A/N: A relatively short chapter I guess. But I hope you enjoy nonetheless. I'm having fun writing this, because it sort of follows the movies, and at the same time, it doesn't. Well... obviously. Considering Matt has lived, nothing is going to be exactly the same. But hey, he was one of my favorite characters in the first movie. :) They always seem to kill the amazing characters in this series.

Anyway, I don't own anything.

"Leave the man. He's no use to us."

"But we have our orders. We need-

"We can take one of the others."

"But-"

"Just take the girl."

"Yes sir…"

White light greeted her, stinging her eyes. She was unused to the light after the time spent unconscious, unmoving. Confusion clouded her mind and she began to cough, each breath causing shudders to run up and down her body. Beside her, monitors began to beep rapidly as her heart rate accelerated and the confusion switched to panic. She was alone. Completely and utterly alone in a place so unfamiliar.

It was then that she noticed the wires and tubes. Attached to almost every part of her body, she found herself unable to move without removing them. Slowly, she raised her hand to the wires and began to pull them from her body. She was unable to resist the urge to cry out, and thus she did, as pain jolted through her body. Something wasn't right, she knew. She was totally alone in a room that should be swarmed with doctors or something of the kind. At least, the room looked somewhat like this was where they belonged.

Within minutes, she had the door opened, revealing a hallway just as empty as the room before. A robe hung loosely on a peg beside the door and she grabbed for it, putting it on as she made her way out the front door. The sight that greeted her shocked her for only a second, the streets ravaged and bloodstained. After a brief moment of shock, she drew a deep breath, and began to walk.

As she approached a police car, Alice couldn't help but smile as she grabbed a shotgun. It was happening again… but this time, Matt was alive.

Shots rang off as he ran, blood pounding in his ears. Shots fired meant people. Living, breathing people. His breathing was shallow and quick as he ran, feet pounding on the pavement. They were behind him, so close behind him. It struck fear in his heart, to be so alone in a world that only meant death. If only he could reach the people firing the guns. Perhaps then he'd be safe.

Perhaps then, he'd find a way to get to Alice. He needed to find her, to get her back. The past time he'd spent running. Constantly on the move, constantly searching, but with no avail. He'd nearly given up now as the fight became a fight for his life rather than a search for hers. Thoughts of her propelled him faster, and as the figures of people came into view, he almost cried out in relief. They were the ones firing the weapons. They were real people - real, living, breathing people.

"Don't shoot!" he screamed as three different guns were suddenly aimed towards him. "Don't shoot!"

But the guns fired anyway, and he could only hope that no bullet would hit him. He propelled himself even faster forward, not stopping until he reached the three men. They all looked at him in confusion but said nothing, only turning to aim at those that had followed him. "Retreat!" he heard someone yell. "We can't hold them off long."

"Where can we go?" another voice answered, and this time he recognized who spoke. It was a blonde man who looked as though he was not native to Raccoon City - Russian, perhaps? He noted that another of the three men was bleeding heavily from the arm, while the other two seemed unscathed. Infected, he thought bitterly. We have to kill this man or he'll kill us.

"There's a hospital nearby," one of the uninfected men announced. "Where that helicopter was headed. There might be something there we could use."

"That's suicide-" Matt attempted to interject, but was ignored. The other men nodded in approval at the suggestion of the hospital, and he found himself with no other choice but to follow them. The four slowly backed down one of the alleys, two of the men shooting in front and one behind. In the situation, he felt completely and utterly useless, having no weaponry to aid himself or the others.

They rounded a corner, the only sounds behind the gunshots and the occasional hiss of pain from the wounded man. They were greeted with the same scene on this new street, and he felt his heart stop. There was no getting out of this, was there?

Around her was nothing but remnants of earlier chaos. Alice shuddered at the destruction but was thankful for the stillness of the street. She would soon have to be on the move - but first, there was the problem of clothing. The simple robe she wore was hardly enough to sustain her for any amount of time, nor could it provide any protection. She was quite thankful to find multiple stores nearby the Umbrella facility, both containing the clothing she needed and ammunition she desired. Nevertheless, she gripped her shotgun tightly throughout the whole time that it took to find suitable clothing, dress, and replace her current weapon with other weaponry more suited to her tastes.

Quickly and quietly, she left the shop with one more glance around her. All seemed still for a city ravaged by something like the infection. She walked as quietly as she could down the street, searching for something - anything. It was clear that darkness was soon to fully envelope the city, and that would be far too dangerous for her. The cars she searched had no keys, and it frustrated her. Until… she saw it.

Standing out amongst the array of broken and abandoned cars, a motorcycle. With the key in the ignition. Alice almost couldn't believe her luck. This would be perfect. Not entirely practical, considering her situation, but nevertheless perfect. A grin found its way onto her face as she carefully boarded it. The city may be dead, but this time, she was ready.

Nothing was going to stop her.