Author's Notes: Disclaimer still not mine. I stood up until 1am writing after a date, I had a term paper to write an a college essay to write as well. I hope you like it because this is for the fans. 3

Chapter 8

Parker Luciani.

May 10th, 2005. Somewhere in the Republic of Malta.

"Didn't think Mr. Burton would send you Quint."

"Meh. O'Brian tried to give me a promotion but I refused all his offerings. I like where I am here in the BSAA working in technology and as an Special Operations Agent, (SOA)." Quint Cetcham replied.

"This is Barry Burton. I will be who you report to on this mission." Barry spoke into our ears through the radio. "I sent you to out to confirm if it was in fact Jessica Sherawat, who could have released the virus. The T-Abyss has been detected on the shoreline tourist attractions and some of the religious towns on the shoreline."

The Republic of Malta's military forces were everywhere. We had just landed in the city of Canjun. It appeared as a war zone from the helicopter when Quint and I looked down below. Now that we were here, the area was blockaded off for everyone except, authorized personnel.

As we should the men at the doors out badges and they allowed us to enter the city quickly. Yet, now here we both were. A wasteland after the T-Abyss had contaminated the area. Many fires still burnt and some buildings were knock over or had fell on top of another. Large areas of flat land and to top it off, it smelt like dead bodies. The whole thing was worth frowning.

"Parker. Quint. We need you both to check a building located on the shore called Westin. Apparently, the virus broke out there first and managed to spread to the whole city. Get to that building and see what you can find on who started this incident." Barry spoke to us through our communicators.

"Copy that." Quint said.

"I'll take point." I said heading forward towards the shoreline.

We traveled down towards the shoreline. Seeing a couple buildings still standing tall. Hopefully one of them was the Westin building.

"Phew. We are lucky we haven't run into any BOWs." Quint said.

"Yeah. For a large infected city, it seems more deserted the anything else."

We continued onward towards a large building with a sign above it that stated Westin. We had our guns prepared and aimed as we searched around the Westin entrance. I looked inside to the first floor. There appeared to be nothing. We entered the building, the Westin was a hotel judging by the check in desk and cafeteria directly across from the doorway. I looked around the room while Quint checked the computer.

"Wow, I'm surprised this thing still works after the large nuclear missiles fired." Quint remarked. "I'm going to see who checked in and out on the day the missiles were fired. We'll search those rooms first."

"Okay. I've got your back." I said, looking around the room for anything useful and also making sure it was clear. We were lucky enough not to have anything attack us. But eventually, our luck will run out.

"Okay. I've got the rooms. We have to go to the fifth floor, seventh and the twenty-second floor." Quint said. After Quint took a step, a creature with the T-Abyss virus attacked Quint.

"Ahh!" Quint shouted after being caught by surprise. I shot the monster in the head, allowing Quint to be released and the zombie to melt into the floor.

"Whoa. Thanks, Parker."

"No problem." I said. "C'mon. Before more of them show up."

We quickly proceeded up towards the stairs since there was no power to restore the elevator.

Anna-Margaret Redfield.

Western Slav Republic. A Private Island.

A large horde of infected cultists stood before us. Their eyes glowing magenta. They all began to growl and shout at us. As the came forward to attack us. Piers and I quickly withdrew our weapons and began to fire and shoot down the horde.

Some cultists tried throwing the symbols or hot candles at us. We were beginning to be surrounded.

Without even any thought, I rotated my hands forward and from the palms of my hands realized a large flame that stuck onto the cultists that attack us. Engulfing the circle crowd of the cultists. The cultists cringed from the flames while some laughed crazily. They died after suffering major burns.

I stared shockingly in front of me. My hands did not suffer any burns or pain at all. The flames disappeared from my hands. How did I do that? I thought.

"How did you-?" Piers began to ask but I interrupted, "I don't know."

I searched the bodies as they decomposed and disappeared into the ground. Where the bodies had laid, were ammunition for Piers and I, and a key to the pathway locked on the other end.

We continued towards the pathway and eventually reached the door.

We silently unlocked it and quietly walked through the door. We then noticed the cave's pathway began to go upward. Piers and I carefully made sure no more enemies were around.

We found a ladder that led upward. I let Piers take point, due to my skirt, which I now regret wearing. The ladder lead up to a fake wall across from a building. It appeared to be a villager's home. We climbed out of the fake wall and quickly entered the building. We had entered through some stairs that brought us to the second floor. The door was easy to unlock, thanks to a trick Jill had taught me. There was no sign of the villagers upstairs. We searched the room, in the hopes to find some clues. Piers and I noticed an open journal. I read the latest entry.

May 5th, 2005.

I got in trouble yesterday knocking over a candle in the eastern church. The priests said something about there being hidden demons there for black magic productions during black mass. I don't believe them and honestly I am scared. In one of the masses a few nights ago, a man's had popped off, and his head had grown tentacles and more eyes. It looked like a circus act, only the mass became more disturbing as the man had stood up to join the Preist as he bathed a young girl in semen and blood. I regret coming here for refuge since I was washed away at the streets of Italy, but now I'm trapped. I've hid here for several years trying to stop this plague and since I came here I'm held in custody on this island, probably to protect this islands dirty secret. I've gone to look for the people response for these creatures and I have abandoned this journal in the hopes for some from of help if you can find me. Please help me for the sake of the Western Slav Republic.

Signed, Joshua Doolittle

"Hey Piers. Looks like we are not the only people who are actually normal here." I said, showing Piers the page.

"Our orders though were not to get involved in the war." Piers said looking at me in a serious expression.

"Yes. But, maybe he can help us get close to the people responsible. Read what he wrote Piers." He took the journal from my hands. "He's knows there's more here than just war and he wants to pursue the people keeping him ashore."

"Anni, this kid could be dead."

"Piers." I whined. He couldn't resist my puppy dog eyes, not in the shooting range and not now. "Trust me."

Piers nodded and walked towards the another door. He thought. Just please. Don't let it kill us.

"It won't." I responded.

Piers jumped and looked me in my face.

"Yeah, I just answered you. I can hear your thoughts, Piers. I can hear everyone's thoughts."

"How?" Piers asked.

"I'm guessing through all the virus' adjustments and adaptions and being in that test tube... That's what caused the ability." I said.

"How did the BSAA not realize that or find out?"

"They asked the crappest questions. It was a real shitty examination." I stated.

Piers could not help but laugh. I walked up to him and placed a hand on his lips. I heard shifting from the other rooms. "We need to be quiet. C'mon, let's see if we can find this Eastern Church."

We continued through the door and looked around the second floor, there were two more rooms. A bathroom and on the other end a master bedroom with a small crib. I frowned.

"Even children are involved in this society. It's like child molestation laws do not even exist here." I remarked.

We slowly made our way downstairs trying our best to stay quiet and ready to shoot down any zombies that came our way. Luckily, no zombies or infected were around us. But, as we looked outside, the village contained many zombies and infected. They were aimlessly wandering town, cleaning or conversing. They had carried about as any regular town, except when they attacked intruders.

The villagers home was wrecked downstairs as if the person was looking for something. All of their food was abandoned on the stove in the kitchen toys for children were placed on the floor and the radio still played music. Piers and I stood as far as we could from the windows and searched for a easier route to sneak by the villagers. We decided to use the back door of the villager's, err spy's home. We managed to sneak around the back of the homes. We were definitely pressing our luck as we passed each group of cultists. We looked forward. We were not too far away from the eastern church now. The only thing in our way was the wide open space there was that led up to the church. Unfortunately, we had no other options.

"Piers." I whispered. "Have that trigger finger ready. We are running like hell."

He nodded.

We began to sprint across the town towards the church. The cultists immediately noticed us. We turned at the sound of something starting up. We jumped at the sight. We heard the sound of a chainsaw slowly making our way towards us. I used some of my throwing knives to instantly kill some of the zombies that began to swarm us. I rolled forward to pick them up after watching their magenta eyes rolled to the back of their heads. They breathed out their last breaths. I picked up my throwing knives from my backpack throw them toward a few cultists and began to fire my handgun at the zombies behind us. Our back were facing the church as we slowly began to walk and shoot our way away from the zombies. When the church was a close enough distance, I shouted. "Fallback!"

We ran into the church placing down a barricade to not allow entry into the 'sacred' place. We breathed heavily. As we turned around we noticed a large alter. The church was carved from stone. All we could notice was a large statue of what appeared to be one of the priests. He had long hair and a huge robe on. He had two symbols on his robe. The circle with the X on it and a symbol of a serpent. We searched the small church for the candle mentioned in the man's journal.

The church was just as creepy as the other. This church contained a fire pit in the center of the church. A ladder with a dead body hung to my left as I grabbed candles. I frowned and tried my best to ignore the body. Piers examined the large statue behind the fire pit. He thought to himself that he felt a draft coming from the statue. I continued to search around the church. When we suddenly heard a voice.

"Who are you?" The voice called.

Piers and I instantly looked up. There was no one around.

"Who are you?" The voice asked again.

"We were tourists. We are very interested in your religion." Piers turned and frowned at my lies. I continued. "Where we come from our people reject us. We were excelled and came here."

"That is a lie." The voice said and a boy had jump down in front of us. "Tourists are executed when found especially in such attire. I'm guessing you two are spies as well."

The boy had bright orangey, red hair that was spiked outward from his face. His eyes shimmered between each spike of his hair shined green innocent eyes of a young boy. He obviously did not look like a zombie or any like the cultists. His clothing looked very comfortable. He a black skirt and tan khakis and running shoes. He appeared to be as old as me; just a kid.

"Who are you?" Piers questioned.

"My name is Joshua Doolittle." The boy said.

"We found your journal." I said. "You want to tell us how to find these people who are holding you hostage?"

The boy looked at me nervously. "Sure." He said and pulled the switch directly next to the statue. "Follow me."

Don't trust him, Anni. I don't like this guy one bit. Piers thought and I listened. We followed the young boy downward again and into the doors in the hidden passage. The statue hid the secret passageway which lead us through the small set of stairs.

As we continued forward, Piers and I shuttered as we finally found some of the answers we were looking for. We were in a small room of test tubes. There was a sterilizing draft.

"Hey. Look at this." Piers said, stopping at a small computer that was left on as if someone had just been using it. Piers had clicked the mouse. Joshua stood behind us, I kept in check his thoughts. Then, Piers had opened a file containing pictures of BOWs and a man.

"Who is that?" I questioned.

"The distributor." Piers said flatly.

Author's Notes: Seriously think I need to see a sleep doctor. That or I just had too much Thanksgiving Turkey. Happy late Thanksgiving Everyone! And Happy Cyber Monday! What do you think about Parker and Quint? Will they survive? Will Jill and Chris finally come into this story? What do you think of this Josh character? Should we trust him? Will Anni and Piers finally find the distributor? Don't ask me! Read it for yourselves. R&R :)!