Author's Note: Sooo sorry for the delay in updates. My new computer decided to hate me and the demo on my Microsoft Word went out. Therefore, I couldn't write. At all. It was a rather painful two weeks, let me tell you. But! Have no fear! I have a new Word now, so everything will be updated normally again. This chapter is the longest so far, and I sort of like it, a bit. Thanks to: Gotta Dance 88 Lex, and TitansFan18 for their reviews. Reviews are like heroine, feed the addiction.
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Chapter Three
Kit followed close behind JD as he quickly navigated through the halls at a slight crouch. Neither one had spoken since they had started off but Kit was fine with the lack of sound. Just as long as this man didn't leave her behind for 'her own good', or some other sort of bullshit, Kit was fine with her situation. She highly doubted that even if Jeremy showed up that he would be any matched for the nice big gun that JD was carrying. Staying with JD was probably her safest bet on not only getting out of the Hive alive, but as finding out what the hell had happened.
Silence hung over the entire floor and Kit wondered where JD was leading them. She had been hoping that he was the only one sent to find out what had happened, but now Kit was unsure. There was an ear bud hanging down her his vest and a team emblem batch on his shoulder. Maybe, somewhere in the Hive was an entire team waiting for JD and, now, Kit. One man, Kit could handle, but an entire outfit of them? That was another problem. More than likely, they would find the first way out and send Kit packing.
The thought made her stomach uneasy.
A door slammed shut somewhere and JD stopped abruptly and crouched down. He turned back to a somewhat frightened Kit with a finger to his lips. She nodded her head and took a step back as he edged around the corner with his gun up. Kit waited with bated breath for the sounds of gun fire or screams as JD was over taken by Jeremy.
"What the hell, JD!" a voice shouted angrily.
Kit opened her eyes and let out a sigh of relief that went unnoticed by JD.
JD shook his head with a laugh and let his gun fall down to his side. He turned to Kit, who looked confused, and motioned her forward. Kit hesitated, remembering the last time she had met anyone other than JD in the Hive. Another run in with someone like Jeremy was not what she was wanting.
"C'mon kid," JD said not unkindly. Kit took a step forward towards him but stopped when footsteps came down the short hallway and a woman's face appeared in front of JD. She had dark skin, long brown hair pulled up, and was dressed much the same as JD. The name patch on her uniform informed Kit that this new woman's name was Rain.
Rain looked Kit over quickly, taking in her holey jeans, blood smeared Classic Crime shirt, and worn down red converse. Kit could only imagine how she looked but didn't look away from Rain's stare. Rain gave a shrug and turned back to JD, leaving Kit confused.
"You found a survivor?" Rain questioned JD, a bit surprised.
"Found her wandering around the offices," he explained. "She doesn't seem to be affected at all from the attack."
Kit perked her head up. Attack? "What attack?" So she had been right, someone had been trying to end the Hive. Who and why, Kit didn't have a clue. But anything was better than nothing.
Rain and JD looked at each other before both shook their heads in unison. "We'll explain everything later," Rain promised in a slow voice that told Kit they didn't plan on telling her anything.
"We need to get back to the team now," JD added quickly at the slight of Kit ready to protest. "They're going to think we got eaten by zombies or something."
Kit said nothing about the irony of JD's unknowing statement as she fell in behind a bickering JD and Rain. She didn't think either of them would believe her anyways. If it weren't for the bite mark on her hand, which was still slowly bleeding, Kit wouldn't believe it herself.
Zombies didn't exist.
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The three walked in silence the rest of the way back to where the rest of their team was waiting for them. Kit watched as the two commandos interacted and was almost immediately reminded of her mother and uncle while he was still alive. They had always been fighting over the smallest of things, despite the fact that both of them were fully grown adults, nearing the ripe ages of forty. It had always been a favorite of Kit's, watching her mother act like a complete child while fighting her brother, Markus, for the television remote.
Of course, that had been when Kit was almost twelve and before Markus had died of lung cancer. His decades of smoking had finally caught up with him and had cost him his life at a young age. Only a few months later, Emmy had taken the job with Umbrella and Kit had moved underground.
Still, those memories of Uncle Mark and her mother would always be something Kit kept close at heart. Especially since neither of the adults in the memories were alive any more.
"What's your name?" Rain's voice cut through Kit's memories and brought her back to the present with a jolt.
Kit looked up to see both Rain and JD looking back at her expectantly while they continued to walk. "Kit," she said finally, "Kit Steward."
Rain nodded and JD shot her a grin. "I like Mary better."
Kit let out a short laugh and shook her head. "Sorry to disappoint."
"What're you doing down here," Rain asked, and Kit had the slight feeling that she was being interrogated to some extent.
"My mom was a scientist for Umbrella. We lived down here," she answered a bit softer. "I was at school when it happened."
"Was?" JD inquired, though Kit guessed it was to try and keep her in the dark as to what had happened. They were trying to keep the truth away from her as much as they could.
Kit gave an almost sarcastic snort. "You see anyone else alive down here?"
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Neither commando said anything further to Kit after her question. They both knew the truth; no one else would likely be found. The only reason Kit was the only survivor either had found was because she hadn't been there when the 'attack' had been issued. Instead, she had come home unknowingly to a dead place that in around two hours time would be closed for good.
Kit thought of where she was going to go when all this was over. She didn't have any family left. Mark hadn't been married before he died, never wanting to be tied down by a family, and Emmy didn't have anymore siblings. Kit's grandparents had died in a car crash when she had been only five, leaving her with no other known family members. Emmy had never mentioned Kit's father either, so that wasn't even an option.
Like a brick falling on her head, Kit realized her situation.
She was alone.
"Oh, goody," Kit muttered to herself sarcastically.
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It didn't take long for the three stragglers to meet up with the rest of their team. There were about eight people, seemingly waiting for Rain and JD, standing in front of a flooded lab. Thankfully, it didn't happen to be her mother's lab, but as Kit searched through the murky water a body floated into view.
"Jennifer," Kit mumbled softly. JD looked back at her and followed her line of vision to the body. He gently patted her on the shoulder sympathetically. Kit looked up and he gave her an encouraging smile before moving up to where what looked like his commanding officer was waiting for him.
Kit was surprised at the small sight of them; she had been expecting at least a dozen of them. Though, not as surprised as they were to see her.
"Survivor?" a tall, black man questioned in surprise.
JD nodded his head. "Yes, sir. Her name's Kit Steward. Her mother was a scientist down here."
Kit didn't listen much further as JD conversed with his commanding officer and looked at the other people making up his team. Standing a bit further away from the uniformed men and nurse, were two men and a woman. All three looked to be civilians, dressed casually. Kit wondered what they were doing with the group of trained, armed commandos. She didn't have much time to ponder upon it before the man that had asked about her yelled for them to start moving.
JD came up beside her and walked with her as they continued to walk.
"She had a family, you know," Kit said finally, still staring ahead of her. "Jennifer."
JD looked over at her with sympathy, not knowing what to say. What do you say to a girl who's just lost everything and is forced to walk through a place filled with the dead bodies of her friends?
"Her sister just had a baby last month," Kit continued, not at all phased by JD's lack of talk. "Kendalh Lynn Fraixer. Cutest thing I've ever seen, pictures were amazing," She gave a smile. "Jen was going to go and see her for the first time next week. Took off an entire two weeks just so she could stay and help her sister," Kit gave a heavy laugh and wiped away a stray tear with her injured hand. "Wouldn't stop talking about it."
Kit fell into silence for a few minutes and JD just walked along beside her quietly, still unable to think of a way to comfort her. He glanced down at her hands and nearly smacked himself for not noticing. "What happened to your hand?"
A dry laugh escaped Kit's lips. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."
JD didn't say anything to the younger girl while she rewrapped the bite tighter. He made a note to have the nurse check it when they stopped.
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Kit looked back to where the three civilians were lagging behind. She looked to where JD was now talking with Rain and stopped walking. As the three adults grew nearer Kit thought she recognized one of them but shook her head. Lots of people look alike, but that doesn't mean you know them.
The woman looked at Kit in confusion but said nothing when she fell into step with them.
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JD looked around him in confusion, looking for Kit, but looked back to find the girl deep in conversation with the security guard they had picked up at the mansion. Kit laughed at something the woman said and JD let out a relieved sigh. It wasn't that he didn't like the kid, in fact, in the short half hour he had been with Kit, he had felt the need to protect her. Like an older brother.
But he also had his duty to his team. That meant not worrying every other second where Mary was. If he wanted to get either one of them out of the Hive alive, he needed to be able to focus on the mission at hand.
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