A/N : Chapter One. Zoey and the survivors met two infected look alikes.


Chapter One

Laura's sharp fingers sliced the Infected's head. While her claws weren't long enough to cut all the way through it was longer than the average Infected, and so much more durable. She could feel the difference between the skin, bone, and brain. The wasn't as soft as she expected. It was-

"Two hours left." Chris's voice reminded through the earpiece. "Head on back you two." Laura immediately tapped her ear piece on with a knuckle –last time she used her fingers she stabbed right through it and almost killed herself.

"Roger. Naliyah and I and heading to evac now." Laura turned off her earpiece. Through the corpse of Infected Naliyah easily stood out, using her bladed shin guards and chopping the Infected in half. "Alright Hunter, you heard Chris."

"Ugh!" Naliyah let out a groan. Well more like a growl, "I don't want to go back!! More test equals more shit!" She easily thrust kick the last Infected to the floor. Her bare feet coming up and curb stomping it's head open. It looked cool, really cool. Like one of those movies or video games.

"Nice move but that counts as one kill."

"Pfft! Fine. I'm still winning." Naliyah scoffed. Laura rolled her red eyes. Her claws easily dug into the wall and she quickly climbed it to the rooftop. Naliyah, being the Resivil Hunter, easily jumped to the roof. "You know, I don't understand why your so calm. Aren't you mad with all the test they run on us?"

Laura paused, lightly tapping her sharp fingers on her delicate chin.

After an… unfortunate accident during a mission they were going to die. They agreed to be apart of Tricell's experiment. They live, and Tricell gains two more test subjects. Win-win? More like Master-Slave. Their life outside of missions are very closely monitored. Constant test, regulated diet, locked in a secluded building. Though at the very least they looked... normal. No giant warts or tumors like Infected Boomers and Smokers. Nice smooth, but pale skin with certain side effects.

For Naliyah it was the Infected Hunter enhanced lower body strength and sonar like senses.

For herself… Laura looked at her longs fingers. Not as long as the Infected Witch, not as sharp but still obviously Witch. She couldn't do any normal things like she used too. She can't dial a phone without breaking it. Can't read a book without shredding it. Getting dressed was the most difficult task of the day and often needed someone else's help…

The world crumbled around her. She wasn't like Naliyah. Not anymore. There was a reason they were more weary of her. She was a freak. A monster.

"Shh… Ssshh! Laura. Don't cry." Laura only brushed the hand off and continued wailing. She didn't even notice she was on her knees. She just felt her heart squeeze, like Raccoon City all over again. "Laura, sissy! This isn't the time to break down-"

"RAAWR!" The ground pounded, shaking by the power of an Infected Tank. Laura's heart sunk lower, pounded harder. She looked up seeing a blurry figure before her. It a black, advancing and too close.

"AAAHH!" Laura screamed, flailing her arms out. But she couldn't, she couldn't move her arms and she could barely breath.

"RAWR!" The ground shook again. Guns shots.

"AAAHH!!" Laura cried out with each loud sound. She couldn't move, struggled breathing. She heard a faint yelling.

"Laura! Calm down! Please! Sister!" Laura suddenly stopped, the voice finally registering. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you. I'm sorry." Laura blinked, her eyes flying around. She blinked again, and again. Finally the tears gone from her eyes. The figure on her stepped back. Naliyah and with a worried expression. She couldn't see it behind the blindfold but it was in the way her eyebrows arched and lips frowned.

"Are you okay, Laura?" And her voice. Her voice rarely quivered unless she was really worried. "Laura! Speak to me, please!"

"So –Sorry." Laura shook it off. She felt her usually cold cheeks burn. The weight on her chest was gone. She realized how terribly wrong she was. "It's so embarrassing when that happens." She sniffed, whipping her eyes.

"It happens to all of us." Naliyah patted Laura's head. She looked over Naliyah. A scratches on her thighs and sides, to deep for Common Infected. They wouldn't be able to touch the Resivil Hunter anyway.

"I scratched you."

"Duh." Naliyah waved her hand. Laura sighed, Naliyah shutting back into casual and rude mode. "A Tank startled you."

"Tank?" Tanks only become frustrated for two reasons. They were ending their lifespan soon and in extreme pain or-

"Survivors." Naliyah nodded her head. "I saw gun shots the way we came. Couldn't hear anything over your screaming though."

"Chris." Laura called, tapping her earpiece on. "I think there are survivors. Were taking a detour."

"Good. Hurry up and be careful." Chris ordered. Gun shots played through the transmission. "There's been more activity around the hospital."

"Naliyah." Claire's gentle voice called through. "Promise me." Laura looked at her twin. Those words immediately flicking a switch inside Naliyah. Laura smiled, she enjoyed seeing that look on Naliyah's face. Serious and gentle, a love smitten soldier. "Come back to me."

"I will. I promise." Naliyah returned just as gently. "Over and out." They both tapped their earpiece closed.

"Sis." Laura called out with a large smile. Naliyah was in serious mode. Only trigged when Claire asked her to be. "She got you whipped."

"Tsk! No she doesn't." Naliyah scoffed. She denies it with a straight face –As straight as a face could get with blushing. "Let's hurry up and find those survivors."


Zoey gasped for air. Her body still felt weak and trembled. Just when you think your used to shooting zombies, you run into a… 'Witch' then a giant zombie nearly drags you off the building. Zoey threw a glance behind her. The giant zombie was dead. Had to be after the fire escape fell onto it. Beside it wasn't attack so it was gone… Hopefully.

She coughed, smoke from Bill's cigerrate flowing into her lungs. Figures he'll be the calm one after nearly dying, not to mention she was the only smoker in the group. Surprisingly Francis didn't ask for one.

"This is new." Zoey barely looked up at Bill. The veteran was standing over the table, a pile of ammo and spare guns for other survivors.

"Is there food?" Zoey huffed. She was starving. When was the last time any of them ate? When was the last time she could even stomach anything. "Water?"

"That and-"

"Finally!!" Zoey was on her feet, tumbling for the table full of ammo and little food. She grabbed the water and chug it down.

"Don't drown yourself now." Francis called out. Zoey ignored him, gulping half the bottle down. She grabbed the chew bar and ripped it open. She moaned, never before has chocolate tasted so good.

"Rookies." Bill grumbled.

Click.

"This is Naliyah Nite, aka Beatrix." Zoey's eyes narrowed. The name and voice was familiar. Soft French accent but low for a girl. She looked at the tape recorder Bill held. So familiar…

"If your hearing this you better listen carefully because your surrounded by infected and you're A. Immune. B. Lucky and not infected. C. Scavenging off one of my teammates or myself –very unlikely. D. At a safe house or a check point my team pass through. The BSAA are searching for survivors…."

They were searching for survivors. The pressure on her chest lifted, she didn't hear anything else. They were going to live! Away from zombies!

"Before they destroy the city." The pressure on Zoey's chest returned will full force. She didn't hear right. She couldn't have…

"What…" The word barely escaped Zoey's mouth. "They –They can't destroy the city!"

"Sh!" Bill chilled. Zoey went silent with that intense glare.

"Last evac is at Mercy Hospital, 1630 hours. Good Luck." And with that the recording ended.

"1630?" Louis breathed. His eyes went to Bill, "When's that?"

"4:30. In two hours." Bill answered. He took a puff of his cigarette Francis finally snapped.

"2 hours!?" Francis yelled. "We got go to Mercy Hospital in two hours!! You got to be shitting me!!"

"Hey, at least we got a chance of surviving!" Louis stated. "Maybe they're even around here?"

"That's just being too optimistic Louis." Zoey sighed, chuckling slightly. Louis smiled back to her shrugging his shoulder. It was nice to see a smiling face, especially when most people try to kill you know days. That's why she like Louis out of the three men.

"Hey, it doesn't hurt to be optimistic."

"I hate optimistic people." Francis grunted, elbowing Louis lightly.

"I hate people who hate everything." Zoey frowned. She loaded up and snatched the spare pistol on the table.

"Ready?" Bill asked. Hand on the door and eyes over his shoulder.

The door bust open and everything went like clockwork. The same routine after days easily setting in. Shoot any infected on sight, usually the head. Stay close together watch every direction. Look out for anything useful.

In a few minutes and handful of zombies Zoey was first on the street. First thing she noticed with the smell.

"Ugh… Gross!" Second thing she noticed was that majority of the zombies were cut in half. Like in one of the horror movies she watched before zombies took over the city. "Hey guys, what do you make of this?"

"Easier for us!" Francis called out. Zoey ignored the middle aged biker and waited for Bill's answer. Soon enough Bill and his smell of cigarettes, sweat and blood was right next to her. He touched the soft flesh and even pry the cuts open. "Déjà vu anyone?"

"Hey, at least we know what not to do." Zoey smiled at Louis optimism but frowned at Bill's answer.

"It looks like a Witch." The war veteran said, leveling his assault rifle as he stood up. "Keep an eye out." And with that the group slowly moved forward, carefully moving away from dead bodies but away from the allies. Zoey glanced down at the Hunter's corpse before looking back up. There was also a Smoker, head nearly severed and guts lying about the ground.

"Gross…"

"Hah, pussy hunter." Francis scoffed.

"RAAH!!" Zoey immediately turned around. Her face being engulfed by a Hunter's own. She felt her back being shoved onto the corpses of the zombies.

"Claire!!" Suddenly the Hunter was off her, and two of them was rolling over corpses and pavement. Zoey stared, heart bounding as hard as it was when Louis scared the Witch. There the female hunter, covered in military gear. And she was growling, snarling, their claws shredding each other. With a powerful kick the Hunter flew into an ally.

"AAAH!" There a scream of an Witch echoed. Her claws came into the light and shot through the hunter's chest. She ran out, the female hunter turning to us.

BANG! The Hunter jumped back from Francis's shot gun.

"Friendlies!!"

Zoey's pistols few up.

BANG! BANG!

"Merde!!" The both screamed holding their wounds. The hunter held her leg, immediately crumbling to the ground. The Witch clutched her hand close to her body. The Hunter was the one screaming in French. "Pourquoi vous a faits m'a tiré!?"

What? Zoey blinked, looking up at the others.

"Is the vampire saying something?" Francis asked. "I thought-"

"Fuck you!!" The Hunter yelled. Her voice was exactly like the one on the table. "You shot my leg! Let's see how you fucking feel!!" From her thigh she pulled out a pistol. The Witch immediately sliced it with her good claw. "Laura!!"

"We are here to save the survivors." The Witch wiped tears from her eyes. "Not to shoot their legs."

"But-"

"I'm going to tell Claire you did something stupid." Immediately Naliyah closed her mouth. The Witch helped Naliyah to her feet, still holding the bleeding hand to her chest. "There's a safe house that leads to the subway. " Her pale head nodded to the ally she ran out of. "We'll go there before the horde comes."

"Wait –Wait!" Francis screamed. He pumped his shotgun and pointed it at the two talking Infected. "Why should we listen to talking vampires?"

"Wait…" Zoey pushed his shotgun out of the way. She stared at the two Infected.

The Hunter was leaning against the Witch for support. Her hair was an odd bronze color, shagged and messy. Her eyes covered by a blindfold. But there were wet spots, she was crying in pain.

The Witch was a bit more dignified. She cried beautifully, and held her hand to her bullet proof vest. Her claws wasn't as sharp at the first Witch. Her eyes were red, glowing but in pain. Her hair almost as white as her skin but was cut at her shoulders, choppy and shagged, much neater than the Hunter.

Their faces was familiar, reflecting the other Infected. Twins, their uniforms were battered in sprays of blood but the words BSAA was barely seen.

"Your Laura and Naliyah. The twins that survived Raccoon City." Zoey remembered their faces, they were entertainers. Laura a singer and Naliyah bouncer at one of the most famous clubs. When one of her favorite Directors tried to use the club for a shot they got into a fight and the Director ended up filming that and using it in his movie.

"Yes and we would like to survive this as well. It'd be rather pathetic for us to die from blood lose." Laura said, turning around and walking into the ally, supporting her sister.

Naliyah tapped the earpiece, "Team Alpha. This is Naliyah. We found the surviviors but they shot us. In my ankle and in Laura's hand. What? –Uh, Of course I didn't hit them, Claire. I said I wouldn't do anything stupid…."

Zoey followed closely, then glanced back at her new friends. They didn't move, not until Bill moved.

"Fine, I wanted to –Not the point. It'll take longer than –WHAT?! The sewers! Jill –You are sending two of the most sensitive Resident Evils down in shit, piss, and diarrhea water..." Naliyah continued. She groaned shaking her head, "Fine. If Rebecca needs to saw off my leg, I want your as a replacement! Over and out."

Zoey's guilt swelled. She just shot her saviors, and now their wounds might get infected when they walk through the sewers. She stared at their back. Would they be made if she apologized?

"Zoey." Bill elbowed her slightly. He nodded to the twins, "Up front with me." Zoey didn't even get a chance to nod. Bill moved around Laura and Naliyah, assault rifle trained at the allies. Zoey followed, pointing her pistols at the other side of the street. She occasionally looked up.

She felt someone staring so Zoey looked around. Left, right, above. Still she felt that eerie chill up her spine, so she looked back. Laura's red eyes were one her, a smirk on her face.

"Don't mind me. Just trying to concentrate on something else than the pain."

"Um… Okay…" Zoey muttered. Her heart sank lower slightly. She was probably imagining shooting her or something… Zoey shook it off. She need to concentrate, at least for a few more minutes. But with her back to them, Zoey didn't see those red eyes fall to her butt again.