Eleven

Piers

The air was growing thick around the terrorist. He found himself inhaling the blue smoke from the C-Virus he was now immune to. Giving him super-human strength...his arm back. Piers was taking in the carnage around him, cries of terror turning into gargles of the undead. Piers found himself running to an apartment complex, not far from Times Square. His body was exhausted from trying to fight the drug that Carla had given him to follow her orders...the more he fought, the more his muscles ached. He knew that quarantine and B.S.A.A. will be here soon. The apartment building was oddly silent compared to the chaos just outside. The building itself was modern and pristine. Clearly for the upper class citizen. Turning the corner, the male made it up the steps, rather than the elevator. The power will be going out soon. He walked in the first room he saw closing the door behind him. Empty. Great. He pulled his communicator out of his utility pocket and called Carla.

"The deed is done bitch." was all he said. Carla gave a deep, menacing laugh. She flipped her blond hair and winked into the camera sensually.

"I'll be sending a chopper for you. Send me your coordinates."

Piers hung up. He did just what she said. The male looked around the room and decided to make himself comfortable, feeling his leg muscles literally burning... needing the moment to collect his thoughts. He opted to just lay on the floor, staring at the pristine white ceiling. It reminded him back at Carla's hideout, spending hours doing just the same. Chris...he'd definitely find out about this.

Chris

The male sat anxiously in his office with Jill. He was tapping his pen in a steady tempo. Yes, happy to see her...been awhile..but these incidents were unsettling. Plus...the silhouette of Piers on the camera footage...His old partner had opted to stay in West Africa's B.S.A.A Branch, after the Kijuju incident. She came to see him as soon as she heard of Piers' passing. Unfortunately, she was busy with work.

"Chris... calm down." was all Jill said. She was more collected rather than her counterpart.

Chris stood, walking across his office to the board with the picture of the familiar silhouette, he stared at it absently, "I missed you..." was all he said.

"I missed you more." Jill stood up, walking up behind her partner. She trailed nimble fingers, carefully down his back. The female wrapped her arms around his torso giving him a warm embrace. The pair had seemed to melt into one other. Closing their eyes and the noise in the room seemingly ceased. Losing track where their own body ended and the other's began. The two felt so safe and comfortable in this moment, like a perfect dream. No worries no fears...just a serene feeling. Jill was taking in Chris' scent from his back, he being a lot taller than her always. She remembered he used to pick fun at her for it. Neither wanted Jill to let go of him but she had to. There was work to be done. A reason as to why Chris asked her to help him with this.

"So, what's the real reason you wanted me to help you. I know you're finished with the initial grievance of Piers." Jill crossed her arms.

Chris turned around, pointing to the same photo he had been staring at for the longest. "Piers. He's alive."

Jill looked at him, mouth agape. "Chris..you said it yourself he's dead. Died in an explosion."

"He was infected with the C-Virus before he died... I think he's alive.. yeah I didn't put that in my report, I purposefully didn't write it down because I wanted his legacy to be heroic if he was actually dead..." a pause, "this is his silhouette." Chris pointed to the photo again.

"Okay, so lets say he's alive. How are we sure he's not evil now?" Jill placed a finger on her lips.

"Jill... you're one to talk. I saved you...you were working for Wesker and you're just fine now. How could you?" Chris' voice was slightly raised. He was irritable and tired. No sleep. Day two.

"Okay sleepyhead, I'll help you." was all she said, the female made her way to the door way of his office stopping briefly in her tracks, "Do you still like your coffee, two and two?" Chris grinned gently, and nodded. Jill quietly left.

Sonya

The female was observing individual interviews through a window. She heard everything through speakers. The victims did not know their interviews were recorded and being watched. Each survivor from Nevada was taken in the room one by one and was questioned about how the outbreak occurred. A small yawn escaped her full lips, and she was getting a little bored. This was the last interview of five. Leon soon appeared back with her cup of green tea with honey and lemon. Her favorite. The two once had a childish argument on which was better. Tea or coffee. Sonya argued that tea is healthier and just overall tastier rather than bitter coffee. Leon thinks tea is "bougie" in the urban dictionary sense of the word. Saying it's weak water. One of many debates between the two.

"Thank you sweetie." Leon gave a soft and tired smile, as he took a sip of his coffee. He likes it black.

"So what did this one say?" he took another sip.

"She stated that she was on security duty...she was asleep on the job unfortunately. By the time she had awakened it was too late... she seen a male with lean physic with a little muscle She could identify his if she had a picture." Sonya took a sip. Leon nodded. Afterwards the lady was let loose. Sherry came out the room after her and gave a weak smile to both Leon and Sonya. She was the one asking all the questions.

"I didn't learn much. This case is going to hit a stalemate because she can't remember his features unless she sees a picture." Leon handed Sherry his flash drive, with all the information he mustered from Area 51.

"I hope this helps." He placed a hand in his coat pocket, and another sip of his coffee. Sherry smiled.

"Does it have the security footage on it we need?"

"I think. Give the survivor a day or so to collect herself and call her back in for further questioning. It should give you some time to look through all the files." Sherry nodded.

Sonya looked to Sherry and smiled. She recalls when she had first met her. It was such a long time ago.. just after the events in Spain. Leon had introduced the two and they hit it off perfectly. That was also when she had met Claire. She was like a sister to Leon, and so was Sherry. Sherry has grown into a fine young lady in Sonya's eyes. Physically and mentally.

"What?" Sherry gave a sleepy smile.

Sonya walked to Sherry, giving her a kiss on the forehead, she had a maternal instinct for her, "Nothing kid. Get some rest okay? Goodnight. Leon and I will be back late afternoon."

"Okay."

Sonya had walked into their hotel room silently. That maternal instinct-Leon had followed after her knowing what she was thinking without speaking at all. She was still grieving... he was too. The male stayed strong for them both. The loss of a child cannot be described with words or even actions. The only thing that is known; the the love itself never dies. There's never a day, hour or moment the pair doesn't think of their unborn child. One loves their child unconditionally and there's an unbroken bond between mother and child. It's an affliction that will last a lifetime unfortunately. As the seasons passed and holidays it never gets easier for bereaved parents. It's just something you have to push through and put a brave face on. The female had felt hot tears flow down her face that just wouldn't stop, Leon pulled her into his arms and just held onto her. It was going to be one of those nights.

"What do you think our little bean was going to be like?" she whispered into his chest. It was weak. Everything Sonya wasn't.

"Like you. Our little bean would have been just like you, I know it." Leon said calmly. He guided her to the bed so she could sit, her feet flat on the floor. The male crouched down in front of her and looked up at her. He pulled the sonogram photo out of his wallet, unfolding his copy. Always keeping it on his person. They looked at the photo quietly, not saying a word. Some time passed.

"I wish we could have met our bean at least.."

"Me too baby...me too.." A lonely tear fell down Leon's face. Keeping himself strong like always... for them both.

Avery

The female had walked back to her room and found Ivy at her kitchen counter eating an apple, and typing on her computer. She was wearing her glasses, hoody and sweat pants. Lounge wear. She was beautiful nonetheless in Avery's eyes.

"I'm back." was all Avery said, her voice even.

"Jesus! I couldn't sleep. It's so late, three in the morning no less!" Ivy ran up and gave her a hug. Avery stumbled awkwardly and grinned.

"Get some rest darling." Avery was looking down at Ivy, she was slightly taller, holding her waist.

"Not until you do."

"I have a deadline to make. All nighters are a usual thing for me." A small laugh at the end.

Avery took her boots off and stripped off her tactical vest and first layer of clothing. She was left in her tank top and boy briefs. Ivy began to blush and look the other direction, modest as always to other people's privacy.

"U-um, Avery.."

"Yeah, I'm heading to the shower, wanna join~?" Avery joked. Ivy turned red, looking in the other direction.

"I'd have to decline on that offer sadly." But, boy did she want to. "The deadline remember?"

Avery smiled, closing the bathroom door.

Author's Note Please Read: hi, hi :) okay so boom , I'm proud of this chapter. I know my story is currently all over the place but everything (hopefully) will make sense by the end. My chapters are short I know, but that's how it is . I don't have it in me to make long ones XD. I think my writing style has gotten a little better (maybe) . I know re-reading my beginning chapters I have to re-write them because some errors. All re-writes will be done once this story is finished. Okay , okay, I'm done talking your ears off, please Review, favorite and follow. No review doesn't go unnoticed trust me . Thank you. :)