The following chapter is not yet finished completely. There are still some final parts that I wish to add, plus there are many more chapters of parts still to come, including my OC, Claire's reappearance, and the flashback of Steve's rescue!

That being said, it is not fair to you, those few remakning fans I may or may not have (for obvious reasons) to keep waiting months on end for more cobtent and expecting such little results. Therefore, I will publish here what I have finalized and hopefully you will stay tuned for future chapters.

Until then...

1-8: The Escape

Leon and Ashley sprinted to the doorway to their salvation. As the structure began to crumble around them, the stairs beneath them suddenly began to give way as they reached the bottom.

"Gah!" Ashley cried out leaping forward and clearing the gap, grabbing Leon's hand for life as he pulled her up with his "good" arm to his embrace.

"Even now..." Ashley thought with emotional tears in her eyes, although they were minutes away from certain doom in the last place anyone would have suspected, Leon kept her safe.

"Graaaa!"

Ashley's tender moment with her savior was shot lived however. Grant it, she had saved his life too with the anti-virus.

...or at least she hoped.

In the large burning loving room of the Camp David she had once known and loved, this destruction of furniture and pit of zombies, her loved ones and friends, was all that separated Ashley and Leon from the exit, still locked with a green card.

All of the reflex training was boiling over him as Leon's reflexes were on par with a professional athlete, using his mutated arm like a third leg at times while at others shoving the enemy out of the way, pulling his protectee along with his other since there was no ammo left in his gun anyway.

Ashley held on for her life, but eventually lost her grip as Leon reached the exit. Se tossed him the keycard as he called out for her to look out behind her. All in that same instant, as she spun back around with the greatest of eaae and grace, she swung her arm wide just under the neck of an enraged burning corpse. Partially punching its' chin, the main damage was with Leon's knife slitting the throat of her undead assailant.

Leon couldn't help but smile at how far she had come, swiping the card to unlock all safety locks on the metal doors.

... And piercing the heart of a lunging zombie with his bare hand!

The adrenaline...

...the power behind the arm...

It was amazing...

"...Leon?"

...it was exhilarating...

"Leon!"

Addicting...

"Hu?" Leon was shoved into the wall and was about to crush a skull when...

"Eii!" Ashley squealed inside of his grip, the other fist inches away from punching her head clean off with his slimy claw.

Leon stared, glaring into those scared eyes, of the person he was suppose to be protecting... then in total remorse as he saw what she had pushed hum away from. The security override was a success, but they would need to run for another exit, as this one had just been pinned with debris.

Just like Leon would have bern if Ashley hadn't saved him... again...

Leon was too lost in thought and sorrow to see Ashley thinking on her feet, now free of his nearly horrifying grip. "The pool!"

Now it was Ashley yanking a befuddled Leon along back through the living room to now what was considered the entrance of the kitchen alongside a log dining room table... where the dead looked up from their meals.

Turning the other way to run for the screen, the large abomination from before burst from within the confines of its' frozen prizon.

Even Ashley was now again frozen with fear, as the behemoth blocked their last chance at a means of escape.

The chef was back!

"No." Leon said. Quiet but yet firm. Not A cry of sorrowful deffeat or despiration, but rather that of defiance.

As Ashley managed to pull of some more impressive footwork herself (all in heels mind you for fear of stepping onto something hazardous) to dodge and make her way through the final zombies by countering their lunges at her warm flesh, Leon began a slow and determined but wildly continued to run forward, leaping up and punching the beast down onto the collapsing table, soon after covered with the ceiling colapsing and fallen debris.

Leon wanted to call out in triumph "i am a man."

But... he wasn't. Not anymore.

As the rest of the building finally began to give way, Leon and Ashley dove through the glass door into the pool, submerging as flames engulfed the surface.

Leon broke the water's surface first, and his face was instantly engulfed in the massive heat coming from the burning complex they had just escaped certain death from.

Or so Leon hoped...

Suddenly, he realized what was missing! Deja vu struck again as he called out for Ashley in the water, albiet this time there was no jet ski... or any real escape plan or vehicle for that matter Leon could see, nor was there a bright sun and rainbow like before either. Everything around was doom and gloom. The pitch black empty land around them gave a feeling of isolation and hopelessness, while the sight of Camp David burning all those dead bodies emitted a sense of sorrow and nausea.

"Maybe its' best..." Leon thought "...that she died now... rather than be bombarded by the government contingency, starve to death, turn, or at the very least be quarantined for the foreseeable future until they figured out what new strain of the C-Virus this was that seemed to ignore all immunities and cures discovered.

Especially Leon. This was the second time he had been directly infected by a virus, but instead of a parasite restricting him, he felt no limits, no pain... and that scared him far more.

Oh,'and his arm had mutated into a purple monstrosity. He'd be amputated if not terminated or studied for...

HIS ARM!

The dark color of the water he now realized was not from the night sky but rather an oily chemical emitting from his skin there where he was infected!

Worse, Ashley had just surfaced from the water and was now dangerously close to the pollute water! She was unconscious and seemed to not be breathing.

Leon quickly wrapped his ruined blazer around the tainted arm. Taking Ashley in the other hand, he struggled to swim to the edge without using either of his hands for fear hiding Ashley in the mutated hand would be worse than drowning at this point.

Leon soon realized that he could now stand up and struggled to what was left of the dock. He laid her down and cleared her airway as best he could, literally with one hand tied behind his back as he attempted to revive her.

Struggling to perform CPR on her chest with just one knuckle, he was doing his best to hope and pray for her safety. Even at the cost of his own life, which by now may already be essentially over.

Leon had gotten lucky time and time again. This had been a real asset to himself and the people around him. He was strong! He was reliable! He was... tired. Exhausted. He could never back away; his own sense of honor and duty would not allow that. He often considered the posibility that if he ever became infecte what he may have to do to himself to prevent the plague from spreading to innocent people. Maybe this was just what he needed. A godsend. An excuse to end it all...

But first things first. As much as he didn't want to do what he felt he must around a conscious Ashley, he would rather her be traumatized, as painful as it sounded in his head, than dead. Ashley was a survivor much like he was, but had learned so much and grown so strong and independent since Europe.

She could have her while life ahead of her! He couldn't...

"If this doesn't wake her up," Leon said to himself jokingly

"Nothing will." The reality of the situation began to sink in again at those words.

After several compressions between her breasts, Leon finally did what Ashle had been dreaming of since after they met.

He lowered his lips to hers and blew...

...nothing...

"C'mon Ashley..." Leon grunted as he pressed down several more times.

Please let this just be a dream...

A prank to make him kiss her...

Anything but...

**cough cough**

Water sputtered from Ashley's mouth. "Ashley!" Leon quickly turned her onto her side to let the liquid out.

Eventually, she rose to her feet, getting a pat on the back to get whatever might have been left out. (Leon used his normal hand of course, out of an all to realistic possibility that for all he knew and could control it could pierce right trough her spine on accident.

"You okay," Leon asked, almost paternally.

Silence...

"Yeah," she finally replied "I'm fine. Thanks Leon. Again."

"As always," she continued "for saving my life."

Leon chuckled, to Ashley's puzzlement, despite the levity it provided for the mood.

"I could say the same thing right back at you too," he finished.

This meant the world to Ashley... despite all that happened.

Leon and Ashley leaned on each other, bettered and beaten, as well as soaking wet. Both water and blood dripped from their ragly bodies (not all of it their own.)

Something else seemed to be oozing out of Leon. It was dark and gave off a feeling that it could repel all life around him away if he left unchecked. Ashley could feel it to.

It was anger!

Anger over friends still in Camp David.

Anger because of the events in Raccoon City, as well as viral outbreaks and epidemics all over the world. Anger for those like Ashley and himself whom had suffered and been in a state of constant fear and paranoia. This was now personal!

For Leon, he no longer wanted justice, closure or to move on: he wanted revenge!

No fear.

No pain.

Just Anger.

Fear...

That's all poor Ashley could really feel now. Not the uncertainty of her life, but rather that of the future. Was there still a future left? After all this time, despite all of the training she had endured to better herself, her closest family and friends were now being cremated, neither alive or dead, nor were they given a choice in the matter.

They were murdered...

No, theirs was a fate worse than death.

...and Leon was going to make them pay for it, no matter how he did it, no matter who it was, and no matter what the cost.

Ashley could feel how tense yet firm at the same time Leon's grip was on her as they limped desperately to safety alone in these infested, burning and dark woodlands that once housed a home away from home to her as the presidents' daughter, now a wasteland that reeked with a touch of death.

His grip felt like it would attack whatever movement... whatever motion... that dared to cross their path with the strength and impact that of which the likes of could shatter boulders. (The non-mutated arm!)

By some miracle... No... that word just simply didn't fit in here in this life anymore.

By a strange fluke or twist of fate, one of the only cars still intact was Leon's Jeep.

As they leaned on each other limping towards their salvation, Leon also realized that his keys had remained in his pocket this whole time! Nonchalantly, he pulled them out and pressed the button to unlock their means home, like this was all just another bad day at the office in which after a hard day's work was now finally over...

It wasn't

Not by a long shot!

In fact, pressing that remote may seal their doom!

*boop!*

Ashley swiftly leaned up from her moment of sadness and weeping for the loss of her lived ones, exiting her trance at the surprise noise of a car. She wasn't the only one!

Out of the flaming debris and rubble came four Kobra Hunters! The eyes on the bak f their head now leaned forward (looking up) towards Leon and Ashley just enough to see them from atop their shoulders. Fangs and claws extended and rattles echoed to the hissing of their muscular bodies in the night!

Leon as Ashley stood motionless, turned in their direction now, in realization of what now was likely about to finally happen: their deaths.

Their hands were still intertwined.

It was literally now or never for Ashley to say it.

"Leon," she began in a feminine gasp of desire and exhaustion. "I..."

Leon motioned with his finger across her lips.

"Yeah, I know..."

As their killers bent leaning down to leap and strike, Leon and Ashley began accepted their sealed fate with a kiss of death.

*woooooooBOOOOM!*

Their faces separated inches apart of contact. A missile had just struck the building, likely as faster insurance to prevent a viral outbreak before the carpet bombing Leon predicted.

Yet, if there was any miracle to all this, at least not all of government had been together publicly for this inaugural party, only those closest to the once Vice President. Now President, if he survived.

Oh, and they had been saved at the last second.

Unfortunately, their celebration of Ashley leaping up in joy, arms in the air with Leon's fingers still intwined with hers and going bold after this all by kissing his cheek, movement began to come again the remains of Camp David below.

"Where are they all coming from!?" Ashley yelped in horror.

"Let's go Ash!"

Leon drove like a bat out of hell (quite fitting) to reach the emergency coordinates nearby for their extraction. If anyone else had survived, they would likely be heading to a private runway nearby, recently installed for none other than Air Force One.

Ashley panicked as she could see purple hunters on all fours in a dead sprint towards them!

Not thinking clearly and putting down the car window, Ashley retrieved her gun and shot behind them at pursuers.

"Aim for the kneecap!" Leon yelled, smashing trough his own windshield as one leaped up in front of them cutting them off. He went to shatter the side door to get a better shot... only to lnoxk the door off its' hinges in adrenaline with his own purple arm, hitting an enemy on their left flanking them with the launched door.

"Always wanted a Jeep without the doors."

This joke was just enough for Ashley to smooth things out and take away from the stress in this now surprisingly normal sort o situation. With her nerves cooled off, she easily hit the right leg of the one in front of the pack, causing the rest to be tripped up behind.

Leon shot the blocking lizard in its' side, making it leap to the other in reflex and for the Jeep to zoom right on by it, but not before a raging Leon ripped its' exposed heart from its' exposed chest.

Leon turned facing Ashley briefly, nodding to show his praise. She was facing him smiling with running mascara, ruined hair, busted dress shoes and a dress soaked with blood and grit, a gun in her right hand and smiling.

Happy, she had never looked so much better!

There was another face quickly approaching though too!

Ashley squealed when the other door was torn clean off and the giant snake head leaned in to bite her neck. Time seemed to slow down as Leon detached his seatbelt, swerved the car towards the beast and delivered a powerful kick with the momentum concentrated into his right leg.

Leon was able to bounce right back from the momentum's equal and opposite reaction of the foot hitting the body hitting a tree close behind it, but the car had now been headed directly for its' own tree!

As the airbags deployed, Leon's exposed leg pierced the front windshield, now caught in the glass with him yelling in pain, watching Ashley scream at the top of her lungs from pointing and now being forces back with her own air bag to the side of her face!

Leon forced his leg out from its shackle, but could no longer put any pressure on either foot to drive.

"You O.K. AshlAAAGH!"

"Here," she insisted, leaning over to help "Give it up and let me take the wheel.

I'll drive you shoot...and shift."

As they recovered, Leon put it in reverse for Ashley, who leaned behind with her arm on Leon's headrest and her chest in his face. "Ahh!" She pointed at the horrific sight of four or five Hunters closing in the distance on them with speeds unheard of.

As Leon prepared to shoot with his roght hand and shift with the left, he felt the acidic substance pour from his arm like sweat. So in a crazy position, Leon shifted with his right hand in the passenger seat and could smell the metal of the gun corroding away as e shot with his right.

Bot thinking clearly, Ashley saw another Hunter on the side of the windshield atill intact "Leon, do you mind if I..."

*smashhhhh*

*Bang!*

"...thanks."

Leon tossed the gun away, splattering in the face of a hunter with a silver splash. Just as he asked for Ashley's, his radio picked up a call "...repeat, is their anyone else out there, this is your final chance to evacuate before we take off!"

In a desperate attempt, Ashley grabbed the mic from the consul and held it out to Leon with one hand while shooting with the other extra pistol Leon kept in the glove box and steering with one foot with the petal to the floor.

Now out of bullets with at least six hostiles directly behind them, Leon jumped into the backseat with the car steady in third gear.

Like a real secret agent, he ducktaped some cleaner inside his car into the carying compartment in the back door, covered it with some of his new arm slime for good measure, tossed the cigarette lighter into the crevice and shoved with all his might!

The door collided into the already charred mutant survivors and ignited into a ball of fire, stoping them finally dead in their tracks!

From the plane entrance, nothing could be seen for miles but flames. Finally, they got the mandatory call to take off.

"That's it, we're out of time. Let's go!"

As the door was pulled in, the watchman saw out of the corner of his eye a humanoid shape leaning on another, too organized for zombies. "Look!"

A brave young girl in a ruined party dress was lifting a man over her shoulder by his arm, the other wrapped around his suit jacket like a cast and sling!

Agents on the runway escorted Mrs. Graham and Agent Kennedy were escorted and carried onboard the plane.

...

Just as they passed the stairs, if someone were beneath them as they flew off, they could see a sort of purple tumor-looking egg attached under the wing.