AN: Thanks for the reviews. I agree with the whole Jill thing and I plan to show something like that in later chapters. Oh and I will be having Jill/Chris in this, something they better have in the next film. Also, there might be a little something between Wesker and Alice. It was kinda what I thought at the end of Retribution, I was like 'Wesker/Alice sexy time now'. See how we go. And here's the next chapter.

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Jake Muller stared at the ceiling. A ceiling that was as white as everything else in the room, including the pants he'd been forced to wear for the past however long he'd been here. A young man of about twenty years, he was quite well built from his time as a mercenary, with closely cropped ginger hair and piercing blue eyes. But his most distinguishing feature was the scar that ran diagonally along his left cheek. A memento from a past that he much preferred over the life he was living now. When the outbreak first began, Jake was hired by the government to combat against the rising tide of the undead, but overwhelming numbers forced Jake to retreat and he spent the next few years travelling the country, watching as the world around him fell to the virus. All his life, he had fought for money and now, there was no need for it. At best, he was able to hone his martial art skills, but at worst, he felt alone in the world. He never knew his father and his mother had died in the initial outbreak, turned into the very thing he had been paid to kill. Killing his infected mother had a very traumatising effect on Jake. Apart from money, his mother was the only thing he cared about and now with her gone…

But everything had changed suddenly, when Jake had been in an abandoned outpost, trying to keep warm for the night while keeping an ear out for any signs of the infection. That's when they came, a whole army of combat soldiers storming the outpost. Jake tried to fight his way out, but the next thing he knew, he was in a white-washed room wearing only a pair of hospital pants. For the next however long, he was subjected to numerous experiments, often involving his blood and he overheard the scientists saying something about his body being immune to the virus. Then, he heard them talking about an Albert Wesker and Project Alice, two other subjects who had adapted to the T-virus, gaining numerous superhuman powers from them. But the one thing Jake focused on was that this Albert Wesker the scientists spoke of was apparently his own father, hence why his blood was unique. As he continued to remain at the facility, Jake could only think of getting out and tracking his father down, if he was still alive, and demand some answers. If he was even worth the effort.

The door opened and three men stepped inside. They wore suits and colourful masks, one wielding a stun rod, the other two an H&K MPK5 each. But they weren't ordinary men. From what Jake could understand, they were J'avo, a new breed of creature created by a different virus known as the C-Virus. He knew that his blood had been involved in the creation of the new virus and from what he gathered; this new virus was far more dangerous. Not only were J'avo highly intelligent, capable of planning out strategies and using weapons, but they were stronger than the common zombie or Majini. They also had the ability to mutate in response of physical trauma. Jake had seen some of the experiments in action on the rare chance he was let out of his room and was able to catch a glimpse.

"Time to go," a J'avo spoke in Serbian.

Jake sighed as he casually rolled off the bed and held his hands out. The J'avo with the stun rod approached him with a pair of handcuffs and reached for him, but Jake grabbed his wrist, twisting him around so that the J'avo was pinned against him, acting as a shield for the gunfire from the other two. Taking the stun rod, Jake hurled it at one J'avo, broke the neck of his captive, then flung the handcuffs at the second J'avo. In a flash, he was upon them, slamming punches and elbows into them, until he was able to seize one of their guns and shoot them both in the head. It was a good thing the traditional bullet to the head was enough to kill a J'avo, as Jake found a set of keys and slipped out of the room, MPK5 in one hand and stun rod in the other. Cautiously, he made his way along the corridor, picking up his speed when the doors at the other end began to open. Striking hard and fast, Jake took down the two scientists, then stepped into the room, seeing that he was in a control room, where numerous TV screens had been set up to show different parts of the facility.

"Alright, let's see how we can get the hell out of this shithole," he murmured to himself.

Heading to the screens, Jake had a look at trying to find an escape route, when one screen caught his eye. It was of a holding cell, where several people were being kept in stasis. He knew that this facility kept humans here for experiments and he had even heard of some kind of cloning process that allowed for further experiments.

"So, what do we have here?"

Pressing a few keys, he was able to bring up a list of the captives, but it was three subjects that really caught his eye: Chris Redfield, Claire Redfield and Sherry Birkin, although her alias was listed as K-Mart. All three were listed as top priority and Jake felt the desire to have Umbrella lose their top priorities. It would be one way to get back at them for what they done to him, using him to perfect their virus. Jake began typing away, unlocking their cells and wakening them up, but before he could start on the other captives, all the screens started flashing a bright red, as a siren wailed in the distance and the image of a girl appeared.

"Security breach! Prisoners escaping. All J'avo converge on the prison block!" the Red Queen announced, "Jake Muller has escaped. Apprehend him at all costs."

"The hell, you little bitch," Jake said.

The doors swished open and three J'avo stepped inside, automatically firing their submachine guns, as Jake dived behind the computers, returning fire as he slid over the desk, bullets shattering the screens and to Jake's relief, shutting up the Red Queen. The J'avo kept up their suppressive fire, while Jake waited for the right opportunity. It came when the J'avo had to reload and he dropped out from the side, punching bullet holes through their heads, killing them instantly. Carefully stepping out, Jake found a map of the facility, memorising where the escape point was, as well as the prison block and the locker room, before leaving the control room. On the floor below, he could see the J'avo assembling together, before spying the giant screen on the wall that showed a war zone at the White House in America. There was a list of names in the top right-hand corner, with five people being listed as top priority, but Jake only saw one name that he was interested in: Albert Wesker.

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Meanwhile, down in the prison room, Chris Redfield was on his hands and knees, coughing and shaking, still feeling the effects of being in stasis. His mind was a haze of gunfire and explosions, the last thing he remembered seeing was…her. Just then, his sister dropped out of her cell beside him, coughing and spluttering. Chris was instantly by her side, pulling her upright, as she initially fought against him, but calmed down when she realised it was him.

"Where are we?" Claire asked.

"No idea, but we've got to get out of here," Chris said, "Can you stand?"

Claire shrugged and was helped to her feet by her brother, as another cell opened and this time, K-Mart fell out. Claire saw her friend and rushed to her side, feeling déjà vu when K-Mart initially scurried back from her, but unlike last time, the young woman calmed down quicker upon seeing Claire and a smile broke out on her face. Chris was about to go to the door to get a better idea of where they were, as the door opened and two J'avo stepped inside, brandishing firearms and ordering in an unknown language. Chris put his hands up in surrender, while Claire held K-Mart in her arms, ready to shield her if guns were fired. Just as the shouting intensified, one of the J'avo was shot through the back, the distraction allowing Chris to disarm the second J'avo, his elbow shattering the creature's mask and he quickly pumped a few bullets into its head. Then, he looked up and felt his own kind of déjà vu.

"So, you guys good to go?" Jake said, "Because we've got a fuckload of nasties after us."

Claire and K-Mart joined them by the door and they were about to leave, when the first J'avo stood up with a groan, its left arm spasming from where Jake had shot it. The J'avo cried out when its arm mutated into a long, giant appendage with webbed claws at the end.

"Time to go," Jake said.

He blasted the J'avo with gunfire, before running after the others, taking the lead.

"What about all those other people back there?" Claire cried.

"Well, sure, if you wanna go back there, be my guest," Jake retorted, "I know I'm getting out of here first chance I get. You fall behind, not my problem."

He led them out to a large hanger where numerous Osprey aircraft resided, typing a code into the keypad to lock the door and keep the J'avo out. Chris was the first on board the nearest Osprey, taking the controls and turned the aircraft on, while Jake kept fiddling around with the locking mechanism near the doors. Just as he finished playing with it, the Red Queen appeared on the screen beside the keypad.

"You're all going to die down here," she said, "Initiate self-destruct."

"Fuck you, bitch," Jake spat.

He hurried aboard the Osprey, as Chris began to take the aircraft upwards, a timer counting down on the purge bomb fitted next to the keypad. When it hit zero, it unleashed a massive nuke-like explosion that completely wiped out the entire Umbrella facility and the surrounding area, but thankfully, the Osprey had made clear of the blast zone.

"Damn it," Chris said, "There were innocents in there and she just killed them."

"Where are we going to go?" Claire asked after a moment, trying to relieve the tension.

"Let's go to Washington," Jake suggested, "There's some people we can meet up with."

"I'm sorry, but who are you?" Chris asked, "Have we met?"

"Jake Muller and sorry, but I don't know you at all, so no."

Chris nodded and turned his attention back to piloting the aircraft, unable to shake the memory of glowing red, cat-like eyes and how they wouldn't look out of place on Jake.

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