Jill crawled up the steep crest of sand that led off from the beach, lagging far behind the others, who were already walking along the suspicious dirt trail whose path led along and behind a large crag of rock jutting up from the otherwise grassy ground.

Leon was at the head of the group, leading the squad along the dirt path. He occasionally turned around to keep watch for any surprises. The others did the same, while Jill covered their rear.

Jill checked her machine gun quietly. It was cold, efficient, and deadly. Just like...Wesker. He had been dead for at least six months now. Six months ago, she had been released from her prison. Her own body. She was trapped for three years before that, unable to do anything but watch as she had killed dozens of people. She wasn't in control, but... oh god... she was still aware. She could feel the blood splatter, the bones crunch. She would forever be grateful to Chris for releasing her from her torment.

Leon held up his hand for the group to stop. There was a sign up ahead, and beyond it, a small town. There was no one to be seen in the mist that covered the town. The sun shone on Leon's sniper rifle, making it gleam brilliantly. He signaled for the others to take out their weapons as well.

How many?, Chris signed. Leon held up two fingers, and then one. Twenty one. We can take them. Carlos signed.

The group split up. Chris and Jill took a path that branched off to the side, while Leon and Claire took up a sniping post on the hill. Carlos moved towards the town on the main path, his assault rifle pointed forward. He came to the wooden bridge that crossed the gap between the town and the rest of the island. Slowly, carefully, Carlos moved across the bridge in such a way as to not make the boards creak. He stepped on a rotten board and it snapped in two, knocking Carlos off balance. He jumped the rest of the way across the bridge as the moans of the undead filled the misty air.

"Damn it," Leon said silently. He and Claire lay side by side, on top of the high crest of the hill. He had watched the action unfold from there, and he wasn't pleased. He spotted a zombie near Carlos, and promptly turned his head into a burst of unrefined gore. Claire did the same, and other gunshots joined them. Carlos began firing indiscriminately at the crowd,sending some of them back to the grave.

Chris and Jill turned the corner into the side path of the wooden town. It reminded him of Kijuju. And Sheva. He shook his head as he took cover behind the corner of a fruit shop. Sheva's dead. No use thinking about her now. You have Jill, right? Chrs looked around to reassure himself that she was there. Suddenly, an infected villager with a seriously decayed face and grey skin rushed at him, veins pulsing in its face. It knocked him to the ground, and pinned him there. Chris tried to push it off, and found that this one was stronger than most. It's gaping mouth was wide open, lusting for Chris' flesh and bone. Chris shouted at it as he desperately struggled to get free of its iron grip. "Get the FU-." His words were cut short by two gunshots and the subsequent pair of impact noises. The zombie collapsed to the ground . Chris looked up. It was Jill.

They stared at each other for a few minutes before Jill finally said, "Are you going to get up, or are we just going to stand here gawking at each other?" Jill helped Chris up and they both moved towards the gunshots.

Chris put his bag down on a nearby crate and zipped it open. There lay a minigun. He grabbed it quickly, and pulled the trigger a couple of times. The barrels spun. "Oh, yeah. This is good."

Chris pulled a smaller bag out and fed the ammo belt from it into the gun. He heaved the gun off the crate and pulled the ammo sack around his shoulders. "Game time," He enunciated.

Meanwhile, Carlos had run into a building and sealed off the door. He grabbed a box of ammo from underneath a table and snapped it into his gun. He pulled back the charging handle, and aimed out the window. Just as he was about to pull the trigger, Chris came around the corner of two adjacent buildings, and began firing this massive beast of a gun. He tore into the undead, reducing their bodies to gibs and blood. Chris screamed as the bullets riddled the crowd of the undead.

He stood in the middle of the corpse-strewn town, panting for air as he examined the bodies of his enemies. Carlos kicked down the door of the house, and Leon and Claire walked up from behind.

The five of them stood in silence, then Leon spoke, "Let's use this place as a base of operations. With our luck, there's more of them out there, and they won't be as easy to kill as these. Claire, clear out a pit so we can heap the bodies there and burn them. Chris will help keep watch here. Me, Carlos and Jill will look in the other houses for supplies and a good place to fortify ourselves in. We'll call you when we're done."

The others complied and did what was commanded of them. Jill tapped Leon on the shoulder as they were moving away from Chris and Claire.

"This is an atracioty. These people were living in this town because of Umbrella. They had ideal lives, and they took it away from them in a second. They saw us coming. The infection was still fresh. They know we're here."

Leon craned his neck around to look at Jill. He spoke to her in a calming voice, "We have been through these types of things before. All we have to do is wait seven days for rescue, and destroy this base with what we have. Where ever it is."

The man chuckled at his monitor. "It's going to be a lot more complicated than that, my subjects. You will help me, willingly or unwillingly."

He placed the battery cell he had been lugging along onto the chair beside him.

"I will find what I'm looking for."

Oh noes! A mysterious man!

Who could it be? Someone important?

Find out next time!

Thanks for the R&R. Keep it up, friends!