A/N: here we go again. And, from this point on, this story is changing from the other one. I don't own Resident Evil, and this goes Hand-in-Hand with Memories of a Lost City, not original Resident Evil 2.
Note: I came up with Lilly because Lilly/Lillian's my middle name. (This'll make sense soon)

Chapter 1: Waking Up

"Miss...an you hear me...iss?"

I groaned quietly. My hearing was fading in and out, and whoever was talking wasn't helping my pounding headache. I moved my hand to my face, rubbing my eyes, but my movements were sluggish, like my limbs were made of lead.

"Miss?"

Ah. Right. My mystery person. With another groan, I forced my eyes open. There was a man there, a police officer from the looks of his uniform. He had light brown almost-blond hair, a sort of peach-ish complexion, but what struck me most was his eyes. He had bright blue eyes, that seemed so familiar to me. This whole man seemed to scream 'familiar', but I couldn't place him.

"Who are you?" I asked him. My voice was scratchy, like I hadn't been using it for a long while. Slowly, I began to sit up and take in my surroundings. We were on what looked to be an abandoned stretch of highway.

"Easy, there. My name is Leon Kennedy, I'm a police officer."

That name. That name struck a chord, but I couldn't pinpoint it. But, I decided to ask him.

"Have we met before? It seems like I know you from somewhere, or at least I should." I saw him thinking about it for a second, before shaking his head.

"I don't think so. What's your name?" he asked, gently helping me to my feet. I thought about that for a second. What was my name? I thought on it for a long while.

"I... I don't remember..." I confessed. This news upset me. If I didn't know who I was, how was I supposed to find anybody that I knew? "Call me..." What was a name that I'd like, one that I could remember I liked? Ashley? No...that name made me want to shoot something. Claire? Alice? Sherry? No..those weren't right either. Then a name popped out of the blue at me. "Lilly." I decided. It was a good name.

"Alright, Lilly." This man, Leon, was humoring me with this. I wasn't sure if he actually believed me or not when I said I couldn't remember. "I'm just headed into Raccoon City. You need a lift?"

Raccoon City, that sounded familiar too. Maybe that was where I lived. I nodded my head, and we walked to his police cruiser. I got into the passenger-side when he opened the door for me, and he was quick to get in on the driver-side. There was an awkward silence as he started up the car, pulling off the shoulder of the highway.

"So... Tell me about yourself, Leon." I suggested after a few minutes. His gaze flicked to me for a fraction of a second before he returned his eyes to the road.

"What is there to tell?" he asked. Huh. I didn't know. I wasn't very good at socializing. I shrugged at him.

"...How old are you?" I suggested weakly. He chuckled, and I felt my face heating up in a blush.

"Twenty-one." he answered amusedly. "You?"

"...I'm... I'm eighteen, almost nineteen." I answered, not as easily as he had. Then I had an idea. "Say, let's play a game until we get to Raccoon City; A question for a question. It seems to be working up here." I said, tapping my temple for emphasis.

"Why not?" he asked rhetorically.

"Good." I grinned.

By the time we drove passed a sign that said 'Welcome to Raccoon City, Home of Umbrella', I learned that Leon's middle name was Scott, that he was a Rookie cop on his first day on the job, that he was an only child, his favorite color was blue and his favorite food was Szechuan Beef. I also learned that my last name was Amador, I worked as a waitress in a diner, I had three cats named Servy, Ichigo, and Jelly Bean, a twin sister named Vivian, and my best friend's name was Kimberly. I couldn't remember her last name, though.

"...Leon, what's Umbrella?" I inquired as we drove past the sign, wanting to shudder at the small red and white umbrella logo on the sign. Something about it was eerie, bad.

"It's a pharmaceutical company." he replied. I nodded my head. From a distance, Raccoon looked comparatively small, with the other larger cities I knew about. But it was still pretty big, even by that standard. I could see as the buildings grew closer that my first impression was way off; It was actually pretty big. Much bigger than home. I couldn't remember the name, but it was pretty small.

"Is it just me, or is something wrong here?" I asked as we entered the business-district. Leon nodded in my peripheral. "It's like a ghost town..." I murmured. Ice flooded my veins when I saw something else outside. "L-Leon...there's a body on the road."

Leon stopped in the middle of the empty road, and got out to investigate. He held up a hand to signal me to stay in the car as he got closer to the body. My nails dug into my palms as agitation took over my body. My instincts were screaming at me to tell him to get away from the body, and drive as far away as possible. I didn't know why, though, so I kept quiet. My eyes were darting all over, and I noticed he was kneeling down beside the body, now, when I saw something in the alleyway. My eyes widened in horror; it was a man. A dead man. How did I know this? In the dim light from the car headlights, I saw his skin was deathly grey, and his eyes were cloudy and colorless. Aside from that, there was also the distinct fact that coagulated blood was covering him in various spots, and he was lumbering around like a zombie. Zombie! That's what he was!

"Leon!" I shrieked, trying to get his attention as I unbuckled my seatbelt. Opening the car door, I noticed several more were appearing from various places as he turned to look at me. "Get away from the-" the body that he had been investigating was now moving as well, and I pointed it out just in time for him to notice. He skittered back several steps as he noticed the others, just short of being bitten.

"What the hell?!" he demanded. I shrugged through my shaking nerves, ducking behind him a bit. God, I felt like such a damsel in distress! He tried talking to them, and I saw he thought it was some kind of a joke. The smell of rotting flesh and blood told me otherwise as they neared us.

"Forget diplomacy, Leon, I don't think this is a prank!" I exclaimed shrilly. He was holding his pistol at the ready, though clearly reluctant to shoot until one of them lunged at him. The crack of the gunshot was deafening at this close range, and my hands flew up to my ears as the zombie flew back. Leon must have realized it was real when the zombie he'd just shot decided to try and attack him again, and this time he got it with a shot to to the head. I flinched away from the spatters of blood that flew in our direction.

"Run!" he ordered, grabbing my hand and taking off. I stumbled a few times, but easily kept up with him as the undead lumbered behind us. We put as much ground between us and them as possible, but they just kept coming out of everywhere!

"What the fuck is going on?!" I yelled at nobody in particular. As we ducked around the next street, something caught my eye. "Leon, look!" He'd been about to run the other way when I pointed it out to him, but at least we'd ditched the zombies. But there was a truck, on fire, about half a block away from us. There was a woman there, too. And a motorcycle, though that was perfectly intact. And running.

I followed Leon as he sprinted up; whoever that woman was, she didn't seem to know what was going on either, and that could prove fatal. The woman was being approached/attacked by two zombies that were on fire!

"Get down!" Leon commanded. She turned, and did so just in time for him to take the creatures out as the second would have bitten her. She flipped it over her back onto the ground, and looked past the two of us.

"Move!" she shot back, pulling a knife out of her boot and sending it flying right towards Leon's head. He sidestepped far enough for it to cut through the air, and firmly lodge itself in the throat of a former-police-officer zombie that had tried to flank us, and would have succeeded. I stared unabashedly, amazed. Damn.

"Not bad." Leon complemented. I let a grin slide onto my face, even as adrenaline was making my heart pound in my ears and my hands shake. Leon stepped back and turned, approaching the dead zombie to recover the woman's knife.

"I never thought any of this stuff my brother taught me would work!" she said, her breath a little heavy. I let out a breathy laugh.

"Whoever your brother is, I like him already." I joked. She chuckled with me, and I grimaced at the noise the blade made as Leon pulled it out of the dead man's throat, studying it.

"S.T.A.R.S, a special force issue, huh?" he inquired, and I noticed he sounded impressed. Whatever S.T.A.R.S was, it must have been a big deal.

"It's my brother's. That's why I'm here, to find him." she admitted. Leon stood up, approaching the woman. He handed her back her knife when she went to introduce herself.

"I'm Claire Redfield."

Another pang of familiarity as she tucked the knife away.

"Hey. Leon Kennedy." he introduced. Claire looked to me next.

"Lilly Amador." I said shyly. Well, this seemed like a lovely start to this terrifying adventure. Of course something was bound to go wrong along the way, but still, not too bad.

A/N: Well, feel free to throw things at me for how terrible I am. I've barely updated any of my stories, and for that I apologize.