Nick froze and his eyes widened as the ton-and-a-half helicopter plunged towards him. However he soon, recovered from the shock as years of training kicked in.

"Patrick, come on!" He yelled as he grabbed his stunned partner and sprinted with him towards the edge of the building.

He could already hear the screeching of metal against concrete as the helicopter's rotor blades slammed into the stone building, followed by the screeching of metal as the Blackhawks motor was overloaded from the impact.

"Ready? Jump!!" He yelled to the lieutenant as he sprung full force off of the roof onto the next building.

The two tumbled in a heap onto the roof of another building, as Nick heard the tell tail sound of the helicopters metal frame impacting upon the building, they had been standing on only moments before…

Seconds later, the Blackhawk detonated in fiery ball of fire, sending metal shrapnel flying into the sky. Nick and Parker ducked for cover as the shockwave passed over them…

Nick glanced up, his ears ringing from the explosion. Slowly he got up, his ACU military camouflage now covered in gray debris. Disoriented, he managed to walk over to the edge of the roof…

The now collapsed building was an inferno. The explosion had blown off the rotors and the roof, leaving only the metal framing of the Blackhawk intact, as flames bellowed out of the passenger compartment and the cockpit.

Half of the street was ablaze, no doubt fuel spilt by the crash crash. Nearby, a group of zombies staggered around inside the inferno, unable to comprehend their situation, they succumbed to the flames after a few minutes…

As the ringing in his ears gradually subsided Nick's radio brought him back to reality.

"Bravo 1 come in… Bravo 1 do you copy?"

"We're here," Nick said into his radio.

"Bravo 1, you need to get out of the area immediately! I have hostiles closing in on your location from all directions, and there's hundreds of them, you have to leave NOW!"

Parker was now standing next to Nick, overlooking the carnage, his eyes wide in terror.

"Roger that Baseplate, we're moving out."

With that Nick turned around picking up his M16A4, shacking it twice to make sure no dust had gotten in the barrel, the last thing he needed right was his gun jamming on him.

As he prepared to leave he turned around and glanced at Parker, who was still standing at the edge if the roof, transfixed at the remains of the Blackhawk. Nick walked up to him, putting his hand on Parker's.

"Come, on lieutenant, lets move."

Parker continued staring at the wreckage of the helicopter, unable to tear his eyes away from the sea of fire.

"Lieutenant, the best thing a soldier can do in this situation is concentrate on two things: the mission, which takes priority, and to survive. That's the best thing we can do right now."

Parker turned, facing Nick…

Parker pressed the release on his submachine gun, letting his empty magazine clatter to the ground, and slapped a new clip into his MP7. After pulling back the bolt back with a satisfying click, he looked at Nick and nodded, "Lets move."

Nick cracked a smile as they continued on. As they approached the door, leading down from the roof, Nick signaled Parker to cover him as he breached the door.

"Three…Two…One…Go!"

Nick kicked open the door, shining his rifle-mounted flashlight into the dark building. Nothing. He slowly went down the stairs, surveying the first floor. It seemed to be a bar; behind the bar-counter were shelves, stacked with a plethora of liquors, beers and other alcoholic beverages. There was even a dartboard in the corner. However, there was something eerie about the place. Half-full glasses were still standing on the counter, some of the chairs where tipped over, and some a broken beer bottle lay on the floor.

So much for the night out… Nick thought as he continued toward the front door.

Cautiously, Nick looked out of the window. In the direction of the RPD building was a sea of fire. Dozens of zombies were still wandering into the flames, no doubt attracted to the roar of the fire.

Dumbasses… guess curiosity gets the best of them.

Nick glanced to the right and froze. The street crowded with zombies wandering towards the crash site, and dozens were right outside the door. An even larger crowd began to form farther down the street.

There's easily a hundred of them.

"Captain, there's no back exit" Parker said as he walked up from behind.

"Damnit!" Nick cursed under his breath. "All right we're gonna make a run for it, stay close and fire in bursts, and remember: aim for the head."

Parker nodded and readied his submachine gun.

Nick placed his hand on the doorknob, "Ready… Go!"

He flung open the door, shooting two zombies in the head that stood directly in front of him.

"Parker, clear left!" Nick shouted over his shoulder.

As Parker began to engage infected on the left, Nick turned his attention to the growing number of zombies to his right. Nick, trying to conserve ammunition as best he could, fired in bursts at the infected. Each round hit its target dead-on, sending the 5.56x45mm round tumbling through the zombies head.

Going around was pointless; there were too many infected gathering farther down the road. Nick settled on a shortcut: a cobblestoned side street, which would lead him straight to his objective; the Circular River.

Finished clearing the path to the side street, Nick turned around to see Parker, kill his last zombie, the recoil from his bullets pushing it into the inferno.

"Parker, this way!"

Nick continued onward toward the cobblestone street, moving as quickly as possible, before the crowd of undead caught up to him.

He entered the side street, a small street area dotted only by the occasional back door from some of Downtown Raccoon City's numerous diners and bars.

One of these doors was a crack open, oddly just open enough just to get a soldiers attention. The door wasn't wide open, which would have indicated that someone fled through it in a hurry, but it wasn't closed enough to be an accident…

Nick slowly moved towards the door, sticking as close to the wall as possible. As he came within two feet of the door, he could clearly hear the sound of heavy, inhuman breathing coming from inside the building. Before he could move back, the door slammed open, and something rushing out at Nick.

Stepping back from the door, Nick slammed the butt of his rifle against the creature's head, tearing off part of its decayed skin in the process. The creature reeled back fro the blow, just enough for Nick to indentify it. It was a zombie, no doubt, but something about it was just wrong. Its skin was a dark red, as if its pores were venting blood, and instead of fingers, it had sharp claws.

Before Nick could snap up his rifle to put a bullet in its head another one stormed out of the door at Nick. The creature grabbed Nick by the arms, its claws scraping against his knife-resistant armor. As it was about to bite him in the neck, Nick one of the kicked creatures legs in a sweeping motion, causing it to lose its grip and stumble backwards. Before it could react, Nick pulled his razor sharp K-BAR combat knife out of its holster and stabbed it directly into the creature's skull.

Before Nick could appreciate the effect this had, the first creature that had rushed him, charged again. This time, Nick was prepared.

"Oh no you don't" Nick said as he snapped up his M16A4, he fired a three-round burst point-blank at the creature's head, blowing it cleanly off…

Alyssa watched the spectacle on a projector in one of the many "Operation Rooms" in the building. Designed specifically for the observation of new, untested B.. From here she could watch everything that was happening in the hellhole that used to be a quiet little mountain town.

But all that mattered too her was that she didn't have to worry about getting eaten alive. Here, she could observe all she wanted to, with a live, uninterrupted feed from a military-grade spy satellite.

On the computer screen in front of her was a picture of a smiling, 17-year old male in military fatigues. Various other computer screens showed, DNA, vaccinations, allergies, and various other pieces of medical data, which were crucial to the project succeeding.

The automatic doors behind her hissed as they opened, and in walked her boss.

He was of average height and had blond hair. Though Alyssa didn't know his age, she had guessed that he was somewhere in his mid-thirties. He had the odd habit of always wearing dark sunglasses, whether he was outside or inside.

"And, do we know if it's him?" He asked her.

"I can't be sure sir. The satellite can't get a good look at his face, but the way he fights, dividing targets with his partner, sticking only to headshots and keeping a distance from those infected, it's almost as if he's been through this before."

Her boss bent down over the computer screens, analyzing the data.

"I also have some footage from a few minutes back." She paused, showing her boss the recording. "He defeated to Crimson Heads singlehandedly in close-quarters. His reflex time are without a doubt much higher than average."

"Its him." Her boss said sternly. "Begin the operation, drop in a carrier and infect him with the virus. Call me, when the carrier is in position."

And with that he waked out the door.

Well I guess its show time. Alyssa thought as she punched in the code sequence that would begin the operation.