Author's Note: Copied happily from my last update, the disclaimer sillies! Disclaimer: I own nothing pertaining to Resident Evil. It's why we have this website. I only own my OC.

Chapter 7

Anna-Margaret Redfield.

May 10th, 2005. Somewhere in the Western Slav Republic.

As Piers and I left the helicopter, we began to make out way towards the marina down a large hill. On our way, we noticed many houses and churches.

"Jesus. It's like religious circus here." Piers said. As we walked passed a house filled with decorations of crosses.

"This part of the world is known for the most religions. Plus it is closer to the holy land." I said.

"I know I'm Roman Catholic, but I have never seen so much faith in a single town."

"That's because we live in America. Although we are from New York City so, we would are saying a lot." I looked around. "I wonder if this city has been attacked. It's a dead zone. Keep a hand on your gun, Piers."

"Yes Captain."

"Just call me Anni. I'm only a captain when I train newbies."

I heard him nod as I continued forward.

Our radios had beeped.

"This is HQ. We heard you both had made it safely to the Western Slav Republic. Welcome to Rugnuff. The marina should be just up ahead. Your orders are to have no contact with any of the Adventists. If anyone asks where you are from, say you are tourists. Most of the civilians are in the churches." A man from headquarters had spoken.

"Understood." I said.

As we continued down the large hill, the smell of water became more clearer. Soon enough, the marina was in our view. Suddenly, we heard a the sound church bells. The churches had begun to dismiss and the streets filled with thousands of people. Piers and I walked swiftly and quietly into the crowd. We tried our best to blend in but judging us by our attire, everyone could tell we were outcasts.

I had a white and red graphic shirt that stated, Eat. Sleep. Scene; followed by a picture of a young scene anime girl. My skirt was bright red and had suspenders attached to it. Where my skirt stopped, was my sidearm attached to my left leg. No one really noticed, except small children. I also wore black knee high converses on my feet. To be more descriptive, I was a walking billboard that just caught your attention in a full crowd of dull colors.

Surprisingly, Piers did not stand out as much as me. Piers had a BSAA jacket on and a regular orange t-shirt and black Northface on. He wore dark blue khakis and a good pair of running sneakers. He was much better at choosing attire for a mission then I was. Then again, I enjoyed dressing like a billboard.

As we made our way through the crowd, I was starting to get claustrophobic. A hoard of people began to fill the streets and sidewalks.

"We will never get to the marina at this point." I spat.

"Be patient, Anni. It's just up ahead." Piers spoke.

As we finally escaped the large crowd of people roaming the streets, a siren filled our ears. It sounded like a warning.

"Piers! Anna! There are large enemy forces heading your way. We are receiving intel that the island is about to fire a missile on the land. Get out of there before the enemies attack!"

"Copy." Piers said.

We began the most desperate run of our lives. Piers and I looked at each other once as we ran, feeling sympathy for the lives we were leaving behind.

"Anni, this is wrong." Piers said.

"I know. But, we cannot disobey our orders. We have a mission to complete." I said. I was beginning to sound like my brother.

As we rushed towards the end of the street, we heard screams coming from our right and from behind us. "Piers, go left!" I shouted.

We both turned left into the marina. I searched around for a boat on one side, while Piers sprinted ahead of me on the other. The enemy's could be heard from the roads, tanks and bombs began to roar our ears as we frantically searched.

"Anni! I found one." Piers said. I started running to him. "Over here!" He yelled and jumped into the boat and began to start the small engine. Someone had left the boat's key in the ignition, not that they would need it now. I quickly cut the ropes off of the boat with my combat knife and sat down next to Piers.

Gratefully, the boat started up and Piers began to drive the boat out of the marina away from the religious phonatics. We heard a couple of enemies follow us to the dock in the marina. Some took jet-skis and followed us while some fell into the water.

"Ugh. Looks like we got company. Can you handle driving?" I asked.

"Are you kidding me? I'm the best driver you will ever meet." Piers smirked as he drove. "You take care of those guys!"

I nodded and took out my handgun and began to shoot a couple of enemies into the water. Soon enough, all of the enemies following us had disappeared. I looked above into the sunset filled sky. I noticed something sparkling in the sky.

"Piers?" I asked.

"Yes?"

"Is that a shooting star?"

"Is wha-" He looked up into the sky.

"Oh shit. That's not a star!" Piers said, switching the gears on the boat in order to increase our speed. "Buckle up. Hang on!"

I did as I was told understanding his mindset through his thoughts. The shooting star was in fact, a nuke. Piers had increased the speed of the boat, my hair began to fly backward, ripping through the humid wind. I looked back to the sound of a large explosion. A large mushroom cloud of red over took the town of Rugnuff. Those poor people..

Our radios beeped from HQ. "Anni. Piers. Report your current location."

"We are just outside of Rugnuff, on a boat. Heading towards the island right now as we speak." I said.

"Copy. Re-entrance into Rugnuff is prohibited."

"Guess that means no turning back." Piers said.

"We will be out of contact on the island. Remember your mission, you two. Find the distributor and take them out."

"Yes sir." Piers and I both said.

"Piers. By the time we will reach the island it will be too dark to advance on. We should make camp somewhere safe." I said.

"Good thinking. In the mean time find some any useful equipment here on the boat."

"Okay." I said.

I searched the two seats behind me and Piers. I found nothing but life jackets and fishing equipment. I searched the last row seat in the back of the boat. I found a small first aid kit. I was pretty sure I had packed one. But, I took it so that we could both have some way of being okay.

I looked up from behind the boat. The sun was sitting in the deepest part of the west. Faint church bells rang as if a funeral had occurred. I could still see the towns that made up the Western Slav Republic. I could not admire it as much as I wanted. The religious town of Rugnuff was dissolved by red smoke. Faint screams and shrieks could be heard. A bioterrorist act had occurred before my very eyes and I could do nothing about it. Chris' words had come back to me.

"You are about to witness the most greatest threats on the planet." Chris said.

I frowned at the replaying of his words. I swore to myself that I would help put a stop to this so that no more people can die. So that BOWs will only be something on television, rather than a living nightmare.

Chris Redfield.

BSAA HQ. Barry Burton's Office.

"Barry, how is my sister?" I demanded.

"Chris, relax your sister is fine. She is with Piers heading to the island by boat. Nothing bad has happened." Barry said.

"Oh my god. Really? That's such a relief." I said, slouching in my seat.

"Well except reports of a nuclear missile being fired at the town she and Mr. Nivans were just in."

"Barry!" I yelled. I was truly concerned about her, especially with the fact my sister and I were fighting this morning.

"I don't want you to worry. We are still tracking their movements." Barry said. "In any event, I have just received some intel about the T-Abyss Virus. It has been detected in the Republic of Malta. Quint and Parker have already been sent out there. But, the nuclear missile that was fired upon Rugnuff in the Wester Slay Republic, had contained the T-Abyss virus. They finally made the virus airborne."

"Are you going to send me and Jill?" I asked.

"I am not sure yet. I am planning to send you both soon though. Be prepared to leave at any moments notice." Was all Barry had said.

Anna-Margret Redfield.

A Private Island in the Western Slav Republic.

Piers and I had finally reached the island. It was very wooded. At least around the rim of the island. Piers and I had rethought the whole idea of making camp and decided to go in and search the island, due to the fact we could be killed in our sleep.

"You ready?" I asked. Piers nodded. "Don't be nervous. Just follow my lead."

We took off into the woods. Piers had flicked on his flashlight as did I. The flashlights did not go out too far, only a couple of feet in front of us. We searched for a building, a sign or even a road.

As fate would have it Piers and I ran into something. "Hide." I whispered. We both turned off our flashlights. There was a large fire of sticks and logs. I was shocked by the fire until I noticed a man with a large wheelbarrow. Inside the wheelbarrow was piles of dead bodies. I turned away and held my mouth, feeling the need to vomit by the sight and smell. Piers looked at me seriously, making a sign to stay quiet. I nodded and held back the burning of stomach acids churning in the back of my throat.

The man then proceeded by throwing the bodies onto the fire. He seemed alone, until a large group of people grouped around the fire and began to pray. While the bodies began to burn, a man who was still alive began to scream out for help. Piers and I could only watch in horror.

"They're satanists?" I questioned into my communicator as quietly as I could.

"And they are infected." Piers replied into the communicator. I looked to see their eyes glowing magenta.

"I would say they don't like tourists, Piers. Come on. We can get around them. Maybe there is a laboratory or secret facility somewhere around here." I whispered.

We both proceeded by crawling as low as we could around the pact of satanists as they prayed while the bodies burnt. The smell and sight was still bothering me. We managed to crawl into the small village. The darkness hide us well in the village. None of the villagers were able to detect us. We snuck into a church in the village as quietly as possible. No one noticed us, thankfully.

We stared around us at the church. most people would consider this place a torture chamber. First and far most, the room smelt so bad. The room had smelt like sweat, human feces and urine and dried blood. On the floor stood some of those remains. It was so gruesome to inhale, Piers and I looked at each other in pure disgust. There was a fire pit followed by a place to hang someone over it. There was also an area for sitting on spikes, followed by a coffin with spikes in it. These objects were all blood stained and unsanitary.

The room also contained many black candles to perform black masses. There was a large stone alter that contained blood splatter and semen. The curtains were all torn and the windows were framed with naked demons and people. The seats did not even appear the slightest bit of sitting.

"Ugh. I'll be sure to take a mean shower when I get home." I said.

We looked around the church searching for a clue of some sort. Until, Piers had jammed his toe into a kneeler.

He grunted out of pain. I could not help but giggle. "Chill out, man." I said as I walked past him.

"Tell that to my foot." Piers muttered.

I made my way up the stairs. "Suck it up, cupcake." I said. I turned into a door an tried to open it. It was locked. I continued down the small hall and tried to open another door. It opened. I let the door open as I gave it a gentle push and prepared to step into the room. The room was clear for now. I noticed a fireplace was burning freshly chopped wood. It appeared to be recently started.

I walked over to a desk, I searched for some newspaper or documents of the town. I found one paper, it appeared to be a note to someone.

To Whom It May Concern (The name had been erased),

Who dares spread the beliefs of the Catholics on our island? We were promised to keep our land as long as you kept giving us samples. Now their are Catholics and creatures roaming our land. We shall hold your samples and creatures to the highest of respects. Our only wish is to live in a land where we can call it home and believe what we belief is right.

Signed, Torrance the Priest

I shuddered a bit. I had no beliefs in God or Satan what so ever, yet these people believe what they are doing is right. All I knew was it definitely creeped me out. I searched more through the papers while Piers searched around the room, looking through the bookshelf and drawers. Suddenly, we both jumped at footsteps making their way into the room. Piers and I searched a place to hide. We decided to hide behind a curtain in the middle of the room.

There was two priests that had entered the room. Piers and I pressed against the wall nervously, trying to avoid being seen behind the semi-opaque black curtain.

The two priests began to talk in a different language. I read their minds, understanding the conversation. They spoke about the last Black Mass and quite frankly, it was so gross, I did not even want to translate or repeat it. Let's just say they spoke about a ripped apart a cow and bathed a newborn baby in it.

I frowned in disgust. I just wanted them to shut up. Suddenly, one of the priests walked near the wall close to the curtain and looked closely. He could see my face and I could see his, the man was extremely old. He looked like a pedophile. His eyes glistened with magenta. His skin was blood stain, dirty and sweaty. The priest had a symbol on his face of an upside-down cross. Around his neck was a large circle with an X inside.

The man pushed back the curtain, exposing me and Piers. We both remained calm and tried to play it off as tourists. Unfortunately, they did not seem afraid to attack us. The closest man attacked me with a knife he had pulled out of nowhere. I forgot about my sidearm in the heat of the moment, twisted the man's hand and broke his hand then flipped him right over. The second man tried attacking Piers by choking him, Piers was able to dodge his attack, trip him and step on the man's skull.

"No time to hide the bodies." I said firmly. "I wish we could let HQ know."

"I'm guessing they attack intruders." Piers said, looking down at the bodies.

"Reminds me of Agent Kennedy's report. Could they have combined the Plaga and the T-Abyss?"

"Only one way to find out." Piers said the held something up. "I found a key."

We left the room quietly and noticed another mass occurring. Luckily enough the mass had not appeared to graphic. But, I turned my attention to the door we had passed earlier. After crawling towards the door I quickly unlocked it and snuck into the next room. The room held a desk, some black candles and some items used in black masses.

Then, Piers said something. "There's a draft coming from the bottom of the floor."

I looked around for some sort of switch. I noticed a crank. I began to turn it and speak, "I'll start the crank. You go down and see if you can find another."

"Alright. Just wait here and stay sharp."

He proceeded by jumping down. I listened for Piers' thoughts. He had successfully found a crank down there. He was grateful there were no enemies.

I quickly jumped down after the floor was turned upward. It looked like a hideout of some sort beneath the church. I looked behind us. "There's no ladder. The only way to go is forward." I said.

"Some use for a crank." Piers spat.

We continued through the small hideout and dirt filled trail. The underground route looked like a hideout crossed with a mine and cave. It smelt like wet dirt and the pathway was held together by wooden beams. Towards the end of the pathway, we saw a large dark pit. The walls were red, many strange symbols hung around the room. There was an alter with lit candles. A dead animal of some sort had a large sword piecing through it's body. The blood had dripped down all around the alter, making a familiar symbol, it closely looked like the Umbrella symbol. But, if you were to think more, to the cultists they believed it was the circle with the X symbol. That thought process was just by going a limb. In my opinion, the pit smelt much more worse then the church.

We decided to continue on instead of searching the room. Maybe, we would find an exit. We reached a dead end on the other side of the pit.

"Damn it. Is there another key?" Piers asked.

"Just search the room." I said. We checked in some parts of the room. Not that there were many to look under or around. While we were looking the sound of footsteps began to roar our ears. I listened for thoughts. The large black mass had made their way down here!

Piers and I held out ground firmly as we saw the horde of infected cultists lay their eyes on us.

Author's Notes: OMG. Mission Time wasn't too bad, correct? I know we encountered our first zombies but now I can build up the suspense in Piers and Anni taking in their first horde of the infected! Muhaha. But writing about the cults totally creeped me out. I read book called Ghost Girl and it contained these satinists so I decided to sorta bring them up into Resident Evil. I mean, it's freaky, strange, can interest readers and create the horror effect I want on the book. Wow, it's actually being called a book. I feel so accomplished! What do you think? What about Quint and Parker? Will they be in the story too? Also, what about the dynamic duo who brought down Umbrella, Chris and Jill? And will Piers and Anni survive? Don't ask these questions! Tell me what you think! R&R! Onto writing the next chapter!