So far, things were looking pretty bad for Ada Wong.

Every since she left for Raccoon City to start her first day as a police officer, things just continued to spiral closer and closer to hell itself. Then again, she didn't start out too great either. Breaking up with her girlfriend over what would likely become a petty agreement later down the line and then feeling uncomfortably lonely the whole drive. She even felt the urge to stop by one of the liquor stores and get herself a little drink on the way, but she was already a whole day late and arriving drunk would make things that much worse.

Oh, if only she knew what she was headed into.

Though, it was a good idea to avoid any drinking. She'd thank her past self for that.

"Damnit!" She hissed as she nearly avoided yet another zombie, her heart pounding in her chest with every step she took. It had been a little while since she met Claire Redfield, a sparky girl to say the least. Not someone Ada would've find herself getting along with, honestly, but the apocalypse did that to people. Claire was nice enough, anyway. She was focused and had a strength about her that Ada had to respect. It was something they both had in common.

Another bullet into a zombie's head and the thing slumped to the floor, it's brain bursting and sending gore everywhere but she was already covered in the stuff and couldn't care less about it. It had been gross at first, and it still was, but her only focus was on survival now. She had to find a way out of the RPD and get whatever survivors she could find to safety. That was her job a cop.

"Who built this place?" She muttered to herself as she checked down along long hall. She was in some kind of...sub level area. What police station had so many underground passages, she had no idea, but it was the only place she could go at the moment. Without any of those fancy keys, she was pretty limited on where she could and couldn't wander.

The hall led to a dead end and she nearly turned back there, but then she caught a flash of metal and saw a ladder leading upward. With a sigh of relief, she tucked away her gun for a moment and grabbed the closest rung, pulling herself up. She took careful steps but didn't wait long enough for anything to come up behind her. Going slow was a mistake she wouldn't recover from.

Pushing up the lid of the manhole, Ada managed to get it up and over without too much strain. She stayed on the ladder for a second longer, searching the area for any signs of a threat but continued up once she saw and heard nothing. Finally, she had made it to the parking lot, judging by all of the various cars and the metal gate covering the entrance.

"Let's just hope there's a way to get it open." She whispered to herself as she walked toward the only exit. There was a monitor on the right hand side and she took a step toward it, her hopes washing away once she realized what it was. The panel required a key card. "Really? You guys have to lock every thing around here?" She let out another sigh and grabbed up her gun again. Well, back into hell it was, then. She'd probably be able to find it closer toward-

There was a sick growl behind her and Ada's entire body stiffened. It didn't sound like one of the zombies, but it was too familiar to be comforting. If humans could get infected, then of course an animal could as well.

She turned and say a snarling dog stepping toward her, it's teeth bared and dripping with blood. It had patches were it's black fur -and the skin underneath as well- had been ripped away. It's eyes were white and dangerous, looking at her like it would snap at any moment. And it did.

She let out a single shot from her gun before the dog jumped onto her, snarling and growling and barking into her face. It's snout snapped over her over and over, trying to tear at anything it could sink it's teeth into. Ada let out a grunt as they both hit the ground and her heart began to hammer as she realized that the only thing keeping her alive was the tight grip she held on it's neck, pushing it just far enough away that it couldn't quite reach her face.

Her gun had fallen away to her side but when she tried to reach it, her fingers just barely didn't make it and she let out another grunt as the dog got dangerously close with one of it's attempted bites. Her hands returned to the beast's neck and she tried to turn them over, but her feet kept slipping. Over six months of training couldn't have prepared her for this.

A shot rang out and Ada felt the backlash through the dog's entire body. It stopped it's snapping and fell to the side with the aid of her hands. She panted hard and sat up enough to look in the direction the shot had come from but only darkness met her. She trained her eyes and just barely made out a figure. Who...

"To your left!" A bold voice shouted from the same direction but she didn't have time to think on it. Ada was already picking up her gun and firing a bullet of her own into the dog's head, finally putting it down. Her breathes continued to come out labored and heavy, like her lungs just couldn't get enough to fill them completely. Her heard pulsed quickly but her mind stayed sharp as she looked back toward the figure.

They stepped out of the darkness. She raised her gun on instinct, almost expecting another freak of nature but another gun returned the gesture.

The person -a man looking to be in his mid twenties- walked out from the shadows, the barrel of his gun staying on Ada as the two stared each other down. She couldn't quite see his eyes from the way his bangs covered over half of his face, but something about him seemed...different. He wasn't dressed like some civilian. He had gear on him.

He worse black combat pants with a matching colored shirt. The brown jacket on top of it all was surprisingly clean for what he had likely been passing through. There wasn't a single sign of decayed flesh or brain matter on him. It was strange seeing someone so put together after hours of nothing but the undead.

"Who are you?" She asked skeptically, her eyes narrowing as she tried to figure out where he could be from. If he wasn't a civilian, then he was either foreign to the city or...well, anything else, really.

He looked her over for a moment, his head tilting slightly. "I could ask you the same thing. You're a cop, right?"

Ada hesitated, wondering why he'd ask such an obvious question. She ended up nodding anyway, making the big letters on her vest more visible.

That seemed to satisfy him, because he put his gun down and showed off a golden badge. "FBI. The name's Leon Kennedy." The sudden declaration caught Ada off guard for a moment, but she snapped back into herself and lowered her own weapon. As she took a moment to stand, fully intending to get some answers out of him. But then he started speaking again. "There aren't other survivors around here, so I'd suggest you get out of the city. While you have the chance."

"Trust me, I'd like to get out of here, but I need a key card to open the gate and..." She took a moment to look over his pockets. "You wouldn't happen to have it on you, right?" If she could get the card from him now, then it'd save her hours of wandering around the infected halls.

"Sadly, I don't." And he seemed genuinely sorry about it too. "Maybe you can find another way out, but whatever you do, just don't wait around for others. I know you cops all like to play hero but this really isn't the place to be self-sacrificing."

Ada frowned at the accusation. "Excuse me?" Just because she was a cop didn't mean she was going around looking to get herself killed. Honestly, she probably would've turned right around and taken both her and Claire out of the city if it hadn't been for that truck. Whoever Claire's brother was had already gotten out a long while ago too, based on a note she found in the S.T.A.R.S. office.

The man -Leon- shook his head and tucked his badge away, the gun now raised close to his shoulder as he moved forward. Before he could get too far, Ada was stepping forward. "Wait a second!" She called to him and he didn't even stop. "Hey, wait! What's going on here! You're FBI, so you've got answers, right?"

"You don't have the authority to know that." Was Leon's only response as he pushed his way through a door, letting it fall closed behind him. Ada marched after him, already opening her mouth for another question but as she pushed her way into that same hall, she stopped short. It was empty. Hadn't he just...he just went into this hall. Where could he have gone?

"Great." She grumbles, her gun held high as she moved forward. "I guess I really do have to go looking around for a stupid key card."


The jails were somehow even worse than the upper levels of the police station. There were the same number of zombies, but the halls felt tighter and there were a lot of twisting halls that she easily lost herself in. At one point, she found more cages with those dogs and practically sprinted out of the room, hoping the cages would stay shut.

Finally, after a tiring while of searching, she ran into another living person.

"Hello?" He asked as she stepped closer, her shoulders visibly dropping some of the tension that's been keeping them tense.

"Hello." She greeted, her eyes scanning the whole room -it looked like just another jail cell- before landing on him. This man was fairly clean as well, though, that was probably due to the fact he was currently locked behind bars. Her eyes landed on the card hanging from his neck. Possibly an ID? He didn't look armed either, but she kept her guard up.

"I don't believe it." There was a laugh in his tone. "A real human." His smile was wide as he stood and leaned against the bars. It was almost casual, which felt strange in this situation. "Hello there, human."

She stopped on the other side of the bars as a new question rose in her mind. "Have you been here this whole time?" When had the zombies started showing up? And why was he the only prisoner that wasn't infected? She couldn't imagine just leaving someone in a cell like this.

"Just about. Are we the last ones alive?" He sounded a little too happy with that comment. She couldn't decide if he was being conversational or trying to get at something.

Her mind turned to Claire and Marvin. And then Leon. "No, there're a few others."

"Well, that's good I guess." I guess? Why did he sound like it he didn't like that answer? "Unless, of course, Irons sent you."

There it was. The breaking point she had been waiting for. "Irons?" She asked, her eyes sweeping over him once again to ensure he wasn't armed. "What about Chief Irons?" Sure, he was in a jail cell and probably wouldn't want to meet with the Chief, but this felt a little too personal for her taste.

"He's the bastard that locked me in here." His tone turned defensive now, the paranoia playing on him openly. "Shoved me in here just before I could blow the whistle on his dirty ass." He took a drag from the cigarettes in his mouth before flicking it away. "I guess I'd have done the same thing, too." His gaze flicked everywhere at once, seemingly both casual and anxious at the same time. Ada wasn't sure what to do with that.

The door down the hall squeaked, drawing both of their attention. No threat came running down toward them just yet, but she didn't let her gaze leave the area just yet.

"Hey," He called, "I'll make you a deal. Unlock the cell and I'll give you this." Ada risked turning away from the sound and looked at the card he held up. Now that he was closer, she could see that it was exactly what she needed. A key card. But she hesitated as their gazes met again. "There's no other way out of that parking garage, believe me."

She wasn't sure what to do. Whoever this man was, he had dangerous information on the Chief and there wasn't enough of a picture for here to guess who was in the right. Although a part of her wanted to believe that Chief Irons was innocent of whatever this man had on him, she also knew she couldn't always trust her superiors to be good people. Especially since she'd never even met him.

The door down the hall squeaked again and the man was getting more anxious, his gaze flicking between her and the hall ever so often. "We're both prisoners here, so either we get along or-"

Another squeak and this time, the man took a full step back, his eyes staying on the hall. It made Ada anxious from the anticipation.

"Shit. It's coming."

"Wait, what? What's coming?" Did he know something about the infected? Maybe it would be a good idea to let him out. If she could convince him to work with her-

"Come on." He started backing up to the opposite wall. "You need this! Just get me the fuck out of here!"

Before she could even think to respond, a hand burst out from the wall and Ada flinched back. It was huge and covered in black leather. It was also grabbing onto the man's head, dragging him upward and with a sick pop, blood splattered the walls. The man's screams stopped and Ada gaped at the scene in horror.

"Holy sh..." She felt sick just looking at the caved mess that had come from the man's skull, but she couldn't look away. His eye... "Shit."

There were footsteps, she could just barely heard them past the pump of her heart. It shook her out of her head enough to turn back to the hall, gun raised and ready to shoot any attacker.

"Put the gun down, it's me." Leon stepped into the light. Her shoulders dropped with relief. He turned to the cell and she suddenly felt horribly guilty.

"I couldn't...it was so fast, I didn't have time to..." She couldn't seem to get the words out in a way that made sense. Shame washed over her in waves as she looked back to the man. Why hadn't she shot the hand before it killed him? She was right there. Now another survivor was dead, a survivor that could've helped her learn what the fuck was going on.

Leon suddenly turned to her, his eyes intense but not angry like she feared. "You don't listen very well. I told you to get out of here, didn't I? Do you really want to end up like Ben here?"

"Wait, you knew each other?" The guilt faded into confusion. She was always confused it seemed.

"Kind of." Leon grimaced as he turned back around, looking too calm for someone who was see such a grotesque dead body. "He was an informant for my investigation. I would've liked him alive..." He let out a sigh and just turned away, still too calm.

Ada almost felt hurt on Ben's behalf. "Hey, wait!" She grabbed onto Leon's jacket. "You can't leave me in the dark like this."

He easily shook out of her hand, looking almost offended, but his gaze softened into...well, she wasn't sure what that look was. He shifted his weight between his feet for a moment, looking her over before he responded. "Listen, ma'am-"

"Ada." She interrupted.

He hesitated again before continuing. "Ada. This whole investigation is way above your pay grade. Get out while you still can, alright?" Again, he seemed so genuine yet closed off at the same time. "But...just find a way out and then we'll talk, okay?"

With that, Leon was gone again and Ada wasn't sure what exactly to make of this FBI agent, but she knew that she was going to get those answers.


I was going to do more for this chapter but decided to make this a multi-chapter thing instead! I won't get everything, but I'll touch on the most important parts. It won't differ too much from the original content wise, but I like to see how Ada's personality would differ from Leon's as a cop. I think the most differences will come when it's just Leon and Ada, but you'll have to wait for that bit. Until next time!