Okay this chapter is centred around Carter Malbye (OC), the next chapter will have Alice, Claire and Carter meeting each other so my part of the storyline will start next chapter of course it will build up and small parts of the storyline will be taken from the movie but the majority will be my own.

Disclaimer – The only thing I own is Carter Malbye, the rest doesn't belong to me.

So complicated
Look happy
You'll make it
Filled with so much hatred
Such a tired game
It's enough, I've done all I could think of
Chased down all my demons
I've seen you do the same

Pink, Fucking Perfect

"As I try to find my place in the Diary of Jane," Carter sang at the top of his lungs as he pounded his hands against the steering wheel, the sound system in his car turned up to its highest volume.

There were some things in this new world that made living in it bearable; one was being able to scream to any song at the top of your lungs and two having nobody to tell you what you should or shouldn't be doing. He reached down to the passenger seat keeping his eyes on the stretch of road in front of him as he fumbled around for a chocolate bar or any sugary confectionary sweet he could find.

He let a small triumphant 'yes' escape his lips as his hand wrapped around the snickers bar. He tore off the top of the wrapper, spitting it out before shoving the sugary bar of chocolate into his mouth savouring the rare delicacy. A few things became rare in a world full of undead infected humans; one, alcohol was the first to go, two, cigarettes went next and three, anything to do with sugar went.

Carter smirked to himself, alcohol, cigarettes and confectionary were hard to come by in small towns the only places you could get them from nowadays was from the major cities and for every survivor left in the world they knew that was stupidity to go there. On the other hand major cities to him meant opportunity to rob places of confectionary, alcohol, cigarettes, weapons etcetera.

The sun had started its rise earlier than it would have before the apocalypse had started, but no matter what its orange glaze cast the world in peaceful bliss it was nothing but...fucking perfect.

That's how he would put it.

Carter watched the barren scenery of desert fly by, his stomach nauseated by the guilt he felt for the rest of the world even some guilt was directed towards Umbrella...if he had just been a little quicker maybe the world wouldn't be in this situation, where surviving meant keeping on the move and where Umbrella wasn't at fault, Wesker wasn't at fault.

He sighed hurtling the last half of the chocolate bar out the window. He knew the world hated Umbrella and Wesker most of all but when it came down to it he didn't blame either of them, everyone has a point of view and a purpose...just some people's ideas of world salvation are a little screwed up.

No he couldn't better yet he wouldn't blame Umbrella, it wasn't their fault. They say everybody has a choice but in a world set in the chaos of war, murder and so much more, there's no such thing as a free world before or after the apocalypse. Humanity always teetered on the edge of destruction, devastation and living, giving humanity false hope as it slowly paved a path towards utter destruction and devastation. No he wouldn't blame Umbrella, they just did what humanity tried prolonging...they destroyed the world.

He wouldn't blame Wesker either...okay so the man had a delusional idea that he could be God but other than that the man was trying to make a better world...albeit going about it the wrong way.

He shook his head picturing the world before the apocalypse; it was constantly in a war for power some country had to have it and in the end one man did what no other could...he had power and for once it was held. No he wouldn't blame Wesker either; Wesker destroyed the world...to make it better.

Carter gave his head a shake, trying to shake the thoughts away as he leaned forward to get a better look at the sky in front of him, riddled with birds, crows to be exact. He slowed the car down getting a better glance of the enormous flock that slowly drew in closer. He leant back against the seat taking in the vehicles ahead of him, it wasn't until the shots that rang out in the air that he started to worry. He pulled to a stop quickly jumping out of his car and glancing around at the people shooting at the swooping crows.

"Infected...shit," he swore quietly as he glanced around the motel. A rusty school bus was being evacuated by a news van after apparently crashing from the blinding flock that had swarmed it.

Carter ran his eyes around the motel taking in all the vehicles, his eyes finally resting on the white van with a mounted gun. His first thought was, how the hell they managed to mount a gun on a common van, his second however was running towards it and scrambling up the ladder.

He took a few seconds to get his balance before grabbing the handles of the mounted gun and squeezing the handle clutches. He was slightly surprised when the gun started spewing flames at the birds but he didn't have time to stay surprised as he dragged the flames around the open motel area roasting birds that were in the radius of fire.

His heart was hammering in his chest; his arms were burning at the amount of strength it took to pull something as heavy as the solid steel mounted gun around in circles as fast as he could. It wasn't until the gust of wind that had caught the fire and drove it towards the man trying to hurry a young woman along to safety that Carter's breath hitched and caught in his throat. He was afraid to blink in fear that if he did he would find out it wasn't his imagination playing tricks on him. He felt all eyes rested on the man and woman as the fire neared, the man using his own body as a shield.

Carter closed his eyes for a split second ready to block out the screams of pain. He opened them after a few seconds of silence; the flames had stopped their reign of destruction mere centimetres away from the man and woman.

A glance to his right and he had his answer to the unexplainable question. A tall blonde haired woman stood a fair distance away from the man and the woman staring intently at them, a small breath from the woman was the only thing to break the silence that had enveloped the convoy.

Carter ducked with every other occupant who was still outside their vehicles, flames erupting from the sky bringing with them hell as they encumbered the flock of infected crows above. He glanced shocked towards the blonde woman who was slowly rocking from side to side giving her that exhausted look as she continued her fire assault, commanding the fire in directions he never thought was possible.

He watched her glance up at the fire storm her look switching to one of utmost concentration as the flames defied natural formation and refused to be fazed by any natural obstructions. It wasn't till the ashes of crows that fell to the ground did he notice the flames had stopped and the woman had collapsed into the man's arms, the fires embers no longer existing...just the woman who had controlled the natural wonder.

Okay I hope you enjoyed this chapter I know i enjoyed writing for my OC character. Next chapter will be up once I've finished writing it.