The War Ends Now

by Onkwehonwe Kashatstenhshera

Following the events in 2013, the survivors of Raccoon City find themselves in Puerto Rico and eventually New York and India to stop new bio hazard epidemics and to catch the one responsible. But what about a menace they thought was gone? How will they survive as the world erupts into a third world war with the virus used as weapons by the world powers in its vortex?

3. The Underground War Of The BSAA

taken off from Return Of The Jedi. I hope it will still be good no matter what happens.

Oh also, I gave Josh a wife and family in this, a wife named Amaka which in the Ibo language means Beautiful. As for the name i gave him in the last chapter,Dike, (Pronounced Dee Kay) that means resilient

Also, in reference to a later part of this chapter, I don't use the term "Hispanic" as i feel that it is a false term for brown indigenous people of the Americas but I realize that most PC types think that's the right terms so i know what a soldier would say in that case hence the description later on. Doesn't mean I would. :P

If you are wonder ing why i think it matters it's simply this. If it's wrong to call African Americans colored or Asians oriental, then it is wrong to call native brown people from the Caribbean, Mexico, Central or South America "Latin" or "Hispanic"simply cause they speak Spanish. Does that make you all Brits? Didn't think so. Also that is why there was the confusion when they dropped Carlos's accent in RE UC. They made him "Native American" which is cool but he could still be that from South America, besides his background says he was a guerrilla fighter in his home country. Just saying...

Ok I'll get off that shit now. So without further ado...yeah I don't talk like that XD. By the way please review if you fav my story! I need feedback. Just saying... all right here goes. I also apologize ahead of time for any typos. My computer is a spaz :P

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Chris/Sheva

They moved through the village trying to maintain a low profile. "Sheva, hold on. Do you hear that?" He held up his hand and she stopped, They could ear shuffling footsteps. They came around the corner, Sheva aiming her Beretta ahead of her. She spotted a man with a wound on his face. Sheva thought he was a zombie at first glass and was going to shoot her but then saw that it was a wounded civilian. The man fell to the ground face down. They saw a few carriers behind them. One of them had an An AK-47. Chris and Sheva took cover as it fired at them, his third eye seeming to stare at Chris just as he got into cover. These things were just like the J'avo. They held their pis tols in one hand on the other side of th e corner they took cover behind. Sheva fired her pistol three times blindly and two of the shots hit the guy. They hit him in the left knee cap. He snarled in rage but kept firing. He stumbled as the rounds went off so Chris fired a round i nto his chest. The man tried to reload b ut Sheva but two rounds in his forehead.

Sheva caught one of the carriers trying to charge at her. She fired three rounds into the chest, this one was a female, a woman with black hair at neck length. Sheva fired another two rounds into the woman's back as she went down, causing the lady to drop her stun rod. A carrier holding a Rifle hit her in the side with the butt of the gun. He then grabbed her and attempted to bite her.

She forced him back and fired the last o f her magazine into his stomach. The man , a stocky but short man with brown skin and black hair grunted as the rounds hit him but other than that acted as though there was no pain. He balanced himself and aimed his M4 at her. Sheva wanted to shoot but remembered that she had just emptied her mag into him. She didn't have time to grab another mag. I've got to try...

Chris fired a round that lodged into the guy's kidney and followed up with an upper cut and sent him sprawling wasted no time and brought his boot down on the wound of the man. The man howled and just as quick as his voice had been raised went back down and he laid on the ground and did not get up. Chris continued firi ng and soon had to reload the Sig. Sheva reloaded her gun as well. Just then, the female carrier grabbed her and tried to use her weapon on her but Sheva kicked her off. The woman was on her knees so Sheva withdrew her knife and got behind her slitting her throat from ear to ear. The woman went down blood gushing from the fresh wound.

Chris spotted a carrier with yellow eyes aiming an Assault Rifle at him. This one in particular caught his attention as he fired four shots from the fresh mag into his chest before even seeing what th e man had was a soldier. A US soldier, likely called in to help crush the rebell on that had broken out on the island. With two wars in the Middle East the military had not sent too many soldiers to Puerto Rico other than some platoons here and there. This man had become soldiers had not been sent in large numbers to the island before due to it not being a priority like Iraq or A Afghanistan but the island was still US territory. He predicted there would be more soldiers sent to stop the rebellion. To them, they were were terrorists. To many of the poor in Puerto Rico the rebels were revolutionaries and heroes.

In any case, this poor bastard was a soldier trying to do his job. He aimed and fired putting him down with a head shot. "I'm sorry this had to happen to you."

Sheva brought her blade into the abdomen of a downed carrier to finish it off but took notice of what he had said. All though she liked Redfield, a lot and had a great amount of respect for him as an older man and as a veteran in the fight against Umbrella, she sometimes got the idea that he was very naive when it came to his perception of the world. Why does it matter that this guy was a soldier but he takes no notice of the dead among the people here? Why does it make him more important as an American? Does that make his life of more value than the people from here?

Though they were going after the rebels, she could sympathize with these people. Sure, she did not know the language but as somebody who was from a poor country and as somebody who had once been a fighter against her own government, she could understand the need to overthrow a tyrant. Still, to use the C virus was not the way to do this. Chris saw there were three carriers left and one of them, a scrawny Caucasian man with reddish blonde hair grabbed the fallen Assault Rifle from the soldier. Chris pulled the frag grenade. He lobbed it at their feet and called, "Heads up!"

The blast finished the last three. One carrier, a stout bald man was torn apart by the blast as his limbs flew every which way away from him, a woman of Afro Carribbean descent, had her legs blown off and was crawling despite the blood spraying from her fresh wounds as she moved forward trying to crawl away. Nowhere... anywhere. She finally collapsed in defeat and death. The last of the three, a tall and skinny man had all the fresh on his back blown off leaving his spine exposed.

Chris examined a couple of bodies. "Well so much for the possibility of it being either party. That poor bastard got him self caught up in a war that he had no idea was going on and got infected. I don't think the government has any responsibility in this. Neo Umbrella has been known to sell bio weapons to terrorists all the time. Sell a rebel faction some B. O.W.'s and they infect a population unwilingly and it gets out of control. It's a tactical plan if you want some of the focus of the BSAA off of you. Basically it's like intending to just use a zippo to light some fire works and ending up burning a whole city to the ground."

Literally and metaphorically speaking. He thought. Sheva shot him a look that made him nervous,an icy glare unlike what he had so far seen in the warm smiles of the young African agent. "How can you assume that? Chris, look, this is a rebel the one who tried to kill us with the Kalashnikov. This is getting both sides. I heard what you said about the soldier . Why do you feel sympathy for him but not the other lives that are being lost here? That hardly seems fair, don't you think?"

Chris looked at her and swallowed. "It's not about that. I just know that he's a soldier. We're both soldiers in our own way. He has his war and I have mine but he got caught up in our war which up until a few years ago was pretty underground and kept under wraps. it's just a shame a soldier had to die because of a war he had no idea even existed."

Sheva didn't let up. "It's not that at all. It's because he's American isn't it? That usually is way it boils down to. A poor person from a town like this means nothing to the world but if it is an American, suddenly it is a tragedy? I thought this island was considered part of America? So why don't the lives of these people matter as much as a soldier?"

Chris scoffed at that. "So because he is from the US I shouldn't give a damn about him? I'm here to help all these people, Sheva. All of them. I want to stop Bio Terrorism. I just remember reading the reports about how the town of Tall Oaks went down to ashes just like Raccoon City did. Now that this is out, the public knows what is going on. We're now in the same boat as the third world. Now Americans are starting to finally wake up and see past the illusions our media portrays. As far as this city goes and just l ike Kijuju, all I'm saying is I wouldn't put it past a rogue faction to use the virus. Maybe to get us Yankees out of their country."

Sheva could feel herself getting tense a s though her blood was boiling. "Chris when we first met you criticized the US government and even Capitalism! Now you aren't the first American i have met but you were the first one who was able to see that. If you know that either a government or a rogue faction can cause a bio terrorist attack, why would you overlook that it might be your government? Don't you remember that report we got from the DSO on the Family? The people who helped cause the outbreak both in the US an d China? You're a good agent, Chris you used to question things. Don't start to think its the rest of the world! Don't be one of the blind ones."

Chris was now irritated himself. "You know what I think, Sheva? I think you're l etting your emotions get in the way of your logic. I read about your file and what you did before you joined the BSAA. Maybe you sympathize with these people on some level like that. That still shouldn't make you not see the obvious! We had one of our own men tracking a black market deal. One of the members of this same group was buying some C virus shipments. Next thing we know, our guy turns up dead with two bullets in his brain stem. Wake up and smell the coffee!"

His voice had started to raise and now so did hers. "That has nothing to do with this and you know it, Chris! What kind of sneaky bastard goes through my files without talking to me first? How are we supposed..." Just then, he tackled her and caught her off guard. She made a cry of protest and prepared to defend herself but the sound of automatic fire cut her off. They stayed low as three rebels were firing at were not infected but all the same, were out for blood. "Mercenarios americanos! Causaron esta mierda a su ceder. Probablemente causado a nuestros hermanos en armas para volverse loco y a tacar a nosotros también!"

A tall man with short dark hair and brown skin who wore a red bandanna which he had tied like a head band to beat the heat, observed, "Son CIA probablemente al igual que a los contras en Nicaragua. Co ntrarrevolucionarios. Ellos no están sol os, pero por ahora vamos a matar a los d os."

They opened fire at Chris who was being pulled to his feet by Sheva. "Come on! This way!" They took cover behind one of the homes which seemed to be empty. She figured it was more than likely because somebody had killed whoever had lived there but she hoped that whoever was in there had been evacuated or had gotten to safety on their own somehow. She forced the thought from her mind knowing that if she let her mind wander it could get her killed. Chris returned fire with his Sig but was doing so from cover and the five shots went wide. They heard laughter.

A female voice spoke up and said, "¿Quié n es este gringo cree que es? Esto no es una película de vaqueros como en el cor al OK! Tonto estúpido. ¿Quieren destruir nuestra ciudad, ¿eh? Trate de mí, hijo de puta!"

She fired at Chris as he tried to get out from cover. She had curly hair and a pretty face and wore a black tank top and green camo pants. She hit him with four rounds in the chest. Sheva pulled him back to cover around the wall while squeezing off shots to keep them covered. "Are you okay? Chris!"

Chris grunted but got to his feet. "Yeah , I'm fine. Thank God for this vest. If you don't have yours on you better make damn sure you get one on when we have a second!" The rebels were chattering among themselves. The man Sheva had seen called, "Tienen chalecos puestos. Apunta a la cabeza esta vez. Mejor aún, una de us ted tose un fragmento de estos bromistas . Son un poco demasiado borrosas para la CIA. Demasiado estúpido también, pero s igo pensando que son paramilitar."

Just then, one of them had managed to get behind them from around the other side of the house. It was the tall man. He had an AK-47 variant trained on both of them. He spoke English briefly and said, "Bye bye, Americano."

Just then, one of the rebels called out, "Manuel! ¡Por aquí! Esta cosa ... Yo lo vi antes! Creo que esto es lo que usaro n para atacar el país!" With that, Manuel was wide eyed and Chris and Sheva heard a horrific screech followed by rapid gunfire. He raced forth to join his comrades ignoring the two BSAA agents. They peered around the side and saw several rebels unloading on a ghastly creature that Redfield had never seen before. At least not in person. It was a Lepotista. It had greenish skin and was emmiting a blue gas from its pores. Two of the rebels were close enough to it that they were caught in it but the rest had the sense to back away while firing.

Sheva looked in horror and asked, "What the hell is that thing? That's like nothing we saw in Africa!" Chris pulled her away from there and said, "I never saw one up close but trust me that thing is dangerous and it's a good way to infect a lot of civilians. If Wesker had gotten ahold of this thing, he would have tried dropping them all around the world and not Uroboros. We gotta run! If we breathe in any of that gas we're screwed. Run! "

She stopped and planted herself insisting, "Chris we can't just leave them there to die! That thing is going to kill them!"

Chris firmly pointed out, "They were going to kill us. I understand you have a past like that too but let's make nice with the rebels that don't try to kill the guys that are trying to help! If there is a God, its up to him now if they survive. You and I have a job to do. Now come on! We need to go while we can those things are not easy to kill."

They were still holding out as they left as they could hear automatic fire in the distance. Sheva felt like a coward for following his lead on it but nonetheless had followed. To them, they believe they are doing the same thing we are. Just trying to help. Who are we to make that choice about which side is wrong? I don't know this land but I know the plight of peasants like them. I was one myself. She thought.

As they came to a dirt path behind some houses where laundry was being hung out to dry, they found a man laying dead in the street. Sheva examined him. He had several gunshot wounds in his back and abdomen but that had not been what killed him. It was a shot to the head that had finished him off. He had an AK-47 with a scope lying next to his corpse. The rounds had gone out of the back of his head.

He was a mess. He wore a white T shirt that was stained with blood, and a red jacket over it. He wore some blue jeans that were loose fitting and some brown work boots. He looked young. Too young to be killed in this way. Sheva was only twenty seven herself and was fairly young but this guy was nineteen at most. He was a rebel.

They heard a grunt and somebody was poin ting a pistol at the two of them. The person was wounded suffering at least one gunshot wound in the arm. He was not infected but did look angry. He was a young brown skinned man with his thick black hair tied back in a pony tail. He lowered the gun no longer aiming at the two of them but did not put it completely down either. "Who are you?"

Chris was shocked. "You speak English? You're an American, aren't you?" The man shook his head. "Soy Boricua. I may have been born in America but I'm Rican to the bone. You two aren't soldiers or there wouldn't be only two of you. So who are you?"

Chris stepped foward with caution. "We're with the Bio Terrorism Security Assessment Alliance. If you've been here I'm sure you know about the infection. That's what we're here to stop. Are you all right? What happened here?"

The man grunted in agony. "A fucking disaster, that's what! This war wasn't even going on three months ago but as usual, Americans gotta step on people's rights . A lot of people never wanted this island to be part of the US ya know! State or commonwealth or otherwise. I was on break from college and I just wanted to visit the old country. That was three months ago. The war jumped off, I saw the horrible shit going on and I couldn't go back. Not without trying to help. Now...here we are."

They turned as they heard groaning. They hadn't noticed that there was a few dead soldiers as well but one of them was getting up. A man who had taken a few rounds to the left arm, as well as one near his armpit where the chink in the armor was. He was a Caucasian male with blonde hair cut short and blue gray eyes. He had even taken a round in the back of his leg. "Son of a bitch..." He muttered as he went for his Rifle. The first wounded man aimed his pistol with one hand an d fired two shots at him. The first missed by an inch but the second got him in the left temple. The man collapsed as the round went through his brain. "Pinche maricon!"

He looked at Chris who had his weapon drawn but Sheva touched her partners arm trying to get him to lower it. Chris looked at her, uncertain of what to do but lowered the gun as she wanted him to. He didn't realize his partner had that kind of effect on him and he looked back at her wondering what the hell was the deal with that. The man glared at him, thoug h wounded, had the look of a warrior. Though he was skinny, he had some built arms as he clearly had lifted at the gym back wherever he was from. "Look, man, are you guys with the imperialists or not? You may think these soldiers are here doing their job but they aint. They're just spreading Imperialism. I know they want to make PR a state but we've had enough! I saw what the US soldiers did here and that's why I can't go home."

Chris sighed. "What exactly happened here? What's your name?"

The guy lowered his own gun. "Miguel. We were just setting up Indigenous communities trying to be independant of the system and capitalism. Trying to show we could rely on ourselves. Our own merits our own hard work. We gave the children free breakfast, free schooling, didn't charge them nada. Then the war started to jump off. We never expected it would last as long as it did we thought we'd lose the first time they sent troops here but we held our own. I mostly stayed out of it providing medical care to those who needed it. If any of us from the US didn't have health care, we have a few experts here that were trained in the mainland and came here to put their skills in medicine to good use. I was still in medical school myself but I learned a few ways I could make myself useful here."

Chris repeated his question. "What happened here, Miguel? You still didn't answer that part. Why is there a bunch of dead civilians laying here? Why did you shoot that soldier?"

Miguel glared at him. Though he was wounded he was not at all intimidated by Chris. "They were the putos who started this. We're just feeding some of the people like I said and these gringos come along and accuse us of stealing food from th e US embassy. That we were responsible for their missing supplies at their outposts. Next thing you know they start scaring the people by waving Rifles in their faces. Me and Samuel and Raul. We fought back tried to protect them. Maybe they were here for us but they kept shooting and didn't care how many innocent people got caught in the cross fire. We took a few of them out and wounded a few more as they left but Samuel and Raul and all these people died."

Chris wasn't sure if he should believe him. "I don't get why soldiers would do that. I'm one to question our government the same as you and I do know some men in uniform abuse power but why would they kill these people? As far as the US government is concerned, they're Americans. "

Miguel laughed. "Don't you get it? We aint Americanos. We have our own national heritage. We don't need a big super power to run us. Your country has been running our country since the Spanish American war. First the Spanish colonize us and then you? We try to preserve what is left of our Indigenous heritage and fend for ourselves and take care of our own. But I suppose the hot shots in D.C. don't want to hear any part of that. They just want to control whaever they want."

Chris knelt beside the wounded man. "What do you want from me? I mean what would you have me do? I'm not here to take sides in the war. This is almost like a civil war here. Loyalists for the US and Puerto Rican nationalists. I'm not looking to side with either one I'd just as so on stay out of it and I'm sure as hell n ot out to do Uncle Sam's dirty work but I can't help rebels either. If I did, I' d probably end up being a wanted terrorist. I'm just here to do my job. Until I find out who was actually behind these monsters reaching this island anybody is a potential suspect."

The med student turned rebel fighter had his hand over the bloody wound. "I would help you if I could. But I've got a problem or two of my own. I don't like the see things that turn good people evil either. I've seen some of these things bite people, those are the cannibal ones and then I saw the ones with the third eye. Like some freaky Hindu shit. Plus I've seen all kinds of demonios. Things that are unnatural. I think the round must have hit cartilage. I need a doctor but I don't know if the medic is still alive. In any case I need to stop the bleeding. If you can help me, I will help you. I can be your guide around this island."

Chris reached into his pack and handed h im a can of first aid spray. "Use this. I'm gonna keep moving. When you're able you can follow us but if you do you'd better be ready to keep up your end of the deal. It's our job to find out who really asked the C virus in this town. Whoever it may be. While you guys aren't above suspicion yourselves, I'm already a voice of dissent when it comes to uncle Sam so if it turns out you're right I'll even help your friends out but whatever happens me and my partner need find who started this and bring them to justice. We also need to find any other survivors and escort them out of here."

He used it and breathed a sigh of relief . "Gracias compa. I'm going to follow the two of you in a minute or so. I just need to rest for a second. Clear my head. If you needed any extra hardware, there at least two Rifles by those bodies over there. One belonged to a rebel and the other to a soldier. They tried to kill each other but in death they are united. Can you see the irony in that, man?"

Chris approached two bodies. The soldier had taken many rounds from an AK-74 and some had gone through the vest as he ha d blood stained on his chest near a pocket on his uniform. Chris checked the arm or and saw that some of the rounds had gone through. Chris took his weapon, an M -16-A2 off of the dead soldier. Sheva approached the same rebel who had shot his.

He was dead from a blast to the back. As she examined the wounds she determined that due to the multiple entry wounds and based on the size of the, whoever had killed him had done so with a shotgun. Since the rebel did not have body armor on as the soldier did, he withstood no chance. Sheva checked the ammo but in the weapon and on the dead soldier. There was one full thirty round magazine plus fifteen still in the weapon.

Chris's Rifle was empty but he reloaded it and still had one extra magazine that had been on the dead soldiers carcass. He turned to Sheva and asked, "You good? " She noddded. He checked his PDA and to ld her, "Okay, well the coordinates just changed. We need to head to the next place Carlos is going to be. He's still our inside man. He's a good friend of Jill 's from Raccoon City. I'd try to contact him and see how he's doing as far as getting answers but I don't want to blow his cover. He grew up in a similar enviroment to you, actually. That is until he joined the UBCS."

She looked alarmed. Are you really friends with a man who was a mercenary for White Umbrella? What are you thinking, partner? "Your friend worked for Umbrella? Why would you trust a man like that? What did he do? How did he end up being a BSAA agent?" Sheva had met the man a few times and he did have a hell of a reputation within the BSAA as a superb agent with ex cellent combat tactics and a lot of other skills that came in handy. He had seemed all right. Friendly, easy going. Was this his way of fooling them? No...there had to be more to it. Chris was not a stupid man.

Chris calmed her down with what he told her next. "He was just a pawn at the time. Him and his team mates actually believed they were there to help civilians try to evacuate the city. It was a cover up and that was just the surface but to Carlos that was the mission. He ended up siding with us anyway. Before me and Jill ever formed the BSAA, we went on a couple of missions of our own before we had any organization to back us up. Me, him , Jill and another old friend who was with me at the mansion when Wesker first betrayed us. This was back in 99'. I know it makes you uneasy and that Umbrella d d wrong to your family. They did to mine too but with any group out there, there's always going to be guys like Carlos who stand up to their own side and do what's right."

She sighed. "I guess when you put it that way he sounds trustworthy. I just wish more people that worked for Neo Umbrella and old employees of Tricell would have a conscious as well. They destroyed my entire village. You know this already. You know I was a guerilla too. They tried to destroy my homeland and they still are. Now the same is happening to your country but the only difference is, our governments never had any missiles they could launch if they wanted to. I heard they did that to another city in your country."

Chris nodded as they walked. "Yeah, that 's true. A friend of mine through my sister's, Leon, this guy who works for the DSO, he told me they destroyed it. That was 70,000 lives lost all at once. If anybody did survive at all, they were killed by the blast. He might be a bit naive in regards to believing in what he does in his job. not so much the fighting bio terrorism part but in being part of the US government. Still, i know that he wasn't thrilled that the city got leveled like that either. It seems like no matter who is president that always ends up being their plan. I would rather they just send as many of us in to go do the jobs rather than kill people that might have survived and were trying to get away from it all. I lost my team to bio terr orism too. You already know the official story but paper doesn't even begin to cover it. Then the one man I thought would survive ended up giving his life for me. He was supposed to take my place,, be my replacement. I didn't intend for him to be the one to die when it should hav e been me. Just goes to show that who should survive and who does are two different things."

Sheva looked at him with concern. "Chris , you can't blame yourself. You did what you could, you two almost made it out of there and Piers knew what he was on board for. He was willing to lay down his life for you, for the BSAA and for the world and that is what he did. It's never easy to lose people but in this case, even with the virus in his veins he knew what he was doing. He made his choice. I think you would have done the same thing for Jill. I know she would have done the same for you. Piers is gone but you're still here. You still have your first partner..." She paused and then coyly added, "And me."

He smiled briefly at her but it was a sa d smile. "I know. I appreciate the thought but it just doesn't feel true anymore . I haven't saved nearly as many people as we've lost. Think about Africa. I saw that as more of a success than the mission in Asia. At least we got something out of that. We killed Wesker. In China, yeah we stopped the Haos from getting out and destroying the world but that time I lost a partner. I used to think that I hated having to have new assigned partners depending on certain missions but now, I'm glad you and Jill were nowhere near the place at the time or it could have been you. If I just could have done things a bit differently..."

Sheva cut in. "No. You can't. None of us can, Chris! That's life. It's horrible but it is reality. Can you honestly tell me that if Wesker was beating Jill to a bloody pulp and if you were dry on ammo and had nothing to fight him with except a sample of the virus, you wouldn't use it? I don't believe that for a minute. We all take losses and we all make sacrifices one way or another. I didn't know the man myself but the way you described him he sounds like a good man. I shouldn't say this but...I'm glad that he did it."

Even as she thought this she wished that she hadn't said that. For one, because it had made the life of Piers Nivans seem cheap and it wasn't. If anything it wa s more valuable since he was an American . Both to the world and the BSAA but in spite of privilege politics in the world , he had been a good man. She knew this without having met him. He had backed Redfield up as much as she would. More than she had since it cost him his life.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean...I didn't mean to say I'm glad he died. I'm glad that he saved you. It would have been a tragedy if you had died. A lot of people look up to you, Chris. Jill would have been devestated. I know that she did the same thing for you too, she almost died and. ..I like to think I would have done the same. You almost lost your own life by not letting me fall out of that plane."

Chris nodded. "I wouldn't dream of it. Still, it was already a tragedy he died too. I'm glad Jill is alive and you too. I just...it wasn't right, Sheva. He had his whole life ahead of him. He could have been what I am now in half the time! He reminded me of how I used to be. I wasn't meant to outlive that kid. A young man died before he even began to realize his potential. I maybe a lot of things but I'm not young. I don't have kids, I don't have a woman, I got nothing to show for it all. So the legendary 'Chris Re dfield' has no legacy. All i got is dead friends and battle scars. Too many to count."

"That isn't true, Chris. You have Jill. She cares for you and I know you care for her. More than as a partner. You may not have what you thought you would but you have her and life can be cruel and take that away so you should cherish it!"

Though it wrenched her heart to say it s he knew how he felt about Jill. She understood it too. The woman had always been there for him and he for her. They went back a long ways and she suspected they were more than friends. Why else wouldhe risk his ass at all costs in Africa e ven after the rest of the team was dead?

It tugged at her heart to say this to hi m because she had a crush on him. It had started in Kijuju. Upon meeting the man and first working with him. It had seemed stupid at first even down right childish to have crush on a man significantly older than her. However later during th e mission they had saved each other a number of times. He had pushed her out of harm's way when a majini on a bike had and risked his life to keep her from falling to her death too.

That was when she thought she figured out she might love him. No...not love. That's such a strong word . But you do care about him. if he wanted to sweep you off of your feet even right now admist all this chaos you would not say no. She thought to herself. "You're right Sheva. I shouldn't complain. Life maybe hard but I shouldn't take the good parts of it for granted. If we make it through this, maybe I'll take Jill out for a nice night on the town like we used to a long time ago."

He could have sworn he had seen disappointment and possibly jealousy in the African's light brown eyes but she just smiled and assured him, "You will, partner. I'll get you home to see Jill. Maybe after we check with this inside man of yours we should contact her and you should ask her if she's up for it?" Chris swallowed at the uneasy feeling. It had been a long time since he had dated at all. He had been in on and off relationships through a lot of his life.

They never lasted and it usually was because most of the women suspected it wasn't going anywhere and that he didn't love them and probably never would. It was true that he did love Jill. He loved her but had never told her so. He got the suspicion she had feelings for him too but they had always been too busy to date . He knew that at one point she had briefly dated Carlos. He dated Jill from 1999 to 2000. They had broken it off when she wanted to come with Chris to take on Umbrella once and for all. He had returned to his own country of origin. He had been jealous and at first he had disliked the South American at the time thinking he was just another asshole trying to be a ladies man.

Leon had been that way too and Chris suspected Leon and Claire had been with each other having a casual fling and he had not been okay with it but he hadn't bee n able to do much about it. He had been founding the BSAA at that time. He later would have no problem with Leon or Carlos once Carlos had no longer dated Jill and with Leon, he was an acquired taste in a manner of speaking. He couldn't help but like the guy even after Claire had claimed they hadn't slept together for a long time.

He knew that could have just as easily been a lie when she told him this in 2008 but he had decided to leave it alone and not think about it again. He had just hopelessly continued doing missions for the BSAA. When he had finally found Jill in 2009 it was like a part of himself that had died when Jill fell from that window was now back to life. He nodded. "You're right, Sheva. Maybe that's what I'l l do. It's been a long time coming anyway."

He could see her avert her gaze. What was that about? He had often figured she liked him and had wondered why she had followed him even after the slaughter of all those BSAA troops. It had been her desire to cut and run. Frankly, that was Josh's idea too as he had expressed it when they had been preparing to go after Irving.Why me though? She's too young for me hell, she's younger than Claire is! Even though she was a beauty, she was not Jill. Which was not to say that he had not thought about it. He had even dreamed of it a few times.

When they had met he had caught himself looking at her ass back in Kijuju. He had pictured it bare and in front of him and had very dirty thoughts of what he would do. He had kept scolding himself on the inside. Damn it, get your mind out of the gutter! She's twenty three and you're thirty five. Don't be a pedophile!

Whether it would be at his apartment which he was rarely at, his sleeping quarters at the BSAA h.q. in London, or at a safe house, when he had dreamed of the agent, the dream had gotten very sexual in nature. There had been a couple of instances where he dreamed of Kijuju again and everything looked the same but instead of wearing the clothing she had, she was nude. Nude, yet packing heat. When this had happened he had woken up with an erection. He shook the thought from his head but even still considered the possibility.

If I did, it might ruin our friendship. It may even make me and Jill be more distanced than she was when she first came back with us. Maybe if i were ten years younger it wouldn't be such a bad thing. She's every bit as much of an excellent partner and a good woman as Jill is. I' ve just known Jill a lot longer. Just then, his partner gave him a soft warning in a hushed whisper and signaled for him to take cover behind a container.

She did and he followed her lead but she peeked around the side. As she zoomed in with binoculars, she observed several armed men. They looked like rebels and they were guarding two people as they had a conversation. She noticed a couple of US soldiers as well standing next to one of the rebels. As she saw the soldiers eyes, a female of Iranian American descent, she saw that she had the eyes of a majini. She too, was infected.

Whoever these two people were that were talking, were somehow using both side war as puppets to do their own biddi ng. She handed Chris the binoculars and whispered, "Take a look. I think those two might be Neo Umbrella."

He looked and observed. She wearing a bl ack dress that revealed her cleavage. As he zoomed in he was surprised to see her. "What the fuck? That's not possible." He handed them back to her and showed her. Sheva looked and said, "It can't be. ..we killed her!" All the same the resemblance was too great to ignore. Excella Gione was right there, in front of their eyes. How was she still alive?

What the hell was she doing in Latin America? Sheva had been the one to kill her back in Kijuju. There was no surviving that. They got out from cover and quickly aimed at all of the carriers. Chris fired his M-16 taking out two guards. He hit a third one, a US soldier, the woman but she had armor on. He fired a burst of rounds into her face. She staggered back holding the wound, blood seeping through her fingers as she blindly stumbled. Chris hit her in the face with the butt of the Rifle and heard the cracking sound of cartilage as he hit her and he also cracked her head open. Sheva picked off the rest of them keeping it simple with head shots from her AK.

Excella looked at Chris with a look of recognition but seemed to pay no attention to Sheva even though Sheva ws the one who had killed her. She took off running down the platform she was on, carrying a silver brief case in hand. Chris fired off ten rounds at her but he missed as she got to an edge to jump off of. They began to pursue her and Chris saw her male companion had still not taken flight but Chris looke d at him and he at Chris and the man turned to run and Chris yelled, "Hey!"

He started to go after him but a carrier grabbed him. Chris struggled with him but Sheva kicked the man off. She brought her knife down on the man and finished him off. "Stop!" Chris yelled. The man turned to look at Chris again. Chris lowered his Rifle. The man looked like how Chris must have looked a long time ago. Sheva still had her Rifle trained on him. "Who is he, Chris? Why is he wearing a BSAA uniform?" Chris pushed her Assault Rifle down to get her to lower it.

Chris called to the man again. "Piers! How are you still alive? I thought you were dead," A smile crossed Chris's face, something she had not seen him do in a while. Sheva had a feeling that there was an insidious threat that she could sense but somehow Chris could not. "Who are you?" Chris looked like he had been punched in the gut but he kept the charade up. "That's supposed to be my line, partner! Don't you recognize me? We were in Edonia together! I thought you were dead. .."

Piers scowled holding a pistol in hand. "I don't know you and I don't know what it is about you but there's something I don't like. You'd better stay away from me."

Chris looked at him like he was a mental patient who had escaped from Bellvue. " What's wrong? What did they do to you Piers? They fixed you up to look normal. D id they erase your memory? We were partners and you were part of my team. You saved my life," He stepped forward and said, "I can help you, Piers. Whatever it is. I'm here to help. That includes a brother in arms."

Piers fired his pistol five times in a flash before either BSAA agent could react. Chris fell back, grateful for the bulletproof vest but was highly confused as he went down. Normally, in most cases when one got knocked on their ass when wearing a vest, it was more mental than anything else. If one was charged with adrenaline in a fire fight, they would not be knocked over. This however, was not a normal situation. Just as fast as he had done this, he took off running. Sheva went after him with her Assault Rifle but Chris stopped her. "No! He's just got a memory problem. We should try to help him!"

Sheva asked him, "Are you okay, Chris? Listen, we should deal with him now. If we don't do it here, we may have to later and we'll wish we had now."

Chris shook his head. "I'm just fine, Sheva. Killing him is not an option. We're gonna save him. This is an unprecedented chance to help him like he helped me."

Jake

He moved through the dark streets of Manhattan. As he heard the gunfire, the screams, the breaking of windows, the sirens and the shattering of glass he could only think of one thing. I need a weapon. He headed down an alley and so far he had only managed to find himself a metal pipe of some sort. It was no Kalishnikov but it would do. He spotted a zombie seeming to stand lazily on the corner near a No Parking sign. It came at him however with surprising speed as he came out of the alley however. He dodged its lung and countered with a blow to the skull with the metal pipe. It cried out letting out a dry rasping cry of pain and he hit it again. He saw blood gushing from where he hit it so he did it again.

The zombie went down and he brought his pipe down on its head and turned its face to pulp. He noticed a zombie staggering toward him, this time, a cop, a woman of African descent. As he saw her badge name, he looked at her surname which was Hervouex. Maybe she was Haitian. It didn't matter in this case. Whatever she had been, whoever she had been aside from a police officer, and including being that, was now gone and what replaced her was a mindless beast with human flesh still caught in her red teeth, milky white eyes, and several gashes on her face that no normal human would be walking around Manhattan with.

He readied the metal pipe and swung remarking, "Batter up!" He swung at her midsection and hit her in the abdomen. He did it again and caused grunts from the un dead police lady. He then saw his chance while she was dazed and he got behind her and with ease, broke her neck and put her out of his misery. "Sorry, sweet heart. Survival of the fittest. What you got there? Jackpot."

He took her police issued Glock 40. She had three magazines on her corpse. As he checked the gun he saw it had six shots left in a fifteen round magazine. "Some body's been busy," He muttered, in reference to the lack of bullets, implying that whoever R. Hervouex was, she had gone down fighting. He saw a bite mark on her right bicep as well as another smaller one on her left hand. With that, Jake stood up and began to make his way up the street. He walked with the gun in his left hand. He decided to get his pace up to a brisker pace.

Just then, he heard the clicks of guns from behind. "Hey asshole! Drop the gun! Drop it now or I will drop you!" He saw from the corner of his eye, a cop with red hair and a beard had a bead drawn on him. "You just killed a cop, you son of a bitch! You know what we do to cop killers in this town? You got three seconds to drop the fucking gun."

Jake rolled his eyes. "Are all you cops this stupid? She was infected. I did her a favor putting her down. She was undead just like the rest of these people. You're wasting time harassing me when you could be helping somebody out. That is what you claim to do, right? I'm not gonna shoot you officer but I'm not gonna drop the gun either so you go ahead and shoot me but if you do good luck explaining that. Even if this town is going to hell, I didn't attack you or any living human."

The man scowled lowering the gun slightly but not all the way. "You got some nerve talking to me like that! It's cops like us that protect guys like you! We're trying to maintain some order right now and take back control. We got a terrorist attack on our hands and a riot on top of that as a result of it. What do you think of that, smart guy? We're trying to protect these people. Hell, if it wasn't for a cop you wouldn't even have that cannon in your hand would ya?"

Jake laughed at that one. "Yeah you did a bang up job so far, officer. Way to really protect the community there, bud. The cops where I come from were little more than paid government criminals. I always thought America was some first world over advantaged spoiled rich country. Guess I was wrong. Nice to know our police are the same."

The guy took offense to that. "Hey, I could shoot you in the face right now and claim you tried to kill me. You do got a gun in your hand. Maybe that would teach you some respect, huh? We're saving as many people as we can."

Jake snickered turning to face him. "Yeah you aren't a government funded gang member. Threatening to shoot me because I hurt your feelings, nothing wrong with that, right?" The cop snarled. "Yeah? And who the hell are you? You think you're so much better than me, pal? What makes you special? What have you done to help around here? You trying to tell me you're a foreigner too? You don't sound very foreign. Maybe you're one of those terrorist sleeper cell people? Maybe you set this whole thing up?"

Jake turned around with his gun pointed at him. "That's an interesting observation, officer. Too bad they don't pay you to think. They pay you to obey and not think. As for what I've contributed to the world, not just America but everywhere , don't ever presume to know what I've done for the world because I promise it makes your job pale in comparison. Now if I were you, I'd drop your gun. I maybe young but I promise I've got more combat experience and I can probably kill you before you kill me with just one hand on this gun," He did have just one hand on it while the cop had both hands on his.

Maybe at this point he was being arrogant or maybe he was just showing off but Jake did not care. He was tired of guys like this. In a strange way, the guy reminded him of the partner of the asshole who had killed his father. Just then the cop turned to the sound of a scream and several gunshots. Somebody was screaming for assistance on his radio. He patched in and said, "I'm on my way! Just hang in there!"

He turned to Jake and growled, "Consider yourself lucky you little punk. I got bigger fish to fry," With that the cop took off running down the street, gun in hand. Jake decided to follow him to where he was running to. The cop came to what looked like a parking lot of some sort and drew a bead on a suspect Jake could not see. "Let him go you son of a bitch! Don't make me kill you!" Just then the cop ran into the parking lot and more shots sounded off. He ran up the street both hands on the gun.

As he came around the side of the building to where the gunfight was happening he saw the cop he had been arguing with shooting at a man who seemed to move at superhuman speed. He was moving so fast it almost looked like he was merely vanishing and appearing in other spots rather than dodging the gunshots. That was how fast he was. The man gave a kick to an already wounded officer who was sloppily shooting at him as well. This man had grayish hair, and was a white man in his fifties. He was overweight and to Jake, with a job like his, it wasn't appropriate.

The guy had a stab wound in his stomach and he was bleeding through his vest. The man grabbed the older cop and broke his arm in a single twist. The man shrieked in great pain as he did and the man, who Jake could see had some kind of skull mask on, grabbed him by the face. "You should have done more sit ups, pal. Consider this your early retirement," With that, he kicked the man in the side of the face and the impact of it broke his neck. "No!" Yelled the red haired officer. He reloaded and fired hitting the man w ith two rounds to the stomach. The man allowed him one more shot but dodged the next five.

I should be careful. Jake realized. He's some kind of B.O.W. a human prototype. It's one thing to see a mindless J'a vo or a zombie with animal-like hunger but to have a human who has a conscious mind thinking he's superman while he's all juiced up on the virus is bad news. I should be careful. The young man thought as he remembered he only had six shots in the pistol plus the ammo on him. The B.O.W. easily disarmed the cop and hit him with several blows to the face and chest. The cop hit him with his night stick three times in th e face, trying to recover from the hard blows though his nose was already bleeding. The man caught the next swing and he kicked the man back with little effort but he swung back with his left fist on the cop.

He broke his nose easily. The man fell back on the ground and though he was dazed, he reached for his tazer and used it on the attacker. The man in the skull mask chuckled hideously and said, "That tickled," He kicked the weapon from his hands and stepped on his hand bringing his boot down on his hand breaking it. The man screeched as he did and Jake raised his gun at the man in the mask. "Let him go!"

The man in the skull mask pulled the cop to his feet by the hair knocking his hat from his head. "Well if it isn't my brother! From another womb that is...Jake Wesker...fancy seeing you here. You're a ctually right where you're supposed to be. We need you to stick around for a little while. Got you a nice present from Puerto Rico that will be here for you very soon. As soon as it's ready that is. I 'm Albert Wesker. Junior that is but my enemies call my Grim."

Jake scowled at the man who was clearly a lunatic. "Wesker only had one son and I'm him and I'm never met the bastard. How do you know me?"

The cop groaned in pain and Grim hit him with a blow to the kidney. "You know this fucking clown...? Jake...? Listen...I can tell you're one of the good guys or you would have shot me already...just don't let him fucking kill me! I got a wife at home. And a baby. I want to get back to her as soon as I can. I'm just...trying to help out while I can but i want my shift to be over."

Jake shook his head at Grim. "Listen pal , I don't care who you really are, I doubt you are who you say you are but if you have business with me, then let's leave it at that. You're the one who called me on the phone, right?This cop maybe a dumb ass and a loud mouth but that doesn't mean that he deserves to die for it. Just cold cock him and stash him someplace the biters can't get to him."

The cop grunted both in pain and annoyance at Jake's unflattering words. "Thanks for your vote of confidence...please... I can't die...there are people that need me..." Grim punched him in the back of the head. "Blah blah blah 'wife and kids ' shut the fuck up. We already heard your sob story. This is between me and Jake Wesker here. If you speak again, you die but if you be a quiet little piglet I might just let you live."

Jake told him, "Okay, you wanted to talk so let's talk. Let's say you really are another child to a dead beat dad. So what? The bastard got snuffed in Africa four years ago. I met the man who did it. I would have punched his clock back then when I did but there was bigger fish to fry. My blood being the cure to all of this. If you aren't the guy who called me on a pay phone then who did and why are you here instead of him?"

Grim told him, "Frankly I don't give a damn about you. To me, you're Jake Muller. Any claim otherwise is going to piss me off but you are Albert's biological so n so that gives you some rights to his legacy. I'm here because of our mutual friend. You could say I'm your guardian angel. These New York cops, what can I say ? I know they're just doing their job but when they stop me from doing mine that's where the problem is."

The redhead cop reached for his own weapon again but Grim stepped on his other hand and crushed it. He howled again but this time his voice caught in his throat . He grabbed him and picked up to his feet. Jake aimed at him again and warned, "Let the man go! One of these zombies wi ll probably finish him anyway. There's no need to kill him."

Just then Grim shoved his fist in the back of the officer and the man screamed but his scream turned into a stifled gurgle as blood spurted from his mouth. His fist came out of the other side. As the fist emerged covered in blood through th e man;s abdomen, Grim did something that would have been humorous to Jake if it hadn't taken him off guard. He flipped him off while his hand was still inside of the man!

This guy is one sick puppy...Jake realized and the man removed his fist from the cop and held his bloody spine. "I used to do this in a video game once. Nothing like the real deal," Grim cracked. Jake fired the last six rounds of the gun and two of the rounds hit the already dead officer just as she slumped to the ground. The last four hit Grim in the chest. Grim just looked at the bullet wounds that were bleeding but he did not seem at all bothered by it. He dropped the man's spine and said, "Attaboy, Jakey. Way to show some back bone!"

With that, he sped up behind Muller as he quickly reloaded. Jake predicted he would as he had already seen his moves so he turned around and fired at his face but Grim moved his head to the side at blinding speed and then grabbed Jake's arm and twisted it behind his back. He punched Jake in the back of the head and then threw him against the side of a building which had once been a Korean deli before the outbreak had happened.

Jake cried out as sharp pain went through him. His left shoulder was dislocated. He reached for his freshly reloaded gun but Grim put a stop to that. He put his boot on the wounded shoulder and Jake roared in pain like a bear caught in a trap.

"Calm down. Shooting me didn't work for you before. Only an idiot would try the same thing and expect different results. Much like voting for any of these politicians. Anyway, we're on the same side. If I were you, I'd keep that in mind . Our mutual 'friend' has big plans for you. We all do but bear in mind, we only took interest because of your blood having the anti bodies. If you continue to be a pain in the ass I can always kill you and take your place. My intended place as my fathers heir. So behave, Jake."

With that he lifted up the Muller who was actually several inches taller than him, and threw him through the window of the Korean deli. This set off the alarm. "Till we meet again...'brother'. Ciao."

Jake got to his feet and examined the blood on his hand. The side of his head was bleeding from the glass. He braced him self for pain as he knew he had to pop his shoulder back into place. His scream was loud as he did this and he punched a hole in the wall. He scrambled for his pistol as he saw some carriers coming, attracted to the sound of the alarm. Jake fired six shots and hit an overweight zombie. Three rounds hit it in its obese gut and another hit him in the chest. The next two hit him in the face. The man fell to the ground. He looked as though he had eaten nothing but fatty Italian foods for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

"Sorry guys. I'm not on the menu," He muttered as he fired two more shots, taking one of them out with shots to the head . The carrier, a sloppily dressed teenage male fell to the ground as the rounds went through his left temple. He looked to be about sixteen at most. Poor bastard...But he knew there was no time to grieve no time to slow down as the other zombies advanced. He fired four shots, one into the leg of a man, a tall curly haired man in a muscle shirt. The man grabbed his leg in agony and Jake broke his neck with a twist as he got behind him. The pain from his shoulder was still soaring through him and he was angry that it had happened.

He removed the knife he had in his boot. After what he had been through in both Edonia and China, he had reminded himself to always carry a backup weapon for in case he should ever run out of ammo as he did a few times in his little adventure he had seemingly only a few months ago. He didn't like to think he owed his life to anybody but his mother or that he had to depend on anyone at all but in reality if it had not been for Sherry he would be dead.

He threw the knife into the brain of a blonde female zombie. He ran up to the fallen corpse and pulled the blade from her forehead, the blade making a sickening squishy noise as he removed it from her skull. He got it out just in time as a zombie armed with a crowbar was coming after him. He swung the blade at the man' s throat and he bled from the wound rapidly and fell to the floor and he had missed Jake with the swing from the crowbar . Jake ran up the street as he saw several zombies coming after him. He came to a fence as he ran down an alley. He hopped the fence.

The zombies were starting to climb over the fence just as he did. "What the hell ever happened to the dumb slow zombies in the bad American movies?" Just then he saw a zombie's brains explode in a mass of gray matter as a shot rang out. Another was fired and this one went through a skinny female zombie with short brown hair. The bullet went through her chest tearing through the breast tissue and it went through and came out of her back. He looked and saw a man in a uniform.

The BSAA. He realized. He made his way toward the man who waved him over after he had finished the last of the zombies. The man was a Caucasian male with light brown hair and gray eyes. He wore a helmet as well as the uniform. You, civilian! Are you looking for the civilian check point? We need to get you and the others to safety this check point has been compromised and we need to move everybody to the next check point so we can get everybody out of town safely."

Jake observed the corpse of a giant B.O. W. much like the one he had encountered back in Edonia. He saw a burning helicopter as well and saw newly arrived BSAA members helping others to safety. He saw military, street, and BSAA medics tending to those wounded by the blast or by other means. The BSAA agent shook his head in contempt. "Damn thing knocked it out of the sky. Now we gotta get these people to Central Station much faster than we planned to. Once we get them somewhere safe, somewhere far from here, yourself included, we'll still need to stay behind to go after the terrorists who started all of this shit."

Jake wondered who actually had done that . "Hey, pal I aint taking orders from a jarhead. I'll see my own way in there. I appreciate the lookout as far as the last few zombies but I'm not taking orders from the BSAA. It just isn't my style. I have a payphone I need to get to. Is there one in Central Park?"

The man, whose name tag said K. Grant wa s annoyed by what he said. "First off, I don't like your attitude. Second, what's the matter with you, kid there aint payphones anymore! There are maybe one or two in a mall if you're lucky! Are you from the third world or something?"

Jake scowled at him. "Hey, not everybody is up to speed on your First World advantages. Why don't you give me a break? You got a job to do and so do I."

Just then, Jake's cellular phone rang. He picked it up and looked at the screen. It was from an unknown number. It wouldn't even show who. "Hello?" He said, unsure if he even should have answered. "Jacob, Darling, welcome! It seems you are the son of Albert Wesker after all. I knew a few minor bumps in the road like a zombie outbreak would not stop you. You're just one step closer to facing your destiny but you've still got a long road ahead of you."

Jake angrily said, "Listen asshole, I want to know who this is! Who are you and why are you bothering me? What do you know about me or my father? Better yet how did you know that I'd make it and who says I am at Central Park?"

The person responded, "The same way I knew there is no pay phones anymore and that BSAA rube next to you did just inform you of such. I have eyes and ears everywhere in this city. Now, you have made it here. Now I can give you your next task. You will have no trouble with it, I am sure."

Jake was irritated and he looked around at the tall buildings overlooking the park. Where is this person? How can they see me? Do they got cameras all over or do th ey have people here that are moles for t hem? Better yet, why do I get the feelin g whoever this is on the phone is no goo d? Jake demanded, "What is it? What game do you need me to play while other people die out here on the street?"

"I can understand your impatience but it will all make sense in due time. I will need you to help the people here in the park, those that have survived. The BSA A are going to try to escort them to Grand Central Station. All you will have to do is assist them in whatever way possible. Do for them whatever they ask. Though I do not agree with the BSAA on a great number of things I can respect what these agents of the SOU are doing to try to help victims of bio terrorism. Before those people are evacuated from the cit y however, there is one other thing I will need you to do. There is somebody I need you to look for. Just head toward the jogger trails and eventually you will find this person."

Jake really wished this guy would stop beating around the bush. He figured out that it was at least a male no matter how distorted and unrecognizable the voice was, he could still tell. "Who is it you want me to look for? What's so important about finding this person? Shouldn't I be trying to help these people get the fuck outta New York?"

The mystery man replied, "This person is more important than you know. More tied into your destiny than you know. I could tell you who I refer to but that would ruin the surprise. I'm afraid the path must be walked by you. I am merely the one pointing you in the right direction. But no matter what path you take, you will always find your destiny no matter how long you prolong it or delay the inevitable. You are Jake Wesker , not Jake Muller. You have an important part of the world future. More important than you know. Quite possibly the most important part of it. Do not take this lightly."

Jake asked him, "Are you trying to tell me I should join Neo Umbrella? Is that who you work for? Is that what you're saying to me? What future?" He was greeted only by a dial tone. "Shit!" He cursed. He turned to the BSAA agent and he asked , "Listen, did you see anybody who might have gone to the jogger trails section of the park? It's important and it's something I need to do. If you can point me in the right direction, I'll help you all when you get ready to move out. Trust me, I'm no civilian. I'm Jake Muller. I helped the BSAA back in Edonia and even in China. I'm the reason there is a cue for the C virus at all."

The Agent said, "I'm Captain Kevin Grant . North American branch of the BSAA. You should leave the dirty work to the pros. You may have helped out a few months ago and me and my brothers in arms appreciate that but unless you're police, military or BSAA, you aren't in charge here. You are still a civilian to me regardless of whatever combat you may have been part of in the past. As for this person you're looking for you'll have to ask Private Shaheer about that. He's Army or a jarhead. I forget which. He saw somebody go that way a while ago. Some woman looking for somebody."

Jake looked at all the agents scanning their name tags until he found Private Shaheer. He had just put down an infected carrier and was checking the woman for identification. "Excuse me, Private Shaheer? I'm Jake Muller. I have a question for you. I was told by Captain Grant over there that you had seen somebody head off into the park? Can you tell me which way she was going and why she was going there?"

The soldier nodded and shook his hand. " Yes, I have heard of you before. You are the man who literally saved the world. Probably more than Agent Redfield and he is a hero in my eyes. You are looking for a woman? Would that be the brunette or the blonde?"

Jake was not sure. "I'm...not sure. I just know I'm supposed to look for somebody who came through here and went to the joggers path. Do you have any ideas where I could look for them? Who did you see go that way?"

The man told him, "First I saw a brunette woman go toward the trails. I don't know what she was after but she seemed to be in a hurry. Then some blonde woman came along and was looking for the first woman. I pointed her in the right direction but this was ten or fifteen minutes a go. I think the blonde said the other woman and herself were both with the government. I do not know my friend I really do not know. But I can point you in the right direction."

He handed him a PDA he had found on the ground. "Take this just in case. Here I will give you the direction you need to head in."

Jake nodded. "All right, thanks. You're not so bad for a uniform," This got a la ugh from the private. "I'm here to help in whatever way I can. You're from another country just like me. This is my country now and I will fight to protect it. I wish they would let me go home though even if it was just me. If this is happening all over the world I need to make sure my family is alive."

Jake nodded while checking the ammo in h is gun. "Well good luck with that. I'd love to help but I got my own thing to deal with. I think somebody is pretty dead set against me today and I don't just mean God. I'll be back in time to help you all out here with these civilians but I gotta go find somebody first."

Another soldier, one who appeared to be Muhammad's friend came forward and said, "Listen, if you're gonna be out there you be very careful. These BSAA guys just told us there are a lot more of these things where those bastards came from. Different kinds of monsters too. If you can find a better gun than that pistol, you should even if you gotta knock out a cop just to get one. Those bastards are a dime a dozen anyway."

Muhammad nodded. "Gavin is right. They have other things they have unleashed in the city besides just the undead. I understand the BSAA calls these things B.O.W .'s yes? They unleashed new kinds of B.O .W.'s in the city. They are things nobody could even imagine. You should be very careful. You and these two women,"

The other soldier, Gavin, who had the side of his neck bandaged as well as his shoulder nodded. "Knock em dead stud! Not just the freaks fucking the city up. Make the most of having two ladies. Blonde and a brunette? I would love to be in your shoes right now."

Jake just left and started to head down the path to go after them. However Agent Grant came up to him and said, "Hey, Mr. Muller! Just one thing. I know you've been associated with terrorists in the past like the Edonian Liberation Army. A merc is what you were right? Anyway you may have helped us out in some ways but if I find out you had anything to do with a bio hazard on American soil, I will personally put a bullet in your skull. Is that understood?"

Jake rolled his eyes and just shouted back, "My back is turned right now, asshole. Feel free to take your best shot. I'm not too fond of you BSAA jerk offs either. You all may worship Redfield but to me he's just a sad old man who doesn't know when to throw in the towel. You remind me of his partner that I hear didn't make it. That's not a good quality so stay the hell out of my way."

He walked further into the park. He had only three shots left in the gun but he could make three headshots count before reloading rather than have to use bullet after bullet trying to take out a zombie's body. Jake came to the trail and he saw a bridge that overlooked it that people could drive above the park with while cyclists could ride underneath. He heard an ear piercing scream. Then a shot. He ran to under the bridge to see what the source of the noise was. He looked to see a woman being attacked by a B.O.W.

She was actually a BSAA agent. She was carrying a shotgun in hand but the thing slashed at her and silenced her screams with a sickening crunching sound as it landed on her. It bit off a chunk of her face. Jake fired the last three shots in to the things back. He reloaded as quickly as he could. The thing was a ghastly site to see.

Its desiccated skin pulled tautly over its bones. With its bones pushing against its skin, its complexion the ash gray of the dead , and its eyes pushed back deep into their sockets, the thing looked like a gaunt skeleton recently escaped from the from the grave. What lips it had were tattered and bloody, unclean and suffering from suppuration of the flesh. It gave off a strange and eerie odor of decay and decomposition. Of death.

He fired five shots hitting the thing. It moved away from the dead carcass of the BSAA agent and began to move toward him. It stared at him with its creepy eyes as if he were prey. He backed up discharging two more shots. "What the hell are these things? This must be what Muhammad meant by new B.O.W.'s!" The thing let out an eerie screech of hunger and leapt upon him and slashed at him. It cut his left forearm and knocked him back with surprising strength. It slashed him again, this time across the chest and it opened its blood stained mouth letting the odor all over his face.

It took a bite out of his shoulder and he screamed. "Asshole!" He kicked it off and fired another two rounds this time aiming for the head. He hit it with one shot while the other missed. Jake rolled over and got to his feet. The thing kept at him still not willing to back a way from him. It chewed the chunk of flesh it had in its mouth from him and swallowed it which gave him the creeps even more.

Jake could swear he had seen it grow in front of his own eyes. "What...the actual...fuck...?" He barely dodged it as it lunged for him and he gave it a hard roundhouse kick. He backed away and fired again. Where do they get the designs for these goddamn things? It isn't enough they have to be weapons made from mother nature but they have to be creepy as hell to top it off? Jake fired two more shots at it aiming for the head but hit the chest as it moved swiftly and tackled him to the ground.

It tried to bite him again but Jake punched it however its teeth got his hand. " No!" He growled. "No biting! I'm not...a porter house steak!" It went for his throat again and he tried to bring his knife up to fend it off but it came at him too fast and it clawed his chest causing him to bleed. It's gonna get me...Just then, the sound of automatic fire sounded in the air and at least ten rounds rattled into the thing from behind. It screeched and he rolled out from under as it writhed in agony in its last moments.

Jake felt dizzy. He saw a figure in white run up to him and used green herbs on his exterior wounds. It could have been worse if he had been internally injured in which case he would have needed the herbs to be in capsule form. He looked to thank the person who had saved him. "Sherry...? What are you doing here?"

She looked just as shocked as he was. "I could ask you the same thing. I wondered if that was you or not but I wasn't sure. I was thinking it couldn't be but I was too busy saving you from being killed. What the hell was that thing?"

Jake shrugged. She offered him a hand to help him up. When he had first met her he would have been too proud to take it but now, a little humility would do no harm. "Thanks for saving me. What a hell of a way to run into one another again, huh? I'd hoped it would have been under different circumstances but then, you just saved me from being puppy chow to...whatever that creature was."

Sherry looked at him taking notice of the change in the way he was. She believed that during his time with her he had changed. It seemed like a positive change. "We don't have anyway to know right now but I suspect Neo Umbrella. Listen, i'm looking for my partner now and I can't find her. You remember that woman that was with Leon back in China? I was assigned as her partner this time but I haven' t seen her. I found her PDA all smashed up. What are you doing here? I'm on a job."

Jake sighed. "Kind of the same deal for me but it's hard to explain. I got a phone call. First on a payphone and then on my cell phone. I can't figure out who i t is but somebody is watching me and they said all this crap about me having a destiny in the world's fate. Said there was more to me than just my blood."

Sherry looked at him with with a curious look on her face. "What else did he say ? Do you think he worked with Umbrella? Maybe he meant as far as your father? That's the only other thing they could mean apart from your blood having the antibodies to the virus. How could he know that? Chris tried to help keep that a secret from most of the BSAA you know. He tried to keep you being Wesker's son under wraps. Even if you don't like him, you can't say that wasn't nice of him to do, " She smiled trying to back it up but seemed shaky as to whether or not he believed her. Though it was true, at least as far as she was concerned telling him this, he didn't want any part of Chris Redfield's hospitality in any form.

Jake shook his head. "I don't care about Redfield. Anyway, the guy said I had to find somebody out here who was more tied into my so called destiny than I knew. Not to freak you out, Sherry but I think the guy meant you. Who else would he have meant?"

She listened to him and then said softly , "That is a possibility. Your father and mine were friends at one time. That is until Albert had him killed. Maybe they just meant being that you and I both have fathers who were involved with Umbrella? People who had a lot to do with the outbreak in Raccoon?"

Jake shrugged. "You could be right about that but maybe he meant it went further than that. Like my blood, his legacy, whatever 'gift' he left me. That plus the things I can do and my antibodies plus my ability to resist that drug that woman gave me back in Edonia that made my comrades in struggle go ape shit? Plus you had that healing ability too. That's not something to overlook. You said they did a lot of tests on you. Well who knows how many people were keeping tabs on you? We were both the children of mad scientists. So to speak."

Jake examined the corpse of the fallen BSAA agent. She had a combat shotgun but it was out of ammunition. "Shit," He hissed. "Well this thing is too useful to just toss so I guess I'll be lugging it until I find some shells for it. How did you come by that Rifle?"

She sighed. "It's complicated. Long story short, a National Guard died. He gave me this before he did," Sherry looked troubled. He stepped closer and asked her with concern on his normally hardened face, "What's wrong Sherry? What happened? "

She sighed and looked down. "He was already mortally wounded and he wanted me to finish him off. He said he'd give me this if I did. He was going to do it himself even though it went against every fabric of his own beliefs. I didn't want to but..." As he looked at her he thought she might cry. He hugged her, not caring if it was awkward or out of place as they were still new friends. "It's okay. I know what you mean. I had a couple of comrades lose arms and legs. They were fighting to liberate Edonia from the government and the new dictator but they didn't want to return home with pieces of themselves gone."

She held him tight for a moment and then pulled apart. She brushed away the tear from her eye she had. She felt weak. Sh e was a US government agent and she was supposed to be stronger than this. Still , she didn't like to be in situations like that. She wanted to not let her emotions get the better of her on a mission. She asked him, "How did you kill them?"

Jake said, "I had one friend, Viktor, who didn't speak any English at all. You heard the language we had back there right? He got his legs blown off by a government soldier with a grenade launcher. He asked me to shoot him...I held his hand while I did and he nodded for me to do it. So I looked away and fired. Ever since that happened, I never liked speaking the language after that. Then I had another friend, Erik. He was one of the few people that I gave a damn about. He was a lot like me. He lost his parents during the Cold War. When we tried to attack the city hall in the Edonian capital, he took rounds from a mounted mini gun. He was laying there is so much pain."

She could see he was troubled by the ver y thought as he told her the story. "There was just three of us. Erik died before Viktor did. About six months before. W e were pinned down by the government soldiers. Despite being under a dictator, t hey considered us terrorists. So before they ever called in the BSAA, before the re was even an infection, they called in NATO. We had no more medical supplies and we wanted to make our way out of there. All we really had left for him was so me old school morphine. We'd already given him some when he took some rounds a few minutes earlier."

"He said he would do it for me. I gave h im the shot and then he told me to run. Told us both to run. Next thing I know I hear shots as we leave he provided some cover fire. When we saw him on the news it said he was killed in a gunfight. I couldn't figure out if they meant that he had died from the wounds he already had or if he got shot more. I wonder if the dose of morphine I had given him was what he died from or if he had been shot or if he just wanted to go out shooting while flying high."

He looked to her and said, "They were the only people i ever really cared about aside from my mother," Yet he thought And you, supergirl. He then said, "Listen, the city is dangerous and it seems a bit crazy for either one of us to take on infected on our own. I can do it but I don't really want to. Wanna partner up until we can find your partner?"

She thought about it. "Hmmm...well before you were the mission but now you're a civilian. I guess we could bend the rules just one more time. We can say I'm protecting you again. Consider me your escort," Though Jake Muller was never in need of anybody else's protection, he smirked just slightly and said, "Just like old times, huh? I guess we can put it like that."

As they moved through the park, Sherry informed him, "I'm not so sure if we'll find Helena right away or even if sh's still in the park. She may have gone somewhere else in the city. Like maybe after the people that started the outbreak? Anyway, let's get moving and scale the rest of it including the bridges above it. If it turns out she isn't here, we may have to look somewhere else."

Jake nodded but replied, "That's all fine by me but while you look for your partner and apprehend the terrorists, do you mind if after we look here for a bit, we also escort those people to the train station? It's one of the tasks I gotta do for whoever keeps calling me," She nodded. "Yeah, we can do that. After we look around for a little bit. Besides, helping these people get to the station is as much my job as it is yours. I just have to find the guys who unleashed the C virus in the city too.

They headed further into the park silently, knowing they had a lot of ground to cover.

Ada/Leon

He sat up breathing in a huge breath and wheezed. He then coughed. She gave him a green herb capsule hoping to stop any internal bleeding that he had as he had just coughed some blood up. She wiped her own tears away hoping to concel it all together. "Where...where did he go? That guy who shot me...we need to go after him. If he really is who he says he is."

Ada put a finger to his lips and hushed him. "Shhhh...Leon just save your strength. We'll go after him in a minute. He got away. We need to get you some medical attention. That capsule may have healed you a little but we need to get that slug out of you so that it doesn't get infected," She then added shortly after, "In the original sense I mean."

He sat up and she warned him to take it easy. He protested. "We don't have time to get me surgery. We gotta...do something about this infection. I don't want them to try to destroy this place like Tall Oaks and Raccoon. This is a bigger city than the other two. There has to be better way. I can walk..." She helped him to his feet and he held his bleeding wound. It wasn't as bad as a normal gunshot wound but it still hurt like hell.

She stopped him and said, "Wait, let me patch you up first," He closed his eyes wincing as she taped the wound up. "We should try a hospital. Maybe there are still a few doctors there. We can only hope. They might have all gotten out of town but some may have stayed because if the ambulances are still up and running, they're gonna have a busy night."

He turned to her and asked, "So what was the deal with guy? He acted like you know him. What did he mean by 'old times sake'?" She sighed as they walked down the street. "We've assisted each other on missions before. Grim. He's more of a shadow than a man. He's another one of Albert's puppets. He thinks he's his son. Even if he isn't his son biologically he might as well be based on his at least he was. I don't honestly know what his motivations are these days. He used to believe in Wesker's new world."

Leon was grateful she had patched him up. "So much for that," He remarked. "Chris Redfield turned him into ashes. He's as dead as Birkin is. So if Wesker is dead, then who would he work for now? What kind of missions would you two help each other with? When was this?"

She took the lead and was on point with her crossbow. "One question at a time. Usually we would be out to retrieve some hardware or blueprints for a new B.O.W., files on R&D for new bio weapons. A couple of times it was just espionage missions but with Grim they often turned out bloody even when we weren't going against any infected carriers. Zombies, ganados, majini, or security guards, Grim loves carnage. That's why even though I see him as Wesker's son in some ways I think Grim fits better. It's the only way i can describe his personality. The mask is only one of the reasons."

They headed to a hospital that was just a block away according to Ada's PDA. Which was also a Communicator Cube. She took him towards the direction where it was supposed to be. As they came to the hospital entrance, they could see the chaos that was surrounding it. There were a few police officers dressed in SWAT team gear and they were firing upon a large pack of zombies with MP5's.

They shot them through the temple and tried to keep them back. There were a few civilians armed with makeshift weapons who were also swinging on the infected but the cops advised them, "Stay back! Let us handle these things! We have it all under con..." The officer was grabbed by a zombie who attempted to bite him. The cop shoved him back and unleashed a burst of rounds into its face.

A female SWAT member hit a zombie with the Assault Rifle she had in the forehead and cracked its head open. She had done this to buy herself some time to reload. "What's going on here? Is there any way we can get into that hospital?" Leon asked, trying to ignore the pain from the wound. "Are you insane? This place has been overrun by these goddamn things! All the doctors that worked there were either killed, turned or they've headed over to the checkpoint at Central Park. You can try your luck over there but I wouldn't get my hopes up. They'll have their hands full with the wounded from the city already. We got five boroughs in the city, pal! With worse injuries than you have! Some have lost a leg or two!"

Leon angrily said, "He, I'm trying to help those people too! I just can't exactly do that if I keel over from a gunshot wound. You're a cop you're supposed to help people not set a bad example for cops everywhere and give your department a bad name!"

The guy yelled, "Don't tell me how to do my job! I can appreciate the stress of your situation here but..." Just then, the man was attacked from behind, hit with a baseball bat by a zombie from behind. He was dazed by the blow despite wearing a protective helmet and he stumbled. The helmet almost fell off of him. Another carrier grabbed him and sunk their teeth into his face and bit him on the side of the chin and tore off a piece of flesh. He shrieked like a banshee as it bit him. Ada pulled Leon away from the chaos as it broke out and more shots were fired as zombies began to swarm the cops.

They headed up the street heading toward Central Park. "We're not too far. Can you make it there?" She asked him. He rolled his eyes. "Not the first time I've been shot, Ada. Remember? This one does hurt more. I hate to admit it,"

They moved up the street trying to get out of there as fast as they could. "Ada..." Leon said seeming tired. "Do you know where the infection started? If we know where it first happened in the city, maybe we can try and solve it. There must have been some of the same creatures that unleashed the C virus back in China since I don't see any missiles going off anywhere. If we see any of them, we should try to kill it. That way, more zombies aren't made."

Ada nodded. "We can do that but I don't think it started just from that. I think there was a lot more to it than just one source. I think Grim is the one who unleashed the virus in the first place. A lot of signs are pointing toward him. If we see him again we'll need to kill him. You just need to be more careful when we do. I can't be there to save you every time."

They headed up the street, Leon trying to ignore the pain in his abdomen. Ada nudged him and showed him that she had taken some pain pills, a smile on her face. "Still, don't say I never did anything for you."

They headed toward Central Park on foot. Leon examined a dead body and found some ammunition next to him. The body on the ground was that of a man of Indian descent who had brown eyes dark skin that was almost like that of an African, and he had curly hair. His eyes behind his wire rimmed glasses were glazed in death, his throat having been cut. His gun was the same kind as what he had but Leon could see that whatever or whoever had killed him had dismantled the gun or by brute force had broken it.

He now had forty five rounds on him. He ejected the mag he had in the gun and put a fresh one in. Looking at Ada he asked, "Just out of curiosity, how will you even find ammo for that thing? It isn't like we'll find bows just laying around the city. Don't you have a more practical gun?"

Ada revealed that in fact she did have a 9mm. "A girl needs a good challenge every now and then. I needed a more retro style. It still kills the carriers either way. There should be a sporting goods store nearby but if not I can make arrows out of wood from tree branches. It isn't hard. Besides, this is a lot more quiet than a pistol."

Leon remarked, "Well they sure didn't seem to do much against Simmons when it mattered. That was one hard man to kill. I thought he would never die."

Ada lightly chuckled and said, "He could take arrows, bullets and grenades better than he could take rejection. He was a sad pathetic excuse for a man."

Just then, a car came speeding toward them as they were walking. Ada tackled Leon to the ground and they both got out of the way just in time. The car then swerved to a stop and crashed flipping over and rolling. It slid along the street sending sparks flying. As it came to a stop, a window was busted open the rest of the way and a bloody arm surfaced. Three carriers got out of the car and advanced on the two, wounded but still coming. Ada fired her crossbow and nailed one in the chest. This man, was an older man wearing overalls and he had hair only on the sides and was balding otherwise. He had just become a zombie. Now he had a bow sticking out of him as it pierced his rib cage. She fired again and another hit him in the chest.

She fired again and put a bow between his eyes and it hit him and went through his brain and the back jutted out of his skull, blood and gray matter dripping crudely from the petruding arrow tip. Leon fired his handgun, two shots hitting a man with a crowbar in the head. The man went down as the rounds destroyed his brain and Leon fired on the other, a young woman with a green tank top and messy red hair.

He hit her with a round which grazed her in the jaw and she held her face moaning but had not been hit with a critical shot. He fired again but the round hit her left hand as it was in front of her bloodied face. She then came at him and grabbed him attempting to bite him.

Ada kicked her off and put a bow in the back of her head as she went down. The arrow pinned her to the pavement as it pierced her face. More were coming, attracted by the sound of the car crash. Ada fired a bolt again and hit a man in the side of the neck. He gurgled and wheezed turning pale gray as it was wounded. It stumbled in confusion. She gave it a kick and it hit the ground and she removed the arrow from his neck causing blood to gush and she discarded the useless arrow aside on the ground. The man held his wound and then dropped to his knees and then collapsed on his side. Leon hit a male zombie looking to be in his thirties, a man with black hair and brown eyes, a Caucasian with a Navy Seals tattoo on his left forearm.

The rounds did nothing as the man had a vest on. He got closer and fired another two and these pierced through the vest and caused him to bleed. Leon put another round in his juggular and fired a twelfth shot at his head. The round hit him in the cheek right next to his nose. The man groaned and held his face shaking and staggering from the injury. Though he knew it would cause him pain t o do it, he gave the man a suplex and he smashed his head to a bloody pulp on the curb.

Ada took out a zombie dressed as a construction worker with a single arrow to the forehead but still more were coming. A man who was clearly a fire fighter who had a fire axe came at her ready to attack and she fired while backing away but as she did and as he came at her, the arrow did not get him in the face but instead in the left side of the chest. She tried to load another bow but he grabbed her.

Ada kicked the axe from his arms before he could use it in a swift martial arts kick but he still tackled her trying to bring his snarling drooling mouth in for a quick bite. Ada kicked him back away from her and then hit him in the side of the face with the crossbow and send him on his back. Another carrier, this one, a larger heavy set man that could have been a bodybuilder, came at her and cut her with some kind of sharp object she could not see. She felt blood down her side as it dripped down her left arm.

She fired a bow into his stomach. The man groaned in agony and she fired another into his chest, loading and firing as rapidly as she could. Ada aimed for his face and fired but her shot was thrown off as a female zombie, this one, a brown skinned Cuban lady with a short haircut, a beige blouse and bell bottom jeans grabbed her and with surprising strength threw her to the ground.

The arrow hit the bodybuilder type carrier in the chest just to the right of the heart. He fell to the ground bleeding but was not dead. Ada got to her feet and the woman attacked her, as she was holding a wooden stick with barb wire around it. Ada cried out in pain as it cut her same injured arm causing further bleeding. She dropped the crossbow just out of her reach and three zombies were coming getting in the path of it. She retrieved the handgun and rolled out of the way of a swing as the woman brought the deadly improvised weapon down and missed Ada by centimeters. She kicked the woman's left leg out from under her and she went down on one knee. This was enough for Ada. She fired three rounds into the woman's back and then aimed for the back of her head one more time, pulling the trigger. She fell as the bullet nicked the brainstem.

She fired into the knee caps of the nearest zombie, a Caucasian male with a mostly rotten face and hair that had been blonde but was stained with dirt and blood. His face was almost just a skeleton. He fell to his knees as she fired the shot and Ada did a fan kick on him sending him sprawling to the ground. Leon flanked the other two zombies, one, an elderly woman with white hair, wrinkles, and milky white eyes, the other, an obese man with a messy black beard. He fired the last of his mag into the backs of their heads before reloading and turning on the next four zombies coming toward him.

Ada got the crossbow back and she fired a shot into the zombie she had previously wounded with bolts but had not killed. She fired one into the side of the abdomen. This one went clear into the kidney and pierced it. The man went down in a pool of his own blood, surrounding the arrows that had gone into his body, and did not get up again. Leon took out the four near him but had not done so with head shots for all of them.

Two, he had shot in the head but the others he had fired into their abdomens. In doing so he had used up another mag and now had to reload. There was another small pack coming up the street for them, perhaps exited by the smell of Leon's gunshot wound and Ada's fresh blood as they roared with hunger coming faster than your average Raccoon City zombie.

She pulled him toward where she was headed, down another alley that would take them through to another street closer to Central Park. "Come on! We don't have the time or the ammo to stay here."

Meanwhile...

A blonde male Caucasian with messy facial hair and cold gray eyes stared at the Manhattan streets. He saw exactly who he was looking for.Ada... "That, I take it, is who you are looking for, correct? The same Ada Wong who stole countless amounts of data from not only Umbrella but from our organization as well? You need to remember one thing. I'm the head of the Family now. That is not something you can get back. It is my empire now. If you still desire Ada, however, she has been a thorn in the side of myself and my brother. Do with her what you will. You would be doing us a great service." Alex Wesker said to his visitor.

Alex Wesker himself was a tall black male with a mean looking face, a scar across his right cheek near the eye. He wore all black, similar to that of his brother but he had a black cape that was blood red on the interior of it. He had eyes similar to that of his brother. Though he was not his brother biologically anymore than Albert Wesker Jr. was his biological son, he, like Grim, was related to Albert through their blood. Their legacy. Their one gift from their common father. He was watching Ada Wong on a monitor. He had access to every camera in the city should he so desire. "You will relinquish the right to run The Family and every asset we have if we help you get Ada Wong. Do we have an agreement? You may even have revenge on Agent Kennedy if you want."

Behind those steel gray eyes, even Alex had no idea what was going on in the mind of the man. He just looked at the monitor, fixated on the woman with the DSO agent. "We have a deal Mr. Wesker. For now. Just so long as Ada is back in my hands. Should any of your men capture her, I want her alive."

He looked at the agent with longing, with lust, with anger, with violent sexual thoughts, with rage, and with bittersweet love. You may have convinced yourself you are in love with this Kennedy fellow but you are mine, Ada Wong. You always have been. We were meant for each other. That plebeian nimrod is not your destiny. I am. You can resist all you want but you were made for me. Soon, it will all make sense my sweet...one way or another we shall be together again.

Josh/Jill

Josh was already feeling worn out even though the mission had not been going on for long. The job had that kind of effect on even the most fit came across some dead bodies as they walked along. There lay a dead soldier, wounded already from a battle but he had a gunshot in the head. Josh could not figure out what had happened here and neither could Jill. Just then, one of them stirred. He sat up. Most of the dead there were dead from gunshot wounds. The man had been shot but he was not dead. He was a soldier and all though his name on the uniform was too bloodied up to read he was still alive but they were not sure for how long. Jill approached him. "Are you all right? What happened here?"

The man was a Marine. "Fucking... terrorists...we got in a firefight with them. I thought we could take em. There was only a handful of them. I don't speak Spanish so I don't know what they were saying...but...they won this one. We're just grunts. Happy to not have to serve in Afghanistan or Iraq...we thought it'd be an easy tour before going home...there was one soldier he was just a private and some woman told one of the rebels to shoot him. I swear, the guy who did it...I saw him hesitating...they shouted at him again and again...until he did it. He pulled the trigger. Shot him. That one spoke English too... Private Johnston tried begging him but he shot him. I can't help but think...he might have been CIA. One of us...and he didn't want to get caught as an..." The man began coughing harshly.

He coughed blood up and Jill could see he had been hit pretty bad. He had at least four gunshot wounds that she could find and maybe even more. Josh put a hand on his shoulder. "Just hang in there...don't try to say more than you can. Take it slow. We're here to help. We're an anti terrorist team sent by the UN. It is not important who." As Josh said that it made Jill realize that what Josh had said earlier was something he truly did take to heart and while most BSAA agents might have been concerned only with bio terrorism, Josh wanted to end it all period. Whether it was the Taliban, the LRA, the PLO, the Israeli or US government or disgruntled Umbrella employees, he was against it. So while he did not speak on behalf of the BSAA as a whole he did speak for himself and maybe a few others like him who believed as he did and also happened to be BSAA.

"The man...he was...I don't think he was one of them. I don't know. I mean...he looked like he'd seen this kind of thing all his life...but he isn't from the island. Some other country in Latin America. I could just tell. His accent was a bit different...he might be...one of the good guys...I understand...why he did what he did...I just want this to stop. Want to go home...back to Kentucky. We thought that...if there was any fighting...we'd put em down...ASAP...that it'd be cake. But it wasn't. These people are serious...and they're pissed off..."

Jill asked him, "Do you know if they started the outbreak? The thing causing people to behave strangely? We need to know. We're following up on leads but we don't know for sure yet. We have an informant of our own infiltrating the rebels but we aren't exactly sure if they caused the outbreak. We haven't made contact with him. Could you describe this man who you thought was CIA?"

The man coughed. "He's...about five foot nine...Hispanic...male maybe from Central or South America...dark skin...dark brown hair...kinda shaggy...he was dressed like a civilian but...he..." The man began coughing violently again and hacked up more blood. Jill put a hand on his back as he coughed more and more and then finally he stopped and breathed, wheezing and then breathed less harshly and with a final exhale, he was gone.

Josh looked frustrated. "Damn it! He was about to tell us. His injuries must have been worse than we thought. Okay, so he described what the man looked like. Does any of this sound familiar to you?"

Jill nodded. "Yes. That's Carlos. I just don't see him doing something like that. Killing a man in cold blood just because somebody else told him to? Then again, there's still some things I don't know about him and I like to think i know him better than anybody else. I thought he was bad at first and I didn't trust him but he's one of the good guys, Josh. I know it."

Josh looked at her and told her bluntly, "What if you don't know him at all? Or at least not as well as you think you do? I'm only saying you should be prepared for the possibility that he has gone rogue. I have seen it happen before. Too many times."

Jill shook her head. She did not want to go into the details of their past relationship so she said, "Just trust me, Josh. I know what I'm saying. He isn't a bad guy. I know he isn't. If it hadn't been for him I would have become a zombie."

Just then, they spotted a red dot being aimed at Jill. She hit the ground as a round was fired and it barely missed her chest by centimeters. She rolled into cover behind a beat up abandoned Chevy that didn't look like it had been running since the 50's. Josh fired his Assault Rifle for covering fire before sliding into cover next to the younger American woman. They heard shouts of commands in Spanish but did not understand what was said.

Jill fired blindly around the side trying to spray it toward where she thought the shooter might be. The rounds did hit the man and wounded him but did not kill him. He had body armor on. Jill sneaked a look at the man shooting. He was a local but he seemed to be military. He was one of the many enlisted men from the island who were in the U.S. Military. Josh briefly stuck himself out from cover and fired, hitting the man again, at least one round hitting him in the collar bone.

"He must be infected! If he weren't he would be down from that," Josh declared as he got back into cover. There were more armed J'avo insurgents coming after them. Jill fired her G36 and hit the man with four rounds in the side of the face. He went down. A male with light brown skin and long curly black hair advanced on the two agents firing on the car. He wore a striped shirt with a turned up collar and white pants. Josh got his Glock out to conserve ammunition for the AK.

He fired eight shots from cover and five of them hit the man. Two rounds struck him in the left knee. Another round hit him in the bladder and two more rounds hit him in the stomach. The man fell to the ground crying out in agony holding his knee wound. As Josh neared him, he saw his eyes and could tell he was clearly infected. He fired a round into his head and it blew fragments of his skull out of his head and Josh fired two more rounds. His head exploded in a red blast and the thing still stood up. It began to mutate into the Glava Dim. Its pertrusions resembled the stinger and abdomen of a wasp or a bee.

They backed away and Josh pulled the pin on a hand grenade and lobbed it at the thing. He shielded his face as he did and Jill and Josh got away from the blast radius. The thing was badly wounded by the grenade so Josh stood above it and emptied the remaining rounds in the magazine into it until it died. Jill took out a carrier with seven rounds to the body but just like the one Josh had killed, it mutated. It caught on fire and began to crystalize. As Jill saw this, her eyes widened. She had been told of this happening before and had read report but had never seen it up close. Josh had reloaded and fired three shots at the crystallized creature but it was no use.

Josh fired two shots into the knee of another J'avo and ran up and did a suplex on him. He smashed the man's head to a bloody pulp and even if he had not, bringing all his body weight strength and the weight of his enemy head first on the ground, he would have still killed him because he heard the sickening crunch of his neck breaking. The vertebrae was fucked. A carrier who appeared to be a rebel, just like the one Josh had first seen mutate, fired upon him with an M-16 variant and hit him in the chest. Though the bulletproof vest had stopped the rounds from getting through, they had still caused trauma to the chest and he knew he'd feel it later on and it would bother him more than it did at the moment. The amount of rounds fired sent him staggering back and he fell.

The carrier hissed above him as it reloaded on him. However before it did, it hit him with the butt of the Rifle, hoping to stun him so he would not try to fire on it while it reloaded. Josh was dazed and was down but not out. No time to rest! Get the lead out of your ass, Dike! He fired his pistol rapidly and did not even need to aim at such a close range. Six shots were fired and he nailed him with every round but only a few of them did critical damage on the thing. The rest hit non lethal spots causing non fatal flesh wounds. A seventh round shot the Assault Rifle out of his hands and the bullet bounced off the weapon and a fragment of it lodged into the wrist of the carrier. The third eye seemed to be staring right at him.

Josh fired another shot hitting it in the shin bone. He got to his feet but clumsily dropped the gun. He wasted no time withdrawing his knife, which was a knife from his home country that his father had given him. It was a traditional Igbo dagger. He was told that one day, it would come in handy. This was that day. He stabbed the carrier into the things head. It made a sickening crunch as it connected with both bone and cartilage. It gushed like a fountain when he removed the blade and he shoved it back and watched it hit the ground, bleeding more as its head connected with the dirt.

He got his AK back out and fired off ten rounds at two carriers, lighting them up. There were three of them left. Jill fired her own handgun, trying to get all of them at once with ten shots. The first carrier, she hit with five rounds in the back. The second, with two to the heart and the third with two bullets to the stomach and one in the head. He went down but the other two were merely wounded. The carrier whom she had shot first, a former soldier, a red haired woman with dark skin and neck length hair who had her helmet knocked off, fired her Assault Rifle at her. Jill, too had on a protective vest but it was not accurate to say they were bulletproof. They were more like bullet resistant but when an armor piercing bullet was fired they were useless.

Sometimes it did not even take that much to get through. Two rounds went through and went into the right side of her chest and whit her in the shoulder. She cried out in pain as she went down. Jill fired her pistol from the ground and got to her feet, firing the remaining rounds into the woman's head. As the first round hit, just blood came from the carrier's wound. As another round hit, blood and brains burst out of the wounds. With the third skull matter was added to that. With the last few rounds, there was nothing left of her face.

Jill got to her feet and saw that the carrier she had shot in the heart was back on his feet. Jill gave him a left hook and then a kick, sending him sprawling on the ground. She then did a jump in the air and landed on him with both knees on his chest. He died from the injuries moments later writing before his body gave out and he held still. Josh approached her and asked, "Are you okay? How bad is it? We need to get that bullet out."

Jill checked her wound and reported, "It's a through and through. It exited out of the back of my shoulder. I'm pretty lucky if it didn't do too much damage to the cartilage or nerves but that also means I got an exit wound. Use a can of first aid spray and lets patch me up. Aside from that, I can't do anything about it."

He did as she asked, getting the medical kit out, relieved they had finished the carriers had to lift her shut up past her bra to see the wound. "I'm not trying to get fresh, this is just where the wound is," He said sheepishly. She smirked at his remark. He took some gauze out and a first aid spray can and applied it to the wound. "Ah! Why did you push on it so hard?" She demanded. He apologized, "We have to keep pressure on it for a minute to at least let it slow down the bleeding. I will bandage it here in a moment but we need to let the medicine do its work."

He then did the same for her exit wound. Finally, he patched her up spraying the last of the can onto the bandage. Then he put her shirt of her uniform back down. He seemed modest but curious. "I was wondering...is that scar one you got from Kijuju?"

She was embarrassed by his question. It was that same unsightly scar that had not gone away and never would. She had gotten it because of that damn device. She was glad Chris and Sheva had been there to remove it but at the same time, it had left that reminder of one of the worst times of her life. She still shuddered at the thought of living with Wesker for three years. "Yeah, from Chris and Sheva," She replied. "I owe them for freeing me. Plus you for getting me out of there."

She stood up and began to retrieve ammo for the handgun she was using off of the dead carriers. Josh did the same as well as looting rounds from AK's off the dead rebels Just then, as Josh was bent over, the soldier who had spoken to them and died in front of them of his own gunshot wounds, lunged at Josh, suddenly back from the dead, his eyes milky white and his pupils were gone leaving just the eyeballs showing as it groaned a painful growl of hunger. Josh struggled with it, trying to keep its head back. Jill kicked it off of him and it staggered trying to regain balance. She then wrapped her legs around its head and brought it slamming to the ground breaking the neck. He breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you, Jill. I am not so sure you owe me anymore if you keep saving my life like this!"

She winked. "We're partners. It's what we do." Just then, she got contacted by Chris as did he since he was linked up with her. "Redfield to Valentine, Jill do you copy? I hae something important to tell you. Josh, if you're listening, the same to you."

Jill spoke up saying back to him, "Loud and clear, Chris. What's wrong?"

He sounded stressed. "Well it's two things. For starters, Excella Gione. I just saw her and she was alive and well. I don't know how it's possible but I saw her. Which leads to my next thing. She was with my former partner, Piers. Jill, he's been dead for months. He was infected with the virus and he went down with that underwater base. Even if he survived that, there's no way in hell he would be looking normal again."

Jill didn't know what to say. Her mouth dropped open a little and she said, "Are you sure it's them? How can you know for certain? This is Umbrella we're dealing with. How do you know it isn't just another trick they're pulling? If they're doing that, they must know we've arrived in town. I guess it isn't a secret now."

Sheva also spoke up confirming what Redfield had said. "Jill, he's telling the truth. I saw it myself. He shot Chris and we think he maybe under Neo Umbrella's control, maybe even the same kind of mind control you were under. What if they have some newer tricks up their sleeves?"

Jill asked, "You were shot? Oh god. Chris are you okay? What happened?" She asked in a tony a bit too worried sounding considering he was well enough to be talking to them via a com link. As Josh listened in, he asked, "What did you do with the man? This Piers? We may need to apprehend him and see if we can get any information out of him."

Chris told them, "I'm fine, Jill but I don't want to shoot him. I had to stop Sheva from doing that too but if you two see him, can you do me a favor and let me know right away? I don't want him shot. He isn't like Neo Umbrella at least not voluntarily."

Jill asked him, "What about Excella? Did you make any contact with her?" He replied, "No, she got away. That's the funny thing, she looked at me like she knew me but paid Sheva no mind. That makes no sense seeing as we both had a hand in her death but Sheva was the one who finished her off. Something doesn't add up. We got a job to do here but it couldn't hurt to find out what's going on. We need to figure out how they brought them back."

Jill took in all that he was saying. Something was definitely up. "Okay, well, just be careful, Chris. We don't want to lose you too. Let me know if anything happens. Don't hesitate, I've still got your back. I always will," She wondered if that too was overzealous yet again but he simply responded, "You too, Jill. The same goes for you. If you encounter anything bigger than your pay grade, call us and we'll come help. Josh, watch out for her, okay? Don't let anything happen to her."

Josh agreed. "Not a problem, my friend. I will make sure she stays in one piece You do the same for Sheva. Do not let her die, okay?" Chris replied, "Roger that."

Sheva also said, "Watch out for yourself too, Josh. You as well, Jill. Godspeed..."

As they walked through the now quiet village, Jill asked him, "I was just wondering, do you have a thing for Sheva? You seem like you two are close," Josh laughed. "You've asked me this before. I do care about her as a baby sister. It's platonic love. I am married already. We have children together. Yes, I hve thought of it but I did not act on it. What about you? i think you must have a place in your heart for Chris. Were you two ever an item?"

Jill looked down. "No...kind of...I don't know. It's complicated. We've been good friends for a long time. We know almost everything about each other.

We were the first to know about the Raccoon City infection. We've always been there for each other. I do like him but we haven't exactly have the time with our jobs and all."

Josh pointed out, "It is easier to date somebody who is BSAA somebody you know can take care of himself. I often worry about my wife when I am away. I never know if i made enemies i am not aware of when I captured or killed certain terrorists. I taught her to use a gun. Even the kids. Still, I know that wouldn't do much if there were a lot of them all gunning for me and my family."

Jill looked at him almost in shock. "You let your kids use guns? Isn't that like a child soldier? If it's unsafe why not move to Europe or America?"

Josh explained, " What, just fly away in a chopper like you people? That's my country, Jill. We were there long before you came and we'll be there long after you've gone. As for operating a fire arm, if me or her are not around, we must be prepared. We have taught the little ones the importance of a gun and hoe serious it is. That is not a toy. To not aim at anything they don't intend to shoot."

With his use of the word "you people" she was unsure if he meant her individually or was generalizing. She decided she would rather not know. Still she asked him, "Well sure, I understand that but what about a better life? What about keeping them safe? I know the conditions in third world countries aren't ideal for children."

Josh shrugged. "This maybe true but that will not change with me running off to the West. I have more respect for our brothers and sisters who go to America and the UK and get an education and use what they learned there to fix their homeland. Build hospitals, wells, schools, fix the airports, pave the roads better. That makes more sense to me than to just escape our reality by being a refugee in the First World. Always running."

Jill decided to change the subject. "So why did Sheva call you Dike? Are you sure there isn't something going on between you two?"

Josh laughed at that. "No, that is my traditional name. I was given Joshua at the Christian school after the biblical warrior who led the Jews after Moses died. Dike is an Igbo name. It means Resilient. I like to think of that as a good thing. Sheva just happened to know that about me. As for her and me being an item, no. Maybe if i were single and ten years younger but it is not so. Whoever she does end up with will be a lucky man she is a good woman."

Though Jill liked Sheva and considered her a friend ever since she helped save her, she wondered if she was who Chris had eyes for now. Jill felt old, like damaged goods. Sheva had a rocking body a cute butt, and was just as busty as she was. Plus the bronze complexion. All i have is a scar on my tits. In a way, she's me when i was her age. Before I was so screwed up.

She noticed that even Chris looked at her different. Like she so delicate that she might break if he even touched her. Given what she had gone through because of Albert it was reasonable but she remembered when he looked at her as a feminine bad ass, a sexy Amazon goddess. How even when he would look at her with a You-know-I-care look she could see his eyes looked at her as more than a friend.

She just smiled. "That's interesting. I wish i had an interesting name history like that. As far as i know I've always just been Jillian but i think Valentine used to be Valentino. We may have been Italian at one point I'm not sure. In any case all it means is I have the same last name as the man who started a commercial holiday pretending to be about love."

Josh grinned, "Ah but it is no light thing to be named after the man who chose love over war and was beheaded because of it," Jill rolled her eyes. "So what did you choose, Dike?" She asked in a teasing tone. This got a frown on his face. "I think I chose love but the one time I did choose war, is always catching up with me. I try to be home with the children and spend as much time with Amaka and the children as I can but this job keeps me away. I guess the same problem you have with dating Redfield is the problem i have that keeps from home."

They picked up the pace and began to head south east. As they came by what looked like an old post office, Jill spotted something on the ground. She examined what it was. It was a discarded wire. She saw that it had been stomped on. This made her worry. Did they find Carlos out?

Just then, something that looked like a dog lept out at them. She barely moved out of the way. She looked at it and saw it was some kind of abomination. They had found another way to fuck with dogs. This form was mostly hairless and had a pronounced spinal ridge, unusually pronounced eye sockets, fangs, and claws. It looked to be some kind of dog that was somehow reptilian. It's nose was like that of a dog but it had a forked tongue. It screeched, the sound of it giving Agent Valentine chills. Josh looked horrified too. He aimed his AK at the thing just before it charged at them, its eyes glowing red as it came at its prey.

Elsewhere...

Grim had just finished ripping out the throat of a police officer. For reasons he could not exactly understand, he had always hated them more than the soldiers. He had often heard the comparison of military and police but in reality there was a major difference. Most soldiers were just pawns. Poor dumb tools just in it for the scholarship. The cops on the other hand, had chosen their paths for a career.

They were every bit as terrorist as they were making him out to be. He remembered how he had heard about the N.Y.P.D. putting a plunger up that one man's ass. There had been countless other instances he had read about or heard about. Just then, he closed his eyes as the flashes started again. He had normally only seen images and faces like he did in dreams while awake before but dad had given him a drug that had put a stop to that.

He had never known what they were. He had never even bothered to ask. All he had cared about was that it had stopped. With his father now dead, the drug was not an option. Nobody had known where he had gotten them from or what they had been. He saw images of faces, that he presumed were from his life before, before Albert had rescued him. He also saw numbers too. He closed his eyes hoping the numbers would go away. He still saw a seven, a two, and a 6. Is that some kind of passcode? He growled, "What's with these fucking numbers?! What is the meaning of this?!" After this, images of actual DNA appeared in his head and he could see the virus changing it in front of his eyes. He saw an explosion on top of that. He couldn't comprehend what the hell it was. He saw zombies burning, flesh peeling from their faces as fire peeled them bit by bit.

He saw darkness. He saw pain, he saw terror. He saw B.O.W.'s he had never seen before. He could see man after man being decapitated. He saw machine gun fire. Then fire. What did it mean? In frustration he punched a hole in a wall.

He decided he would ask Uncle Alex. He contacted him and he was asked, "Make it quick, what is the matter?" Grim growled, "These numbers and images in my head. I think they were...I don't know what they were. Dad used to give me a drug that would stop it from happening. It might be from my past life, I don't know what any of it means. I keep seeing...gunshots, bodies with holes in them...and I can't figure out what any of it means! I need you to tell me what happened to me. Who is this asshole who killed my father? I swear I knew that name before the BSAA even existed. I can't explain it but I've heard it. Did father...did he talk about Redfield a lot when you were with him? When I wasn't?""

Alex answered very matter-of-factly. "It is of no surprise you have heard this name prior to the BSAA's existence and your father's untimely death. He was a thorn in his side for quite some time before that. Why do you think they hated each other? Redfield was always the fly in the ointment. He had a sister too. You see, long before the BSAA even existed, they both had this obsession with bringing down Umbrella. For years, just the two of them resorted to attacking facilities, ruining research and blowing up buildings. They think Albert was a terrorist? Ha! Hardly! He was quite the humanitarian! He merely wanted to bring us to the next stage of evolution before we destroyed ourselves completely. His legacy shall never die."

Grim was able to keep the images and numbers from his head. "You...didn't answer my question, Alex. Tell me about my past life! Why did Albert bring me and make me one of his children?"

Alex sighed. "I can see you aren't about to let up on this. Your father, though he nearly reached immortality, knew that in the journey to be immortal, he still had a risk of being killed. He anticipated this. He, just like me, also realized how unique we are. We were survivors of Project Wesker. He knew there were still more special children in the world than just what Oswald Spencer had been able to round up. He knew you were one of those people. As I said, the Redfield siblings and their...pitiful friends, had an unquenchable thirst for anybody involved with Umbrella. Even those who did not know of what had happened in Raccoon City! Needless to say, Redfield killed your natural parents. Killed you too. Albert gave you the virus and expected that you would not be able to handle it but then he discovered that you were special. Those would be excuses for heroes, vigilantes tried to destroy you but they made you stronger!"

Alex paused and then added, "You even had a bite mark on you when he found you. Did you know that? Had Redfield not tried to ruthlessly gun you down, he suspected that you might have turned anyway! Yet you did not. He examined the bite and determined that judging by the bite mark on your body when he found you, you should have been a zombie some two hours before your 'death' but you did not. You were special. Your blood was unique. It was children like you who are the future. Albert knew that if he should be murdered before he fulfilled his destiny, our destiny, he would need somebody to carry on what he started. Though this Jake child is special, you were before him. I know you may have thought that in Albert's absence i have been unfair and cruel but it is only to toughen you up for your rightful place in this new world."

Grim didn't understand. "You're saying...Redfield killed my birth parents? With help from the Raccoon City survivors?"

Alex confirmed it. "As I told you, he and all like him were so blood thirsty ready to make somebody pay for the losses they had suffered that they took it out on innocent people. Yes, Redfield shot them both dead. You as well. You don't remember because Albert wanted to spare you the pain of the details. Metaphorically speaking he put up a wall, a protective wall in your mind. I know it feels tempting to scratch that itch inside your head. You must not do it. The reality is, doing so would drive you insane. Possibly even kill you. You are not immortal. Not yet at least. So you see, Chris Redfield, was responsible for the death of both your biological parents and your father who adopted you as his own son. The only son he had ever known. I know you want revenge for this. You must be patient and whatever you do, do not...scratch the itch inside of your mind. At least not until you have exacted revenge. When the time comes, you will remember everything."

Grim cut communication with his uncle, without a word in response. He did not feel any better. He felt worse. He ran out of the building, up the street and into a gas station. The bathroom had been locked down but he burst through it with his strength. He then vomited in the toilet. Once he finished he approached the mirror and stared into it. He removed the mask from his sweaty face and stared into his own eyes that were much like his fathers. The orange glare was almost like that of his father's. The same eyes, the same blood but a different face. He then head butted the mirror. It cracked and he drove his fist into it and shattered it completely. He screamed in an animalistic rage, "WHO ARE YOU?!"

Claire

She was wishing she could get out of this situation. Of all the places it had to happen, why New York? It wasn't that she thought the rest of the world wasn't important. That wasn't the case at all. She was a Terra Save member after all and she had been out in the third world helping she didn't care, why would she have helped Rani out? She still kept in touch with her. no, that wasn't the problem.

The problem was that New York City was so fucking big and any outbreak such as the one they were having would be a disaster with a city with that high of a population. That was the problem. This had been the case in China where Chris had been stationed.

This would be the case now too. Though China had much higher populations than the United States had, nobody had ever thought New york would be this unstable. Not even on 9/11. As she made her way into the park with the survivors, Officer Kim was talking to a man in a uniform, a man named Muhammad. He was filling Peter in on what had happened in the park. Claire and Randy observed the aftermath of chaos as she looked at all the dead bodies that were around the park. "That's comforting to see..." Claire muttered with sarcasm. Randy looked horrified at the site in front of him.

"What in the hell is that thing?!" He demanded pointing frantically at a dead creature laying near the entrance to the park. "That thing is bigger than a goddamn elephant! They got shit like this walking around the Big Apple? What about some stability and control here? Hey you!" He yelled at a soldier protecting a medicine tent from any undead intruders. "Why don't you do your job and clear these things out of here? What else are you here for?" The man scowled at the implication of the Terra Save employee and shouted back, "I'm doing what I can, pal. We got our hands full and we don't exactly have help doing it. The president said he's sending some Marines and Army Rangers in to help us out but so far he's done diddily sqat!"

Claire grabbed Randy's arm trying to silence him. "Hey! They're trying to help! You don't have to give them a hard time!" Randy scowled at the soldier who was scowling at him. "Yeah, you're probably right, Claire. They're weekend soldiers. Useless. This is where they send the soldiers with no skills while the real men are in the Army, Marines and the Air Force," He spat. He then spotted a BSAA agent and walked up to him. "You, you're supposed to stop bio terrorism! Why aren't you putting these goddamn things down? We need to help these people and we can't do that if they keep getting killed by...by...whatever this thing is!"

The guy pointed his Rifle at him. "Listen, asshole. I'm not in the mood for your melodramatic bullshit. Get the fuck out of my way before I unload on your skull. I've lost people too. You think I don't want payback? We're on the front lines. Even more so than jar heads with cases like this. Now it's nice you little Terra Save pussies come in and hold the people's hands while they cry but we get the real jobs done. So spare me your moralism, okay buddy?"

Randy stared down the barrel. He looked at him and said, "You gonna shoot me? You're supposed to protect the people! All you BSAA bastards do is shoot! You never help anybody. We give victims of bio terrorism health care. All you are is just another uniform."

Just then, a few police officers who had survived and were helping to keep order in the area were approaching a group of people who had knocked out of the guards at the medical tent. "Put the supplies down and get on the ground!" Screamed a blonde haired cop who had been a bicycle cop. Claire recognized the group as the same one who was in the apartment on the way there. As the officers pointed guns, a man of American Indian descent, with his dark hair tied in a braid dressed in a checkered plaid turquoise button up shrt which he only had the top one buttoned,cholo style, and khaki pants aimed his own pistol at them as well as several others with him. "Fuck you, pig. We don't take orders from you anymore. You wanna shoot? Go ahead but i'm a good shot I won't miss and neither will they."

Peter also joined in with the officers aiming at the armed civilians. "You got to the count of five three to drop the guns!" He warned them. The man looked back fearless at the cop and said, "We'll be shooting by the time you get to two! You pigs have done nothing but harassed people in this city, racially profiled, and shot people. You think I don't remember when you fuckers shot all those innocent bystanders? You were trying to apprehend one guy and you shot bystandards two. Tashini, how many people did they hit that day?"

A pretty African American girl with a small nose ring on the side with brown skin who was about the same complexion as the guy, answered him but kept her own shotgun trained on the police. "Nine. Not even drive-by shootings end up with nine bystanders."

Another cop, this one, a white female with a mean looking face and copper colored hair said, "Let's all just relax and take a deep breath. Nobody has to die. We're just trying to do our jobs. Protect and serve. That goes for all of you too."

This got a laugh out of the man with the braid. "Maybe you live in a different America than we do! The cops are the murders, rapists, terrorists and drug dealers! Only when one of us do it, we got to prison but when one of you do it, anything they do on the street is collateral and justified and you become heroes! You are all criminals yourselves, even the so called good ones. If they'd been good they would have never become a cop."

Claire opened her mouth to say something to that but nothing came out. As much as she hated to admit it, Braids was right. Even while Claire had always been taught and believed that the cops were the good guys, she had heard of many instances where things like what he had said, happened.

Chris had always just written them off as bad eggs and loose cannons. What if this wasn't the case? What if it wasn't the eggs, but the carton that was bad? If the carton was bad, it then contaminated all the eggs and therefore all the eggs were bad. The cop shook her head, "Yeah, that's all good and well until you need one!"

Braids had a man at his side, a gray eyed Caucasian male with a short haircut sand in color stepped up. "Yeah but I'm from Hells Kitchen. I grew up there. The cops were always the bad guys to me. It's people like you who made it possible to gentrify the neighborhood so that a bunch of fucking yuppies would come through and move us out of our neighborhood. I'm with Victor on this one," He said referring to the braided man.

Victor said, "I never needed cops to protect me. We protect ourselves! If I was gong to be robbed, would calling a cop really stop them from doing it? No! But this Glock 18 will! Now you pigs back the fuck off and let us help the people! Your National Guard grunt at the tent was trying to decide who was and who wasn't injured enough to get access to the doc in there. What the hell are street medics or if we don't let people in?"

Peter spoke up gritting his teeth. "What are you trying to do? Start an insurrection? You think just cause you got guns you don't have to do what we say? This is a state of emergency and we need to work together!" The woman shook her head. "No way in hell. We got along without the cops in the world before and we will now too. You all claim to be about protecting and serving? Well I happen to know the only people you really protect and serve is the rich. That's beside the pnt. You all failed to do what you say you do so if you and the military won't get your shit together and start helping these people get out of here and give them what we need, then we will."'

The blonde cop said, "One...two..." Claire stepped in the line of fire between both parties just as she could tell that Victor and his group might due to the threat by the police that they would fire on three. "We have to work together. The enemy is these zombies and the thing that caused them. Not each other. There has to be a way we can both reach a mutual agreement on what to do? How about if you don't assault any more guards or rush the tents, then, every resource we have here, we can use to help people? No restrictions on medical supplies, no dictation by non medical personnel on what is or isn't bad enough to be treated?"

The guy with the short haircut ordered, "Lady, get out of the way! You don't want to get caught in the cross fire and we're taking headshots cause those Krispy Kreme munching assholes have vests on," The cops also shouted for her to get out of the way and one even moved in to grab her by the arm but as he did, that cop found aa pistol at his own temple as another female from Victor's group held it to his head. "Wait. Jimmy, maybe we should hear her out. We'll lower our guns if they do too. I think we should at least hear this woman out. It isn't just up to me though. Show of hands, who thinks we should hear her out and only shoot if we have to?" Victor asked and held his own hand up. Tashini did the same. Seven out of ten in his group held their hands up. "All opposed?" Jimmy, the hot head from Hells Kitchen and two others raisd their hand.

Tashini nodded. "It's decided then. We'll do it your way. What's your name?" Claire shook hands. "Claire Redfield. I'm with Terra Save. We're here to help the people who've been affected by the outbreak," Tashini said, "I'm Tashini Washington, that mean looking big guy is Victor Wilson and the wild card is Jimmy O'Dell," She introduced the names of the others in the group but Claire had a hard time keeping rack of who was who.

There was a woman of Mexican American descent. She was just one shade darker than Victor and had jet black hair down to her back and was attractive. She wore a purple midriff top which she had tied in a knot, and wore a pair of dark red leather pants that showed off her figure. She also had gold hoop earring and at least one Aztec tattoo on her shoulder. It had what looked like a sun with a face and it said the word Aztlan.

There was also a male of average height who looked to be related to her. Possibly a sibling. They both seemed to know Victor pretty well. They began to help people and soon were tending to the needs of people who had been attacked. Victor approached the BSAA agent who had drawn on Randy, who was now helping sew up a cut on a woman's arm. "You got any idea what the hell that thing is? That big thing?"

The SOU agent replied, "It's complicated so I'll try to make this as simple as I can. That thing is a tyrant. A B.O.W. I was created by Umbrella, the pharmaceutics company. Turns out they were making bio weapons testing a virus on human hosts as well as animals. That one used to be human. It's called a T-103. That's what all of this chaos is from. The dead waking? That's Umbrella's doing. They tried to make a comeback as an organization called Tricell and then when that failed, they became a terrorist organization. That's who set off the virus that created things like this in the city."

Victor just rolled his eyes saying, "Corporate America strikes again. See, I knew I wasn't just being paranoid. People think of me as unpatriotic and to a point that is true but they thought I didn't have a reason. But I did all along! This company was started here and branched out all over the world. When it isn't the government trying to be an empire it's the companies."

The agent nodded. "Yeah, you're right. I used to be the biggest patriot and guys like me would have tangled with guys like you but these days...I don't know. I did a tour in Iraq. Saw a lot of combat there. I just sort of lost faith in what we were doing so I joined the BSAA. Fight a different war. So you could say I'm just trying to protect the world now, not a country."

Claire approached Victor and asked, "I don't mean to cut in but just out of curiosity why do you trust the BSAA and not the police or the military?"

Victor turned to her and replied, "The police and military ultimately only serve the interests of the rich. I did my own research on it. They say they fight for community or country but it's capitalism. The cops were not meant to protect just to enforce laws. There was even a law passed in 2005 that said that. The Army is to keep the poor in line outside of the country while the cops do that in the country. With the BSAA, they specialize in this line of work. They fight things like what we''re seeing on a global scale. Even if that's all they do as limited as that is, at least they do the job they say they will."

The hostile BSAA agent did not seem so hostile around Victor. "At least somebody appreciates what we do. Unlike that jerk off friend of yours. I can't stand you Terra Save types. I know you mean well and all but in the end, you can't get rid of terrorists with just a hug and a band aid."

Claire took offense to that. "That is not what we do and you know it! My brother helped found the BSAA! He's a fighter I want to be a healer. I could have helped him start his organization and he even offered me a place in it but I turned it down. Both my way and his is needed. I respect the BSA but if you want to get technical we clean up the mess that the B.O.W. and you guys leave behind."

The SOU agent snorted and then said, "I used to respect people like you. Now I don't. Let's just leave it at that. You can aspire to heal people, I get it you want o be a humanitarian and you see us as only fighters so you do what you think we can't. You give people medical attention. You give people food and shelter better than WHO ever could. I just happen to know that you can't always avoid the fight. You say you have combat skills? You're Redfield's brother? Well if more people in Terra Save like you could handle a gun, less people would die there."

She saw a look of pain in the agent's eyes and then he just scowled and walked away. "What was that about?" She wondered aloud. Victor beckoned to her. "Redfield. Where have I heard that name before? Isn't that guy supposed to be a hero? I was reading online about a guy named Redfield how he saved the world from almost being wiped out? I thought it was bullshit at the time. Is he the real deal?"

Claire nodded. "He did. It's all true. He's the most unappreciated one at that. He killed a guy named Albert Wesker who was a lot worse than any terrorists you might have heard of in the last twenty years. Worse than most dictators too. Long story short, if Chris hadn't killed him the world would be a lot worse off. He founded the Bio Terrorism Security Assessment Alliance. Me and him, we survived Raccoon City. Wesker was going to make the whole world be filled witg B.O.W's and he was going to use the virus to force evolution and redo the 'Natural Selection' over again."

Jimmy, the guy from Victor's group overheard and he said, "Raccoon City? That's that place that went under cause of that malfunction at the nuclear plant, right? I remember reading about that shit in the Times. That was crazy but how could you two have possibly survived that? I remember when Clinton gave a speech about it. There's no way..."

She sighed. "It was a cover up. Everything that is happening now happened there first. We tried to help as many people as we could. Chris was the first to encounter zombies and I did later. We were both out of town just before the city was leveled. The president had a missile launched at the town to make sure the virus didn't escape. The president lied about it so that there wouldn't be a panic."

Jimmy just shook his head and said, "Well i hate to piss in your cornflakes but if your brother did kill the terrorist who was going to do that, I appreciate it but all he really did was buy us a few more years. If it aint him, it's gonna be somebody else. That's why you get what we have here right now."

Just then, a propane truck came swerving past the barricade and both SOU agents and National Guard grunts and what remained of the cops there opened fire on the truck driver. The windshield was cracked as the rounds peppered the front seat and the driver. The truck then swerved and jack knifed and took the head off of a man decapitating him completely. The crashing killed two more people in the process and one of the cops yelled, "Run!" The truck went up and everybody who was far enough ran and those dangerously close hit the ground. Claire ran but ducked and tackled a little boy who was almost hit by a flaming piece of debris.

Three more people had been killed in the blast and two others injured. One of those two was a soldier. Claire's ears were ringing from the blast and she felt pain on her arm. She saw her whole left side was on fire and she screamed and backed away from the kid, who was unharmed and she rolled on the ground. Tashini got to her quickly whipping off her coat and used it to smother the flames. Claire had a burn on her forearm but aside from that had been lucky. Tashini was saying something to her but she couldn't hear.

It took a minute for her hearing to come back. "What? I can't hear you...!" Tashini repeated herself. "I said we'll get your burn looked at when we can. For now let's just bandage it," Randy came over to assist and he had a can of first aid spray which he used on a bandage before wrapping her arm up with it. Claire searched through the chaos past the dead bodies that had been caused by the crashing truck. "I lost my gun!" She shouted.

Peter was shouting at the SOU agent, "You wanna tell me what the fuck that was?! Is there something we should know about?!" The BSAA agent, who Claire figured out was named Grant, replied, "Well we can't know for certain but that was probably a truck driver who was infected, and changed from behind the wheel of the truck. I know you're not used to seeing this kind of thing but in my line of work that isn't too uncommon. That's the most likely thing to have happened."

One of the National Guard soldiers shouted, "There's walkers coming! They must have been attracted by the blast! There's a herd of them coming so we need to get these people moving to Central Station now! We need to get out of here as soon as possible. The train station is still up and running but it's under our control!"

This was followed by Assault Rifle fire. They had turned their M4A1's to semi Automatic. The old man, Mr. Winters had grabbed an Assault Rifle off a dead soldier. "Not so different from what we used. I'm taking it. Here, Brenda, take this one!" He handed her the soldier's sidearm, a Glock 19. He gave her the ammo for it as well while he took the ammo for the M-16 variant, which was four thirty round magazines.

He switched to semi automatic fire too and began to fire at the zombies coming at them. Brenda was nervous but she too, fired five shots hitting a zombie all over its was over by an older man, also Native American, looking to be in his sixties. This man had an Assault Rifle which he used to fire a head shot at a zombie. Jimmy and Tashini were back to back as they fired their handguns at the zombies. The Elder next to Victor brought his boot down on a fallen zombies head. He grinned, "You forgot one, kiddo!"

The lady with the Aztlan tattoo joined them in opening fire on a pack of zombies coming at them. A couple of civilians had been bitten and a cop, the bicycle cop, walked up and fired, hitting a female college student in the back of the head. The woman's sister, a girl in her late teens screamed at him, "No! Why did you do that?!" The cop just snarled, "Get over it. That's what we do to the infected."

Officer Kim ran up to him and shouted, "Reese, you're outta line, man! You should leave it up to them to put down their loved ones. You control yourself! You're supposed to protect people not kill them!" The cop just sneered. "I can't believe they let you in a squad car and not me. Am I the only one wit any balls around here?"

He ran up to where Tashini was struggling with a zombie and she forced it back and fired her shotgun blowing its head completely off and it broke into smaller pieces as it hit the ground. She pumped the shotgun and the cop, Reese demanded, "Were you bitten?" She shook her head. "Almost. I didn't let him though. I'm okay."

He warned, "That's good to hear because if you had been I would have put you out quick. Just remember that and maybe it will keep you from getting bitten. Then I don't have to kill you," Jimmy pointed his pistol at him and said, "I'd really like to see that happen, officer! You know you cops were always dicks in my neighborhood but you ass hats on bicycles were the worst. I always used to think you must be a real fuck up if they don't even trust you with an automobile!"

The cop pointed his gun at him back. "Yeah? Well they do trust us with these. I never did like you assholes from the West Side. A bunch of disrespectful wastes of oxygen. I'm just telling miss thing here that if she get bitten, its her ass. The same goes for you, pal!"

Jimmy snorted, "You too, Officer Reese! Then again maybe we'll just take your gun and toss you to them ourselves and spare us a lot of headaches? We got guns too. That makes us just as capable of protecting ourselves as you!" Peter stepped between the two. "Both of you stop it right now! We aint gonna make it if we don't work together!"

Victor walked up behind and said, "Well I hate to break it to you but your authority means jack squat as of right now. That goes for any uniform like you. This city is chaotic and people need to start to fend for themselves. How about you control your group and I'll control mine?"

Claire and Randy saw two cops being bitten by zombies and they looted the pistols from them. "Claire, we gotta get these people outta here! Those idiots can keep fighting among themselves if they want to but we have an obligation. I know this wasn't where you wanted to end up and I know you want to get back home to Rani but we need you right now, Claire! As your last good deed to the people. I know the job is weighing down on you it is for me too."

They divided the ammo between the two of them. There was thirty rounds plus the fifteen round mags in the service pistols they had taken. Randy fired a head shot hitting a zombie munching on a police lady's left breast. "All right. I'll do what I can while I'm in town. I can't exactly walk away without knowing the BSAA or the military have gotten at least some stability."

There was about twenty five civilians being escorted, plus Claire's group and Victor's. The military agreed to hold down the checkpoint and would wait all night to evacuate as many people out of the city a little bit at a time. Just then, Claire saw an obese zombie coming after them. It was huge. Though they were aw ways ahead of them in the street, Tashini fired her shotgun at the thing twice hitting its large stomach and blowing two holes in it. Randy and Claire both fired at it, she letting off seven rounds up its massive chest to its bloated face and Randy fired five shots.

Another person from Victor's group whose name Claire did not remember, a Caucasian female with curly blonde hair, fired an AK-47 and hit the thing finishing it off. Victor put his pistol away and got his baseball bat out. He was carrying non firearm weapons too presumably just in case they ran out of ammo. Smart move...she thought.

Kevin Grant and another BSAA agent, a female with dark hair, skin, and blue eyes, fired their Assault Rifles at a pack of zombies. "God damn it! How many of these fucking things are there?!" Kevin demanded.

They began to make their way to Grand Central Station. They got in and began to enter. There were zombies there too. The female SOU agent remarked, "There must be more than one source of these things for the outbreak to be this bad! I don't think it's just that terrorist from Neo Umbrela that let off the virus."

Grant chuckled and said, "It's okay, Jess, you can say his name. Grim. The guy's a fucking asshole and he's killed a lot of good agents. I'm all ears if you got any ideas as to what else it could be though."

She told him, "There's supposed to be an old Tricell owned facility somewhere in the city. I don't know where but I think it's a dummy corporation that was a front for selling bio weapons. Maybe that's where a lot of these things are coming from?"

Grant shrugged. "Beats me but if that is what's going on, it isn't like any of us know where it's gonna be."

Just then, they heard several gunshots. Claire followed them to where a bathroom was. A cop was firing his pistol at a creature Claire had never seen before. It was ghostly white in appearance. It had blood around its mouth and it looked like some demon out of hell yet humanoid. It slashed the officer with its claws and it chomped on the open wounds tearing flesh. He had already shot it eight times. It took a bite out of the left side of his neck and slashed into it deeper. It then pounced, and went behind him and slashed.

Blood sprayed from the wound as though a fire hydrant had been broken and the cops head fell off his blood still decorating the walls and the stalls. It spotted Claire and began to advance on her. She and Randy fired every round in their guns at it. The thing went down but much to their surprise it got back up, though wounded and bleeding, it was still alive. It was still even shewing a piece of flesh. The thing stared at them and swallowed it and then lunged at them again. It slashed Randy , raking the side of his right leg. He fell back reloading.

Claire did too and barely dodged a slash for her head. "Ahh! Damn! What is that thing?!" Randy demanded as he discharged his gun four more times. Claire fired five into its abdomen. She then gave it a kick. "I don't know. It must be a new prototype. I overheard that BSAA agent that threatened you saying there might be a lab around here. That would explain how there are more B.O.W's than just zombies. That's about all that blue gas would create."

Claire fired another round into its mouth. She got close to it as it writhed on the ground. "Bye," She fired again and blew its brains out. She breathed a sigh of relief. However she felt her heart skip a beat as something tackled her from behind. It was another one! Its mouth was bloodier than the last. Claire pointed her gun behind her and fired off the rest of her magazine. She was burning up rounds on these things. Randy did the same emptying into it and it still did not go down like the last one had. He even aimed for its head as she had and it still was alive.

It was about to bite her but then she heard automatic fire and it got off of her. It writhed in agony and she saw the blonde woman with the Assault Rifle from earlier as well as the Elder whom even Victor seemed to have respected. He was the unofficial leader of Victor's group. He and the woman both emptied at least ten more rounds into the thing. Its skull finally split to pieces and the thing was no longer a threat.

He helped her up and Randy, though wounded, got up himself. "Thanks. You just saved me from being dinner. I swear it wasn't that strong before. This one was stronger. I wonder what it is?"

The Elder said to her, "It was stronger because it gains strength from feeding. This one ate more than the last one. You can still smell it. This creature gets stronger the more it has to eat."

Claire looked at him in bewilderment. "You know about B.O.W.'s? Who are you?" He told her, " My name is Atonwa. I don't know of any such thing as what you said. I just know this creature by appearance. I know what it is. It's a Wendigo. I've heard stories about it since I was a little boy. Even told it to Victor when he was a pup."

Randy looked puzzled too. "So they made a B.O.W. after an Indian myth?" Claire corrected him. "Native American. Why not? They're all about intimidating anybody they victimize. What's the background on the Wendigo?"

Atonwa told them, "We heard of this awful creature from our Algonquin cousins. We are Kanienkehaka. The People Of The Flint, who you would refer to as Mohawk. Still, we keep in touch with people of all tribes. We have to stick together in these troubling times. Our division is what brought our defeat. On most reservations the story of the Wendigo is told. The Wendigo is a creature that embodies gluttony, greed and hunger. It is the kind of hunger that can't be stopped. They just crave more and more. They were evil demonic creatures Cannibalistic spirits."

They listened with patience and curiosity. "Never satisfied after killing and consuming one person, they were constantly searching for new victims. In some traditions, humans who became overpowered by greed could turn into Wendigos; the Wendigo thus served as a method of encouraging cooperation and moderation. But that isn't the worst part of it."

He continued, "Wendigos could also be made by humans who crossed the moral guidelines and resorted to cannibalism. It was believed that if one was faced with starvation, it was better to starve or commit suicide than to resort to cannibalism. Myself personally, when hearing this years ago, I decided it would be better to just starve to death. At least in that case, there would be a chance a kind soul would save me from death."

He concluded the origins of the story, "It is no myth, my child. Far from it. We do not deal in myths. Only tradition. Our stories are no more a myth than your Christianity. I have heard brothers and sisters tell stories of it, how their ancestors had encountered them in villages generations back. All humans have the capability of becoming Wendigo. Maybe it does not work in the same way today, but now it seems these people in this pharmaceutics company have found a way to manifest it back into being."

As Claire listened to the Elder speak she then wondered, How much of the legends are true? If that's what this thing is, does this mean these things can come from zombies? Will they find a way to do it in the very same way as the story goes? Making normal humans, not even zombies cannibalistic?

As if he could read her mind, Atonwa, said, "As hard as it may be for you to believe looking at these things now, they used to be human..."

Carlos

They walked past a Catholic church on the East side of Aldea Oceano. Pedro lit a cigarette. "¿Quieres un cigarro, amigo? Los americanos pueden no ser bueno para mucho, pero lo que si saben bien alcohol y cigarrillos." (You want a smoke, friend? Americans may not be good for much but they do know good booze and cigarettes.)

"No, gracias. Esa mierda es malo para usted. ¿Sabes algo de hierba humo para aliviar el estrés en lugar de un palo de cáncer." (No thank you. That shit is bad for you. You know some smoke weed to relieve stress rather than a cancer stick.)

Pedro chuckled. "Molta? Eso te hace passsive, hermano. Los cigarrillos pueden causar cáncer y enfermedades pulmonares, pero si tengo cáncer de pulmón que se quiere decir que sobreviví a la guerra. La revolución. Los cigarrillos me mantienen la calma, pero todavía pueden estar listos para el combate. Claro, la quimioterapia es un infierno pero también lo es tener tus bolas volaron."

(That makes you passsive, brother. Cigarettes may cause cancer and lung diseases but if I get lung cancer it will mean I survived this war. The revolution. Cigarettes keep me calm but I can still be ready for combat. Sure, chemo is hell but so is having your balls blown off.)

Another rebel asked Pedro for a light and he obliged him. "¿De dónde eres, Carlos? Parece que podría ser Taino, pero usted no es de la isla, ¿no? Cuando en América del Sur?" Asked a rebel with dark brown skin and brown eyes with wavy black hair down to his neck. He had a red bandanna tied around his forehead and he wore a White t shirt and green military fatigue vest over it. He also had camouflage pants on. The man was named Armando Silva.

(Where are you from, Carlos? You look like you could be Taino but you are not from the island, right? Where in South America?)

Carlos replied, "Estoy Wayuu. De Colombia. No somos Taino, pero somos parte del grupo lingüístico Arawak. Todos estamos relacionados hermano. América del Norte, Sur, Centroamérica, el Caribe, antes de que se apoderó de Europa, aunque todo el mundo tenía su propio territorio que lo vio como una sola tierra. No vimos el norte y el sur, separado. Era una tierra. Conectado. Cada desierto, cada prairee, bosque, pantano y de campo. Si hubiéramos sido un frente unido en el 1500 podríamos haber ganado."

(I am Wayuu. From Colombia. We aren't Taino but we are part of the Arawak language group. We're all related brother. North America, South, Central, the Caribbean before they came over from Europe though everybody had their own territory we saw it as one land. We didn't see the north and south as seperate. It was one land. Connected. Every desert, every prairie forest swamp and field. If we had been a united front in the 1500's we might have won.)

The young rebel warrior smiled. "Nunca oí hablar de los wayuu. ¿Cómo eran?" Another rebel, the man who had asked Pedro for a light blew smoke and asked, "Sí, ¿qué pasó con los wayuu? Apuesto a que los españoles eran tan rescate en Colombia también. Nosotros tal vez hablar su lengua, sino que sólo es la causa de lo que hicieron. Ellos son hijos de puta."

(Yes, what became of the Wayuu? I bet the Spaniards were just as salvage in Columbia too. We maybe speaking their language but that is only cause of what they did. They are bastards.)

Carlos just said, "Pues a diferencia de muchos de los las tribus en Columbia, que había aprendido a usar caballos y armas. Eso fue muy útil cuando nos fuimos a la guerra con los españoles."

(Well unlike a lot of the the tribes in Columbia, we had learned to use horses and guns. That came in handy when we went to war with the Spaniards. )

The rebel who had spoken to Pedro, a young wiry man with wavy brown hair nodded with approval. "Les sirve bien. Las personas tienen el descaro de llamar a nosotros los terroristas cuando esto sucedió en las Américas? Se dice que fue el pasado y no hay que pensar en ello, pero la verdad es que los indígenas, que se siente como si fuera ayer. Tal vez a los europeos que viven aún hoy en día en nuestras costas, que fue hace mucho tiempo porque quieren barrer todo bajo la alfombra."

(Serves them all right. People have the nerve to call us terrorists when this happened in the Americas? They say it was the past and we should not dwell on it but the truth is, to the Indigenous, it feels like yesterday. Maybe to the Europeans even today who live on our shores, it was a long time ago because they wish to sweep it all under the rug.)

The Mexican woman, Paula also chimed in. "No es tan diferente en los Estados Estados glorificar a los hombres que fundaron el país a pesar de que los hombres que escribieron la Constitución eran asesinos genocidas. Sin embargo, los gringos, incluso los que dicen ser progresistas y contra el racismo y la explotación anti, respeto hombres como George Washington que pagaría $ 5 dólares por mazorca indio. Dile que no pensar en el pasado, pero luego reflexionar sobre cómo ser propietario de esclavos aristocrática hombres blancos masacraron a las tribus en su revolución."

(It is not so different in the United States glorify the men that founded the country even though the men who wrote the constitution were genocidal murderers. Yet the gringos, even the ones who claim to be progressive and anti racism and anti exploitation, respect men like George Washington who would pay $5 dollars per Indian ear. Tell you not to dwell in the past but then they reflect on how aristocratic slave owning white men massacred the tribes in their revolution. )

Carlos was disgusted. "No sabía eso. Supongo que sólo atrapado alrededor el tiempo suficiente para aprender el idioma mientras yo estaba allí, pero no me quedé mucho tiempo. Supongo que la historia es la misma en todo respecto colonización."

(I guess the story is the same all over regarding colonization. )

Just then, the rebel who had been talking to Pedro held his chest and grunted as he was struck in the chest. He had been shot through the heart and Carlos had not even heard a shot so it must have been a suppressed Sniper Rifle. "Eso fue un rifle de francotirador! Llegar a cubierto!" (That was a sniper rifle! Get to cover!)Shouted Paula.

A US soldier with brown skin and curly hair that was so short it was almost straight yelled, "Hemos superado en número que usted! Suelten sus armas y se rindan!" This angered Pedro who had taken cover in a blind spot of the Sniper who was perched on the roof of the church. Paula joined him and Carlos and Armando were behind a beat up old clunker that had not been a running automobile for years. "Ese hijo de puta! Él es de Puerto Rico! Está trabajando con ellos. Usted serpiente en la hierba! Te corto la lengua tenedor fuera!"

(That motherfucker! He's from Puerto Rico! He's working with them. You snake in the grass! I'll cut your fork tongue out!)

Carlos fired from cover and hit one soldier. He did not see if he had gotten any rounds through the armor but he had wounded the man for sure. The man fell down. Armando also fired from cover. He blindly fired and hit a female soldier in the leg and in the waistline. Most of the rounds missed but with what he had hit her with she was wounded. Armando shouted, "I Cuento, al menos, un hombre escuadrón de diez de gringos! Incluyendo el que está en de la azotea!" (I count at least a ten man squad of gringos! Including the one on the roof! )

Pedro shouted something to Armando that Carlos could not hear over the gunfire. Armando shouted back. Most of the soldiers took cover in and around the side of the otherwise empty church. Just then, Pedro ran out rapidly firing his AK and peppered the rooftop with rounds and zig zagged as the man fired a round on him. He missed by about a centimeter. He hit the sniper in the abdomen and the armor he had on blocked most of the rounds but one did get through the chink in the armor and went through his armpit. That was all that it took to throw him off balance. He rolled off the roof and fell. The soldiers were about to shoot Pedro but Armando came out from cover and lobbed a grenade at them.

It was a good diversion and it killed three men as soon as it exploded. It blew their limbs apart and if a forensics expert were here, even they would probably have a hell of a time figuring which limb. Pedro fired over his shoulder and hit one soldier in the face just as he came from behind the church door. Paula covered him and Carlos saw her shoot a few soldiers but she took some rounds herself. Carlos could not see if she was all right.

He aimed down his sights at the man he had already wounded who was trying to get up. He took him out with a headshot and a fat round from the AK hit the man in the left eye causing a bloody mess. He aimed for the woman that Armando had wounded too and finished her off emptying the rounds into her back and abdomen as she attempted to get up and fire.

There was only a couple soldiers left as Paula had either wounded or killed most of them. Those still breathing, Armando finished with head shots. He got to the soldier who was a local, presumably the translator but he came up empty. The guy tried to raise his Rifle despite being wounded but Armando hit him with the butt of the Rifle. He hit him again and left him dazed as he reloaded.

He decided against shooting him and retrieved his machete. He grabbed the man's left arm and with a hard swing, hacked it off. The sickening sound of the blade connecting with the meat of the man's muscle made Carlos want to vomit. The man squealed like a barnyard animal in a slaughterhouse. "¿Quieres trabajar para el enemigo maldito serpiente?" He cut off his other arm in a similar way. The man was now going into shock. He finished him by swinging the blade at his neck. He decapitated him completely. Carlos could see the animalistic rage in his eyes.

He had once been like that when seeking revenge on government soldiers in his own homeland. While it was a horrific sight to see and the man had bled all over the church doorstep and Carlos and Armando's boots, he knew that Armando, who couldn't have been more than twenty years old was a perfect example of what war does to a young mind.It fucks you up.

Carlos went over to help Paula to her feet. She winced in agony. "Me golpeó en el hombro. Unas pocas rondas atravesaron y salieron. Duele bastante mal, pero al menos no hay daño en los nervios. Al menos espero que no."

(I'm hit in the shoulder. A few rounds went through and exited. It hurts pretty badly but at least there is no nerve damage. At least I hope not. )

Pedro looked more pissed than he had already been. "Tenemos más de un traidor entre nosotros. Yo creo que en un primer momento es la mujer, pero Paula ha estado con nosotros tanto tiempo que lo dudo. Además, ella es buscado por el gobierno en su país y en los Estados Unidos, así que dudo. Sé que no soy el topo tampoco. Armando, se crió en este pueblo como yo. Así que eso deja el hombre que sólo ha estado con nosotros durante dos semanas. Creo que se está trabajando para el gobierno de los Estados Unidos!"

(We have more than one traitor among us. I would think at first it is the woman but Paula has been with us long enough that I doubt this. Plus she is wanted by the government in her country and in the United States so I doubt it. I know I am not the mole either. Armando, grew up in this village just like me. So that leaves the man who has only been with us for two weeks. I think you are working for the United States government!)

He pointed his AK-47 at Carlos. "¿Crees que soy CIA? Vete a la mierda, hombre! Yo era un regreso a casa de guerrillas contra el gobierno antes de que las bolas cayeron. He luchado y matado a muchos miembros de la infantería de selva antes de que yo veintiuno. Usted señala que el arma que le tira mejor," Carlos shouted back at him.

(You think I am CIA? Fuck you, man! I was an anti government guerrilla back home before your balls dropped. I fought and killed many members of the Jungle Infantry before I was twenty one. You point that weapon at me you better shoot.)

Paula shouted, "Tenemos uno vivo! El que desde el techo aún está vivo, pero tiene una factura compuesto en la pierna."

Pedro grabbed the wounded man and dragged him to Carlos.

Si usted es realmente un revolucionario, como usted dice, sólo un hermano de Columbia tratando de empezar su propia casa de nuevo capítulo, entonces usted necesita para probarlo. Dispara a este gringo en la cabeza. Él está herido y no le sirve a sus propios compañeros de armas."

(If you are really a revolutionary, as you say, just a brother from Columbia trying to start your own chapter back home, then you need to prove it. Shoot this gringo in the head. He is wounded and of no use to his own fellow soldiers.)

Carlos looked stressed. The man tried to beg him. "Please! I doubt you can understand me...but I have a wife at home! We're trying to have a kid...I don't want to die out here! Have a heart. Please..."

Carlos knew that if he didn't want his cover blown he would have to kill the guy. He readied his pistol and aimed for his head. This way, it would kill him but he'd still have his head intact. Carlos spoke to him in English. "What about the families of all the men you killed? You're a Marine, not Army, aren't you? I can tell and you just killed Tomas. Why should you be spared?"

The man had fear in his eyes. "Dispárale, hermano! No creo que usted es el lunar que podría ser alguien más. Demostrar Pedro mal!" Shouted Armando. (Shoot him, brother! I don't think you are the mole it could be somebody else. Prove Pedro wrong!)

The man begged, " You speak English? I'm sorry...I was just doing my job! I had no choice."

Carlos shook his head. "You always have a choice! You're dong your job and I am doing mine. As for your wife, they will send her a folded flag," With that, Carlos pulled the trigger and shot him in the forehead. The fell against the ground his blood forming a puddle under his head and his brains spattered on the dirt floor nex to him. Carlos felt his throat go dry and he tried to swallow. Both the murderer and the murdered stared each other in the eyes. However, only one blinked.

Pedro seemed satisfied with that. "Supongo que podemos descartar que fuera como el informante. Tal vez fue alguien en el campamento. Alguien está diciendo al enemigo que nos encontramos." (I guess we can rule you out as the informant. Perhaps it was somebody back at camp. Somebody is telling the enemy where we are.)

They began to walk away from the area and Armando and Pedro took hold of Paula helping her walk. She tried to insist that she didn't need help but they insisted right back. Finally, she had her way but they told her they would need to keep an eye on the wound so that it didn't get infected. While none of them was looking he took the chance to lift his shirt up and rip the wire off of himself and he brought his boot down on it and then kicked some leaves over it.

He then said, "Vamos. Antes más Marines vienen después de nosotros." (Let's go. Before more Marines come after us)

Meanwhile...

They watched on the monitor as Agent Kennedy and Ada Wong put down some carriers. They had just left the hospital and were trying to get to Central Park. The man who Alex thought almost resembled Derrick C Simmons looked at Alex and said, "I don't see why I should allow anybody else to take over the Family when I have ran it for years. Sure, you are one of the Wesker children but does that really serve as an excuse for such entitlement issues? I should hardly think so."

Alex crossed his arms. "Just remember one thing, old man. I am the sole survivor of the Wesker Children. The fate of the world lies in my hands. If you are not offering up the position of the head of the Family, then what else could you possibly offer in return for Ada? We want her as much as you do and I'd say that if you have the right to still run the Family, then we have the right to exact revenge on her for my brother's sake. I consider her fair game otherwise."

Derrick sighed. "Okay. We have a deal. For now, at least. But suppose I was willing to sweeten the deal? After all, I have something you might find interesting as well. You know who I was before the name Derrick C Simmons even existed I was patient zero. The one person who had been infected that your brother kept alive. Just as he was invested in the virus he was invested in the cure as well. Then you used the body of the real Derrick Simmons and used the virus to restore me. But you know who I am. Even if it was only the host who ran the show, I still would have liked to have been a man in shuch a position as he was. To know he was as interested in Ada Wong as I am, it shows we were one and the same kind of man."

Alex smirked with amusement at this ghost of a man. "What were you offering?" The man removed a file from his lab coat. "I know what you were told. That one Agent Redfield and Agent Valentine were behind the death of your dear brother. This is not the truth. Though Valentine was there, she only assisted. The true person behind his death was as much responsible as Redfield was."

He handed him the file. "Consider it a gift as part of our new partnership," Alex took the file and examined the name. "Sheva...? It can''t be. I thought she was dead..."

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That's all for this chapter, sheeple! Lol JK, i mean people! So I thought I'd end that with a twist. How does Alex know Sheva?! Who do you think that creeper is that likes Ada so much and is not Simmons but is simply wearing his meat suit? A bio terrorist?

Or another disgruntled Umbrella employee? Also, those rebel fighters shown with Carlos expressed opinions that sort of reflect my own thinking regarding the "Founding fathers" i am anything but patriotic. See, Washington massacred a shit load of my tribe but we in turn killed many soldiers in the Continental Army. A lot of tribes sided with the red coats because we knew that if the colonies won they would just expand more and more. Which is why we also sided with England in 1812. Plus when Washington was telling our Six Nation confederacy to pick a side he was already in violation of a treaty we already had after the French Indian wars when we fought the French.

I of course had to point out the double standard of so called modern progressive people still glorifying slave owning mass murdering aristocrats every 4th of July. Yet i'm the one stuck in the past? SMH double standards. Gotta hate it! -_-

So all ranting aside, yes, Leon is still alive I am sorry this ended up being such a long chapter that was my screw up next chapters will be more to the point I just had a lot of ground to cover. I apologize ahead of time for any typos. As for the pairings that are not Ada/Leon and Jake/Sherry, I say to you like i said of my old story which got fucked up, vote on it! I will consider which ever pairings have the most votes/that i like most lol.

That's why I left at who Chris would be paired with somewhat ambiguous so that I didn't alienate any one "Team" and by the time I reveal who is to be together it will be too late! Even if it is not the pairing you liked you will be hooked! Hence my evil plan :P muhahahahahaha!

So I'm kinda short on reviews so far but big thanks to Rain Fox for the feedback so far :) Appreciate it ;)

As for what i was saying against the cops and the army that is kind of my own opinion but see again I didn't put that into the views of any canon characters as I didn't want them to seem OOC. Chris did show some signs of questioning his government in what he said at the start of RE 5 but as far as Leon or Sherry or Claire that isn't their view per say and I wouldn't say Chris is anti cop either seeing as he was one.

So even though I feel like in a zombie world I'd rather try humping it out there with my own rag tag team of survivalists rather than rely on the cops or the army, I know this is not how Claire or Leon or Sherry would see it so I have to put what would be their views on it even if i don't agree with it.

These views are my own and not the canon characters and I do not own rights to any Rez Eve capcom shit. I do own my OC's however all though i will say Kevin Grant is somewhat based off of Craig Boone from Fallout New Vegas. The sort of standoffish type soldier with an attitude.

As for Jessica Sharawat, I know I will need to explain why she is here and not being hunted by the BSAA for being a traitor and i will elaborate on that too in the next chapter. Or maybe the one after that -_- she would be the one that Agent Grant called "Jess"

As for the creatures shown, the Wendigo is not my creation but was an idea for a B.O.W. the story told by the Elder is pretty much the lore on it. As for the dog that attacked Jill and Josh that is a Chubacabra, another classic :D it is popular not only in Mexico and the US but Puerto Rico too.

And as for the Elder's name,Atonwa, that is the Kanienkehaka (Mohawk) variant of the name Thomas . You learn something new every day, enit?

As for Grim, he is one complex fellow isn't he? I apologize once again for the typos it will not happen again that thing where there's a space where a complete word should be my last computer was screwed up in the keyboard so that's why. I'd get a beta but IDK know any and even if i did it'd be a bit weird to have to ask. At least for me.

So pleaaaaaaaaaase bear with me!

Stay tuned :P