A World Without Fear

by Onkwehonwe Kashatstenhshera

New pockets of outbreaks run the risk of the previous pandemic repeating itself. The DSO, BSAA & TerraSave are tasked with a race against time to battle the new epidemic and those responsible. From the NW to Iraq, the mission continues. The Raccoon survivors and their new allies must face new enemies. But what of the ghosts of the past uwilling to stay at rest?

14. Plush

Rebecca

Chris made his way down to the first floor past the corpses among the mall's dead. The smell was getting to him. It was not something they had ever gotten used to. He could also tell how far along many had been from how much or how little they smelled. They had left the survivors behind in the store vowing to be back but for now, they needed to find the rest of their team. Rebecca could tell he had something weighing on him.

"I'm not cut out as a leader, Rebecca...from here on out...I have to be alone...or with a partner like you. But i can't do THIS anymore..."

"I know losing Piers was hard...and you thought you lost Jill before that..."

"Hey...I almost did lose her. But that's not the point. I watched all my team mates die in Edonia. And then China..only slightly better but Piers still..."

"You can't blame yourself for what happened forever..." She stated. "You didn't kill him. He made a choice. That's what Jill has been trying to tell you all this time too."

"I...I wished Jill could have been with me during those missions...but she wasn't and I was pissed off at her but I know they were running tests on her. If she had come to get me in that bar...i would have left with her too. She would have never let me get that bad...then again...maybe if she was with me on that team Ada Wong wouldn't have killed my entire team."

"But she might have died if she'd been with you. In his place. What if jill had been right alongside you when you faced that monster? You know Jill would have done the exact same thing and that scares you. She has done that when she jumped out of a window with Wesker. Wesker wasn't any less of a threat to the world than the Haos bioweapon."

He looked down. "i know...but Ada Wong is still out there somewhere and she's getting away with what she did to us. What she would have done to the world. I dealt with Wesker. He's gone but now she's in his place and she's the biggest threat to everything and everybody."

He looked down at a deceased shopper who was a tourist and an exchange student from Hong Kong. He had to be in his early 20's wore a navy blue parka, wire rim glasses had a longer bowl ct and white jeans. Chris aimed his Handgun at the man's face as he saw him twitch. Rebecca stopped him. "It's just muscle reflexes. He's not reeanimating..." He looked at the young man's ID. It made him think of something else. "You know, from what Leon's private investigator friend was able to find out about her is that Ada was born in China even though she was raised in America. Supposedly she might have even been born in the province my last mission was in."

"Why does that matter, Chris? She's gone and we don't have any leads on her whereabouts. Maybe we got lucky and she really is dead?"

"I just don't think so. They didn't find a body after she was shot. Why does it matter? Ada's a traitor to both countries. Used Bioweapns to destroy more than one city. She deserves to die. And it needs to be somewhere Leon is far away from. He's too close to this..."

They heard groaning downstairs, faint at first but it was distinuished from the howls of the undead. Chris's heart jumped at the sound of automatic fire going off. "Get off me!"

Rebecca was beside him when they found wounded police officer with bite wounds on his rigt leg. He was a Caucasian male of Danish descent. He had wavy blonde hair, blue eyes, soft features to his face, and a blonde beard. "Who are you...are you guys with the BSAA as well?" He was obviously SWAT. His hair was matted with sweat and blood. "Yeah...North American Branch...I'm Chris Redfield and this is Agent Rebecca you tell me what happened here?"

"Well that depends...you mean what happened to me and my friends...? Or this goddamn mall?"

"We know what happened in the mall. What happened to your friends in that tank? We saw another one like it only nobody was in it. The door was open but it wasn't running."

Rebecca nodded. "We saw another one with the door ripped off and several SWAT Team members...their bodies..."

"Yeah...those are my friends..You know...Seatac is normally never this crazy...if we even needed SWAT we'd normally get em from Seattle but...we came here to help the survvors...communications got cut off at the station and I don't know what happened...it sounded like chaos there too..."

He sighed. "I'm Harrison...Harrison Lund...we're with the King County Sheriff's Department..."

"I thougt you were Seatac Police?"

"I am and I'm not...when the Seatac Police need extra services...our SWAT Team...I started as an officer in this city...moved on to SWAT. This is a city of 25,000 people...27,000 give or take but...with the airport...and so many people coming here...and so many hotels being close to the aairport...there's special needs for us out here...just in case...but this is one of those things I wasn't trained for..."

"I understand...we used to be with the Raccoon City Police Department..." Chris told him. "No shit...? That town that had that explosion? Jesus christ man..."

Chris nodded. "No shit."

"So...what does this mean for me...?" Harrison asked pointing to his wound. "Am I done for...?"

"Can you give us a minute? We're gonna try and figure that out..." They stood out of ear shot but kept eyes on him. "All right we've been in this mall for too long..." Chris said. "And by the looks of it so has he. We're gonna have to kill him. Only thing is, Rebecca...I need you to make him think we can find him a cure. Then when he least expects it I'll put one in the back of his head."

"Are you crazy, Chris? We've seen people get saved before that were infected. You can't just shoot him in cold blood. He's with law enforcement! Like we were."

"That was a long time ago. And besides, should we really put more value on law enforcement than anybod else? If we were still cops we could think that way but we're not. We're BSAA and we have to try and save every life we can but i don't think there's anything we can do for Officer Lund."

"Chis, we know there's a cure! The C Virus, Jake's blood remember?"

"Yeah but we don't have it on us. We're here to clean things up. Goddamn it..." He sighed. "I wish...I wish we did carry it on us. It should be mandatory. Either that or we should merge with Terra Save."

"We have to try and save his life. If it comes to that, I'll shoot him myself."

"Hey...you're not...you're not just saying that because of edward are you? Or Richard?" He asked. Her eyes had a haunted look to them at the mention of her fallen team mates. "Like you said,...that was a long time ago. But i still carry them with me. I have to try and save anybody I can when I can."

She approached him. "Sir, when did you get this bite?" Harrison tried to think. "About five minutes ago. Give it to me straight. Do I have a chance? Is there any cure for this? Was there one in Raccoon City?"

"There's...a vaccine..." Chris began. "But it's not like we have them on us. We're sent to deal with new bioterrorist outbreaks as they happen and every time we think we've got a cure a new virus happens."

"So you're telling me I'm screwed..." He said his eyes wide and alarmed but then his stare went blank. "Jesus...I thought I could die someday. I mean we all do. But I thought I'd get shot. Or maybe blown up by some terrorist asshole. Seatac is a sleepy airport destination but you know you get so many people from all over the world..."

"You got the terrorist asshole part right..." Rebecca stated. "And there's no reason to give up, okay? He was a soldier and a cop before this. I was a cop but I was a medic. It's my job to keep you alive. Better yet it's my calling."

"Rebecca, you don't want to give him false hope..." Chris said. "We're nowhere near a lab and this city is nowhere near safe enough to even bring in Terra Save to help. This virus...I thought it looked familiar only it's causing the impact that the C Virus had on people. It's not the T virus..the original virus...it can't be. But somehow we see the T Phobos virus. What did they do?"

Harrison sighed. "Look...if I'm fucked...i'll tell you what...there should be keys to one of these SWAT tanks...I'll show you how to operate it. You're probably right it is too late for me. But there's still survivors in there I can hear them screaming. i saw some of them are doing okay they got weapons...but being tough aint enough. There's too many of these things...these people don't need guns and machetes...they need evacuation. They need people like you...I just want you to promise me something Redfield. If I die, put a bullet in my head before I turn. I know...the cliche in zombe movies is if I turn shoot me. I say fuck that. I don't want to be one of those rotten walking corpses for even a second. It aint natural."

"I will..."

He had them help him over to where the tank was and he began to instruct them showing where the levers and everything they needed went. "Seems to me..." Chris observed, "Like it should be us already using these things. We're the ones in the BSAA."

"Yea well..." Harrison said with a smirk. "It can't be said we don't have perks...so why don't you two tell me something..." He said as they sat in the tank. "I get what made you want to be BSAA...if this is the kind of shit you've seen before...hell...if I make it through this...I may ask you t put in a good word for me."

Rebecca smiled. "Most of our recruits are ex police or military."

"But...what made you two want to be cops back in Raccoon City? In case I'm dying you should indulge a dying man in a question."

Chris paused but then said, "I'll tell you if you tell me yours..."

"Deal..."

"I was Air Force first and...I just had a sense of wanting to serve and be a part of something bigger than myself. I know that the Air Force wasn't around during the American Revolution. Back then...I was a lot more faithful to my country. But even so...I figured we were still part of history. We were making history. I've had family in the Air Force since it first started. I ended up going to the Air Force with a friend of mine from there. Ended up joining the RCPD cause it was home. Spent all but a couple of the first twenty five years of my life there. I figured I'd done my time in the service. I got to fly planes and choppers but sometimes you gotta start locally to grow globally. "

"And I've always been interested in medicine. I don't think enough is done with police forces having medics. Usually everybody just relies on the EMT''s for that.I wanted to keep fellow officers and civilians healthy and alive. I was growing up during the Aids scare and I thought if I could learn something about the diseases that kill people, I could save more lives. That's one of the reasons S.T.A.R.S. was an elite police force, ya know? And no other police force would have let somebody just out of High School into the academy but well...i was four grades ahead of everybody in my High School my own age and i went to college early."

"That's good..." He stated. "Hell I wish we had that with us. If we get shot in the field...we just have to hope we get to a hospital on time."

"What about you?" Asked Chris. "Well...i grew up out here but I went to school in Oklahoma City. College. Back in '95...you get where I'm going with this?"

"Timothy MVeigh..." Chris said.

"Exactly. If something like that could happen out there, I thought who really knows? We got assholes just like him in the state of Idaho with their fuckin compounds...and you know they got those shootouts at Ruby Ridge and Waco...and I know that bastard used those as his reasoning for doing what he did...by the same standard..so do I. Those fundementalist ass wipes have been the majority of who the terrorist attacks are in this country since 9/11. You know I'm no fool..." Harrison stated. "We act like the Mexican and black kids are the ones to be scared of but then a mass shooting happens...gun control gets debated the country gets nowhere...I aint even saying we should start profiling white guys to make up for it either...I'm just saying those assholes in camoflauge give law abiding citizens a bad name. Personally, I'd like to wipe all of them out. Fuck their first and second ammendments."

"I get what you're saing sir, but don't you think what you're saying is a little bit contradictory?" Harrison lit a cigarette and he reached under his shirt and he showed her a scar that ran up and down his stomach. "No...I don't...like I said...I was THERE. And I couldn't do anything at the time except lay in the hospital bed clinging to life. But what I can do...what I vowed to do...is be part of the team in the future that would would either put away men like that or put them down. Plenty of people have had their civil rights violated by the police, right or wrong it happens. Why the hell should those militias be any different?"

"Well like I said being abroad has made me less of a patriot over the years...seeing what this country has done in other countries..." Chris said. "But I believe they have a right to form militias."

"That's right!" Stated Harrison. "And by the same token, so do people in the inner city they got the right to form rifle clubs. A lot of my own team mates hated me for my own views on this shit but well...fuck em. I've seen first hand who the enemy is. And those assholes in Idaho...or those assholes in Oklahoma...they are the American taliban. There's really no other way to say it."

"AGHHH! SOMEBODY HELP ME! THEY'RE FUCKING STABBING ME! HELLLLLLLLLPPPPPP!" Screamed a male voice from outside. Harrison stated, "It's just one guy. There's nothing we can do for him...I signed up to help we all did but we're in over our heads here."

"GOD SOMEBODY HELP ME! CAPTAIN REDFIELD!" Chris got out. "That's one of my men!" Rebecca tried to stop him. "No it's not! i've never heard that voice before!" Chris replied, "i have, Rebecca!" A voice called to them from the third floor. "Circa 2005..." Called down a calm voice and before either of them could see who it was a shot rang out and Chris fell over hit in the head. Blood poured from his forehead. "CHRIS! OH MY GOD!" Rebecca tried to bring her gun up but suddenly she was hit in the chest and even through her vest felt she couldn't breathe. Another round hit her in the chest and she fell to the floor. Her vision blurred. She tried to get up but she was unable to catch her breath. Chris...! The voice in her head screamed while her lips could not. Before long she spotted a man standing over the two of them with red hair so red it hurt her eyes.

The only thing that was louder than the color of his hair was the style itself. "That was pretty pathetic, Chris. All I had to do was yell for you and all that training goes out the window?" He stood over Rebecca with a sneer. "You must be Agent Chambers..." With that he brought his boot down on her face and everything went black.

2003

He walked up to her. "How you holding up?" He asked. "That was a close call back there."

They were at a hotel in Moscow about a stone's throw from the famous Red Square.

"We're alive..." She said. "I didn't think we would make it out of there that time. Talos...the missile launcher."

"Yeah...that was too close for my comfort too..." Chris remarked. She smiled. "I did face Nemesis. He had a rocket launcher but we finally got rid of it. Me and Carlos. It was hard enough when we just had to deal with bioweapons on their own but when they learned how to use weapons against us...I just hope that's not something that Umbrella starts to create more of..."

He put a hand on her left arm. His right hand. "Hey...Jill...trust me. Umbrella is finished this time."

"Yeah...I know. People are finally doing the right thing. Testifying. I just wish they'd done this for us back in Raccoon City. They would have saved thousands of lives. We could be living and working in Raccoon City right now. With paid vacations. I still can't believe they're all gone...100,000 people...except for us, your sister, and the two people she survived with."

"Not to mention Carlos..." Chris said with a teasing grin. "It's not like that. We're just friends. Besides...I get the idea he'd cheat based on the way he carried himself."

He told her, "I get what you mean. I can remember their faces like it was yesterday. I don't think we're supposed to forget it. We have to live with it. But we fight for the living and honor the dead."

"Do you think they'd know they were being honored?" She asked.

"What?"

"Maybe that they're out there somewhere. Watching over us."

"I don't know. My father was Jewish but he didn't practice. In fact, he converted for my mom to be a Protestant. I think even then he was a skeptic but he hid it. He was kind of a pacifist. He always told me I'm more like my grandfather. Claire...she was still 12 years old when they died. Grandpa died when I was 10. Claire barely remembers him I think."

She smiled. "Your grandfather was why you joined the Air Force."

He chuckled. "You remember that, huh? Yeah...lot of good that did with how much I disagreed with my superior officers. You know...it's funny...dad compromised his belief system when his father didn't. He was a World War II pilot. He flew over 50 successful missions before the end of the war but his last one, he and a few other B52's were shot out of the sky. The parachuted. Tried to use what weapons they could to not get captured but they were. They took them to a P.O.W. camp and the German in charge was finding out everybody's religion. He didn't hide what he was. The German...he was strangely not a sadist. He tried to advise him in English to say that he was Christian and he wouldn't. They tortured him. But they didn't kill him. It wasn't until 1945 that he got free. They all did. He was still able to hold his head he would tell that story to me...he would tell me to never compromise what I believe either. If I know something is right, stand up for it."

He took a breath and then said, "I don't share my grandfathers religious views. Or my parents. But I always tried to live by what he told it's ironic it got me kicked out of the air force."

"I lost my mom at a young age too. I was only 9 when she passed."

"We've known each other for years...you never did talk about how she died...you said it was cancer...but...what happened?" He noticed an expression change on her face. "It's all right...you don't have to tell me..."

"It's fine...she was from Nagasaki. She was a year old when the bomb dropped. They mostly were away from the blast zone but somehow I guess at one point she got exposed to it. They were never clear on that."

"No offense but...you don't look it..."

"I know..." She said with a chuckle of her own. "Neither my mom's family or my dad's believed she was my mom. In school, I wanted to be closer to her side of the family but at schoolJapanese American students thought I was just an otaku trying to be Japanese. But my mom loved me uncondtionally. But later in life...she had cancer...radiation sickness..." A tear rolled down her eyes were watered with them. Chris wiped the tear from her. "I'm sorry, Jill... I know how you feel. We lost our parents too."

"i know...I'm sorry...I feel selfish for crying about it when...you lost both...and I still have my father at least..."

"No...it happens. Everybody dies. There's just better ways than others. At least the ones we lost before all this...never had to witness their own friends turn into a monster."

He sighed. "Even though I don't really have a faith of my own...I'm sort of agnostic too...I'd like to think we'll see the people we care about again."

"I do too...but do you think it's like heaven and hell?"

"I don't know...I don't think people deserve hell based on what they believe. If there's one thing I agree with about my grandfather's faith...as opposed to my mom's...it's that what you do matters more than what you believe. Sure...it's good to believe in something but without action its pointless. You and me...we make good on what we believe in. That's what we did in Russia."

"Yeah. But is it enough? You'd think that what we believe in would be something that everybody would agree with. The T Virus causes destruction. It's like nuclear war. Maybe worse. Maybe not for the earth but it turns the dead into weapons."

Chris put an arm around her and she rested her head against him. "One thing I do know is...if there's a hell...it better be hot enough for somebody like Wesker. Or cold enough. Just whatever it is, something that makes sure that he never gets outta there to terrorize people again."

Jill chuckled a bit. "Yeah...let's hope God has his own safeguards against an egomaniac juiced up on the Tyrant virus. Hope angels with flaming swords will be enough to chop him up again.'

"You've got a beautiful smile, you know that? I wish I saw it more."

She blinked. "So do you. But you're mr. serious. Claire's the funnier of the two of you."

"Hey, I can be funny too!" He said pretending to be a bit hurt. "I know. We both were. Before all this happened. Bit you now what I mean. Claire's a smart ass. You're serious. That's all I meant."

"Yeah well you are too though...maye that's why we get along so well? Maybe we just...lost our humanity...just a little bit."

"We did..." She admitted. "But...it's hard not to after what we saw. I think we're on the way to healing but we have to finish this war against Umbrella and all that remains of them. And when that happens...we can start to heal again...or try..."

"I think we can, Jilly bean. We just need a little patience..."

"You sound so sure when you say that. I wish I could think the same thing..." She sighed. "I don't want to be a downer...and i hope you're right. You just...weren't there when it all happened. I saw the city go up in smoke. It was...the most traumatic thing I'd ever seen. Things were getting pretty bad. So many days into it and by October 1st...it was like it was just hopeless. I thought me, Carlos and Nicholai were the only humans left. There could have been others but I didn't have a way to know for sure..." She sighed. "I like to hope...that everybody besides us was already dead. Tht they were zombies. That way...in a strange way the blast would be mercy. I'd hate to think some of them were surviving out there just like we were. Hoping to get out. Just to..."

She trailed off. He pulled her chin to meet his gaze "Hey...look at me...you have no way to know for sure. And you probably never will. The fact that anybody made it out is a miracle. Including you and I'm glad you did. I think about..that prison..sometimes. I was there for Claire but there was a security guard there that helped her. I guess he lost his family. I think about him sometimes. The island was already blown up and that was the aftermath. So maybe there's hope sometimes...though..he didnt make it but it wasn't cause of the explosion.

"You can't compare an island of prisoners to an entire city, Chris. There were more people there than in Des Moines, Iowa. Did you know that? A state capitol had less people than our town..."

"I'm not saying it does. But I understand the feeling that some people might have been caught in the radius. When I detonated the base at the South Pole there could have been other survivors besides me and Claire. There was Steve...a boy from the island but he didn't make it either. There could have been some people that lived and i have to think that maybe...just maybe I robbed them of a chance to escape sometimes."

"Is that supposed to cheer me up?it doesn't..."

"What I'm saying is, as bad as Raccoon City was, it wasn't your fault. You and Carlos did everything in your power to try and stop it. But it was out of your hands. And sure, it was bad but what if they hadn't done it and it got to the next city over? it would have been worse. As many zombies and you, and Carlos and Leon and Claire killed back there, there was still hundreds of thousands. I hate to say it but...it was the right thing to do."

"You're justifying using nuclear arms? Even after what I just told you about who my mother was? How dare you! That's like saying Hiroshima and Nagasaki was justified. But then you're ex Air Force. So maybe you really think that..."

"They say it would have saved lives. If the US had invaded mainland Japan more lives would have been lost."

"The country was already talking surrender six months before hand! You should read Howard Zinn's People's History Of America. The US didn't want to invest in a bomb and not use it. My mother DIED because of what they did. I may not look like her but she's still a part of who I am."

"That's not fair! I wouldn't have been for what they did to the city either! But damn it, Jill my sister was taken! And Umbrella needed to be taken care of."

"But you were in Paris. That was your reason to not be in Raccoon with me. But then you weren't. If you'd been there to help me we could have saved more people!"

"Jill, you decided to stay behind and investigate the lab here! Europe was the plan. You just came later."

"Barry didn't go with you either, remember? They ;

He relocated to Canada. They're still up there. Your best friend is out of the fight. And I've been at your side."

""Yeah but he had a family to look after. We don't'."

"And he betrayed us before, remember?"

"What if I needed you? In Rockfort Island and the Antarctic? What if I hadn't found Claire? The odds of me finding her on that island or at the South Pole base had to be a million to one! At least with an ex Army partner by my side I would have had a better chance. We could have even killed Wesker together. You know he almost took her? Or he could have killed her. He tried to back at the prison."

"Chris, that wasn't your fault..."

"Jill, I got a message from LEON. And he didn't even come. I don't know why either. I feel...something between those two...but I'll never let it happen. He could have come with me too..."

"You know better than that. He was mad at Claire for wanting to find you, right? And leaving him behind..."

"Well that's just what I need. A man child with eyes on my sister..."

"You're acting like one right now."

"And you're not? Because I wasn't there in Raccoon City? I'm glad i wasn't. I didn't want to see it blow up. You sound just like Leon did with Claire when they fought. Expecting me to stay with you while my sister was in trouble! You chose to stay behind! If you didn't save Brad or anybody else, that's on you!"

She slapped him across the face, his left cheek. He grabbed her hand and pushed her against the wall pinning her. "Let me go!" She growled smacking him with her other hand. He pinned the other hand and she still struggled with him. He stopped her by kissing her suddenly his lips pressed against hers. She relaxed her hands and he let them go but then she smacked him again and again but he kept kissing her. Finally, as a surge of lust like a jolt of lightning surged through her, she gave in kissing him back.

His hand felt her soft yet toned abdomen, she shivering at the touch of her smooth bare skin. She hummed against his lips. The sexual tension between the two had been high for years. Especially between '96 and '98 but any feelings they had for each other had to take a back seat to the mission. She pulled his jacket off of him tugging at it from behind him as she had some trouble with the arms.

His tongue found its way into her mouth slowly but surely. He felt her tongue which softly brushed against his for the slightest moment as if she were feeling him out. Jill's heart raced. It pumped like crazy as she felt her face grow hot as they kissed, afraid that if things went wrong, this would ruin their friendship and that was the last thing she wanted to do. She wanted Chris in her life. He had been her constant support over the years and in a way, the thing that kept her grounded. He kept her human. Of all the men in the world, he was the one man that could understand everything she had been el

There was Carlos, sure but she got the feeling he was a player and on top of that, he was younger than she was. It was't tht the South American was not handsome. He was but he didn't have the same bond she had with Chris as it had grown over the years. He too had lost his team but his team had been the bad guys and aside from him and Mikhail none of them were good. So in that sense he could relate to her and she to him based on loss of a team.

But Chris...what made him close to her was how long they'd known each other and the fact that it was the same team together that they had lost. There was a hole in her heart, a piece of herself that had died when her mother had. And a piece of herself that had died when her team mates died. And a piece when the city had been destroyed. But Chris was there to fill that whole in her heart and she knew that he had that same agony, that same loss inside him.

Chris picked Jill up, putting her onto his lap as they kissed his hand running up her back sliding it up her warm flesh feeling her soft skin and he peeled her coat away and pulled her closer to him. His body heat against hers, their breathless kisses became more intensified. He brushed a strand of brown hair from her face and she took his right thumb sucking on it. She took his wet thumb from her mouth before pulling him back to her and she said, "I missed you Chris...we never seem to get much time to ourselves. To be normal..."

"We have tonight..." He replied. She smiled kissing him again. He felt her warm skin of her sides and he admitted in his mind he had wanted to do this for seemingly forever. To touch her in ways he never had. He knew she wanted to do the same with him. Her hands slid up his abdomen leaving a trail of warmth earning a low murmur from the ex S.T.A.R.S member. He felt up to her breasts feeling she had no bra on under. His manhood was stiff with arousal as she straddled him her thighs brushing against it. He set her puffy coat aside and he began to kiss her neck down to her collar and she let out a breath of wanting for him. He ached not only for her body but her warmth and she felt the same way for him. Her bare skin was soon against his and they continued towards the covers to keep warm.

Even as they were still partly dressed, the city was cold enough that they didn't want to get undressed without backup warmth. He lifted the army green fatigues over her head to reveal her perfect large breasts Double D in measurments, her nipples were like roses her skin like ivory. She was flawless. He began to gently but slowly kiss towards them not wanting to give the indication that it was just about her breasts but he would be lying if he were to say he had not fantasized about her and them. She let out a gust of air from her parted lips as he made his way kissing her collar bone and he noticed the goosebumps on the pink flesh and her nipples hardening though not completely.

He slowly and gently but firmly took her left breast in his hand squeezing it feeling her for the first tim. She let out a low but feminine breath as his hand felt her and he brought his other hand to her right breast and slowly began to caress her there. He made his way down to her toned abdomen all the while keeping his hands on her tits and he kissed down to about midway down her stomach before looking back up at her and she ran her fingers through his dark brown hair his eyes peering up at the beauty that was her her large melons, her hardened nipples, the look in her blue eyes seemingly glowing with lust as he groped her in ways that he never had but he had wanted to since meeting her.

In truth, she had wanted it too but had taken longer to realize it than he had with her dreaming about it at times. She had woken up wet every time it happened. Sometimes, she would dream about him just grabbing her from behind and kissing her or kissing her neck, his face buried in her hair, the smell of his cologne in her nostrils, the feel of his stubble when it grew out against her neck skin and she would always wake up moist between her legs.

He made his way down to her belly kissing the outter area of it. Her navel was shaped like a cat's eye almost like a sideways oval. his lips kissed it almost being in the same shape as it and his tongue darted in it a it. "Uhhhhhh..."

She let out a low sensous moan and he moved to the button of her pants with his mouth but he kept his hand sliding up her flesh feeling her breath on him and his hands went back to her breasts determined to make sure her girls did not want for attention.

his manhood was stiff with arousal and his wood was against her legs as he laid on top of her. He unbuttoned her cargo pants unzipping them ever so slightly and he brought his left hand down to tease inside her pants moving his fingers to rub her pussy over her blue panties. "Ohhhh...Chris..." She murmured her breath hot on him, her breathing intensifying. "Oh my..." She said in a low purr.

He was nearly mad with lust his mouth on her left breast with feverish impatience. He waned her now but he maintained his cool for the moment as he toyed at her womanhood further soaking her already damp panties. He slid them down with his left hand and began to finger her with it keeping her panties just below her ass at her thighs as he toyed with her warm wet cunt, she began to lower her mouth to his manhood intent on pleasing him. Her mouth found his sex lowering onto his helmet. The feeling of her warm lips on his cock was almost too much to take at once.

He groaned rubbing her lips a bit harder than he intended earning a cry of surprise from Jill which in turn, vibrated on his fallace. He wasn't sure of he'd hurt her or not but she didn't remove her mouth from his manhood so it obviously wasn't that big a deal to her. Besides that, the feeling of her warm mouth vibrating against his cock was enough to almost drive him over the edge. He finally slid her panties down just below her butt cheeks down to her silky thighs. His blue eyes took in the sight of her light brown pubic hair that was a decent amount, still enough to be hidden in a bikini, enough to be hidden in that mini skirt he had lusted for her in and yet it still was like an old school woman rather than the woman of the twenty first centurt with a shaved or waxed beaver.

She kissed his cock right along his urethra and then naughtily teased the under side of his tip with her tongue leaving a trail of saliva. He pulled her to him beckoning for the brunette to mount his face. She did but he kept her underwear on her just pulled down some as he found it hot and she didn't mind since it was warm and even though the room had ample warmth, just the reminder of the weather outside in the night Moscow air was normally enough to make Jill shiver.

The thought of the night air outside as well as the warmth of Chris's stomach under her breasts gave her goosebumps teasing up and down her nipples as she sucked him off. Likewise, Chris began to explore into her pedals his tongue exploring her outter labia. "Mmmmph..." She moaned against his sex as she sucked down deeper taking his cock all the way down to the base as she sucked him off.

He began to toy with her folds with his left hand, just as he had done on the outside of her panties. His stubble tickled her cunt a bit earning a giggle from the younger ex S.T.A.R.S. member as her wet and warmth suction moved up and down his pole. He groaned against her cunt as his tongue left a slick saliva trail up and down her clitoris. He loved the way her breasts rose and fell on him her warm belly on his chest. She let her saliva come up from her throat washing over him and his manhood and she sucked him up with the added moisture and she madde a gulping sound as she sucked his manhood. He was vulnerable as he ate her out even as he was causing her plaeasure he felt like she had him more.

She ran her tongue up again from his shaft all the way up to the tip. He groaned as this happened and his mouth sent a sensation and a jolt of pleasure through her womanhood. "You like that...?" He whispered his hot breath tickling her cunt and also sending pleasure through her. "Chris...y...y..yes...!"

"I can't wait...to be inside you..." She rubbed a hand on his stomach. "You have to finish your dinner before you get your desert, big boy..." She purred. She had a wicked smile as she said this.

He wanted to explode then and there but he flexed but his face darkened red a bit as he did. He was torn between wanting to kick himself for not making a move on her sooner knowing this would be what was in store for him but on the other hand, as sweet as this was it was almost worth it. Even if given all they'd been through, it felt five years later than it should have. He wished they could have done this before, after he had saved Claire.

He had been busy, however, helping Claire with her grief and while his time at the prison island and the Antarctic had been nopicnic, he had felt a somewhat guilty feeling that he had not lost anybody that time. He put it out of his mind as she kept her determined mouth on his pole and he groaned with anticipation against her folds as he strummed them at the same time with his digits on his right hand and he ran his tongue up to her clitoris. This sent a shockwave of pleasure in a jolt of groaned against her as he thrusted fucking her mouth as she sucked his nob deeper.

He took his mouth off her momentarily gritting his teeth and he did so biting a few pieces of her pubes almost as a way to get himself to focus and recooperate as he tried to slow down. If he was having this much trouble not cumming now, he didn't know how he would hold it all in when he was inside of her. He paced himself however as he felt her warm mouth sliding up and down his cock again knowing she seemed to love to torture him in the best way possible even though they had never done this before.

She ran her mouth down the side of his cock on the left side with her teeth open like she was going to bite it however she didn't she just sucked it on down with a bit of teeth used. The feeling of her teeth on his dick actually gave him pleasure. He sucked on her clit as he moved his mouth up her womanhood his mouth creating a vaccum on her clit as she rode his face. Jill's right cheek bulged with his cock bulging through the side as she sucked him and she pumped his manhood from her left hand teasing him and he continued to toy with her rosy pedals.

His tongue felt the mostly wet but partially sticky essance as her arousal surged up with sensation, her legs shaking, her butt jiggling as her blue eyes went wide with her mouth on his fallace. He loved it. The way he bulged in her cheeks and her eyes were wide like an inexperienced virgin sucking her first cock but he knew she wasn't. She was just taking it in and surprised by his length and girth and the primal urge she felt to just devour him inch by inch. Jill's nipples hardened and chills went up her spine as his tongue moved down from sucking on her clit and his tongue swam inside her pussy.

She shook a bit as he began to explore her hole. His lips hummed against her cunt his lips giving her lips that were sideways from his a kiss and it was like her juices was saliva to match with his. She made a slurping sound down to about halfway down his manhood and she moved her tongue down to his ballsack her tongue finding his left ball. She moved her tongue back up against the under side of his manhood and she moved back down to his sack and this sent surges of pleasure through him.

He let out a hot breath against her cheeks. Her loins were aflame as the feelings of his wind against her and she cried out against his wet manhood and he licked the under side of her pussy. Her face was pinkish red as the feeling of his tongue penetrating about halfway in length into her hole.

As she made more slurping up and down his cock and she sucked. She made a rattling sound her lips moving against the tip of his dick. She moaned rubbing his dick against her lips as though it were a popcycle. He moved back up to her clit and began to attack it little by little like a speed bag before resuming his tongue licking rather than lashing at it and he moved his tonguedown her outter labia and proceeded to put his tongue back to her clit creating once again, that air tight vaccum. "Ahhh...! Chris...mmmmffhhh!" She whimpered against his manhood wettening it further with saliva and only partially talking due to her mouthful.

He let out a low cry o pleasure himself and Jill let out a higher pitched help against him and she took him out of her mouth a moment catching her breath despite breathing through her nose. The blood rushed to her areas and alll though she did hope to not bleed on him and she hadn't, the blood flow was still at her vaginal area as she was aroused. Her cunt had also darkened in color by a couple of shades/ . She was a;so deep throating him so fast and so hard that she was testing her gaf reflex and the sloshing sound of her tongue, her lips and her mouth was driving him close to climax.

He hummed against her womanhood with a lashing from his tongue up and down her clit. He ran his tongue flat against her womanhood tasting the nectar of her juices. He groaned with an impatience almost feral with impatience and he slapped her ass giving her cause to yelp out. He rubbed her folds still and let his chin stubble tickle her pussy the way her pubic hair tickled his face. His fingers sped up and he thumbed down her perineum and her breath blasted across his cock and balls as she took her mouth from him.

She took in a deep breath before taking his Johnson back into her throat and he shuddered at the warmth and wetness of her mouth like it was crack to him and he was a junkie that needed it. He groaned against her slick walls. She went back to slurping his manhood noisily. Her tongue suddenly found the v shape under his head and he lost it. He had no time to warm her. He exploded.

"Fuck...!" He cried out as his seed drenched her face.

Her lip were checkered with his load and yet she continued to suck his manhood even as a large wad of it dripped over her nose and lips as well as her cheeks She continued to pump his manhood and he continued to eat her his mouth finding her womanhood once again and she riding his face. She had said nothing in protest about his explosion so he wanted to keep her happy and his tongue swam happily into her canals. She whimpered with carnal pleasure as his tongue fucked her womanhood feeling the arousal as his tongue made its way up to her clit feeling it.

She continued to suck his manhood turning around after all wanting to get him stiff. He groaned as he took her folds to his lips and he sucked on them as though he were kissing them. He moved his tongue down to her perenium and he moved tasting the edge. She cried out then hummed against his cock. He let out a breath a gasp as the feeling had intensified at her louder use of her mouth muscles to a less intense feeling and both felt good.

"Am I good partner?" She asked in a cougar like growl as she ran her mouth along the sides of his dick like a corn on the cob. "Mmm mhh..." He moaned against her. She chuckled "ooohh...I want to hear you say it...tell me, Chris..."

He removed his mouth from her. "The best..." He moaned as he was at her mercy. "Good..." She said putting her mouth tenderly back to his shaft with a kiss. "Cause otherwise I could always bite you..."

He moved his tongue back up her labia moving up and down before settling at her clit again and he began to flatten his tongue against her clit before beating it little by little with his tongue before moving it back into its airtight suction his tongue and lips uniting on her pleasure button earning a cry of ecstasy as his tongue began to get her off. She screamed as she rode out the orgasm as Chris had finally made her come, he drank in her fluids lowering his mouth down to her entrance and while she did not ejaculate any, she still came and she stroked her own womanhood as she came and he drank in her juices from her pussy that were there regardless of her not coming. She grinded on his face, his stubble with with his juices however as she was very wet.

He continued to tongue fuck the petite brunette his tongue moving in and out of her entrance but then he moved it up to her clitoris. He created that air tight vaccum around her slit sucking on it. This earned a louder cry from the brunette as his tongue began to rattle it little by little. He stopped every few seconds however, to kiss her lips her labia, to tease her then to resume it. She was seemingly at his mercy despite being on top of him. He continued his oral assault on her and he felt her shake. She wanted revenge. She had gotten him fully erect again from sucking him off and now she began to deep throat him at a fast rate and sucked him extra hard using her mouth muscles to suck him like his cock was a straw dipped into a milkshake. She wanted to make him explode again.

He beat her to the punch as she had to take her mouth off him crying out as she finally came. Her womanhood became more wet and she trembled as she rode his face. "AHHHH!" She cried out as she rode his face. "Mmmmhhh!" She whimpered as she rode his face as though it were his cock. His tongue kept at her even as she came and her walls quivered, her juices at his lips and he smiled at the pleasure he was giving her. She rode out the orgasm and in a growl of almost angry lust she took his cock back to her mouth and bit it. Not hard but just enough to cause him some pain. As well as pleasure. She growled like a dog with a bone as she claimed his meat in her mouth. She then turned around and mounted him. "We should have done this a long time ago..."

"Five year ago would have been nice..." He said thinking of Raccoon City. "Or when I first joined the RCPD..." Her blue eyes stared at him as she lowered herself onto his cock. He groaned at the feeling of her pussy on his dick. "But it was worth the wait..." He said exhaling with closed eyes as he began to thrust upward.

"That's a good boy..." She purred pulling him to her kissing him. He lowered his mouth to her breast, her left taking the ivory flesh in his hungry mouth as his manhood throbbed with anticipation as he poked into her quivering hole. She moaned as his tongue flicked at her nipple and his hands carressed her ight breast as he thrust faster and harder into her tight cunt. "Remember...back at the lab...when you found me? And we hugged...I wanted you to do more...but I loved having your arms wrapped around me..." She breathed. "I wanted to hug you...in a different way..."

Chris had felt the same way but there hadn't been time.

"Mmmmh...doesn't that feel good, Chris? Its like a nice wet warm hug..." He groaned turned on at the sound of her voice and he bit down on her nipple earning a cry from the bob cut wearing brunette and he grabbed her breast squeezing it and rolling her nipple in his hand he moved his mouth over to her right breast taking it in, enjoying her scent. Though she smelled of perfume, at the same time she also smelled like she had sweated a bit there. He didn't mind. In fact, he enjoyed the smell. He gave her ass a smack and earned a yelp from her as her warm embrace heated his cock up at an increasing rate. He hummed against her tit, "Mmmm hmmmm..."

"OHHH!" She cried as he did this and he thrust deeper into her pumping her womanhood. He growled his breath against her breasts, "Yeaaaaaaah..." As he moved his hips. He took a free hand and moved it down her belly, past her pubic hair to her clit and began to stroke it again. He moved it against her heat his fingers working her outside while his fallace worked on the inside. He chuckled. "who's the master of unlocking now?"

"Still me..." She breathed. "I got you to give me your key...I'm keeping it...in my safe..." He laughed too and they laughed together and she kissed him as they fucked. He groaned as a strand of her hair fell into his face but he didn't mind. He playfully blew it back into her face and she cried out, "Ah!" He loved the way her breasts bounced as she rode him. The way it bounced even in his mouth as he sucked on one it was like bobbing for boobies.

He bent his legs rather than having them starfished. He wanted to give her butt more cushion too so that she wouldn't fuck up her quads riding him when she did bounce up and down but fo the time being she was still riding him front to back. He groaned as he swatted her ass again and he rubbed her ass carressing her cheeks as she took every inch in her twat. He took her left breast back to his mouth sucking and biting down again as he thrust into her earning yet another yelp from Jill that ended up dragging out into a prolonged moan as she fingered herself with one hand and cupped his balls under them with the other. She rolled her hips side to side causing even deeper sensation on his aroused manhood making him want to burst inside her but he couldn't and wouldn't let her down.

Not so soon would he climax. "I've wanted to do this...ever since I saw you in those blue fatigues..." He growled as he drove into her hitting the sponge like g spot that felt a bit like bit her bottom lip as she rode him and exclaimed, "You don't look too bad in green yourself..."

He suddenly surprised her, overcome with lust and turned her on her back with her legs in the air as he fucked her. He began to finger her as she lay on her back with his right hand tapping into her g spot like a man sending out morse code while the other hand pressed down on her stomach four inches below her navel as he pounded down into her. "AHhH! CHRIIIS!"

Her breasts, now slippery wth sweat continued to bounce in a way that was hypnotic as he plowed her, and she thrust her hips upward to pary his pace all though now he was doing more of the work. He had to stop momentarily and at the sounds she made, realized that she didn't want to go long without being penetrated so he resorted to fucking her again but at a slower pace as he drove into the petite busty brunette.

Any feeling of being cold as they had been walking around the Russian capitol was gone as the two were embraced and warmed in each other's heat and the rest of the world faded away for the two of them. He leaned in kissing her again and her lips, plump and red met his with a passion and need that he himself had felt for her for years and yet he had kept it hidden for years. Meanwhile, Jill o her end sucked in a breath as she kissed him, the feeling of his fallace filling her up creating in her loins a feeling that she could not go without him being inside her.

It was something she had never had before with her old partner before tonight and something both had not dared to do before tonight either for fear that if things went wrong, it could ruin their friendship and taint their partnership. As rough as the last few years had been, Jill had known, however that Chris would always be in her life and she in his and this had given her a comfort that she had been without in those last days in Raccoon city. All though she had been grateful for Carlos to be at her side and he had been a good looking man and one could certainly do worse than him, she still had only thought of how if she did not live she would never see Chris again.

In some ways, she secretly credited him with her being able to even survive being infected by the virus when Nemesis had stabbed her. She had thought about what she knew he would have said to her had he been there. "Jill...don't give up..." He said to her. "We're S.T.A.R.S...we keep fighting. This bastard wants S.T.A.R.S. we'll give him S.T.A.R.S! He's not killing us without a fight!"

She had pictured him there, in his green fatigues standing there muscular with his service weapon. He helped her to her feet even as she had a bleeding wound leaking purple fluid. "Chris...my wound..."

"Whatever it is...we'll get through it together..." He promised. She continued to fire until she saw the mammoth beast finally start to slow down.

Raccoon City and its fire filled death filled smoke smelling sensations faded away and she was back in the moment with Chris leaning over her pumping into her. She looked down as his thumping dick inside her, her eyes almost in awe at the sight of his helmet going in and out of her all the way out of her almost as though he wanted to tease her and make her feel weak in the knees. As she looked at the head of his penis go in and out of her it was with a feeling of disbelief that this was finally happening after all this time. She dug her nails into his back and bit into the side of his neck sucking on his flesh with a hunger and lust that she could not control anymore than he could.

She wrapped her legs around his muscular back and ran her arms up his muscular biceps kissing along his muscles. She licked the flesh and rubbed it every which way as she threw her cunt upward meeting his penetration. she found a scar of his he'd had since the mansion and she kissed it tenderly, with the same gentleness yet firmness at the same time and love that she had those lovely lips of his she had come to relish.

"Chris..." She let out his name in a low breathy whisper and he put a right hand on her cheek pulling her to him kissing her again, their lips smashing together as their combined heat met again and again crashing together in a warm and wet and sticky embrace. Her throbbing womanhood tightened around his cock as she took him in deeper and her clit was swollen almost to a point of sexual frustration for the 28 year old but yet it felt so good as his hand came back to her stroking her clitoral hood rubbing her the wrong way, the right way as he only teased over her actual clit but kept teasing around it with the hood to keep her in suspense. Her mouth opened wide and he brought his fingers to her mouth and her eyes opened wide too that he was suggesting what he suggested but she took his fingers in sucking his fingers very much in the same way as she would his cock.

He brought her back to him for a kiss the two of them both tasting her essence on her lips but then Jill smiled because she realized that even if he didn't think about it, since her mouth had been on his cock earlier, he too was kissing her same lips there. She would not say aything about it, perhaps he already knew or maybe not and maybe he would feel somewhat insecure about his sexuality even if it was his own spunk. Still, the thoght of it made her chuckle a bit and it made her a little bit more wet and okay with the fact that she had just tasted her own juices.

"What are yo smiling at...?" He demanded in a pant. "You..." She said.

"What about me...?" He asked. "Is this an interrogation Officer Redfield...? I'm owed my miranda rights, some handcuffs and a night stick across my ass..." She said with a smile.

"I've got a nightstick across your ass..." He growled and she giggled. "I'm gonna have to search you for contraband..." He said putting two fingers deeper inside her. She purred, "I'm carrying a concealed weapon in my purse...yours..." She said as she bit his ear lobe and two laughed playfully. Her legs hugged him closer to her and her nails clawed at his chest drawing blood. He winced a bit but she sucked at his wounds her tongue licking them and it stung him a bit but it felt good. "i gotta check the back to make sure you're not carrying a spare..." Heput two fingers in her asshole with his left hand earning a cry of shock but his fingers were wet so they had lubrication and he gently but firmly fingered her butt hole as he fucked her.

"AHhhhhh...god...i don't think I could handle your Beretta back there...the best I could take is maybe a .22..."

He chuckled, "How about I just put the tip in and we'll call it a .22?" She smacked him on his ass. He bit her ear lobe back to return how she did it to him. She closed her eyes with her head tilted up and she breathed in as he rammed into her. "MMMMM!" As her pubic hair was soaked by her own juices running up and down her as they fucked and his fingers toyed at her feverishly like they were two teenagers exploring each other'sy bodies for the first time.

She also sucked on and bit his nipples earning a cry of surprise from the thirty year old former S.T.A.R.S member. Her face was flushed and her labia was swollen. He could feel her walls tightening around him as he poked her deeper. "Are you close..."

"Yes..." She whimpered in a voice that was a bit higher than usual as he kept going. He kept the weight on his hand down on her stomach as she had signaled that it was okay to put a littlemore weight on it as he fingered her with a free hand again and with the other pressed down and his mouth found her righ breast again but this time was alternating between breasts as he pounded down into her.

She felt like she had to pee but her bladder was empty and it was just the same muscles. Her cunt began to contract again as she came yet again. "Ahh! MMMMmmmmhh! UHHH...!" he went in deep as she had her orgasm thrusting up her stomach rising and falling, her breasts bouncing and heaving as she breathed heavily her moans getting higher as she had her mouth opened until she bit her bottom lip again and her juices soaked his manhood as though his cock was a dirty sinner and her wet cunt, the waters that would baptize sure as hell FELT like the kingdom of heaven between her legs. Her moans went from open mouthed to close mouthed and from a high soprano to a bit above a breathy whisper as the multiple orgasms got weaker as she got towards her fifth, having had four in a row just then.

"Ohhhh...ooohh..." She said her lips pointing out and he finally lost it "WHOOA SHIT!" He exploded pulling out at the last second but his seed erupted onto her pubic hair, on her waist, her thighs and her belly and part of it dripped down her right butt cheek as he was on top of her. "FUCK!" He cried as he exploded. She licked her lips, still horny but her orgasm had tired her out. She pulled him back to her this time for a kiss, their tongues wrestled like lovers play fighting.

They got cleaned and he was a gentlemen cleaning up her too before the two of them laid in each other's arms. "Chris..." She began. "I don't know what this is...or how long we'll last or what we'll be but...i need you...I've always needed you.'

"I'm here for you jill..." He said putting his face to her, his head against hers, feeling her breath, and she closed her eyes in a manner of trst as he held her his hand rubbing her right hip softly and he vowed. "I'll always be here for you. I need you too...more than you've ever known..."

It was not 'I love you' but it might as well have been. If nothing else for he two unconventional lovers, it was exactly that in everything but the words themselves. Chris contemplated what was said and she did too. It was not the words that mattered. It was the heart.

Chris

He awakened from his more pleasant memory in a daze in a dark and dank room and he saw Rebecca was tied up the same as he was. Standing over the two of them was a red haired man carrying a combat knife that he was flipping in the air and catching in his hand. "Rebecca?" He called to her. "Rebecca..." The memory of what had happened in the mall came flooding back to him. He had the world's worst headache. Rubber bullets...He realized.

"Well well well...we meet again, Agent Refield..."

"Raymond! What the hell are you doing here?!" He growled at the red haired man who still after all these years had his same absurd hairstyle.

"After Ill Veltro and Tricell fell through I had to find gainful employment. No Umbrella bailout from the government. So I settled on Neo Umbrella. The next best thing."

"You're working with Landsale aren't you...is that who you kidnapped us for?" He demanded. Rebecca had woken up too. "He's a terrorist. Why are you helping him?!"

Raymond snickered. "Oh this is about more than Morgan Lansdale. He was just toying with you before. Wait until he comes back. He'll make sure you see the full picture. This is about more than just you and him. You know who Alex Wesker is? Well she wants a piece of you too. She just wants it more with your sister first but she didn't take you killing Albert well. And as for Lansdale...let's just say he's got the kind of grudge against you and Jill that's big enough for three people. He's more powerful than you ever thought. And you might have thought all these years it was Wesker that was gonna end you but it's not. Landsdale will."

"And you think you're going to survive this?!" Cried Rebecca. "Hey, I'm just a messenger. I do what I'm paid to. And an occasional delivery boy."

"You're a mercenary..." Chris spat. "Call it what you want..." Said Raymond. "You know...Jake Wesker might not have had the balls to kill you for what you did to his father but there are a lot more than just the Wesker family that want to take their pound of flesh from you, Chris. You'll see soon enough. Even soldiers that survive as much as you have, they break down eventually."

Billy

Even as he fought for his life, firing into carrier after carrier, the ex Marine felt tempted to drop his weapon and let them have him. He certainly would deserve it. He couldn't even save the woman he married. He didn't know what he was fighting for. Everything worth fighting for him him was gone. The small charming town he'd come to be attached too would be no more. It wouldn't even matter that it could be saved. Even though Billy was self aware that he was not from Cottage Grove, he was also sickened by the fact that if anybody else lived here they would be others like him. Transplants. People who had lived here and had families here for generations had all been wiped out.

In the dark and the rain he screamed with rage as his muzzle flashed. "FUCK YOU!" He screamed at the undead, fearless. He had a bowie knife in hand and he didn't even remember how it had got there. He had nothing to lose so he had no fear. "YOU TOOK EVERYTHING FROM ME!" He stabbed it repeatedly, growling as blade his bone and the thing groaned under him. He put the blade into its skull and then with a removal of the blade, ran towards the zombies, about ten of them coming towards him. Tobias yelled, "Coen get the fuck away from them! What are you doing?!" He then ran as the dark haired man dropped to his knees his arms stretched out like a martyr.

Squining in the rain, he saw zombies making their way towards Moira. Claire was doing her best to get to them. She stabbed zombie after zombie to try and get through. one of them jammed a pitchfork into her left side and she screamed in agony and pain as one of the prongs hit her left hip bone. She stabbed it in the face to get it away from her as it pulled it out intent on stabbing her again. It went to stab her but she slashed it again and instead the hande simply hit Claire in the side of the face near her right ear and it started ringing.

Tobias fired striking the zombie that had done this in the left eye killing in instantly. "Goddamn it! We don't have time for this shit! Where are they all coming from?! Billy get off your ass!" He screamed. He helped Claire up and was a bit queezy at the sight of the blood of hers dripping to the ground. "You okay?" He asked. She just winced. "We've got to get to Moira!"

Billy looked and saw Ray fighting off as many of them as he could as well as Martin and Leah but much to the ex Marine's horror, the three were overrun by zombies. Even the farmer's older son had just had a chunk of flesh taken from the left side of his neck and he screamed in vain as he fell to the wet earth bleeding. The little girl was in danger and Billy forced himself to his feet running over to keep the two zombies that were trying to bite her. "MoMMY! DADDY!" She cried out. Billy broke the neck of the first and he took the second and slammed it to the ground and he took the pitchfork that Ray had dropped and he jammed it into the face of the second and he followed up with a head stomp to the one he had just broken the neck of just to be on the safe side.

The little girl ran to her dying parents hugging them and she was soaked in their blood. "Please..." Leah begged as she bled from a bite wound to her left arm and her shoulder. "You have to get her out of here...somewhere safe..."

"You have to come with..." The crying little girl begged. Martin and Leah hugged her goodbye but they could not say goodbye. "We'll always be with you...we're right behind you..." martin promised. Billy sighed knowing what had to be done. He applied pressure on a pressure point. Before long the little girl was unconscious in Billy's arms. "Thank you..." Martin stated. Billy was handed his service pistol. Martin and Leah huddled together. "I'm sorry about this..." He said. He pulled the trigger putting both out of their misery.

Ray cussed at Billy as he bled out. "You son of a bitch! Because of you I lost my boy! You brought the dead to my door step!"

"The dead were already coming. That's why you had the booby all lost somebody today...why should you be special?"

"You motherfucker!" He checked the bullets in Martin's pistol and he tossed it to him in the mud. "I'm done..." Billy stated. "I had to put my own wife down...you have to take care of your own business..."

"GODDAMN YOU!" Cried Ray. He aimed his Handgun at Billy's back but then decided to not shoot. He just cradled his oldest boy in his arms. He held the gun in a shaking hand.

Claire and Tobias, meanwhile, had managed to get all the zombies that had gone after Moira except that she had one bite mark on her left ankle. Claire saw this. "No...!" She said her voice breaking. "God...she's not even awake yet..." Her eyes rolled back in her head from blood loss and she fainted.

Billy had no words. He could hear the crack of thunder. He also heard something else and he felt something in the wind. He snapped up his own Handgun to see what it was and in a burst of blood and speed, several zombies were dispatched. A young Caucsian man with auborn colored hair in a buzz cut and green eyes standing at five seven had shown up. He had a somewhat deep voice. He wore an Oregon ducks sweater and a pair of dirty black jeans. He was soaked by the rain as well as blood. Based on his accent he was American or maybe Canadian but he was not from oregon that was or sure. "Who are you?" Billy demanded. "A guardin angel..." He replied. He checked Claire's pulse. "She's alive...she's hurt but she's tough..."

"I don't believe in angels, pal!" Stated Billy. "Believe in me..." The man replied. He looked at Moira. "Who's this?"

"Somebody important to Claire. Her best friend I think... Moira Burton" Billy stated. "She's been bitten...she's fucked..."

The man picked Moira up. "Not nessecarily...she has a chance..." He picked her up in his arms. "I'd take Claire with me but if this is Moira Burton she'd want her to be saved first and since she's been biten I have to get her a vaccine. I'll come back for all of you when I get a chance but I have to take her to her father. Timing is critical."

"You...how did you do that?!" Demanded Tobias. "If you could do all that...move that fast why didn't you help before?!" The stranger replied, "I'm sorry, officer. I did what I could. I must have killed at least fifty of those things with my bare hands. I got to you as quick as I could. I wasn't on that side of the farm to see them..." The stranger sighed. "I'll take them both..." He put Claire over one shoulder and Moira over the other. "You can't just take them!" Billy said aiming his handgun at the man's head. "Who the hell are you?!"

"My name's Steve. I'm on your side. But me and Claire have a history and I have to make sure she's safe. You look like you can handle yourself. I'll be back..." With a sudden flash of speed he was gone. "Asshole! How the fuck did he do that?!" Tobias cursed. "What now?"

Billy sighed looking at all the death around them as he held the little girl. "I don't know. I think something to do with the virus. I aint as educated on it as Claire must gotta stick to the plan...try and regroup with the other survivors."

Billy thought to himself that they had less of a chance of this now that Claire and Moira was gone but maybe they had a better chance of surviving assuming this Steve meant them no harm. Even if he did, he had super speed and Billy didn't know where he went other than that he saw the blur go north. There was nothing Billy could do to get the two women back if they were in any danger. He had to take him at his word. Not much mattered to Billy now as it was. The new life he had built with Whitney and most of the friends he had made were gone.

Barry

The choices they had were not ideal but they took what they could. Barry was driving a gold 2014 Honda Odyssey tearing up the street. He had Dayva riding shotgun while Kateri, and Kiya were in the back seats. In addition to this, Elias and Emily were in a dark red GMC pickup truck what Barry believed to be a 2007 model. Jackson and Couglin rode in the back. "Shouldn't I be driving?"

"Don't tell me you have a problem with women driving, big boy?" Elias snorted, "I doni't give a shit about that. When you come from a matrilinial bloodline you can lecture me about chauvanism. I'm the one that hotwired the damn thing. And well...you DID grow up driving on the other side of the road..."

The British SOU agent replied cooly, "I need the practice..."

"As long as your practice doesn't get us killed, sweet cheeks..." Coughlin said with a grin. "Shut up!" She growled. "You gonna report me, sweetheart? Feel free to. I would love to survive this shit long enough for you to get me fired, Or a write up. Or whatever the hell happens to us when we fuck up. But don't act like you don't love it."

Though she was driving decent enough, Elias was uncomfortable with the speed she was taking. Meanwhile, Kiya stated, "Captain, i get that we're not supposed to harm Alex...uh...I mean Natalia...but how do you suggest we capture her without hurting her? We don't exactly have any non lethal weapons. You know it's funny...they give soldiers like us dead or alive missions and cops...they do the same with them but they give them non lethal weapons not just guns."

"You just said it..." Kateri stated. "The soldiers have those missions but it's a lot simpler for them. You either surrender and put your hands up and let them take you in or they shoot you in the head."

"Just like fuckin Bin Laden..." Grinned Coughlin. "You mean Project Geronimo?" Kateri said with an eye roll. The United States, in her mind, were idiots for that. Geronimo was a man defending his ancestral homeland not a religious extremists. They had justified it by saying they hadn't killed him and he was hard to find. But even with scouts, Geronimo was not found he had turned himself in and he was not killed in a shootout despite Texas Rangers as well as Arizona citizens wanting to see him lynched. All though it was an unjustified excuse to not ever let him return home from Oklahoma, as Arizona citizens might have killed him and certainly Agent Okwari thought this, Kateri could see both sides and she had to admit that probably, they would have killed him in vengeance for years of frontier warfare. Even in his last try at escape from Turkey Creek, he had killed 50 settlers, possibly more.

"You know what?" Stated Jackson. "I say fuck Seal Team Six."

"Hey!" Barry growled. "Why's that, Johnny Reb?" Asked Coughlin with a sneer. "You still sour over losing the civil war? Get over it. I know we tell people like Elias and Kateri to get over it too but I feel like we don't say it enough to you. Or excuse me...'yall' am I making sense to you,General Lee or do I need to break it down into Appalachian?"

Kiya turned to him. "Is there something about living a mile high up that you get toolittle oxygen and it makes you stupid? Orjust an asshole?"

"That's Virginia and Kentucky, dumb ass. And we don't know if they were southerners or northerners. As for the war between the states..."jackson emphasized this rather than calling it the civil war. "The reason our men in uniform are the best in the world is you take the infantry men of the south and artillery of the north you could take on anybody."

"Don't forget stealth tactics you learned from us in the woods..."Kateri nodded. "And yes,Bin Laden deserved to die. But I'd say this country was abou ten years too dicking around in Iraq for what? So some rich oil baron jack ass can finally win his daddy's approval?"

Coughlin chuckled."You talking about G Dubs? Or a Saudi prince? Or Saddam's coked out son?"

"Like I said..." Kiya said. "Less oxygen..."

"Point is, though while the men that did that too are heroes only one of them pulled the trigger. To give all Seals or all the Navy credit for one man's deeds is wrong."

Just then, several rounds came crashing at their vehicle. They swerved to miss it. They flipped the vehicle over. Kiya weakly reacted getting out, cut by the glass and had blood running down her forehead getting in her eyes. Coughlin came out firing despite an arm injury. Kateri went for her weapon too. Barry crawled out of it.

"Fuck!" He cried out. "Is everybody all right?" He returned fire, his head was throbbing and he momentarily forgot what kind of weapon he even had in his arms as he fired ignoring the blood running down the right side of his face. He spotted a target at thirty yards out dressed in a black ski mask, a camoflauge green jacket over a white t shirt with a bullet proof vest on under it. He fired striking the man in the right arm and watched the rounds tear into his elbow and he dropped the weapon. Elias skidded to a stop getting out and he and Emily began firing on the insurgents as they tried to ambush Barry. Barry caught several rounds in his vest and fell back over. "Shit!" He had a hard time catching his breath from the trauma of it. Dayva was injured having taken a round in her lef t hand bt she was firing her sidearm with the other.

She managed to hit one of their attackers with a headshot. "Are these assholes infected or just run-of-the-mill dickheads from The Family?!" Cried out Coughlin. "Beats the hell outta me, just shoot em!" Jackson hollered back.

Just then, a flashbang hit the side of their wrecked vehicle and Barry and the others were blinded. Barry ducked down hoping to stay safe until his sight returned. Coughlin took a round in the left leg. "FUCK! SON OF A BITCH!" Emily flanked the man who had shot him and she put a round in the back of his head. The shooter was wearing a red flannel jacket and blue jeans and a white ski mask. "They're not infected!" Barry called out pulling the mask off the deceased after checking his pupils and his face for signs he had been infected. Barry had run out of ammo for his own primary weapon so the man's AK-47 was relief to him. He fired striking another shooter, this one female, in both knees and he saw that she had been driving a Crysler and the men she had with her who now lay dead courtesy of some well aimed headshots from Kiya, had been among those to fire on them.

A round hit Elias in the back and he was only saved by his body armor as if it had pierced it, he would have been hit in the spine. He fell to the ground as the next three rounds came crashing at him and he fired striking the hostile who had done this n the stomach. He got to Kateri helping the wounded Oneida Indian to her feet and got her to cover. "Dayva's hurt too and I think Kiya is too..." She told him. "I'll get to them as soon as I have an opening..." He promised. "Just stay put..."

They heard an inhuman growl even as a carrier fired at them with an AR-15. Luckily, Emily took the shooter out with four rounds in the neck before any of the BSAA members could be hit. Just then, a carrier, a Caucasian male had hauled Dayva to her feet with a serrated bladed knife at her throat. "Captain Burton!" The carrier cried out in what seemed like dual voices one was male and one was female. it sounded demonic. Jackson retrieved his sidearm off the ground having briefly dropped it. "Who the fuck are you?!" Demanded Barry.

"Alex says to show you the extent of her power...or shall I say. Natalia? How far would you go to save her, Barry? How many team members would you sacrifice?" He cut into Dayva's throat but she drove an elbow into his face breaking herself free just as he started to cut into her skin but it was still a substantial wound. Elias got to her keeping pressure on the wound to stop the bleeding. "Just hang on...i got you..." He said trying to keep her calm.

Jackson fired striking the carrier once in the forehead. He fell over his glowing eyes seemingly dimmed out like a fire that had died. He put an extra round between his eyes. "Piece a shit!" The Alabama born BSAA agent growled. An African American female carrier cried out, "BARRY!" This froze Barry's blood cold as it was two female voices this time but still. "Do you recognize the sound of my voice, Barry? Do you recognize the sound of your little girl? Listen hard!"

A blast from a Remington 1100 struck Coughlin in the neck and a few of the pellets pierced his Adams apple. The Denver borm SOU Agent fell, no longer able to utter a smart aleck remark as blood poured from his neck and his mouth. "Motherfucker!" Cried out Kiya tackling the thing and removing her combat knife, she plunged it into the back of the shooter's spinal cord stabbing the man in the neck. In reality the 'man' looked to be about 17 years old, a teenager in a Mariners jersey and a Seahawks beanie, a messy blonde haired white male with piercing blue eyes who had been infected and was one of the carruers of the T Phobos virus. He had likely never held a shotgun before this. it wasn't until Kiya turned the dying boy over thats he saw how young he was. He groaned in pain and she drove the blade into his forehead to stop him from getting up again.

"I'm sorry, Coughlin..." The Ethiopian agent stated. He had been an asshole but he certainly didn't deserve this.

"What do you want with her you crazy bitch?!" Barry demanded firing and striking the talking carrier five times in the chest and as she fell down Barry took a piece of glass from the broken driver window and he penetrated her skull with it. "My control is everywhere, Barry..." Called out a voice from the darkness. "I am omnipotent. I am everywhere and yet...Natalia is not even in her own body...or is she...? Can you find her? Or is there nothing left to find?"

To Barry, this sounded like a child's voice a young child perhaps too young to tell if it was a boy or a girl but all the same there seemed to be enough infected in the area with eyes on the banged up BSAA team. Elias believed he had a chance at saving Dayva's life. "Look..." She said to him weakly and softly. "I know..." He said. "i see them..."

Kiya noticed too. There was carriers both from the shadows and in plaine sight. "Come find me, Captain Burton..." They all said in unison.

"Goddamn it..." Barry said in despair. "I should have noticed something was wrong with her when she started reading those books..."

"Barry!" The demonic voice called to him. "A book must be the ax for the frozen sea within us..." Stated a carrier that had once been a Chinese tourist who did not even speak English. His eyes glowed like an ember and he sneered at him fluent in a language he had never spoken in. "Think about it..."

With that, the most eerie thing happened. As the remaining BSAA agents who had been reloading came up to fire, and Emily did fire striking a blonde female in the right temple, the carriers eyed her and the rest of them but took no more hostile action. They walked away.

"That's a quote from Franz Kafka..." Stated Kateri, as she shook. "Again?!" Jackson scoffed with an eye roll. He leaned over and took the dog tags off Coughlin. "Sorry fella...but I'll probably be seeing ya soon ya Yankee sum bitch..."

"Should we follow them and put the rest of them down?" Asked Emily.

"No..." Barry said softly. "Alex is toying with us. She knows we're low on ammo. She's in control...we're only alive because she's allowed it.."

Josh

He sighed looking at the deceased body of Agent Mackenzie. Just then they heard the sound of a helicopter outside. "What do you think that is? Do you think it could be the National Guard? Or the Police sending in reenforcements?"

Raven shook her head. "There's no way we're that lucky."

"She's right..." Jill stated. "The Seatac Police are overwhelmed as it is. If there's even any of them left...they're in no shape to come here and help us. That's for sure."

Just then, they heard the crack of Machine Gun Fire outside and the sound of what seemed to be a failing engine after that. Soon a loud crash filled the room and a fiery helicopter came crashing down through the roof of the mall. "Fuck!" Cried Raven and Jill grabbed her, "Come on!" She tackled her out of the way. The thing crashed but it took out part of the walkway and it made the escelators blocked off from being used as there was too much fire. Several zombies were obliterated in the blast as well but Josh could no longer reach the two women.

"Shit!" He growled. "What do we do?!" Jlll suggested, "We need to try to find a way around!" More zombies were attracted to the noise and a crowd of people getting close to fifty in numbers started to come at them but split up in going to where Josh was and where Jill and Raven was. Josh had at least twenty zombies after him. "We'll finda way to regroup! You two just get to safety!" He climbed the railing and looked with a gulp at the leap between there and the point of the escalators that he was going to try and jump for. Before Jill could shout for him not to,, he could feel the zombies behind him and he jumped. He managed to grab the side rail and he hung with his legs over the side and he almost fell and he banged his ribs pretty badly. He tried to catch his breath but his flesh was soon singed in his forearms as the area of it was hot from the fire as the flaming debris was everywhere. Josh fell about twenty feet down.

He cried out in pain and got up. Several zombies were coming his way. "Josh are you all right?!" Jill cried. "I'll live...!" He winced. He saw this time, not zombies coming for him. They were the skind of carriers that had been encountered in Sushestvovanie Island. He fired but suddenly one of them, a big black man in a Washington Huskies sweater and black jeans grabbed the weapon. Josh tried to grab it back but the man tried to bite him. Josh shoved him back. The pistol clattered at the man's feet. The legs of more carriers soon blocked it and Josh realized he'd lost his primary weapon too as he had jumped.

Josh used his combat knife slicing at the man's neck and a spray of arterial red misted the air. He staggered away trying to outrun them. He then saw an Asian American teenager of about seventeen in front of him. He got her in a full nelson and said, "I'm sorry..." He plunged the blade into the back of her skull and she went limp and heavy in his arms. He threw her towards the group to distract and slow them down. He ran as fast as he could with the pain in his side and his legs and his arm. He saw in front of him, however, a little girl that was ten years old. She was Asian American too and he saw the resemblance to the teenager. She had on pink pants and a white shirt and she had a Spongebob Squarepants backpack. Josh hesitated only a second and she was on him about to bite.

He would have brought the knife up but he wasn't sure he could stab her and even then she was going for his knife hand. He braced himself for the bite but it never came. She fell forward as a round struck her in the back of the head. A sweeping burst of rounds took down five more sweeping from their chest to their heads. He spotted Sheva near a shop with a shutter that was halfway down. "Josh! Come on!"

He made his way to her and she covered him. He helped her to bring the shutter down even though it hurt his arms. A carrier tried to crawl under the gate but Josh and Sheva brought it down on his skull and his brains burst out of it like a broken water main. Sheva kicked the thing's scrambled eggs mess of a head out and she slammed it down. "Come on...we need to find you some first aid..." She said. They hugged and he said, "Asante. Umehifadhi maisha yangu..."

(Thank you, Sheva. You saved my life)

"Of course. You would do the same for me..."

"Sheva...I wasn't able to kill that little girl. She could have killed me. I was trained for this...I helped train you for this and yet... you succeeded where I failed."

"It's not my first time..."

"Killing a zombie? I know."

"That's not what I meant..." Sheva said, a haunted look in her hazel eyes. "Oh..." He said. He wouldn't press her on that. He knew it had to do with her past as a guerilla.

The carriers were gathering outside. "I got separated from Jill. Raven was with us too but I got separated from them. You saw and heard that helicopter, right?"

She nodded. "Yes...it would be impossible not to have heard it. Josh...we need a plan. We need to find a way to contact HQ."

"i know. Things have fallen apart fast. What were they thinking sending just two teams in? We cannot deal with all of this! They should have sent everything we have to deal with this situation!"

"I know but they must have had a good reason for this. Maybe there's just bioterrorist attacks happening all over...that's usually what happens. That's why there's a branch on every continent. Even Antarctica has a base there."

Josh had heard rumors that the BSAA had in fact built a base in the South Pole. From what he'd heard, it was the same base that Chris Redfield had once braved in the 90's where an outbreak had taken place. Josh sighed. "Okay...we'll rest here for a little bit...then we need to go back out there and find the rest of our team. Chris, Jill, Rebeca, Quint, Keith and the others."

"Agreed..." Sheva said her hazel eyes assessing his injuries. "But not before i find you some first aid. You have to let me take care of you."

"You're the boss..." Josh said with a smile of surrender.

2013

Barry, Claire and Moira found themselves looking through the woods along with the police. Barry did not care that the Royal Canadian Mounted Police had wanted him to stay behind on this. He had used his seniority with the BSAA and luckily, somehow, the director got the RCMP to allow him to go along. they didn't admit it but it was obvious to all of the police officers who knew who Barry was that he was more experienced in combat than all of them combined and now that the official story on Raccoon City was out, more people knew about it.

He turned to Captain Edwin Baur as they raced through the forrest with both Claire and Moira calling out, "NATALIA!" There were K9 units searching as well and a police helicopter searching the woods. "Are you sure that the y said they saw a little girl with a red teddy bear?"

The Captain, a Caucasian with blondish red hair and a thin goatee and mustache standing at six foot five with blue eyes, a man of British and Franco Canadian ancestry as well as German, stated, "I'm positive, Barry. Caucasian girl dark hair brown eyes. White night gown red bear in a blue outfit. If you don't mind me saying, sir, isn't she alittle old to have a teddy bear? She's twelve, right?"

"Goddamn it, Ed, you don't know what that poor little girl has been through and besides she's Hungarian. Maybe they hold onto their childhood later than we do. God knows how fast kids grow up these days with their Iphones and internet...and she was traumatized. She lost her parents when she was just three years old."

Claire had overheard the argument too. "Yeah, no disrespect, officer but arrested development is normal after a trauma like that. She DID grow up too fast."

Moira held her Handgun in hand keeping it out of sight of the police officers. "Isn't it illegal to own a gun up here? Not that I'm complaining. I'm glad you overcame your fear..." Claire whispered.

Moira responded as she held the Beretta M93R, "It's illegal here to own a pistol with a barrel shorter than 10.5 centimeters here and it's illegal to have any kind of semi autos or modified handguns shotguns or assault rifles. Barry's exempt from this cause he's BSAA but technically, I'm not."

"It almost kinda makes you wonder why he chose to move you all out here...being an NRA member and all..it takes sixty days just to legally buy one and you need a third party reference..not as bad as the UK but still a lot less than the US."

"It's the last place Wesker would have expected I guess. Or maybe not..." Replied the short haired brunette. "All I know is I will put one between the eyes of any fucker that kidnapped Natalia!" Moira then added.

Polly chimed in, "Do you think we're going to find her...? They say the first 48 hours is critical..."

"Polly you gotta stop watching those fucking murder porn shows!"

"Why? It's the line of work dad was in..."

"Yeah but how does the First 48 and fucking Without A Trace and Cold Cases help here? Nobody reported seeing anybody take her."

Just then up ahead, the police dogs went crazy. They finally stopped at a tree near a clearing. There was a ripped white dress stained in blood. Natalia herself was not there but Barry was the first outside the police to see what they had found next to the ripped bloody dress. It was Lotty, or rather the new Lotty that they got Natalia when Barry adopted her. Lotty had sat on a shelf collecting dust for a year or two when she started to get too old to need a teddy bear yet Natalia had not been able to throw it away. It was still an attachment to her past. But now the plush bear doll was covered in blood too.

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And I feel that time's a wasted go

So where you goin' totomorrow?

And I see that these are lies to come

So would you even care?

And I feel it

And I feel it

Where ya goin' for tomorrow?

Where you goin' with the mask I found?

And I feel and I feel when the dogs begin to smell her

Will she smell alone?

And I feel so much depends on the weather

So is it raining in your bedroom?

And I see that these are the eyes of disarray

Would you even care?

And I feel it

And she feels it

Where ya goin' for tomorrow?

Where you goin' with the mask I found?

And I feel and I feel when the dogs begin to smell her

Will she smell alone?

When the dogs do find her

Got time, time to wait for tomorrow

To find it, to find it, to find it

When the dogs do find her

Got time, time, wait for tomorrow

To find it, to find it, to find it

Where you goin' for tomorrow?

Where you goin' with the mask I found?

And I feel and I feel when the dogs begin to smell her

Will she smell alone?

When the dogs do find her

Got time, time, wait for tomorrow

To find it, to find it, to find it

Got time, time, wait for tomorrow

To find it, to find it, to find it

To find it

To find it

To find it

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That's it for this chapter I hope you enjoyed. I have had my second lemon and a little Valenfield never hurt. I know that Leon and Ada and Carlos and Jake and Sherry and Helena didn't appear this chapter but they will next chapter. Anyway that bastard Raymond with his improbable haircut for a government agent has returned! Bahahaha.

So several of my OC's bit the dust. I know it was pretty cliche but at the same time I tried to make it emotional too. Billy was kind of harsh with Ray all though Ray's younger son is possibly alive but missing. It's just Billy is still traumatized having to shoot the woman he has been living with for years trying to start his new life. It's not that he has a problem with Ray personally but he kind of sees Ray as a symbol of that town esecially since his farm is on the land hat is part of the iconic location of such films as Stand By Me with the railroad scene which much like Moira and Claire had watched the actual movie, Billy had seen it long ago and picked out that town as a new place to start over. He sees Ray and his farm as embodying the entire town since it is rural and it is on probably the most famous location known to the outside world and he just now sees the life he built over the years as having been a lie because the outbreak stole it from him so he somewhat unfairly took it out on a dying Ray.

And Chris and his little conversation with Harrison...the thing is...Resident Evil unlike other games that can have fanfictions writen is not as OC friendly as other games but I still try and make compelling oc's here and there when I can. I have always said that RE Outbreak to me felt like an OC game.I mean everybody's ideas for a character is an OC anyway until it gets canonized right?

Anyway...Song of this chapter? Plush by Stone Temple Pilots which was also in the soundtrack for GTA San Andreas. That song is just too good i love it. Zilla 2000 praised my ability to have songs that fit the chapter title and theme of a chapter and he praised it with Rain On The Scarecrow but I think this time I outdid myself. Maybe that's just cause I like that song more. Plus the fact that Natalia had a teddy bear and there are such things as Plush teddy bears it practically wrote itself. Plus he song itself is actually about a murder in San Diego that Stone Temple Pilots were talking about in which a little girl was murdered and the search dogs found her. I mean sure the song is also about a relationship so it had a double meaning. In this case thugh you could take the mask as Natalia's face being a mask for Alex or even just that shedded bloody dress is a symbol of Natalia's innocence and her identity and now the mask is off. And since the dogs found her well there's that too. Plus the part about smellin lone as with the song it was saying did the little girl feel alone in her final moments it's a bleak subject yet a great song and yet it can also apply to Natalia because she could feel alone in her own body, because of Alex forcing her all the way out there and in her last moments of being herself at that point she was alone in that Barry, Moira, Claire and Polly and Barry's wife were not there.

Ok onto the lemon. With Chris and Jill for me it's always trickier to navigate how they should get together because to me they're more militarized and so they're all "Mission first" and outside of Jill being flirted with by Carlos and Jessica crushing on Chris we don't see a romantic side to either of them. They seem aromantic if anything. With Claire even if she might not have felt the same way for Stteve as he did her they seemed to have a chemistry and I saw more chemistry between them in CV than anything between Cris and Jill the entire fucking existance of Resident Evil. With Leon and Ada that's easy. Hell even if Leon and Claire got together I would believe it because they have normal feelings in a way the way civilians do. Chris and Jill are just very serious also. But it hasn't happened yet in the series so the best i could do was maybe imply that they had those conbversations off screen between games. It's the only way it makes sense. And if I could have them as sort of a friends with benefits but who love each other yet don't think they could have a real relationship, i could justify sweaty sex between the two same as I did with Leon and Ada even if it is way trickier.

And i'll admit that i kind of do like the way a woman's breasts smell and taste when they've got a trace of sweat there. i like the way their natural scent mixes with their soap or their perfume it's just lovely. All this time after the fact and my nose still remembers it lol. You can call me weird if you want lol. From my navel fetis to the fact that i also like the sight of a woman's bare back or hips and like just her sides too plus I like heir boob sweat smell lol. Even though many of them would probably be self conscious about it. Jill describing their thing as a warm wet hug well that wasn't all me that was from American Horror Story Asylum when the posessed nun rides a priest against his will. You have to admit though we all know Catholic priests a lot of them re chomos but you have to wonder why priests and nuns don't just fuck more instead too. They obviously dont give a shit about the celibacy vow since they're married to "Christ" their imaginary friend but at the same time, crazy me somehow i don't think getting with a consenting adult is as bad as corn holing a child.

Anyway, I liked that description cause it does feel that way. I once heard a gay man who had been with women before say it's like their twat is sucking you off. No it's not lol. I don't know what he's been smoking. Anyway, so I thought I'd have that flashback with Barry to sort of show too what happened with Natalia's vanishing but knowing Barry and how he still went to the island even after Claire said Moira was dead, he's a guy who doesn't give up that easily. And honestly, if you found blood and a dress you would think your daughter might be dead but without a body you would also consider she could be alive, right?

As for Josh, because he is a father, he was not able to kill the little girl in that instant will he freeze up again or will he step up to the plate? And the situation in Cottage Grove has just fallen to shit. But now Claire and Moira are out of there but Billy is not as lucky. And now Steve is back but what will role will he play in all of this especially in a post Wesker world?

And possible Josh/Sheva later on? Speaking of which, Sheva's guerilla past I always change it up in different Rez Eve stories like in The War Ends Now I had her as born on the border of Uganda and Sudan but in this case I'm gonna have it be that Sheva is bth Kenyan and South African that way I can justify her speaking Swahilli yet still tie her into South Africa because honestly that is the nation i would most assume she is from. Her guerlla days will be sort of her pos apartheid era childhood. You see the thing is, Kenyans do live in South Africa anyway and I figured if I had her be Kenyan and South African that would make for an interesting background. Like one of her parents would be a Kenyan who moved to South Africa. And while Josh was Nigerian in The War Ends Now Im not sure what he should be in this. maybe Kenyan but idk we never hear him speak Swahilli where as Sheva has Shuuja on her arm.

Anyway that's all for tuned. Till next time.