Me again, just saying that my computer has a time limit now (bad grades.. : p) so i wont be updating chapters everyday sorry. Legal stuff: Resident Evil and all related trademarks are property of Capcom. Intended for mature readers, Based on the m rated game by Capcom

Sherry Birkin was getting tired because she had been hiding for a while now. It had to have been at least three or four days and she still hadn't seen her mother. She arrived at the police station and there had been other people. She found her teacher Mrs. Addison, but a zombie ate her. Sherry figured it was better to stay alone then with the grown-ups because they kept dying plus there was that monster that was worse than the zombies and she was pretty sure it was after her. She knew that sounded stupid because monsters don't target specific people for no reason, but it was all she could think of. Shortly after the death of Mrs. Addison, she found the vent that traveled through most of the station. Wandering through it, she ended up here in a quiet room full of tacky shelves with valuable antiques on them and armors set up around the room. Sherry sat hurdled up in a ball, with her head gently rested on her knees. She was a twelve-year-old girl who was mature for her age. She had dirty blonde hair and a gold pendent that her mother had given her only last week. It was so big it covered her whole hand when she held it. She wore a white shirt with blue shorts and had a red hair band on. Sherry had been at home watching T.V. when her mother, Annette Birkin, had called and told Sherry to go to the RPD building immediately and stay there. Sherry obeyed her mother and went to the RPD building. Sherry's parents, Annette and William, were always at work so they weren't around for most of her childhood. Sherry had realized that zombies were everywhere and that her mother had warned her just in time. She had explored a little bit earlier when she had found this room. A door in the room led down a finely lit hallway. There was a stuffed tiger at the end by a door, with through it led to the chief of police's office, Brian Irons. Sherry thought he was a weirdo and didn't want anything to do with him. She was lying there by the vent, eating candy bars she picked up out of the broken vending machine downstairs. She also had a blanket wrapped around her and she was cozy. She knew she would have to escape through the vents if anyone came. She wondered where her mom and dad were and if they would come soon. Sherry was used to being alone, but right now she would prefer to not be alone. Sherry drifted off into a deep sleep and dreamed of her parents coming to her rescue.

Leon finally reached the RPD building and was still injured badly on his hand. Forgetting how massive the RPD's lobby was, he spent a minute taking it all in. The ceiling was dome shaped and had a fine oak wood finish. Some white pillars were holding up the hand crafted inside balcony. Directly in front of him was a giant pure white statue with a hawk emblem placed into its base. Beyond that was a small U shaped lobby desk with paper, pens, phones and a computer. He quickly picked up the phone and heard nothing aside from the beating of his own heart.

Not even a dial tone, He thought as he put it back on the receiver. Shuffling through the desk drawers, he found a box of handgun bullets and some recent reports. Leon walked to the door on the far left in the RPD building's lobby. He turned the knob and opened the door to see the room trashed. There were turned tables, books everywhere, and blood that stretched across the room leading up to a man. It was a cop sitting in a slump against the lockers on the far wall. He didn't particularly know the cop, but he did look familiar. There was so much blood that Leon knew it had to be bad. Leon walked up to the man and asked him, " Who are you?" The cop's weary eyes were droopy, and dark and Leon knew the he must be enduring a lot of pain.

"I'm… Marvin Branagh," The man whispered, "and who are you?"

"I'm Leon Scott Kennedy, The new cop for the Police Force," Leon answered, "What's going on?"

"About two moths ago, the S.T.A.R.S. found… zombies in this old mansion owned by Umbrella in Raccoon Forest," Marvin explained before coughing again. "Chris… and the others tried to warn everyone, but nobody believed them and now this happens." "Are you the only cop left?" Leon asked. "Yes, but listen, you have to rescue the survivors," Marvin responded, "I'll…be fine."

It's not fair, Leon thought. The cop was dying and there was no one to call for help. Noticing the open locker next to Branagh, there was a crumpled white T-shirt on the bottom. Leon grabbed it, folded it, and pressed it against Marvin's chest to slow the bleeding. Marvin taking hold of the T-shirt gave an attempted smile. Leon was still for a moment wondering what he could do when a burst of energy came from the dying cop. He held up his gun firmly to Leon's shocked face. "Just Go!" Marvin commanded. "I'll be back for you," Leon responded, but Marvin's arm was already dropping, his head resting on his bloody chest. Leon walked slowly back into the lobby, leaving the only other cop left alone. Leon now went to the door to the near left, which entered into a small waiting room. To his right was a long receptionists desk fit for two people. There was a marble floor, which was slightly dirty, and some wooden benches with red cushions to his left. The windows were also to his left and they showed nothing, but the darkness outside. Straight ahead was a half wall with a fancy wooden door behind it. Approaching the door, he saw something pink scamper across the window outside. Freezing in his tracking, the hairs on the back of his neck rose and a chill went up his spine. Leon reached for the door handle as the adrenaline pumped through his body.

There was a dead cop that was decapitated on the ground and Leon slowly walked down the hallway. He was halfway there when he heard a low raspy moan. Leon looked up to see a creature crawling across the ceiling. The creature jumped down in front of him and crawled across the floor. It was pink and red with sharp grueling fangs. It had long nails covered in blood and its brain was visible through its head. It opened its mouth and extended a long tongue with a white tip. Leon quickly fired into the creatures' mouth, as it fell backwards and screeched. It scrambled upwards and tried to whip Leon with its tongue. Leon stumbled backwards and fired again, hitting the brain directly. The creature made one last roar as its head exploded, shooting brain matter and purple fluid all over Leon. "Yuck," Leon said while cleaning off his shirt. He found a paper on the floor that had a picture of the creature that attacked him and a lot of information about it. For one thing, the creatures were called "Lickers" because of their long tongues and its said that the white tip on the end of its tongue contained traces of poison. Good thing it didn't touch me, Leon thought. He slipped the paper into his pocket and walked on.