Zach shifted his eyes to and fro, watching the two carefully. He owed them his life but Zach was a cowardly man, not one to risk his life for others and all he wanted was to get the hell out of here and get home, away from this place. The woman was a red-head, a turn off, and she had the most pained expression painted across her face. Infected… The boy was trying to help her walk, he was concerned and worried. And the boy turned toward Zach.

"Can you help us?" He asked. "You know where the antidote is… don't you?" His soft gaze turned hard and pleading.

"Yeah…" Zach muttered. "But I personally believe it would be safer to put a bullet in her, save her the pain and we could get the hell out of this place."

Zach's hopeful pleads and tempts didn't get through to the boy who merely narrowed his eyes and retorted with a, "Hell no! I couldn't kill Natalia!"

Natalia… what a shitty name… Zach thought rudely but he began to view the situation in a completely different light. If he went with these two, helped them out, pay off this debt to them and then ditch them in the end, he had better chances of surviving. Bio-hazard prevention team huh? Professionals huh? One get's bit and the other one looks like he's still in high school…

"Alright… I could take you to where we hold all the virus samples…" He shrugged.

"Good," The boy said and ushered his friend along as they began to exit the steel doors that were now unlocked. "Zach will take us to get the cure and you'll be better before you know it."

"Milo…" Natalia breathed in agony. "If… if I become one of those things… you'll," she took a deep breath. "You'll take of it… right?"

Milo nodded grimily. "But that's not going to happen." Natalia still looked unconvinced but she went forward, well, limped.

Zach sighed and let the way, unarmed… of course.

Eliza's gaze was fixed intently on the monitor displaying camera footage, not the standard footage because she had her own personal cameras hidden around the place. Eliza found the current turn of events amusing though she expected them to die; mauled by the very beast they killed. Now you see what happens when you cross me, Antoine… The man, Antoine was someone Eliza had arranged to be injected by Drake, someone she wanted dead. And Drake… Drake was good with the killings, the kill and the fight was what he lived for and he'd do anything that involved the fight and kill. For a price of course… Drake wouldn't kill for free or fight for free unless it was personal. Cousins or not I'll pay him for each task he performs and he seems to enjoy this line of work… in fact that favor he wanted… Eliza chuckled and sat back in her chair.

As of right now Natalia was limping toward the viral testing labs along with Milo Ventimilga and that cowardly scientist, Zach Smith. Just another pawn… an expendable asset and in fact it's about time he's expended…

She imagined the three in question would be wondering, thinking, why were they in it so deep? Why were they getting punished and, eventually, killed? It's all just a game… a vile… evil…delightful game and I happen to be in control of the board… so roll the dice, see where you land, see how much longer you live… I can't wait to see the dying lights in your eyes. It seems I've sold my soul to making you suffer…

She laughed bitterly as an image floated into her mind… no a memory.

Eliza was alone in the control room located in Kijuju, waiting for Wesker to give her orders and wondering if Jill could ever be freed. Then he arrived, Wesker himself and he appeared hurried.

"Eliza, Excella and I are making are way onto the ship," He said smoothly spoken and calm as normal.

"Alright," she said beginning to rise from her seat, expecting to board with them though she cared very little for Excella.

He chuckled. "You'll be staying here."

"What!" She cried, confused, "This wasn't part of the plan! What if you get hurt or… killed? You'll need my help!"

He chuckled at the sight. "I promise you I'll come back. If anyone fails to return it will be that sniveling brat." His chuckled turned dark and distorted. "So don't fret, my dear girl. I'll be back." More than words her father could've said.

He never came back…

Eliza's hands curled into fists and her eyes glowed the bright silver of the dark side of the moon reflected off the metal of Wesker's crashed plane, slowly sinking into the lava that had killed the closest thing to a father she had ever come to know.

They're all going to pay!

"Here it is," Zach declared. They had stopped in front of two heavy metal doors with a bio-hazard sign printed over them. "Authorized personnel only" The doors read boldly. Milo had sighed with relief. Natalia was getting worse, her skin cold to the touch, her breathing off and coughing fits occurred often as well. She constantly scratched her arms and complained about her head getting fuzzy and she seemed very distant and confused the entire time. Not a good sign… Milo couldn't imagine shooting her, he didn't think he could. In fact he probably couldn't. Not Natalia, she seemed almost like an older sister, but a friend for sure.

Zach unlocked both doors with a set of keys he had pulled off his belt loop. The doors clicked and Zach pushed them open and ushered them inside quickly; in a hurry to leave, of course. He'll have to wait… we have a job to do…

They entered without protest and got a good look around. The room housed a few tables with microscopes and other tools Milo couldn't put a name to. Papers, files, and beakers, however, he could identify easily. A lone computer hummed to itself and metal cabinets lined the back walls; the other's held charts and incomprehensible equations written on white boards. Zach ran with urgency toward two of the cabinets, the only two that were open and empty.

"No!" Zach exclaimed, horrified and confused. "They're gone! No, no, no! Who would take them?" He looked at Milo, eyes sad and torn. His life's work gone in a heartbeat… Zach's question was answered by a dark, sadistic chuckled from the doorway. Standing in said place was a young man who looked strangely familiar. His hair was light brown or maybe, dark, dark blonde. His eyes were a combination of tan and green, they sparkled with triumph and a silent sneer. His mouth curved into a set smirk, challenging them to make a move. A Colt was in one hand and a briefcase in the other. The colt trailed over all three of them in turns.

"Mr. Ter Borcht?" Zach asked confused. "Why do have the viral samples?"

He laughed. 'We have no more use of them here so I'm moving them. And it seems your little friend is sick." He voice took mock softness. "How tragic… unfortunately for you the Virus K moves swiftly through its host and alters cell structure and so forth and she," He pointed the Colt at Natalia who was shivering. "can count herself among the living dead." He laughed. "And I suspect you'll be her first meal." He turned the gun to Milo and snickered. "And you, Mr. Smith, will run away screaming until I drive this to your head," He aimed the Colt at Zach now. "Then cock it, and then pull it." He broke into a fit of insane laughter.

"Drake!" Snapped a voice from the walky-talky he had sticking out of his pocket. "Hurry up, I haven't got all day!"

"Yeah, yeah you can stop bitching," He mumbled back and gave the three a long cold gaze until turning and walking away.

"Damn it!" Milo cursed. But he was surprised when he heard Natalia laughing. He gave her a concerned look. Was she going into hysteria? But she smile and held up a sample syringe full of a green liquid, the side labeled "Anti-Effects".

"You got it!" Zach exclaimed.

"How?" Milo asked.

"The idiot dropped it when he ran for the door!" They all laughed. "Here, Milo, can you help me with this?" She handed him the syringe.

Now with her wound patched up with some things found in a first aid kit and the Anti-Virus running through her, cleaning the blood of the Virus K, Natalia sat on a crate considering a plan of action. Zach had tagged along but he seemed more of a liability then help. She was extremely thankful that Drake had dropped the Anti-Virus and saved her from becoming one of the living dead. She even pitied those poor fools they shot, roaming and acting on the main instinct, the need to feed. She wasn't sure if they even knew what they had become or what they were before. She shivered as she remembered how close she was to joining them. They had to get out of this place, contact HQ somehow. She tried her head piece again; no signal.

"Milo," She said, "We need to find a radio, contact HQ and tell them this whole place has gone straight to hell."

He nodded and reloaded both Desert Eagles with some clips they found on a dead, previously undead, security guard; he wouldn't need them now. He slipped one into its holster before leaping up to his feet. Zach sat in a corner obvious scared half to death.

"Can I wait here until you guys find a safe path?"

"Sure," Milo said coldly. They had refused to give him a gun not too long ago.

"Can at least hold your knife?" He asked Milo.

"No, that's my lucky knife," He said stiffly.

"What's so lucky about it?" Zach hissed irritated.

"It… it was my mother's," Milo said sadly.

"Oh, sorry kid…"

"C'mon Nat," Milo said and headed off to rind a radio.

They found a hall that contained two zombies and they slowly stumbled toward Natalia, hungry and moaning. She fired, aiming for the head of one, and the bullet lodged into the creature's temple, it fell and let out a soft sigh. The other gave no heed to its fallen comrade and kept coming, and Natalia shot it right in between the eyes. It too fell in a puddle of its own blood.

Who were they? Nat thought, Did they have families waiting at home? Did they have dogs that were still waiting in vain for their masters to return home? These people all had lives and families… and Regeneration took it all away with the prick of a needle… turning them into a creature that should be dead, a fate truly worse than death…

"Nat?" Milo asked concerned. "You okay?"

"Yeah, I was just thinking about how wrong this all is."

He nodded, understanding completely. "Yeah, I know-" But he was cut off by a scream.

"Zach…" They both breathed and dashed back to the man who cried out. A scream of death.

-Ten Minutes Ago-

"So what are we doing now, Eliza?" Drake asked.

"We could always use Fluffy…" Eliza trailed. Then she walked over to a glass door which she propped open and let out a shrill whistle. The thunderous sound of footsteps echoed door the corridor. The owner happened to be a giant mutated rabbit, Fluffy, he was called. The rabbit growled at Drake and almost sprang upon him if it wasn't for Eliza who stopped him. "Don't worry Fluffy, I know you're hungry but I'll take care of that. It stopped and sat on its hunches, awaiting commands.

-Five Minutes Ago-

Fluffy was hungry, very hungry. Fluffy's master told Fluffy to find they food, an order. Fluffy could hear it, Fluffy could smell it in his nose. It was warm and most likely bloody and Fluffy wanted it. Fluffy saw the food and leapt onto it. Fluffy heard it scream but he didn't care, he was hungry.

Zach never saw it coming…

A/N: Poor, poor Zachy... Any way please review!

Me: I was up to Midnight writing this -_-

Eliza: Ha ha

Me: Shut up

Eliza: -Snicker- insomniac

Me:... -_- It's called writer's syndrome