Author's Note: Holas, Taemae here. Yeah, for anyone who may be reading this (which I'm sure isn't many), if you have any questions, ask away. I know that there are so many confusing things. Why? Because I never wrote the original thing that goes before this, though I've certainly wrote it all down in my brain.

I've been having a huge RE crave lately, and I figured that why not try to write a Fic about it? Be gentle... this is the first time I've ever put up any of my stories (maybe second, but it doesn't count if no one reads it). My lovely friend Dragon thought it would be nifty to post it on here, so I conquered my fears and decided to! I appreciate criticism, though be nice about it. You know, it doesn't help if you simply say 'zomg this sux'. Well, why does it? To generic (probably)? Confusing? Et cetera?

Enough of my babbling now, hope you enjoy the first chapter of RE: D. Mind you, the story is going to be a little slowly getting into the whole Zombie attacking point. Give it time though and toodles. And sorry for any bad grammar ahead of time.

Chapter 1: The World Down Under

August 10th, 2007, Melbourne Airport- 10:32 am

"This is why I hate plane rides, especially ones that last a fucking day. You're cramped, you're next to random strangers you don't like, and other bull-shit like that,"

"Karen, we were flying in business class. You were sitting next to me and Harvey. I don't know what the hell you're complaining about other than the crappy landing,"

"Well, Harvey is strange enough as is, and that landing was just… listen, I'm going to go and complain about this as soon I get back. Get that damn pilot fired,"

The brunette continued to mumble and grumble about the situation, whilst Cassandra just walked beside her, tuning in now and then when she felt like it. A smirk formed on the raven-head's face, when she did actually listen to her co-worker ramble on and on about how in just the airline was.

"Why don't you just admit that you have a fear of riding planes? Or anything that has you suspended in the air for that matter," she said trying to sound thoughtful, which was a surprise for the 'femme fatale' these days. For some reason though, the ride here cheered her up. Maybe it was because, even though she was going on some bogus mission, at least this time, she got to travel and was with a few people that she liked. Well… Karen anyway… maybe Harvey. Certainly not Daniel. As for Roy… well, that was just damned complicated right now.

"Fuck you, Cass. I don't have a fear of flying objects, alright? I just believe that every single time that I've been on an aircraft of some sort, it was shitty. This one, that time I went to California, escaping from Racoon City… all shit,"

Cassandra couldn't help but laugh. Karen really was a great person, but when she went on a tangent, she went on one for awhile. Whatever. Let Karen go on and complain, after all, she probably wouldn't have enough time for it once the mission started. The raven-head couldn't help but feel as though that their little trip to the outback wasn't going to go according to plan, despite what anyone said to console her. Anything that has to do with trying to prevent another outbreak of a virus can go okay… or horribly wrong, and Cassandra had a gut feeling that this just was going to be one of those 'horribly wrong' times.

Here was the idea and the plan; after the incident in the small Spanish town, the U.S government as well as REG thought that there may be more than just one crazy, parasitic cult out there that could prove harmful. The first to go are usually small communities. When someone comes in with a crazy, but convincing idea, people who are more sheltered tend to be much more susceptible to, well, converting to what they believe is the 'greater good'. Bullshit, if you asked Cassandra, but none the less, it happened quite often. Look at Jim Jones, and Moony. Either way, the plan was to take care of the situation before it expanded as well as check out a few places that may have had a bit of bizarre contact lately.

The REG agency has a fair number of people whom have had their fair share of Racoon City and Las Plagas, so the U.N thought it would be a nice idea to send a little party here and there around the world, building up 'awareness', like a police officer going from school to school to talk about drugs. Australia was one of their first on the list. As to why… maybe because everything else down there could kill you and if they were genetically altered… well, that would make things worse.

As Cassandra and Karen continued to walk down the large hallway with many other people, they heard quick footsteps catching up to them.

"Hey! Ladies… wait!" called a voice behind them. "Y'all are way to quick fer us! You started to head off before we even got our own luggage. Gosh darn, are y'all trying to abandon us fellers?"

'Tried, but failed,' the raven-head thought and let out a long sigh. It's not that she didn't like Harvey, the red-neck redhead, she just really hated Daniel. If it was up to her, he would've already been shot under the assumption that he was infected by a parasite. She later found out that being an arrogant, aggressive, asshole just came naturally to him. She shouldn't be all that surprised. After all, he wasn't the first to be born that way and she wasn't exactly the nicest person herself.

"We figured we'd just catch up to see if our ride was here yet was all. We knew you'd catch up," Cassandra replied as they came to a halt waiting for all three men could catch up with them.

The buzz-cut redhead in the beige camo-clothes was Harvey McKenzie. As expected from his southern-drawl, well… he was from the south of the United States. To be more specific, he was from Texas. Harvey was a swell guy actually. As much as I would love to say he wouldn't hurt a fly… Harvey's actually their 'shooting from a concealed position that allows me ta not get hurt' guy. In short, he's a sniper; an amazing sniper at that. Now… why they'd need a sniper for a mission that is just supposed to involve just a group of them warning them about mad parasitic men, she didn't know. Cassandra had a feeling that REG was hiding something from them. Whatever it was, it more than certainly had something to do with fighting off something that was less than unpleasant.

To move onto man number two with the constant scowl, but handsome features and the jet-black hair was Daniel Lorenzo. Ah Daniel… what was there to say about him? Well… he's a damned arrogant son of a bitch that Cassandra still couldn't understand why was on this mission. He had no dealings with this kind of stuff, no matter how good he was at his job. At least Harvey and Karen have SEEN zombies. In fact, Cassandra hates him so much, that she wants to keep this paragraph about him short. Thus, it ends here for him.

The final man on the left was Roy Carver. Hoo boy… what to say about Roy? A member of the air force, there wasn't a machine he couldn't fly. Today, he was their wonderful helicopter pilot to fly them into the uncharted town. Apparently, their employers also thought it was more efficient to bring one of their own pilots instead of just having one of the Aussies fly them. That's America for you.

But why Roy? Sure, he a nice guy. Actually, he was very friendly and a sweetheart- in a somewhat perverted way sometimes. He was also handsome, with his brownish-red hair and striking green eyes, but… it was Roy. Right now… Cassandra just couldn't deal with him. It was like getting a spoon to defend a case for you at court. Sure, it was handy when needed, but it was a spoon. There's a time and place for it to be and right now, this spoon was going to tear off her game.

Damn spoon.

"Well, any signs of our lovely friends from down under?" Daniel asked, quirking an eyebrow at Cassandra. "Apparently, you idea wasn't very affective nor worthwhile,"

"Neither is your face, Daniel, but you never know until you actually try something, now do ya?" Cassandra replied bitterly as she looked around for any signs that could be their Aussie halves.

Sure enough, blue eyes spotted a sign held up by a tall, middle-aged, male brunet. He looked like a stereotypical Aussie from the outback with his Croc Hunter hat and the little bit of gruff on his face. His eyes screamed of experience and adventure. The sign in his head read 'Oi Yanks!'. Well, that was mildly entertaining. Cassandra couldn't help but smile a little bit. "Are you 'Golf' by chance?"

"Are we Golf, you ask? Well, little sheila, are you Alpha?" The Aussie asked, raising an eyebrow with a grin.

Cassandra nodded. "We are,"

"Then, we're Golf! Nice to meet ya, mates. Name's Bruce Fields. I'm head of this hear troupe of four. This buddy 'ere is Rio. The specky-eyed one there is Laurence, and the sheila 'ere is Zia,"

"Hi I'm-"

"My name is Daniel Lorenzo. I'm the leader of team Alpha. On behalf of the team and our agency, it's a pleasure to finally meet you all and actually work with you,"

Cassandra snorted in the behind him. Oh yeah, right. As if REG would appoint him the leader.

…

…

…

Those fucking bastards.

"Let me get this straight…" Karen replied, sitting on a bed, looking up at Cassandra, who was looking out from their hotel room window.

"You think that REG is out to get you?"

"Well, not exactly, but this whole mission is just crying out for something bad to happen. I understand why we're here, but if feels that the people that they've chosen to come out here is more for combating, not for little peace talks about how not to take candy like parasites from strangers,"

"It's a precaution, you know that. And since you have the best experience with this, what with Raccoon and Spain, they chose you. Daniel is a good speaker (sort of) Harvey is… well I don't know why he's here. Roy is a pro with helicopters, so that's why they have him with us,"

"Yeah, because I'm sure it's so difficult to find an Australian that can fly a chopper in his own home country. If I didn't know any better, I'd say that they're trying to get rid of us. Or testing us. Either way, they're keeping something from us… as usual," She really shouldn't have been all that surprised.

Cassandra did not have a good track record with REG after Racoon City. However, she didn't really have any other choice, but to work with them. She had a contract, and a duty to fulfill. If she were to find a way to leave just now, she knew she'd regret, so for now, she'd just have to put up with all of them.

"Well, I'm gonna be takin' a shower now, alright Cass?" Karen replied, grabbing a towel, and entering the bathroom. "You can use it after, alrights?"

Cassandra nodded as she flopped down onto one of the beds and exhaled. She still felt the jet lag, so she was actually wide awake. But she knew that she needed to sleep a bit. However, before she thought of doing that, she heard a knock on her door. Now, she wasn't expecting that at all. With a bit of a sigh, she stood up again and then approached the door, and unlocked it. Once she opened it, she was face to face with someone that she didn't really want to see right now.

"Hey, Cass," Roy said with a smile, raising a hand, giving a slight wave. Cassandra tried to avoid his gaze for a moment.

"Hey," she replied quietly. Great… she didn't need this right now. Corrupt agency, Daniel, possible zombies… and now Roy. Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy…

"Do you need something?"

"What? I can't come over to just talk?" Roy said, a hopeful smile still on his face. "I mean, you've been sort of avoiding me since I met you back home. I thought that now that we have the time, we can catch up and all,"

"Catch up with what?" Cassandra asked, flicking her dark hair back, and placing one hand on her hip. Yes… she was being a bitch about this, but she didn't really want this right now. Her brain couldn't handle it. Blue eyes tried to focus on something behind his head, but it eventually just trailed down around him and his handsome physique.

The brunet rubbed the back of his head and laughed. "Well, you know! I haven't seen ya since the resort and all. What have you been up to?"

"Work." Hmm… did he get a haircut?

"That's it?"

"Yep." And he shaved… he actually really looks good clean shaven.

"And… you've been… enjoying yourself? Have you been trying to take it easy at least?"

"Mm." His arms are as in shape as ever. And that probably wasn't the only thing either.

"You sure? You seem, umm…."

"I'm fine," She really should stop. She was teasing her self now. "Listen, is this all you came for? Just for some small chit-chat?"

"Well, I was here to see what you were up to, and that maybe we could just hang out or something…"

"Is that all you were implying?"

"Come on Cass, don't be like that,"

"Don't be like what?"

"Well, a bitch I guess," he shrugged, being rather blunt. "I know you get a reputation at work for not being the nicest person, but I know you better than that, so don't think you can just go and pretend that we-"

"Roy, we're professionals at our jobs. Don't get me wrong, you're a nice guy and all, but I just want to get my mission done. That's it, that's all. After this, we'll both go to our respectable lives back, not to cross paths again. That's how I look at it,"

"Well… that's kinda boring, don'tcha think? You seem to get along with Karen fine. And Harvey says you even talk to him about normal things sometimes, so what's so wrong with just having a normal chat with me? Because we had a good time and then slept together? It's not a crime. Besides, I didn't see anything written about co-workers not being allowed-"

"Roy."

"Cass."

Cassandra took a deep breath and stared at the pilot straight in the eyes. "Listen, you can talk all you want, but there's nothing between us. So, why don't you just go back to you room, get over this, and pretend this didn't happen. It'll make things a whole lot easier on you. Alright? Goodnight," She shut the door and locked it again, leaving Roy by himself in the hallway. She back to the bed and flopped down. She just wanted to sleep right now.

Meanwhile, Roy was still in front of the door, a little confused. Well… that didn't go so well. He punched his left hand with his left, but smiled.

"She's just playing hard to get is all. I like a little competition anyway,"