A loud scream sent a shock wave throughout my body. There was a sudden force that pushed me to the ground hard, knocking the wind out of my lungs. With a cough I looked up to see the creature spazzing out on the floor, screeching as it's body changed around. The skin seemed to bubble into different shapes and the claws grew by almost a foot. With a jump it tore out of the room in rage, blood flowing behind it.

The woman stirred from behind and pushed herself up, holding her head in pain. She immediately shook it off and looked around for her gun. The ground shook as the monster approached us, the eyes of my father black. It's legs shook as it stumbled towards us weakly. With a groan it fell to its knees and the skin began to stretch and move around, fixing its wounds.

Once the face was recognizable I searched for a sign of life, hoping he was still there somewhere inside. A cough escaped its lips and blood covered the floor in front of me getting all over my clothes. His eyes met mine and a smirk spread across his face. He winked.

"Dad!" I exclaimed rushing over to his side. A laugh of relief came from him.

"I thought I was going to kill you!" He shouted with glee as a tear came down his face.

The woman gave off a smile while I grinned with tears streaming down my face.

"No, you didn't. You saved me, just the opposite of kill."

With a sigh he pulled me into a hug and held me tight. There for a second everything seemed perfect. I had my dad back, and we were going to make it out. It was a happy ending.

"Thank God..." He muttered, then pulled away to let out another cough. His hand came up and touched my face. "You look just like your grandmother."

I let out a laugh, "Really? Everyone at school would compare me to my French teacher, hahaha."

"You have her beautiful eyes, your fathers hair color and facial structure," he took in a breath. "And your mothers beautiful long hair."

My body went rigid and my breath short, with a forced grin I began to help him up, "Come on, we need to get you out of here."

"Shaylin," he said, taking my hand. "Your mother isn't a bad person."

The thought of him defending her made my eyes water. Here he has been all this time, and not once did he come back. He left us and let her raise me alone by herself. Then she left me for her work. Wouldn't she of found me by if she were looking?

I felt a tear roll down my cheek.

"She abandoned us, left me to die here. How is that not bad?"

"It may seem like that...it's complicated..."

"No." I said, clenching my fists. "There's nothing complicated about it. Actually, in the end, it's pretty damn simple. You don't drop someone you love expecting them to have something to break the fall. Do you know how alone I've felt all these years? Apparently that's not what real abandonment feels like. It feels like getting shot at and never dying, feeling the pain over and over again never to go away."

He wrapped his arms around me and wiped the tears from my face. All the feelings I've held back for years came rushing out at once, giving me the perfect runny nose and puffy eyes. Brushing back the loose strands of hair in my face he kissed my forehead. With a sigh I buried my face in his shirt. "How could you just leave us, Daddy?"

"It wasn't my choice to make." He said sadly, cradling me in his arms. "What's done is done, and nothing can change it. All we can do now is sit here and treasure the time we have had together."

Daddy, it felt good to finally say that word. It's been so long and my mind is still trying to wrap around it. Hell, tomorrow when I wake up it will feel like a dream. But nothing can take away the scars I will have after this. Wait, what did he mean by 'HAD'?

The walls around us let out a low rumble and he quickly helped me up. A monstrous roar came from down the tunnel and his eyes widened in terror. Looking back at the woman who had, surprisingly, sat through all of that, I watched as she took out a new gun that I'm pretty sure she wasn't carrying earlier. Dad looked at me with worry and whispered one word.

"William!"

Hearing the footsteps of the beast I grabbed his arm, making him wince in pain. "We've got to get out of here!"

He looked right past me and at the woman, she looked at him and nodded. I looked at them both and let go of him. A sudden jerk and the woman had me from behind, putting me in an uncomfortable position. He looked at me with sadness then back to her.

"Take care of my daughter."

"What?"I yelled trying to get away. "You're better! We can all make it out if-"

"It's too late, the virus has already spread and soon 'G' will have me. My minutes will end soon."

"You can't die," I screamed at him with tears swelling up again. "I just found you!"

"And I just found you too, but we have even less than that before sunrise. I'm not about to let you die here and now!"

"But-"

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!" He screamed, making me shut up.

Frozen in place the woman grabbed me and held me tight. With her grapple hook she took us to the other side of the train. His legs shook and blood began to randomly seep through again. Stumbling around he turned to face the monster, who looked way different than before. I heard him scream.

"Guys it's not him! It's the thing from earlier!"

Before I could react I was thrown into the train and locked in. Thick shards kept me far away from the window where she had unlocked the door, but to make sure she shot the handle off. Ignoring the shards I finally pooched up the courage to reach through and grab her by the shoulder.

"Who are you?" I coldly asked, she gave me that semi-smirk and aimed up at the balcony above.

With a firm grip on the new gun she leaned in.

"Ada...Ada Wong."

After that she disappeared, and I never saw her again. Rushing over to the other window I saw my dad come face to face with the monster.

While standing there he looked above us where Ada had gone and gave me a smile, muttering something. The monster barreled towards him and and ran his claws through his heart. I gasped in horror and bit my lower lip, suddenly wishing he had transformed.

With a smile still on his face he hit the ground harshly, eyes still sparkling at me. Taking anything I could find I rammed into the glass with all my strength trying to break it. It must have been bulletproof, which made me wonder how Ada got it open. Looking back his lips moved for a second, wasting his last breath.

I covered my face and crouched down, hugging my knees close to me wishing I had been the one dead.

Miley POV

Timmy had been carrying me through the lab area for the past thirty minutes, or at least it felt like thirty. I felt as if I were asleep, my breaths soft and quiet; it was almost peaceful with the pain going away...

He looked down and saw my eyes closing, quickly he shook me back to reality.

"Hey, hang in there. We should be there soon, if that guys map was right." The last part came out soft as we turned the corner into another area of the office. The lab was all messed up with paper scattered everywhere. The only thing standing out was a little sticky note with writing on it stuck to the computer window. He easily sat me down in the chair and reached to check my wounds.

"Timmy, I'm fine." I reasoned with a weak smile. "Just hurry so we can get out of here."

He smiled, "You sounded so hopeless earlier, why the sudden change?" I smiled sweetly, which I will punish myself for later, and sighed. "It was your hope that changed me."

"I'm glade to hear that. It would be nice to do something right for once." He said taking a look at the paper. "Bingo."

"You always do the write thing." I said as he rushed around mixing different things together with the machine. "How do you know what you're doing?" He shrugged, "I got an 'A' in chemistry, so I think I can handle this."

"You look like a scientist." I said jokingly, another cough ripping through my lungs. He chuckled and answered with a creepy voice, "That's the idea...blehhh!"

Before I knew it he was done and the needle was full. I hated needles, and they hate me too. One day I will invent another way to take medicine like this without a needle. I can see it now, Shay and I on the sidewalk yelling, "T-Virus antidote now in little tablets!" While Timmy sits there asleep.

He walked over to me and stabbed me with it. I jumped and rubbed my arm once he took it out. "Ow!"

"Come on, a little needle like that isn't going to kill you." He said with a little dark humor. I sighed and my eyes widened a bit, getting a sudden burst of energy.

"You know what? You can be such a-" Another cough came up and this time blood came with it. Some weird fluid landed on the floor in front of me as I puked my guts up.

Timmy began to freak out and probably thought he killed me. Even though this looks bad slowly I began to feel better, if that makes sense. My vision cleared and the pain went away, giving me more hope than ever.

"Timmy, calm down." I said, slowly getting up. "It's just how the antidote gets the virus out."

"Well, just to be safe." He said, then picked me back up.

This time I let him. My body is slowly getting better, but not enough to walk such a distance. He began to run towards the exit, not about to let it end like this. I smiled up at him, seeing the real Timmy for the first time. My stupid knight and rusting armor. One day he will be the hero and save someone. Maybe that day isn't so far away, maybe it's today.

The tunnel was down to our right and all the bodies of the dead were staying dead. Good.

Honestly, I'm not sure this night will ever seem real. It will always feel like a dream until finally excepted. Shay and I will probably end up crying alone together, while Timmy acts like the tough guy. Eventually he'll cry though, no one can stay locked up forever. Not even me.

"Hey, Timmy?"I asked quietly.

"Yeah?"

"You know it's okay to be yourself and cry, right?"

I heard a sigh followed by a yawn, "Yeah...I do."

After being a couple of tunnels away, we came to a stop and took a chance to rest. He sat me down and we decided to talk about what was next. We're just kids, it's not like we can buy a house and become executives of some big company. We need money for food, shelter, and education. I will never think poorly about school again.

It's going to be weird not seeing everyone from Raccoon High. And where do we go? To a town catering to zombies apocalypse children? No way they'll believe us. But the world deserves to know, all those families who's friends died due to the selfish act of money and power.

Timmy stood up and asked me if I was ready to try walking, with a nod I got up to my feet.

With a smile I gave him a quick hug. "I think it's working!" He laughed and gave me a high five. "See, I told you-"

Suddenly, I threw myself to the ground and puked again, probably loosing ten pounds in the making. If this was what to expect for a while, we're going to need some buckets. Everything I had ate for the past year came up and practically flooded the sewers, something in the waste caught my attention.

"Is that blood?"Timmy asked, bending down to take a closer look. Great, count on Timmy to check out something in someone else's puke. I shook my head, "It's something else-"

All hope inside vanished as pain spread throughout my body. A coughing fit came with it and everything came at me at once. My body began to shake as I collapsed onto the floor with Timmy yelling for me to stay calm. Yeah, stay calm...good one.

This was a terror I had never experienced before. Everyone who had died felt this, they got this right before they died and left this world in the worst way imaginable. And for what cause? Did my parents know the sign affects of mixing the T-virus with they new virus that I was tested on? No, I don't think they did.

This wasn't even supposed to happen! I took the T-virus vaccine, so this must not be the same virus. Both the viruses must have bonded through my DNA. Even then the vaccine should've bought us some time, it should have cured both.

If this didn't work, then I wasn't tested on the G-virus. The T-virus had already been proven successful, so there was no reason to test that. So what was it and what were my parents actually working on? Lifting my hands up to my face I began to cry like the little kid that I was.

Timmy grabbed my hands and held them tightly, "Miley, don't worry." After that, his voice began to raise and his eyes geared up. "We can still make it, your almost there and the exit is two tunnel curves away! Jill and the others got out, and Jake! He worked for Umbrella and can-"

I covered his mouth and smiled up at him. My fear left.

"But, you can't die, Miley. YOU JUST CAN'T!" He yelled taking my hand in his.

"I'll be alright." I said, trying to be brave. The tears won and began to slide down my cheeks. "Don't worry about me."

"But, Miley, I need you!" He cried, pulling me into a hug. He buried his face into my neck. "I've already lost Shaylin's friendship and my family, I can't lose you too."

That's when I realized what I had wanted was right beside. The guy I had always hoped for that would care for me and want me around, give me the time of day, and saw the real me and wanted me for it. I had never really thought about dying young, but if I'm with Timmy, it doesn't sound terribly bad.

Before, I was scared. I didn't want to die, my life hadn't even started. All this fighting seemed to be for nothing and I just wanted to get out of here safely. But when he touched me and I saw him there beside me, all that fear suddenly vanished. I spent the last few years fighting with him, hating his very existence, only tolerating him because of my friendship with Shay. I thought he was the worst, most obnoxious boy on the planet.

That's what I thought.

*So this is a ruff draft but I wanted to post it so you guys can read what's already been planned for the past year. Don't forget to comment,vote, follow, and review!