Afraid to turn around I let out a shaky breath. The growl was a bass drone that seemed to go one forever as I gulped. The light above me came back on in flickers, momentarily blinding me. Whirling around I looked over at the large dog. Its insides were hanging around in a jumbled mess along with torn bleeding skin. The animal growled in rage. Blood ran out of its mouth as it licked it's lips hungrily.

"Nice doggie." I squeaked. "Good doggie-"

It barked again making me cringe. Releasing even more drops of blood it stepped towards me backing me up against e K-9 unit car. My breath pace quickened and my face paled. The dog glowered at me, eyes bloodshot and restless. It probably sensed my fear too since it was radiating from me like a bonfire.

Trying to stay clam, I lowered myself down in the most dawdling pace I could muster. I held my breath as my fingers touched the tip of the knife. It fell out of my shaking hands. Different thoughts and ways to go about the situation drove around in circles within my hurting skull. My knife was now completely on the ground and with one strike I'd be dead. Based on the way my night was going so far, I would probably make it out as one of those undead creatures. The dog lurched at me mouth open wide and I dropped to the floor grabbing the handle to the knife tightly.

My arm ached as I swung the blade at its face seeing it go down immediately after. I almost dropped to the floor when I was it get back up. I took in a quick breath before bracing my body for the backfire. Aiming at it's face I pulled the swung the knife quickly again, forgetting to hold on tight. The knife flew from my right hand soaring at the wall. It bounced off and hit the beats in the lungs, falling to the floor. The dogs body shook, then got back up as if it was never hurt. Startled and weak I looked for an escape route. Suddenly I regretted not taking PE.

It inched towards me ready to end it with the final blow and I kicked at it with my foot. After the fifth I threw the back door open and hit the dog with the door. It leaned against the wall as I repeatedly smashed it over and over till it finally dropped to the ground officially dead. Stopping I peeked around to see it on the ground. With a sigh, I tried to calm myself.

This is when Timmy's humor would be helpful. What would he say... probably something like, "Is a dogs head naturally that thick?".

Pulling the back doors to the car open, I yanked the cages out one by one so I could get to the front seats. There were at least five of them, and they were all empty. Great, there's more of these things running around. After checking the front seats for dead people, I hopped into the back. I probably won't get pulled over for no adult in the car. The light began to short out again and another growl came from behind me.

Grabbing the back doors I tried to pull them shut, but the cages scattered everywhere in front blocked the way. I picked up a gun that was laying in the seat next to me and squinted to see. The light bothering my eyesight and my head began to ache. I had never had my eyes checked by a doctor, but I've probably needed glasses for years. And the setting right now wasn't helping. Click. The gun was empty.

The black mass crept closer and let out another bark. It's collar had the official police tag on it along with a little mini badge symbol. Seeing this I glanced at the address, getting a road not to far away from here. If I made it out alive, then the police station was going to be my next and final stop. I held my fists up and prepared for one hell of an impact. The dog ran at me and jumped for my face. It's paws tossed the claws out and it drew back to swipe.

Taking a step back, I instantly threw my leg forward and struck the dog swiftly in its side. Yes, IN its side. The blood ran like a river over my sneakers and I felt it run inside my shoe. I heard a bang of tiny tin cans then a whimper. I used this as a chance to leave and took off down the alley before it could come to.

Smiling I used every bit of my hope to sprint my way out of there. Pain shot up my left foot and throughout my leg as I fell to the ground. Afraid of what got me I looked down to see my foot tangled up in something. Sitting up I felt around my ankle. Wires were tightly clinging to me and cutting through my skin to the core.

"Shit." I cursed, trying to loosen the tangled strings. It hurt to even touch the hot burning wires, and my sore ankle hurt even worse.

A struggling noise came from the truck and with the millisecond of light I had I saw another figure in the back of the car.

My eyes twitched as I looked at the creature. It was hideous! The monster was nothing but muscle, literally, and the brain was exposed over the entire head. I had to cover my mouth to keep me from gagging. It crawled over towards me and I mentally shrieked. ITS CRAWL WAS EVEN WIERD!

An extremely long tongue came out of the things mouth.

I began to fumble my fingers faster trying to free my foot. The wires became tighter and a shocking sensation went through me. Come on, COME ON! Another rustle later and the dog got up again. It's teeth were bared. Panicking I looked around for anything, just anything to defend myself with. They both charged at me and with nothing to do I braced myself for the worst.

The monster lashed its tongue at me while the dog slowed to a stop. The tongue got me in the leg and tore through my thin jeans. Now the left side of my jeans were torn and Miley is going to be spitting fire when she sees this. It's because they were hers and her favorite ones too. Wincing at the pain I tried to examine it, but the wires tightened once I pulled my leg up.

The monster leaped at me and I closed my eyes tight. It was the end. There was no possible way I could live now. The wire sparked and a piece landed on my ankle bunting the crap out of me. A gun shot came from above and my eyes shot open. The monster growled as it flew back into the wall. The dog looked up and a tiny bullet hit its head enough to toss the creature to the side. A loud rubbing noise came from above me and the light went out.

A couple of seconds later I heard a loud bang and a tiny whimper. Everything was pitch black, and with monsters everywhere that could attack any second...thats not the best thing. But you guys know that. A loud hiss came from beside me, and another sting traveled up my arm. I flinched at the clicking noise as footsteps came from down the alley. They came to a stop, and a bullet blasted right in front of my eyes and a loud crash rang through the alley. Wet liquid sprayed on my face and the light flickered back on.

Damn light.

I squinted, my eyes trying to adjust to the sudden brightness. They itched like no other and allergy season was a killer. The news said the pollen count was going to be low today...A woman was kneeling under the light her gun still up and pointing at the dead monster. She got up and brushed off her knee which had rubble sticking to it. She sighed in boredom.

Looking bored, she walked over and took out a knife. She swiftly slashed it across the wires and they snapped apart in an instant, freeing my burnt and bleeding ankle. I sat up rubbing it gently. Blood was slowly dripping down my ankle and a blood line ran completely around it like a tight ring. The woman took out a bandage wrap and moved closer to me. I cringed.

"I'm just going to patch it up." She said, I studied her for a second. Then with a sigh I relaxed a little and let her examine it.

With the bandage wrapped around me tightly I got up on my feet. The woman reloaded her gun and shoved it back into its holster. Picking up my knife she examined it as I limped over to her. and she handed Glancing down the alley towards the car, I inched closer to see the monster more clearly. I bent over and pain went up my leg, she shook her head.

"Yep, that's a sprain." I put all my weight on my right leg and used the wall for balance. "So, what brings you to Raccoon City, especially now?"

"I live here. You?" I asked, whipping the hair out of my face. How can she stand that, all those strands of black hair hanging in her eyes.

Her outfit looked really uncomfortable. It was a small red-pink mix dress that went down to (almost) her knees, and it wrapped in a sleeveless collar around her neck. Her eyes were this golden brown and she was Asian, probably Chinese( No racism intended). "Here looking for someone."

"Who? Your boyfriend?"

The corners of her lips turned up. "Yeah, why are you still here?"

"With the gates locked and the other side of town flooded with the undead, I'm kind of trapped here."I said, trying not to give out my whole life story to a random stranger for once.

"What's your name kid?"

I folded my arms, "I'm fifteen."

She rolled her eyes with a sigh, "Your name?"

I remained silent.

"Come on, I did save your life."

What funny is, she was right. Shit. "Shaylin. Shaylin Mendel."

"I knew you looked familiar. Your mom is Melissa Mendel, the scientist, you look like her." She said studying my facial features. My jaw tightened.

"Do you know where she is?" I asked, she held her hands up, "No, probably outside of the city with the other Umbrella employees."

"Well, that's not it. She would never leave me." I said rubbing my red arm, she glanced at my scratches.

"Don't worry, its not poison. Just a scratch and lucky its just that." She said, "By the way, you haven't seen or met anyone by the name of Ben, have you?" I shook my head and she sighed. "Probably still at the police station."

I looked around and saw that she had came from a little walkway above the light post. It was really high up, God knows how she got down here so fast. Taking out her one of her guns, she shot it up towards the railing. A clamp latched on to the railing as she waited. After loud clank, she waved a quick good bye. I hurried over towards her.

"Wait, who are you?" I asked, coming to a stop several feet away.

She gave me yet another semi smile and pulled the trigger, sending her up in the air towards the walkway. After getting up there, she pointed towards the cages that made a pile against the truck. They were piled in a way that could be used to get over the car.

Turning around I thanked her, but she was gone taking her secrets with her.

*~Miley~*

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I exclaimed, slamming the wooden door behind me. Timmy shrugged and twirled a knife that he found on the table in his hand. Putting my hands on my hips I narrowed my eyes at him, he sighed.

"I was mad."

Storming over towards him I swung my hand back and slapped him across the face. Caught off guard he fell from the hood of the car and landed on the floor. He rubbed his cheek in pain then shot me a look. Shaking my head in frustration I rubbed my forehead, trying not to kill him.

"OH!" I said sarcastically throwing my hands up like I understood everything he had just caused. "Heaven forbid someone makes Timmy mad! They'll just end up being dropped like a box of hot rocks."

He sat up and dusted off his jeans. "Hey! You should know what your talking about before saying shit like that!" Taking the knife he flung it at the post holding the roof up, with a tap it sunk into the wood.

Folding my arms in disgust I shook my head. "Like I wanted to know that much? Every since you met Miley you've been every damn place I go! And look where we are now. SHAY IS GONE AND IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!"

"She lied to us-"

"Does it look like I give a shit? No, I don't! You sent your own friend out there alone to her death!"

"Listen Miley," He said leaning against the table. "If she can take care of herself and keep the dead away from us at the same time she should be fine."

"But that's not a good reason for her to leave. Why would you get mad over something so stupid? And at Shaylin of all people!" I asked confused, then sighed while trying to relax. "Timmy, I...I know your sister and-"

"It's not about that!" He snapped, looking at the ground. He shook his head, "Shaylin, she's changed. She went from being a worry-filled, quiet, go-with-the-flow girl who put others before herself to a kick-ass bitch who's strong but stubborn as well."

But that doesn't give you a reason to be a bastard about the whole thing. I said silently. He is right though, I don't like it either. We're all trying to find ourselves, that's what high school is about. Well, sort of.

"When Shay and I first met, I was that quiet kid in the back of the class. In every class I had people surrounding me, guys wanting to hang out, girls flirting(not that I minded that). English was the only quiet class I had, a place where I could think and be alone. Then I met her.

"She seemed to just light up the room when she walked in, One day we were reading partners, so she began to talk and ask questions. Like I was just some kid. I decided to talk to her again after school, that's when I ran into the high school kids picking on her. Once they started to hit her I ran over and got them away from her.

"After helping her home, we became close friends. Started hanging out every minute, joking and laughing around. Even if I was a jerk sometimes she put up with it, and most of all. She was someone to look after and care about."

Silence fell over us as we sat there. Timmy really did care, he was just hurt. Like a father when he realizes his daughter is growing up, or a protective brother. This is a side of him I have never seen before. This is the real Timmy. I rubbed my forehead and sighed,

"So, Shaylin is the closest you've ever had to a real sister, huh?" I asked leaning against him. He ran his fingers through his hair.

"Yeah."

"So now that she can take care of herself, it puts that emptiness that your older sister left back."

"Yeah."

A smile spread across my face. Timmy is different, he doesn't know it, but he is. His personality is changing, he is getting a new outlook on things, seeing things different than he did before. While I was zoned out he raised an eyebrow at me. "What?"

"This is going to sound weird. But I feel...I feel as if my mind has opened a door that is the real you." I said sitting up, he nodded. "Your right." Then he chuckled. "Small mind that it is."

I jumped off the hood of the car and the color drained from my face, mortified. The moment was over.

"YOU DAMN BASTARD!" I yelled, he just laughed and hopped off the car smiling.

"But I do agree." I shut up. "You do?"

"That it does sound weird and your one hell of an idiot."

"Saw that coming."

"Then why did you set yourself up for those?"

"Just forget it."

"Come on Miley-"

"JUST FORGET IT!"I yelled, he backed up slowly with his hands up. "No need to get all defensive."

Walking over to the post, he pulled out his knife and walked over to a broken window, There were several zombies in the street that didn't notice us as we crawled out the window and turned the corner down the alley. Timmy took out his gun and handed it to me, then got his knife.

"Where are we going? I asked, seeing several zombies coming towards the building. With his hand he thwacked me on the head and laughed.

"Idiot. We're going to find Shaylin of course."

*Authors Note: Okay so I had horrible writers block for this chapter and my (non-existent) writing knowledge decided to quit on me. So I will edit later after I figure out how to make the mysterious woman actually sound like herself when talking. So bare with me here. Please give me your feedback! :)