*The beginning of the chapter is a flashback, I might do one at the beginning of each chapter until a certain point. Also I would like to thank all my followers and viewers to this story.

-Mrs Sherry Muller*

Chapter 4

Just another day in the life of Chris Redfield

Government Research Center, 1999

Andrea was working in the lab, late that night. The night, the men from the head office came down with the little girl. Andrea had only worked in the lab for 3 months. She had been considered a rookie but, she was a prodigy. Andrea was analyzing samples that the recon team had collected from Raccoon City. The men had brought the girl in around 11pm. She looked unhealthy to Andrea but, it was Andrea place. She had work to do and the little girl was not her assignment.

But, Andrea had listened in on the conversation the me and her supervisor, Don Hanks had.

"The director has informed us that this division is to take care of Miss Birkin." One of the men had said to Don.

"Yes, we are going to extract data from her tissue and analysis it. To figure it out why she has that mysterious ability." Don had said. This intrigued her. What mysterious ability? The men had passed the girl over to the scientist. The scientist had lead the young girl into her personal laboratory. At around 12, Andrea had entered his office to show him the results of her research but, when she entered she didn't find what she was expecting.

The young girl was laid across a table with an I.V piercing her arm. She is unconsious and looks quite pale. Andrea was shocked. Don had been taking blood from her to analysis but, he was taking to much.

"What the hell are you doing?" Andrea asked as she came face to face with her supervisor.

"I'm taking the sample." Don said without any type of remorse in it.

"You're taking too much!" Andrea said tying to push him out of the way so, she could unplug the I.V.

"We need this data to understand the G-virus." Don justified, getting in the way before she could unplug it.

"You're going to kill her." Andrea said pushing him out of the way and carefully pulling it out and bandaging it up.

"She can regenerate her wounds." Don defended as Andrea checked her pulse.

"She can't regenerate them fast enough." Andrea said as she looked down to a letter at her feet. It had a seal with the Umbrella logo on it. She leaned down and picked it up, then turned towards him. Don pulled a gun out of his pocket and pressed it against her forehead.

"Be quiet and come out to parking lot." He said as she began to turn and walk to the elevator. Don had been apart of Umbrella, she couldn't believe it. He lead her down the stairwell into the parking lot. In the lot. He stood a couple of feet from her and held the gun up.

"I'm sorry it had to end like this, you're a brilliant scientist and you could of joined us. You could of perfected the G-Virus." Don said.

"Go to hell!" Andrea yelled at him as he shot her in the chest. She fell to her knees and choked. Don dropped his gun and started to walk casually away. Andrea crawled towards the gun and picked it up and aimed for his head and shot it. Her bullet pierced through his head and he fell down to the ground.

She stood clenching her stomach and approached his dead body and pulled the letter out of his hand. It said that he had to kill the little girl, take her blood then escape before anyone discovered they're plan to cause another outbreak in Nevada. She looked down at his copse to the bullet wound and it almost made her barf. She then limps back into the building for help. Knowing she helped a lot of people and saved the life of Sherry, she still felt guilty over the fact she killed a man. And she never forgave herself.

Airplane

Chris sat in seat 32-B on the flight next to Keran Chall. From, what Chris could tell he was a unique character. He wore a black jacket over a black t-shirt with some black slacks. To say he looked dark was an understatement. His hair was black and was slicked back. He had just sat there all flight not looking anywhere, no talking, no standing up to go to the bathroom. Keran just stared at the back on the seat in front of him. It was quite peculiar to Chris but, Chris never mentioned it until. The young woman Naomi passed by. It was the first time he redirected his gaze to something else. And it was her. Chris noticed his behaviour and decided to speak to him.

"Keran, you're acting strangely." Chris had said. Keran looked to him and shrugged.

"I just don't like planes." Keran said plainly with no emotion in his voice.

"You haven't looked away from that seat since we got on." Chris said sounding concerned, he and Keran had talked before they gotten on the plan, he was a good dude.

"I have a lot on my mind." Keran said.

"Like Naomi." Chris had said implying that he liked her. Keran shook his head.

"What no, we've been friends for years and she's like a sister, I don't." Chris shook his head not believing what he was hearing. "I don't."

"Really, not even a little bit."

"No, like I said, sister to me, not that." Keran was defensive about this. If Chris was his sister the conversation wouldn't have ended there. She would of pestered him until he admitted to something. But, lucky for Keran, It wasn't Claire that he was talking to.

"Fine, I believe you." Chris said and for the rest of the flight Chris stayed silent as did Keran.

Shaman's Hut

After the flight, Leon had rented a motel room to crash in for the night before they'd meet the contact. Leon said that the team was free to spread out across the city as long as they lay low. Chris decided to go to the Hut, Jill instructed him to go to for the Shaman to look at the device that Jill gave him. Truthfully, Chris hated himself for doing this but, hopefully it will bring her closure. The shaman's hut was made from straw and had various nicknacks around the entrance.

He knocked on the door of the hut heard a voice telling him to come in. So, he pushed the and then and saw a elderly woman sitting on a wooden chair. She wore a traditional African dress, worn in the west of Africa. The woman smiled up at him with a toothless grin and stood. "Hello, young man" the woman said. She spoke fluent English, most who lived in Mali spoke french.

"Is this the hut of Kadi, the shaman." Chris asked her. She grinned and said.

"Yes, I am Kadi."

"I am here, because my girlfriend Jill Valentine wanted to know about a artifact, she has come to have." Kadi nodded her head and said.

"Where is the artifact?" The woman asked raising her hand waiting for him to place it in her outstretched hands. Chris gently took the beetle from his back pocket and placed it into her hands. She looked down at her hands then placed it on her wooden table and studied it for a good while before a worried look strikes across her face. She stands up and roughly puts it into his hands.

"So." Chris asked looking at her distressed face.

"Leave Bougouni." She told him.

"What?"

"Leave, you'll only bring the monsters here."

"What monster?" Chris asked.

"The monsters of old, centuries ago a leader named Adelaide, a woman of great power found an artifact called the Mwitaji wa wafu, in a tomb. It attached to her and gave her amazing abilities. Then all the dead awoke and followed her and called her the kifo malkia. She ceased my peoples lands and turned them into slaves, fearing the wrath of the Mwitaji. We revolted and kicked her and her demon horde out and threw away the Mwitaji in the jungle. Please leave you'll bring them back." Chris thought she must have been talking about an outbreak but, she said it happened thousands of years ago.

"I don't think that this will bring the monsters."

"Please leave now." She said. Chris looked down at the relict.

"I'm leaving tomorrow in the morning." Chris told her as she shakes her head.

"No, you must leave now, if not she'll-" She woman is interrupted by a blood curdling scream from outside her hut. "Oh no, you have doomed us." She hissed.

"I'm sure it isn't like that." Chris said as more screams are heard surrounding the hut. And suddenly an object blasts through the side of the hut. As the dust flew and temporally blinded Chris a figure came out and grabbed the woman. It forcefully used its claws to rip deep gashes into her chest. She gasps and blood spills out of her mouth as the figure throws her body across the room. Chris looks at the corpse then rushes out of hut into the small alienage. African people were flooding the streets running from the monsters.

Chris remembered that one of his team members was in the area as well. He ran down the street dodging the creatures. He thought that they were the B.O.W's that Leon had suspected the facility was producing. He approached a small building surrounded by a giant garden. Chris pushed the gate and entered once he saw bullets spray from the building to keep the B.O.W's away from the structure. He yelled to the people held up there. "I'm human".

His team member Naomi peeked her head up and glanced at him.

"Chris, come here its not safe out there." She said waving Chris over to the open widow. He noticed that she had blocked all other entrances other than the windows and had set up a sturdy base. Which surprised him that she could make the shelter this quickly. She had busted one window out and that was where she shot from. Chris entered from the window and saw her sitting on the floor reloading a SMG.

"You always bring SMG's everywhere you go."

"On high danger missions involving B.O.W's..." She stands and passes a small pistol to Chris. "Yeah, I do."

"This pistol is tiny." Chris said looking at it.

"Sorry its all I have." She looks at him. "I have contacted Leon and he wants us to meet the contact early so, we can make sure that he/she is safe. He called and made plans to meet up with the contact and we are the closes. The whole teams heading there now."

"So, were heading where." Chris asked as she began to pack bullets in a weaved bag.

"Just follow me and help kill as many of the B.O.W's. And If you have no ammo, you can just punch them." She jumps out of the window and looks back at Chris. "Let's go." She and Chris walk through the town streets which have few to none monsters anymore.

"Where they go." Chris asked as the walked down a sandy street.

"I think that they travel in groups and they've moved to another part of the city." Naomi said as they walked by a butcher's shop. She paused and looked at the shops, she then narrowed her eyes then whispered to Chris. "Did you hear that?"

Chris listened in for any sound she was talking about. Then, he heard a faint sobbing coming from the butcher's shop. Chris nodded his head. Naomi and Chris slowly entered the building. Human carcasses were found on the floor torn into pieces. Behind the counter was where the crying was coming from. Chris looked behind the counter and saw a young woman cowering. She was bleeding from her side and looked just at brink of death. Naomi approached the woman and spoke.

"Do you speak English?" The woman looked up sadly. Naomi got down on her knees and said " Je, kuongea Kiswahili?" The woman didn't respond to that either. "Parlez-vous francais?" Naomi said earning a nod from the woman. Naomi turned to Chris and said. "She speaks french."

"Do you speak french." Chris asked.

"Yes but, I might be a little rusty." She turned to the woman once again. "Quel est votre nom?"

"Justine."

"Justine, nous pouvons vous aider a la securite."

"No. .. vous ne pouvez pas nous sauver, vous devez exécuter maintenant." Naomi's eyes open as she sees the woman begin to choke.

"Chris, I think we need to leave. This type of B.O.W's are contagious." Naomi and Chris stand and back away.

"What?" Chris said.

"I think she's going to turn into a..." The woman stands up and looks at Chris with red eyes filled with hunger. Her fingernails elongate and grow callouses. Her skin turns greyish and her head starts to pull apart through the middle. Long teeth sprout from the sides of her split face.

"Run!" Naomi yells as she pulls Chris towards the door and begin firing her SMG behind them. When they got a to a place where they though that the B.O.W was not chasing them, Naomi said " We, can't trust civilians, they could turn into those things."

"We'll be careful." Chris replied.

"Okay, come on we still need to find the contact." They continued until they were in the town square. "The contact is supposed to meet us here. Off in the distant, Chris spots a woman in one of the streets and notices that she is wearing an tribal style bikini and has a red bandana tied around her wrist. Chris rushes down the street to talk to the mysterious but, also familiar woman down the street. Once he's reached her, he notices that she is wearing tribal paint. He touches her shoulder and is shocked at the face he sees once she turns around.

"Sheva?"