more violently now.

Hasty footsteps were now heard coming from down the hall, making Helena stand up with her gun at the ready. The President was now crawling towards the man on the floor, suddenly he started to sink his teeth into the flesh and rip it away.

"Oh god!" Helena silently groaned as she turned her attention back to the President.

The mysterious person from the hall barged right in, gun in hand too. They both quickly turned to each other, he looked about ready to ask who she was when he caught sight of the man eating the other.

"Is that?" he now asked.

"It is," Helena acknowledged.

Leon walked further into the room, gun still held out in front of him.

"Mr President!" he called out to him, but it was no use the man was too far gone and he knew it. "Don't make me do this!"

Helena stood there as what once was the President was now stumbling towards her, wanting to take a bite right out of her. However, she just couldn't bring herself to shoot him. She'd caused all this, maybe it was for the best she got what was coming to her.

"Adam!" Leon yelled, pulling the trigger on his gun just as the zombie President almost managed to bite the woman.

Helena let out a heavily breath before slumping over slightly. Her eyes now welling up.

"No," Leon sighed, lowering his gun as the reality of what had just happened set in.

"It's all my fault," Helena now shook her head. "I...I did this."

Leon turned to her, clearly enraged.

"What are you talking about?" he asked.

She sniffled slightly as she wiped the tears from her eyes.

"Tall Oaks Cathedral," she informed him, now pulling herself together. "I'll explain everything there, Agent Kennedy."

He turned to her once again, quite bewildered.

"How do you know my name?"

Just at that very moment Leon heard the familiar alert of his phone, only to find it wasn't his but rather the young woman's.

"Yes?" she answered.

Leon walked over, quite surprised to see the one woman he'd least expect to see.

"Hunnigan?"

"Thank god you two are alright," she smiled.

"How do you two know each other?" Leon asked as he glanced up at Helena.

"That's Helena Harper, she's been with the Secret Service since last year." She explained. "I hate to rush introductions, but I need a report on your situation."

Helena looked over at the dead President.

"I shot the President," Leon said straight out.

"What are you..." Hunnigan was completely shocked to hear this.

"He'd already been infected by the time we found him."

"Leon," Helena now looked to him. "Leon, did what he had to. He saved my life."

"God help us," Hunnigan now sighed as she thought of what to do next. "Alright, I'll file the report. You two focus on getting the hell out of there."

"We're headed for Tall Oaks Cathedral," Helena quickly informed her. "Agent Kennedy has a lead that should tell us who's responsible for this."

Leon was quite annoyed that he was being used like this by some woman that had only been in the Service for a year, plus he didn't even know her that well for her to be putting him on the spot like this.

"Leon, is that true?" Hunnigan asked, knowing he would have told her already, either that or it just slipped his mind.

Helena looked to him for support, giving a subtle nod. Was he really going to put his trust in someone he didn't even know. Curiosity got the better of him, even though he really didn't like this one bit.

"Yeah, it's true." He caved.

"Roger that," Hunnigan nodded in acknowledgement. "I'll map out the safest access route. Keep your radio on."

As soon as Helena shut off her phone, she knew Leon would be on her back about why she'd done that to him.

"Mind clueing me in on this," he frowned.

"Once we get to the Cathedral I'll tell you everything. I promise."

She looked as though she was dead serious about all this. He just had to trust her until they arrived at their destination. But then again she had openly admitted to having a hand in this mess, he now wondered if she was telling the truth or not. He'd find out in the end.

oOo

They now made their way through the building, when they eventually found a survivor who'd tried desperately to give them the slip while looking for his daughter.

"We have to find her!" he warned them.

"Alright," Leon agreed.

"We don't have time to..." Helena protested.

Leon looked to her, she wasn't interested in telling him why she was in such a rush to get to the church so she could wait.

"We'll make the time," he scowled at her.

Helena groaned inwardly, she would never get to her sister at this rate. All she could do was reluctantly follow on behind the pair, her thoughts on her sister being left somewhere underground sickened her. The sound of the worried father coughing and having relative difficulty trying to catch his breath broke her from her thoughts.

"Are you alright?" Leon asked him.

"I will be as soon as I find my daughter," he reassured.

Helena couldn't help but think back to the President.

"Leon, he could be infected." She whispered to him.

"It's a possibility," Leon acknowledged as the man started to cough again.

"We shouldn't be wasting time here," she warned him.

Leon was just about to tell her over her rudeness when they heard a scream.

"Liz!" the man called out. "Liz, I'm coming."

Leon gave her a look of disgust now at having finally found the man's daughter. He quickly stepped aside to allow the Agents to enter the room first, thankfully it was clear.

"Liz!" the man then ran in, taking his daughter in a hug.

"Dad!" the girl wheezed, sounding worse than her father.

Now began their long slow and painful walk to the lift, thankfully it worked. After putting down the daughter, who'd changed and bitten her father, Helena couldn't help but give Leon a look of 'thanks for wasting time' as they then exited into the underground car park.

They headed back inside to then head out into the grounds. Only they now needed a key card, which in turn required a code for them to get into the room for the card. This ended in Helena setting off an alarm that alerted all of the infected students. Luckily Hunnigan shut it off and the pair managed to escaped into an abandoned cop car. Something that didn't last very long though as Leon had now turned the car onto its roof all thanks to the infected students. Hunnigan had now planned a route through the sewers, which lead to the underground train tunnels.

"There's so many of them!" Helena cried out as more infected headed their way. "I'm running low on ammo!"

"Yeah, if only they dropped it every time we killed them we'd be better off." He sighed.

"Welcome to reality, Leon!" Helena scowled before hearing the warning sound. "Train!"

The pair slammed themselves against the wall, just in time too. The stumbling undead not so lucky.

"How are the trains still running?" she now questioned, pulling herself from the wall.

"There was no one at the controls," Leon informed her, before making a joke of it again. "Zombie Express."

She groaned, but for some reason his small jokes were quite refreshing. All was clear for the time being until one of the infected crawled from a vent to then grab hold of Helena's ankle, sending the woman crashing to the floor.

"Helena!" he yelled, rushing over to bring his foot down onto the undead creatures head. "You alright?"

She pulled herself up with a groan, placing the back of her hand to her lip to then pull it away to see blood.

"Bit my lip," she groaned.

"Let me see," he told her as she turned around to face him. "Here."

She took the clean handkerchief from him with a, "thanks."

"On we go," he gestured before pulling her back as another train passed.