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(Oh yeah...I don't own Resident Evil except for my characters I make up!)

Chapter Two

It was now night, and there was already a quarantine step up around Derry's airport. In one of the tents, a lantern hung from the ceiling while two soldiers fought over what the next course of direction was. "Come on Angela! We can't do that" said the other solider.

"Well we were told to wait for the expert in this type of situation" Angela said. The male solider slammed his hand on table that separated the two solider. "What expert, how can you be an expert on something like this?" "I don't know, but we are going to wait Greg."

Angela looked at her partner she could tell that he wanted to get in there and help the survivors that were in there. The only reason they knew that there were even survivors was because there was two phone calls. Angela couldn't get the first call out of her head, "Please help…there are zombies in here. We need help please." Zombies the girl said that stuck in Angela's head even though Greg said, "what a lunatic."

"So someone is coming for us right?" Rani asks. Claire looked at Rebecca and Cynthia. Cynthia moved some of her red hair out of her eyes, she tried to hide the fact that she had been crying. Like Rebecca and Claire, Cynthia had been a Raccoon City survivor.

"Yeah we should, we've called for help" Claire said. But what kind of help would come for them, Claire wondered. Claire knew that Cynthia live out in Derry and was working at the local hospital as a doctor. Since Claire has never trusted Cynthia since they first met.

"Hi, I'm Cynthia. I'm a friend of Leon's. Hello Sherry" Cynthia said with a smile. Sherry had instantly recognized Cynthia, and greeted her with a hug. "Claire, this is Doctor Annabel. She worked with my parents," Sherry said.

Cynthia flashed Claire with a smile, trying to reassure her that she didn't mean any harm. "So you help case what we are fighting?" Claire asked her. "Yes, and I am sorry. I never meant for anything like this to happen." "You help put my brother out of a job!" "No! No I didn't. I was helping them. I was the informant. I was giving them the data they needed. I want Umbrella to go down. You think I am a bad guy, but I'm not."

"Claire, she is telling the truth. I've known her all of our childhood, her parents were scientists like Sherry's and it was just natural that she followed in their footsteps" Leon said. At that very second Claire realized that Leon's heart had belonged to someone else, and she would never have a chance.

Angela and Greg looked over and over at the blueprints of the airport trying to figure out what was the best course of action. "We have to go in, with all of our man. We need to get all those infected people back to safety," Greg said.

"No!" Both Angela and Greg turned to the voice coming from the front of the tent. "You aren't going to be able to save any of the infected." "And who do you think you are?" Greg asked. "I think he is the expert," Angela said. "My name is Leon S. Kennedy, and I'm your expert."

Leon stood at the doorway to the tent, and his dirty blonde hair was comb back so it wouldn't get in his eyes. He stood there with his leather jacket and blue jeans. Leon didn't look like a solider like Angela or Greg. "You're the expert?" Greg asked.

"I wish I wasn't. But I am. So whatever you have to do to understand that, then do it. 'Because otherwise you are going to useless to me" Leon said. "Now, let's listen to that police call."

Greg and Angela had walked over to a smaller table and hit play on the recorder and the tape started to play. "Help us! We are a few survivors locked in the VIP lounge in the airport. Help us we have a few injure survivors." To Leon that voice had sounded familiar; it was a voice he hadn't heard in a while. There was a break in the recording until the next voice. "Please help…there are zombies in here. We need help please. Please we won't let much longer, they knew we are in the room, please come and help!" That voice Leon knew very well, it was a voice he often tried to forget.

"Alright well let's take a look at those blueprints. We need to find the quickest way into the VIP lounge" Leon said.

"What makes you think that anyone is coming for us?" Senator Davis asked them. Cynthia, Rebecca and Claire all looked at each other. All of them had been in tougher situations, and they knew that they had to get out of this one. Cynthia sat on the floor in the lounge and she hid her face in her hands.

"Help me please!" someone called out. Immediately everyone in the room looked at each other. "We have to help them" Claire said first.

"Are you nuts? They could be bitten, we could die if we try to help them" Senator Davis said. Cynthia looked at Claire and she sighed. "He's right Claire. I want to help…but how do we know? They maybe bitten and they may not have turned yet," Cynthia tried to reason.

"This coming from the scientist who works on the virus" Claire said. Now Cynthia was on her feet and walked over to Claire. With all eyes on the two girls they didn't know what the other will do. "Like I knew that my research with Umbrella would ever led to this moment in our lives."

"So the news is right? You help kill all those people in Raccoon?" the flight stewardess asked. "I didn't know. It's your choice to believe me or not. But we can't be sure if anyone else out there isn't infected. Do you want to risk Rani's life?"

Claire stood there and looked at Rani. It had brought back memories of Sherry Birkin all those years ago. But the difference between these girls was Rani had no connection to what was happening, with Sherry her parents were tied in with Umbrella. Finally Rebecca stood up and she step in between Cynthia and Claire. "Alright, me and Claire will go out to check out the noise. Everyone else will stay in here."

Cynthia looked at Rebecca, "No…Becca. I won't be able to get these people out of here in case something happens to the both of you." Rebecca just smiled at her, "Don't worry Cynthia. I know you can handle it. If you could survive Umbrella, you can survive anything." Cynthia chuckled to herself at that remark. She then handed Rebecca the gun she had grabbed off the body. There weren't many bullets left in the gun. Rebecca had to make sure that every shot she took was dead-on, otherwise they wouldn't be getting back to their friends.