Disclaimer: I do not own Resident Evil, nor do I own any person mentioned in this fic. Any relations to people, living or dead, are purely coincidental.
Moonbeam was walking down the street with the unit of armed men following behind her, followed by her brother, Chuck Norris. He was riding on top of Ashley, the dragon-unicorn hybrid, watching their flank in the event of an ambush. As if any zombie could sneak up on them, Chuck knew that Moonbeam would be able to sense them if they were close enough to worry about. When he looked at the men, he realized that every one of them was staring at his sister's ass. "A-HEM," he cleared his throat loudly. All of the men simultaneously started looking around in every direction, trying to avoid eye contact with either sibling. But it was hard to resist looking at her prefectly round ass.
"What is that?" the man with the different eyes pointed at a figure lying prostrate in the road. "Is that a zombie? The figure lifted his head up on the ground and started walking towards them. All of the armed men pointed their weapons at the person walking towards them. Then the figure looked up. He was wearing glasses, had a white mustache and stubble coming in on his face.
"Nope, just Chuck Testa." And with that, the man walked off. Moonbeam just shook her head and continued on. She had of course known that it wasn't a zombie and knew who it was beforehand just by tapping into his brainwaves.
She had decided previously that she would head to the helipad on top of the Raccoon hospital, for of course there would be a helicopter there. It would be inconvenient to the plot if there was not. She could just escape on her flying unicorn/dragon, but that would be far too easy. And that would be boring. Besides, she felt that she needed to help these poor, ragged (and horny) souls escape this city of the dead. After all, life was a precious thing to waste.
Author's Note: So, uh. It's been about 4 years since I updated this, and it randomly came to mind. I know it's not the traditional RE fic, and there are a lot of random mentions of outside peoples, but I enjoy writing it.