Rebecca and Jerico wandered about through the frozen forest, hoping to find another member of the team, or to find a clue about this possible crisis. They decided to head to where the helicopter crashed, to see if anyone was there.

"…Jerico?" Rebecca called his name.

"What?"

"Why do you think this whole thing is starting again?" She asked.

"I don't care. I just want to take it down." Jerico stopped walking.

"…What?"

"You hear that? It sounds like… a roar." Jerico began to walk backwards, looking for a monster.

(Stupid! You're supposed to run AWAY from the monsters!) She tried to run after him, until a white mist covered her view. (What is this stuff?!) Rebecca couldn't find her way through. She was trapped.

The man put on his winter coat and zipped it up to his neck. He looked at his hat and decided that it probably wasn't going to snow today. He grabbed his hunting rifle and inserted two shotgun shells in the slot, and he brought ten extra. He walked out of the hidden house in the forest, and decided to go hunting.

(I bet I'll find nothing. Again.) At the sight of any black dots in the distance he pulled his gun at, but he still found nothing. (Damn it, maybe I should head back…) The man walked back to his little old house and went to the desk right next to his bed. He opened the drawer and pulled out a few pictures.

"Heh, it's been a long time since I looked at these." A roar sound appeared right outside the man's window, so the man quickly grabbed his gun and ran out of his house. Then, a white mist enveloped his vision. He soon became annoyed, then, he heard the roar again, and focused his sights on where he heard the roar. Some sort of monster pounced at him, at he shot it in its face as it flew towards him, and green blood splattered, and the white mist disappeared.

"What the hell?" The man checked whatever he shot, and then it jumped on him, but he held its head back to keep it from biting him. The man reached over and grabbed his gun, and shot the thing's face. "Damn." He got up quickly, and looked at the corpse.

"Get off!" The man heard a yell in the distance, and ran towards it while reloading his gun.

"Get off!" Jerico held the monster's head back as it tried to bite him. From this angle, it looked like a growling dog mixed with a tiger's features. "Help Rebecca!"

"I can't see you!" Rebecca kept running, trying to find a struggling Jerico. "Stupid fog! Where did this stuff even come from anyways?!"

"Hold on! I can help!" A man's voice echoed to Rebecca's left.

(Who is he…? And why does he sound so familiar?) Rebecca ran towards the voices of the mystery man and Jerico. She found her way through the mist. (What?!)

The man grabbed the monster's neck and pulled it back, allowing Jerico to pull out his gun and shoot it in its face. The thing is… He didn't. Jerico ran away into the mist. Leaving the man and Rebecca to deal with this thing. The monster broke away from the man's grip, and pounced on him. Rebecca ran up to the both of them and kicked the monster, which drew its attention. Using the time that Rebecca gave him, the man hit the monster with the hunting rifle, got up, and shot it, until it stopped moving.

"Jeez, I didn't think it would stop moving…" The man panted as he turned to Rebecca. "Hey, my name is…" The man stopped short and his hand didn't raise to shake.

"…Billy?" Rebecca had a face of awe.

"…Princess?" The man smiled.

"Don't call me that!" Rebecca retaliated. "You went to Canada?"

"Not right away. Since that night… I had been travelling. I figured getting into Canada was my best bet, so I walked." Billy admitted.

"So, I see you broke the law." Rebecca smirked.

"It… wouldn't be the first time." Billy scratched his chin.

"Hm? What do you mean?"

"That's… for some other time. Right now, I think we should figure out where your friend went." Billy looked down at the monster. "…And we should figure out why the hell these things are being created."

"That guy and I were searching for the rest of our team. His name is Jerico… What?" Rebecca became distracted at Billy's confused stares.

"It's just that you look exactly like you did fifteen years ago." Billy remembered.

"You don't look very new either, Mr. Slicked Hair." Rebecca insulted, but Billy just bounced it off.

"Anyways, why are you guys even here?"

"We got word about a sighting of B.O.W.s." Rebecca answered.

"Heh, well, I guess it was true." Billy gestured at the monster they just killed. "…Hey, when we find the rest of your team…"

"If you're feeling lazy, you could head home." Rebecca smirked.

"It's not that. What will you call me when we get there? Right now, I go by Jason Feyknaem."

"…You're kidding, right?" Rebecca stared at him in disbelief. "Alright, fine. If you think that they are going to remember a supposed killer who has been officially dead for the last fifteen years, I'll call you Jason…" She sighed. "…Feyknaem."

"Thank you. Now let's look for your friend." Billy held the hunting rifle in his hands.

"So wait… You kept the hunting rifle but not the shotgun?"

"Yeah, why?"

"…No wonder we almost died that day."