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?

15. Death Is Certain Life Is Not

I realized I made a slight fuck up in my last chapter, I had that cop Reese show up in chapter 13 but didn't show what happened. So I'm sorry for that. I'll maybe briefly sum up what happened but let's just say what was supposed to have happened was that Helena handled Reese for now but he will be back. Helena's one of those characters in this that is there but she's not important. I just didn't like her. Really I didn't like Piers either but Chris did and that's the important thing as far as the psychological damage from the last chapter or at least it will be once Chris finds out. Any who enjoy.

Also, please review if you favorite the story okay simply favoring or following it with no feedback is confusing it sends a mixed message. And forgive my typos. Just try to figure out what i meant if a typo is too confusing by context. Sigh. I need a beta reader but don't know any and most are dicks that wouldn't just take out the typos but probably parts of your story they didn't like just cause it offended them. If they were able to just undo the typos or fix some other errors but be objective about the storyline I'd consider it but they don't so I don't. Oh well...

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Jake

He felt frustration to an extent at how long they had been searching around the prison and had not found a way out. They had encountered more zombies and Sherry had put down about nine of them and then after that everything was quiet again. "We need to find a boat to get out of here. I'm sure there's a boat stashed somewhere around the island."

Sherry agreed with him replying, "I hope so. I'd be worried if there wasn't but how else would there still be guards here? Either they were bitten before they could get to evacuation or..." She paused with a frown. "They didn't make it on time to catch the last one and got left behind like the inmates," She murmured.

Jake didn't want to accept that. "No...there has to be a way out. If we have to we'll build a raft even if it takes days. We'll salvage food from inside the prison they've got to still have some left over since this looks pretty recent.

She liked that idea. "Good. I'm hungry I haven't eaten anything in a couple of days. We still need to try and get those armory weapons, Jake. Just make sure to remember that. We'll need more than we have to bring down Alex. I'm not even sure if he's still here."

Jake promised, "If he's not on this island then he'll definitely be in the city. He said he'd have more answers for me but so far his answers haven't been very straight. I don't know the first thing about who my father was but if he was one of the people closest to him he should be able to tell me what I want to hear."

Sherry nodded as they continued to search the empty hallways. "We have to kill him after you do. There was a time when my company and the BSAA could afford to arrest bio terrorists but now there's too much at stake to let even a single one slip through our fingers. Arresting somebody like him or even Albert when they were alive wouldn't have done us much good anyway."

Jake knew what she meant and she was right about it. Just then he beckoned to her to be quiet. "What is it?" She whispered to him. He whispered back in a hushed voice, "You don't hear that?" They listened carefully. It sounded like something walking but it wasn't human. Not even the dragging footsteps of a zombie, which both had become familiar with the sound of.

Jake readied his pistol coming around the corner. Though the hallway was dark a single bright ray of light shined through as they were still near the visitor room. Jake thought to himself, Maybe the door to outside is nearby.

Just then he saw the source of the noise. It was a dog licking a deceased human, a prison guard who'd had his skull cracked open. It looked up and he saw the blood around the mouth and its fur. It looked up at him with feral eyes, a piece of human flesh caught in its chops. It growled. Jake fired three shots from his handgun, not wasting a moment as the thing came at him. He backed up firing three more shots and knocked the German Sheppard to the ground but it was only wounded and not dead.

Just then, its back split open and a bunch of wormy tentacles sprouted. They tentacles wipped Jake hitting him in the face sending him on his back. They hit Sherry to as he heard her cry out. She fired two bullets into its chest herself and Jake got up having been taken off guard by the sting of the lashes and he fired a final bullet into its snout. It went down with a whimper and the tentacles from the mutation retracted back into the carcass.

Sherry spotted more coming. She fired her Assault Rifle letting off seven rounds aiming for the head. She shot the left ear off of it and the right eye and it yelped but kept coming. It charged and jumped on her and bit her hand. She cried out struggling as it went for her throat so she fended it off with her arm and it sunk its teeth into her left forearm. She grunted from the pain but managed to force it off her. She fired the Assault Rifle putting three rounds in the back of the head finishing the infected mutt off.

Jake had readied his shotgun as he saw two more coming and he fired, the blast killing one instantly as he could see he had blown part of the dogs stomach from the inside all over the walls decorating it with red. The other, he only wounded its front left leg. It's back sprung tentacles too. They whipped Jake's face side to side several times and sent him sprawling back, bleeding.

Even with a wounded leg it jumped and bit him on the neck. He forced it back, punchng it but couldn't get it off. "No! Bad dog! I'm not carrying any contraband!" Sherry kicked the dog off of him and clubbed it with the Rifle. She fired, aiming carefully, putting a round in the back of its skull. He got to his feet. "Shit. That was close. I owe you one, super girl."

She looked with concern at his wounds. "Are you okay? We need to get you some first aid. Damn it...it would be easier if Alex hadn't taken our gear from us..."

Jake ripped a piece of cloth from a dead inmate. "Let's go try and make up what we lost. There's got to be something around here," He made a makeshift bandage from the piece of clothing and used it on his wounds. "Don't worry about me, Sherry. My blood is similar to yours. Mine just won't heal as fast. You know, I don't think Wesker infected me before because he never met me and he didn't have the virus as far as I know yet but...there's something different in me. Something about my blood."

Sherry looked at him, her eyes flashing in wonder. "That's probably why your blood was so unique and why a cure was needed,"

Jake rolled his eyes. "Yeah. Bang up job it's done so far if all of this is still going on. What the hell was the cure for? After or before infection? Cause if it was after, like when these freaks already turned, if they cured them they'd just be brain dead anyway. If we did it before hand, that might be good too but from what I heard about HIV if there was ever any vaccinations for that like I heard, it only works before you potentially get infected not after. So this cure must not be all that ground breaking."

She frowned thinking about it. "Maybe it's just for people who were bitten but haven't been turned yet? I don't see what use it would be with J'avo though. My boss didn't tell me too much about it. I wish they had. Any one of them. I can't help but think if Hunnigan knows? She was wanting us to get your blood to us the same as anyone else."

Jake admitted, "I'm okay with the idea of helping out even when I tried to charge you all money for it I was open to it but now I'm starting to think they may have taken my blood and are using it for something they shouldn't be. From what we saw of the Family back in China if the rest of them are anything like Simmons they probably will."

Sherry looked downward. "Simmons is gone and even if the Family does have pull within DSO that's still no reason why some people won't still do the right thing . Hunnigan would. She hasn't let me or Leon down. We need to stop Alex but hopefully when he's dead the Family will be."

Jake wasn't sure at all. "I don't think so. They're not ones to give up so easily. We don't know just how far the Family's reach is into every major military, national security and even police force there are in this country. Besides even if we kill Alex I'm sure he has a successor lined up. A contingency plan."

They headed into a shower room to look . There was a few naked bodies on the floor but nothing else. "They haven't bathed in a while, "Jake cracked lightly and she shot him a dirty look. Sorry...after seeing the things I have you kind of get numb to this sort of thing."

They went out there and Sherry directed them down toward the direction of where she thought might be a short cut to the armory. "You know, if we were to run low on ammo we still would need something for close quarters. Except he took my knife and whatever it was you had. We were lucky we got what we did," Jake remarked.

The blonde agreed with him. "We'll still need more than this for Alex. He's been a hard man to find. For everybody. He'll be even harder to kill."

They made their way into what looked like a work room. They saw license plates for NY state having been produced not too long ago. They heard a growl and Jake brought his Handgun up to assess the threat. There were zombies in inmates clothes coming at them.

Sherry fired her semi auto Bushmaster and hit three of them in the head carefully conserving and picking shots. One of them carried a weapon in hand, a man who's face was burned beyond anything resembling human. He stunk of burnt flesh. The zombie swung the blade at Sherry and jabbed it in her stomach. She cried out and it did it three more times.

She hit it with the M4 and knocked it back and fired four rounds into the head. She had been lucky to find some spare mags a ways back but they were running low. Jake was down to his last on his handgun with seven rounds still in the pistol.

He fired a knee shot at a nearby zombie and he hit it with a cobra strike as it dropped to its knees followed by a Tiger Uppercut sending the thing hurtling back. He then jumped up and brought his fist down onto the thing's head putting all his weight into it crushing its skull. He fired at a zombie lunging for him, an African American guard, putting two in his forehead. The guy's milky whites eyes seemed at peace as they narrowed to almost closed hitting the floor.

Sherry hit two more zombies with the Rifle trying to club as many of them to death as she could. She split one inmates skull open. Jake asked with concern, "Sherry, are you all right?" She groaned but managed to say, "I'm fine. The wound is healing slowly but the pain is still there. Just because I have this gift doesn't mean it's a solution for every cut."

She jabbed one in the face with the butt of the rifle and as it staggered back she gave it a roundhouse kick to the face breaking its neck. Finally they were all dead. Jake spotted two weapons among the blood and bodies. "You know...we don't have our weapons for close combat but we could always use those until we get ours back. If we get ours back. We'll need something if we run out of ammo."

Sherry looked at him like he was joking. "You've got to be kidding. Those things are barely held together," Jake shook his head. "This can be the difference between life and death for an inmate behind these walls. Or at least it was before infection. There could be more people out there though but they don't know what we know. You and I are both trained killers. Many of these guys are in for non violent crimes. Then again, if they weren't violent going into the system they would have been coming out."

Sherry knew that. "I know. It's terrifying. Between the zombies and inmates none of these guards stood a chance either," Jake made a tsk tsk noise and wagged his finger. "Don't go sympathizing with the bulls, Super Girl. They're less human than these B.O.W's it's practically part of the job description that you have to be a sadist. These prisoners are...or were violent because that's what the prison industrial complex in your country does to people."

He picked up a peculiar looking glove. It was a spiked glove. The contraption involved a smaller glove inside of a larger one with sharpened upholstery tacks between the layers, sharpened and sewn in place. He put it on and admired it. He then got with his left hand, a jailhouse knife for Sherry off one of the dead inmates. It was a glass blade.

This is a knife made from a long spike of chicken-wire reinforced glass, which is extremely strong and break proof. It's been flaked down to a spike, and then bound with tape for a handle...

He handed it to her. "Just use it for now just in case. We're bound to find more shells for our guns we just need to have something for backup in the mean time if things go south again."

They checked a door for a room that was in the work area, Sherry wondering if it might have been a door to a way that would take them to the armory. It was locked. It needed a key. Jake had found two radio's on some dead guards and he handed one to her. "Why don't we split up? It might be a better way to cover more ground. We can communicate through this."

Sherry wasn't sure about it. "You're still hurt and I don't think it's a good idea to split up right now," Jake pleaded, "Come on, Sherry. I can check the east hall you check the west. If we stay together and check it individually one at a time we'll take twice as long. I don't want to separate either but that's the best option. We can let each other know what we encounter so we can know if an area is deadly or if it's empty and has nothing useful. We still have to find that key."

She stared at him intensely with those earth blue orbs and then gave in. She kissed him and said, "Okay we'll do it your way this time. Just don't get killed okay?" He grinned. "Likewise, doll. Be careful."

As they separated in search of the key, Jake thought to himself with regret, I should have told her I loved her back when I had the chance. I hope I get that chance again when the time's right.

Jill

It was now daylight. The sun shined through the Manhattan streets. They had encountered a large amount of carriers, more than they could have taken even with the weapons they had but now they were a bit further away from the Empire State building than they needed to be.

Chris was in a state of worry. He had his P99 ready and he said, I know we have a mission to do, but I need to go and find Claire. I got word back in San Juan she was in town . I have to know if she's alive or dead,"

Jill looked at him and said, "I'm sure she'll be okay, Chris. She's gotten by through two bio hazard events. Three if you consider that airport crisis. She's a fighter even if she doesn't want to be."

Chris's uncertainty rang in his tone, "I don't think so, Jill. I have faith in her but this time is different. New York City is twenty times as large as Raccoon. If she is alive I just want to see where she is in all of this. If she's not, I want to know how. If Leon let it happen I'll break his neck."

Josh said, "Chris, I know how much it hurts to worry for a sibling but you must be patient and we must do our duty. Her chance of survival and a lot of people is better if we stop this problem here and now."

Chris didn't accept that. "I have to go for her, Jill. I understand if you don't. You're an only child and a better soldier than I could ever be and I'm glad you're focused on the mission but I have to stop and think fr myself on this one. I have to go against HQ's orders right now."

Sheva said, "You can't be serious? We have to coordinate with the agents already on the ground they've been dealing with this since the outbreak started. They'll need our help and we can relay with them on breeching the Empire State!"

Chris sighed. "I wish I could make you understand.I've lost too many people. My best friend is pissed at me, my partner from last year has gone rogue on me and I lost a whole team under me. I'll carry that with me until I die. I can't risk my sister being killed out there. Especially with Alexia Ashford back. You three go. I'l;l catch up with you."

He began to head off. Sheva saw him and she watched as he walked off then shouted, "Wait! You're not going alone!" Josh and Jill watched them for a minute but continued on their way. "I do understand where he's coming from. I care about Claire too. She's a friend but we can't let Alex escape. HQ said he was at large in the city along with Ada Wong. We can't let either of them escape. For all we know they could be the same person."

Josh had a dark look on his face. "I suspect Sheva may have told him...about her past...did she reveal it to you?" Jill wasn't sure whathe meant. "No, what are you saying?"

Josh told her, "Alex Wesker was originally Alex Alomar, a young man from Uganda. Sheva, you know her back story. Everything from her parents dying to her years as a guerrilla? The Sudanese Peoples Liberation Army. What you didn't know was that he was among those eight children she lived with before she ran away. She thought nobody would notice she was gone but they did. Alex took it hard. They were close I think. He ran away to find her but like so many boys in that area, instead of being found by heroes, he was taken in by the LRA."

Jill swallowed in discomfort at that information as they headed to the east to get to their destination. Josh continued, "That's not a part of her life she talks about. She had a young boyfriend when she was a teen. Most who know her story think it was only puppy love but I know it was a deeper connection than that. She was traumatized when her boyfriend, another SPLA child like her, died. That and the death of her parents were two traumatic things that happened to her but I suspect there may be one more thing. She has told me of these things but I still feel like she holds some things back."

Jill sadly smiled saying, "I have a similar problem with Chris. God that's terrible that she lost him all those years ago and he became a Wesker child. He never had a chance at being normal," Josh corrected her, "He did when he was home. They were poor and sometimes they all went to bed hungry but they all loved and cared for each other. When Kony found him, he damaged him. Killed what innocence he had left. Then Spencer found him. Kony took away his innocence and optimism but Spencer took away Alex's humanity. How else can you explain it? That's what he did to all the Wesker children."

Jill knew that was right. "I wish we had known about the Wesker children project but Spencer took so many of them and it wasn't all at the same time it was over a number of years. As far as what Wesker thought about forcing the world to evolve, the fact that only two of the Wesker children even survived the trials should have shown him most humans aren't able to handle it."

Josh had his freshly reloaded Desert Eagle ready for any threat. "Yes. Him and Oswald were both...what is that American term. Mad Scientists?" Jill told him, "That's the one."

As they went forward they spotted a man standing there in a BSAA uniform. "I would have thought there would be more of them," Josh murmured. They approached the man. Jill's Assault Rifle was tight in her arms. She thought the man looked familiar. "Piers!" She aimed at him and said, "Piers, we know what you did. We just want to talk."

Josh aimed his own Desert Eagle at the man. The man took a step toward them and Josh barked, "THAT'S CLOSE ENOUGH! STAY BACK!" He was extra jumpy from having almost lost his life but Jill said, "It's okay...Piers, we just want to help you. Hear your side of it."

The man looked at her with eyes like fire. "My side of it? Jillian, you couldn't even begin to comprehend my side of all of this. Even after so much time together you still don't get it..." Jill had met Piers before he had gone on that mission to Eastern Edonia but he had never sounded like that. His voice...there was something wrong.

Jill asked, "Piers, what's wrong with you? You sound different."

Piers sneered. "I have known you much longer than Piers,my dear. Search your memory. I have known you in ways that not even your partner has...your first partner..."

Jill flt a chill through her body. "You cant be."

The man grinned. "Can't I? If anything this proves i am above death. It is nice to see you again, old friend."

Jill snarled, "I'm not your friend you sick son of a bitch! We're enemies after all you've done to me. After all you've done to all our friends in S.T.A.R.S, and the BSAA! You're supposed to be dead! How are you even still alive?!"

Wesker grinned through Piers's teeth. "Ways and means, my dear. I told you I was a God. The true shame between you and I is not what transpired between us or even that you are still so loyal to a fool like Chris. It's that you still have a little bit of legacy left in your veins from Raccoon City and yet you never put it to good use. You are more than human and yet you limit yourself."

Jill shouted, "If being more than human means being like you I'm better off dead! You tortured me for years."

Josh questioned the man, "What are you doing here, Wesker? What is your intentions regarding your brother?" Albert chuckled. "Ahhhh...Agent Stone...the man who lost an entire team in Kijuju. Based on the memory I still have from this host even while his conscious is now replaced by my own, I remember Chris's ordeal in Europe. It would seem the two of you have that in common. Failure...letting your men down..."

He then stared directly at Josh. "It was you who helped Jill escape, wasn't it? You even provided them with an evacuation vehicle. As well as the rockets that led to my own fatality. Before those rockets hit me, I thought to myself that I would kill everyone aboard including you. While my position has hardly changed I really must thank you. If it were not for the two of you intervening with Chris and his new partner, I would not have had a temporary death. It would have been ideal if your world had ended in 2009 but I suppose this way is better. I have now transcended death. What better way to test the merits of a God than by his own mortality?"

Josh repeated the question, "What are your intentions with your brother? Are you and Alex working together?" Albert stepped forward saying, "I owe my Resurrection due to the work of my brother and Alexia. Alexander Wesker knew me all too well. The personal touch of my new body being that of Chris's deceased partner was a very impressive touch. I myself could not have thought of a better way to torment him."

Jill decided to taunt him the way he had both in this instance and all the times he had fucked her, raped her, in the most intrusive way, willingly by her body and words but unwillingly in her mind, screaming bloody murder. She had actually preferred it when he had done it without talking. That made it worse. "So much for being a God, Albert. Your old body wasn't perfect enough to cheat death!"

He chuckled and wagged a finger. "Ah but the trials of the virus had yet to be finished. There was much to be uncovered and now with that fool, Simmons and his new C Virus it has provided a fine addition to my own , I was not immortal back in Africa but I most certainly am now. With my own DNA, the assimilation will soon take place. Soon, not only will Agent Nivan's body belong to me in the most basic senses, it will even begin to adapt to the way my old body was. His abilities will only be a bonus. That and his acquired knowledge from his first mission up until his death."

Josh sneered, "I know your kind, Wesker. You and Alex will work together for now but soon you will try and kill each other for domination of your new world."

Jill had to admit they had been on Alex's tail for months due to the activity he was behind in bio terrorism. From what Intel they had gathered, even just small notes he had left in some of the Neo Umbrella labs they had discovered, it seemed his ideology was different from Wesker. The same at its core as far as end game but the methods were different.

Jill told Wesker, "Your brother is a bit more liberal than you when it comes to the virus," She said in a haughty tone. "You wanted to just let the Uroburos weed out everybody who didn't have DNA like yours but Alex wants to do that to large amounts of the world but not all of it. He wants to do his own sick tests in smaller doses and get the people he thinks are potential Gods. The rest, would be puppets like I was for you or even like the Majini back in Kijuju. Or just humans even with a free mind serving as a slave class for the men like him."

Albert was amused by this. "I am aware of our slight ideological differences but between siblings that is nothing that cannot be resolved. I am a fair God and I can certainly tolerate compromise. The irony is, you could have joined us, Jill. When you were still just barely above the brink of death which I saved you from, I offered you a chance to join us willingly. I never intended for you to remain completely under my control permanently.. I had my fun and I used you for what purpose it served and it certainly did cause Chris a great deal of pain but it was merely a means to and end. I Once Chris was dead I would have taken the P30 from you and let you take your fate into your own hands."

Jill gritted her teeth, "A means to and end? Was raping me a means to an end? Let's be honest, Wesker. That means to and was to have me kill Chris and Sheva myself and then you would have taken the P30 away only after I'd destroyed what I cared about and so that you would be all I had left. I'm not falling for your sick ploys, you piece of shit! I know everything you do is a cold and calculated move. I'm onto your tricks."

Albert snorted, "I should like to think our relationship was far more than something as crude as rape. But if that is what you thought on the inside so be it. However even in court that would never hold up because you never said no," He then chuckled wickedly and asked, "Tell me...when you were with me did you ever think of Chris?"

That struck a nerve in her. Though she knew this upped the chances of her and Josh being killed she knew she had to fight him anyway at some point. She fired her Assault Rifle emptying the entire magazine into his sternum, his neck and up to his head. She reloaded in a rage. Albert spat out a few bloody bullets. "You should not have done that. All the same, I am pleased to see you have fire in you yet."

He charged at her and punched her in the stomach and she crumpled to one knee. Josh was right by and at point blank range so he fired his own AKM and let twenty rounds into the back of the man just to distract him. Albert took five rounds of the twenty but dodged the rest. He got behind Josh and disarmed him and put him in a head lock after a punch to the back. "I could snap your neck like a twig but what would be the fun in that?"

He began to squeeze choking Josh and growled, "We all know one is not defined by our failures but rather, our success. That is one way a man like you could be blameless for the death of all his men. However I am not sure just what way you have succeeded. Your parents were revolutionaries in your country just as Sheva was in her own. They failed. You failed to keep your men alive. You did survive and you helped Jill escape as well as Chris and Sheva but you failed to kill me. All of you have."

With that, Wesker threw him forward and Josh scraped his elbow as he slid along the pavement. "All I see is two broken people. You two and Chris. Sheva might have had a chance at being an optimist but she has been damaged goods ever since her childhood. Another example of the plight of human misery."

He grabbed Jill from behind and his hand crept up her shirt. "Just like old times, Jill," She drove her elbow into his face. She followed up with a round house kick to the groin and a karate chop to the neck before recovering her weapon and letting a burst go. He dodged the rounds with ease, moving so fast it seemed to teleport. He was like a phantom unbound by the laws of physics.

Jill fired again and let six rounds into his abdomen. He stared at the blood on his uniform stopping in his tracks. "I brought armor piercing rounds," Jill spat. Wesker frowned. "This just made things more interesting. If only Chris and his partner were here. Then we could have twice the fun. Do you ever get jealous of her, Jill? She is young and charismatic despite her past trauma, she doesn't let it affect her morale on missions unlike you. It seems to me she might catch Chris's eyes and he may forget you completely."

She roared with anger and fired but he back flipped dodging. Josh got to his feet with his Magnum ready. Though it was a .50 he had an extended mag giving it nine in the magazine instead of the standard 7 for .50 Desert Eagles. He fired two, one missing Albert but another going into his left shoulder. Albert ignored the wound and punched Josh in the abdomen taking his gun from him and forcing it against his lips and said, "Open wide,"

Josh hit the ground before Wesker could fire anticipating he would shoot. Wesker turned the gun to him on the ground but Josh rolled back and kicked the pit of Wesker's left leg out from under him putting him on one knee. Wesker grunted and Josh took the chance. He withdrew his Hunting Knife and brought it to Albert's jugular. "You're too crazy to live!"

He sliced and brought the blade down to slice the Adams apple too. Albert grabbed his right arm and flung the large African man to the ground as though he were weightless. Even through the open wound he said, "I'm also too rare to die!" He was about to stab Josh in the heart but Jill fired the 12 gauge shooting the knife from Wesker's hand and the blast did some damage to his arm.

He charged at Jill and rammed her shoulder first. "I think before I kill you and Chris you and I should have some time together for posterity. Something to remember you by," He said with a predator's grin eyeing Jill from head to toe. He charged at her and kicked her in the side. He then grabbed her by the ponytail and pulled her to her feet and punched her in the ribs. She head butted him which hurt her own head more than himself but it did distract him.

Jill grabbed him by the shoulders and rammed her knee into his groin and then his stomach. He grunted and she swung punches at him in fury, left right, right leg. He caught her fifth blow and swung her to the ground. Josh got his Desert Eagle and fired a shot into his back. Albert cried out but he sped up to Josh attacking from the side. He took the gun from him once again but this time removed the magazine and took each individual round remaining out of it.

Josh reached for the MP5 but Wesker punched him in the face before he could and grabbed him by the uniform to deliver more blows. "Are you attempting to be as much of a pest for me as Chris and Jill have?" Josh threw a punch back hitting Wesker in the nose. He practiced the martial arts of his homeland. He kicked him in the right knee cap. He gouged Wesker in the eyes trying to pluck them out.

Josh grabbed the wound in his throat and attempted to tear it deeper with his own nails. Wesker screamed in agony, something Jill rarely had ever seen especially due to him being super human. He drove his shoulder into Josh's collar bone and followed with a back hand to the mouth and a left blow to the jaw. He kicked him in the ribs as he fell. He then began to zap Josh, just as Piers had in Oceana Aldea.

He shocked him, sending volts all over the West African agent';s body. He picked him up and continued zapping him but followed up with an uppercut. Josh shook on the ground. Jill got her weapon back and fired the shotgun at his back. He took one blast but as she pumped for another he dodged with ease.

He dodged as she fired again and again. After that, he knocked her back as he appeared about twenty feet away and charged up electrical blasts from his hands. She let out a guttural scream and collapsed as he spun around and hit her with three more. She tried to get to her H&K but he put a boot down on her arm pinning her.

"Your over reliance on weapons is a classic reason why humans fail. Take their weapons away and they are weak! You are not. Your whole body is a weapon. If only you would embrace it."

She struggled and kicked his leg trying to free herself but he simply put his other boot on that leg. "You are strong, Jill. More so than Chris or Barry or Rebecca or any of your other human friends. As much as you wish to be like them you have not been for fifteen years. How long will you deny your own nature?"

Jill growled, "Go to hell!" Josh got his Assault Rifle, ignoring his own pain to try and help her. He fired and caught Wesker with a few rounds but the man dodged the rest. Josh readied the grenade launcher he had mounted on it. He let one fly and though Wesker dodged it, the blast was five feet from him so he took some damage from it. He charged at Josh again and Josh tried to fire rounds at point blank range but he grabbed the Assault Rifle and yanked it downward.

Josh gave him a punch to the jaw and Wesker just cackled at the feeble attempt. He punched Josh in the abdomen and then in the side of the head. Jill got to her feet, breathing hard and cringing, shaky from the electrocution. She aimed and fired at Wesker who dodged and then he got behind Josh and grabbed him by the throat holding him in mid air.

She fired at his back but Wesker positioned himself so that his back took the rounds. He held Josh in front of him as he turned around. The big man gasped for air but was helpless like a child. Wesker smiled, "Sure you want to do that, Jill? You might hit your friend."

Jill held her fire. Wesker threw him and he hit the ground hard and Josh rolled on the ground. He struggled to get up. "I enjoyed our little time to catch up, but I have other matters to attend to. The next time we meet try to make sure Chris is here. It makes things much more sentimental. This was a nice warm up."

He took both of their head sets and backup PDA's and crushed them in his hand. "It would be a shame if the surprise was spoiled before the appointed time. Until next time, old friend."

In a flash of speed he was gone and Jill and Josh were still trying to recover from the beating and electrocution they had both endured, trying to muster up the energy to keep going.

Josh cursed, "Damn him..."

Jill exhaled. "I have to find Chris. Warn him about what's happening. Without our communication I can't reach out to him. I have to find him and tell him. Wesker might just want Chris and Claire in the same place together."

Josh told her, "I'm going with you," Jill told him no. "You need to find that Family base. Just head for the Empire State. I'll catch up with you. We will."

Josh was unsure. "Splitting up sounds like the worst idea you could have right now. We need to stay together especially if we encounter Wesker again," Jill assured, "You won't before he finds Chris. If I know Wesker at all, he's into plans going through perfectly. It's dangerous, Josh. If I don't find Chris now, he could think Wesker is still Piers and try to appeal to him. Not see the wolf in sheep clothing."

Josh frowned and was silent for a bit but then finally said, "You are right, partner. I will go and seek them out. Maybe I will find this other Wesker, Alex. Put a stop to one problem. We are supposed to be paired up with partners but sometimes SOA agents can go alone. He...he was right about my failure as a Captain..."

Jill shook her head. "Don't let him get under your skin. He's done that to me, a lot worse than anything he ever could to you. I'm through with tears and self pity. I've been weak these last few years but I won't be anymore."

Josh agreed finally. "Okay. I will go and try and find Alex as well as see if any of our other comrades make it if the underground interior of the sky scraper is a Family or Neo umbrella base of operations, I have heard through radio chatter on police radios that it is also now a beacon for survivors.

With that, they split up.

Steve/Claire

The sun was starting to go down. He enjoyed the feeling of is warmth though as he had been Grim for so long he had not been able to take his mask off for most of the time. He looked down, his vision considerably better than your normal human, watching, a group of rag tag survivors, some civilians, some cops, fight their way through a bunch of J'avo.

He watched at least two members of the group collapse, bleeding from injuries caused by the carriers. Counting the two who were most likely fucked, there was about eight of them and he could see one of them was a grunt who was with the national Guard. He fired his Assault Rifle, which was set to semi, rapidly, keeping three attackers off one of the survivors, who was an older woman possibly in her 60's who was already bleeding from a cut on her arm, from further harm even as one of them, despite seven rounds in its abdomen, stabbed him with a screw driver. The man screamed but kept fighting.

Steve contemplated helping them but decided they were not his problem. All though he had regretted a lot of what he had done as Grim even as he had no control over it, even as he was free of his own p30, he could feel a part of himself, where the assassin known as Grim still lived on.

That part of him was cold from years of loss from way back at prison, months of torment before the outbreak there, and years of grueling training from Wesker. It was that stony side of his heart that made him not care if they lived or died. He was trying to fight it. To remember what it was to be human again.

Why should I go and help them out? Up until I met Claire nobody else helped me and even then we were a team and up until that point I fended for myself. Dad couldn't do much to protect me in the clink. He thought to himself.

So maybe he was still quite a ways from being human since he wanted to leave those people down there to tough it out as he had and survive through their own merits and bravery but the part of him that still cared for her was still alive. He looked at her and the brunette finally stirred. He sat next to her, speeding over to her and sitting down just before she opened her eyes.

She smiled as she saw his face. "How long have you been watching me?" Steve lied, "A while,"

He looked into her eyes and asked, "How are you feeling?" She beamed, "A lot better thanks to you. I honestly feel like I have more energy than before. I just hope I don't become infected."

Steve shook his head. "You won't. I promise you. I won't let Alex hurt you again either. That had me worried. Busted ribs are pretty bad."

She sat up and they held hands. "I've missed you Claire. It seemed like a lifetime since I'd seen you and it almost was. Even under his control, I tried to think of you to block out the bad things I had to do. I've done some fucked up things."

She put a hand on his cheek. "Oh Steve..." He held her as they sat up and he said, "I never once thought any of those things I said with the p30 on. That was Wesker talking through me even beyond the grave. When I was under his hold, I could't remember a lot of the things I did in my life. Some parts of it were a blur. With this device off I see now I did things I'm not proud of. Even before I met you it's like I became this whole other guy from who I was before."

She smiled softly and assured him, "Steve, you're not a bad guy. You were brainwashed and maybe you did kill some people that didn't deserve it. Like Randy. For a minute,part of me wanted to hate you for that," She admitted. "But on some level I guess I knew it wasn't really you. I knew you would have never let Wesker twist your mind like that willingly."

Steve looked down. "I still think about what we did back then. My dad...I did what I had to. You know, prison life wasn't easy for us when we got there. Neither of us had ever been locked up in our lives. It's strange. I died back there in the south pole but I felt glad you were there with me. I expected to be killed a lot sooner than that. Before the infection even started. We fought back against other prisoners to protect ourselves but we still made a lot of enemies. They almost killed dad before the attack on the island."

Claire looked at him and said, "I know you didn't mean what you said, Steve. I know how you feel. I lost my parents a long time ago. It's just been me and my brother for the longest time. You know, he's a lot like you in some ways. You both blame yourselves for mistakes you made, even beat yourself up for it but you're good. I know you are. You could have killed me after you turned but you stopped. You resisted the virus even with Alexia trying to control you."

He warned, "Shit. I should have told you, she's still alive. Wesker left behind some research blue prints on his own little project to resurrect anybody with the virus that was like him. From what I remember, I think he was trying to bring Alexia back but he discovered a different find. He left some parts of it unfinished but Alex completed it. He knew Wesker had notes on Alexia and how she had similar goals to them and if her DNA had been merged with Alexia's she'd be a more suitable candidate for his new world. Wesker just din't leave to see Alexia brought back from the dead through Excella."

Claire's eyes widened in alarm. "How is that even possible?" Steve told her, "Alex was as smart as Wesker was. He's the new threat. In a way, the technology through the virus to bring back people already killed in a conventional way is actually a good idea. It's the first idea I've heard from Umbrella's rejects that involved life instead of death. The problem is since it's in the wrong hands that's a potential weapon. Mixing the C and T Veronica virus plus the Uroburos that Exella's body rejected, well with Alexia's DNA it can actually work. She'd be twice as powerful as when your brother faced her. She might even be more than Alex."

Claire looked down and sighed. "If that's true then she's going to want revenge on Chris."

Steve said, "He's coming here eventually, right? Even if I hadn't known that yet, I would figure it out. He wouldn't let this city get destroyed. I haven't ever met him but he seems like a man of his word. He did get to where we were to save you. I just checked out a little too soon," He said with a sad smile.

Claire had a look of guilt in her eyes. "I'm not even sure what e would have done. There were only two seats in the plane he brought."

Steve told her, "Don't worry about it. It's not your fault, Claire. Wesker told me you guys blew the base up just after I was dead. Maybe if I had survived, we would have found another way out of there. Another snow vehicle. We were both retty resourceful."

He then softened his expression, "Can I ask you something?" She said, "Yes,"

He asked, "That thing between you and that guy Leon...were you guys an item or something? I mean I figured you were but what happened?" She looked like she didn't want to say anything but he gently rubbed her arm saying, "You can trust me,..."

She opened up, "Him and I were just sad. Me from losing you, him from losing Ada. We had a bond since we escaped from Raccoon together. We became close friends, maybe even best friends and one thing just led to another. I don't know if it was love...or what it was. I felt something but it wasn't love in the way you'd think. We were just there for each other when we thought we had nobody else. I thought he had commitment issues but his heart was just set on that woman. I don't know what it is about her that gets him so love sick. Like a puppy dog. I used to wonder what was wrong with me. Once he found out Ada was still alive, it's like it changed. I hated him for that but I guess I forgive him now..."

She smiled at him. "It's a lot easier now knowing you're here,"

He pulled her to him in his arms. "There's nothing wrong with you. You're beautiful, and one of the most kind hearted people I ever met. If he can''t appreciate you, I will. I'm sorry I left you, Claire. It won't happen again. Even if he did ever learn to love you the way I do it wouldn't stop me from loving you. I don't know how just one night, maybe a few more could bring that out in me but I'm glad it did. For all the bad that happened it brought me to you. That's the silver lining."

They kissed, Claire closing her eyes, his slightly open. Her lips were a relief for his dried, cracked lips. She embraced his moistening them up with hers. They wrapped their arms around each other and she pressed herself against him. She pushed him back, herself on top of him just like that brief moment back in the cold years ago when he caught her as she dropped from the airplane and for a moment they had held each other.

His mouth absorbed into hers and their tongues found each other gently touching in brief strokes and going back as their lips embraced. They felt each other as they kissed, him, running his hand down her bare skin,feeling her soft warmth in the bare exposure of what her top revealed.

He moved his hands to her back. She kissed him, humming against his mouth. He broke away from her and admitted, "I've never done this before...I mean I have...as Grim..it wasn't me though. I'm a virgin...as myself I've never..."

She put a finger to his lip. "Shhh...it's okay...I'lll show you."

Steve actually did know exactly what he had to do. He just didn't want to disappoint her. It had been a while. He breathed heavily. "Okay..."

They kissed again and she began to remove his shirt, feeling his abdomen. She kissed all his scars and rippled abs. He closed his eyes at the feeling of her soft lips on his body. She felt his erection poking through his underwear and pants. "Somebody's happy to see me..." She smiled wickedly. Steve exhaled, "You have no idea..."

She pulled his pants down slightly undoing the belt buckle. He removed her jacket too, and he had her sit on n his lap. He kissed the nape of her neck and she closed her eyes looking upward as he did. He moved his hand up to remove her top. She let out a breathe of satisfaction as he did. He removed the top and saw she had no bra. Her black top was almost like a corset from the old wild west except it was revealing her midriff at the bottom of it.

He moved down to her breasts kissing past her collar area. He cupped her breasts in his hand moving them out of the bra and began to kiss the ivory skin. Claire's lips parted and her mouth opened a bit as she took in the sensation of Steve's lips on her. He snaked his tongue down her nipples.. She looked up at the sky as he did. He began to suck on her pale pink flesh gently. Her breasts smelled like strawberry perfume.

As he put his hands up the back of her mostly removed top, he slid it off revealing more of her, kissing downward. The top was moved up and it covered the nipple of her left breast but not the right one. He kissed down the bottom of her breasts down to her stomach. He planted gentle sweet kisses on her abdomen down to her cute oval belly button.

He kissed her down there and Claire bit her lip letting out a soft murmur of bliss, "Mmmmm..." She looked down at him and gasped as he began to kiss licking her there first going down to the inside and circling it sending a chill down her spine and goosebumps to her nips.

As he gave it one last lick, he finished up with a kiss, in his heart hoping that one day just on the other side of that beautiful skin of hers, one day she would have his baby inside her. To him, that idea was sexy but he knew it would probably never happen.

He shook the thought from his mind. It was time to just enjoy the moment he was in. For a moment he looked up at her, she staring into his eyes and he into hers. To him she looked a bit like Neve Campbell and Liv Tyler at the same time if they mixed. When they had first met, she had thought he looked like Leonardo Dicaprio from Titanic. He had looked more like it with his old hairstyle than now.

he began to gently remove her pants kissing down to her waist line past her stomach, unbuttoning the black pants and sliding them down, revealing her black lacy underwear underneath it. Claire let out an exhale as he began to tease her through the lacy material of her panties. He was kissing her now right where the jean buttons and the wait met. "Uhhhh..." Her blue eyes were wide with lust and she narrowed them as he began kissing her bare cream colored thighs as he lowered the jeans. He began to massage her through the black lace.

She let out a soft murmur but laid back on the roof floor as he did. Her nipples hardened more with arousal as he did and he began to slowly remove her thong. She was ready for him. "Please...Steve..."

He slipped his fingers inside of her to make sure she was wet enough. She was and he began to massage her folds, getting her more ready. She gasped in shock both from the feeling as well as the air from being outside yet safe. She had never had sex out doors before. He slipped in a second finger and she winced with pain at first but gradually, slowly got used to it as the stinging turned to feeling good, a tickling sensation. He stroked her clitoris trying to get it excited.

She let out a high pitched moan but kept it lower to not make too much noise and then found herself wondering why sh had since there was nothing that could get them. So her moan turned into a low but sexy sound of approval. Finally he entered her. She let out a gasp of surprise her blue eyes so wide and big they almost seemed to glow. He entered her slowly and carefully.

She laid back but put her arms around him as he wet in and out of her slowly. She looked up at him and began to maneuver with him. She hadn't had sex in a long time. She closed her eyes trying to get used to the feeling as her hips rocked with him. He groaned as he pushed into her, closing his own eyes, his hands on her breasts caressing them as he went in and out of the beautiful brunette.

He opened his eyes and to her surprise they flashed reddish gold like they had when he transformed but he blinked a couple times and they were green again. He took her right breast into her mouth as he began to go a bit faster thrusting into the thirty four year old. She squirmed under him like an angel in heat. He lifted her legs up in the air as he began to pump a bit faster. She let out a happy squeal of delight that made his manhood twitch even inside her as he went into her tight yet welcoming canals.

He groaned with pleasure himself breathing her name, "Claire...god...I've wanted you for so long..."

She wrapped her arms around him pulling him in for a passionate kiss. "I know, honey...I've missed you so...much..." She said barely getting the last few words out between her kiss, her cries of ecstasy and her breathing as they made love. Not like a married couple but rather like two long lost lovers who had been separated by so many years and miles. In Claire's comparing of Steve to Jack from Titanic she often saw their situation as similar to theirs.

In the film which ad been one of her favorites, having seen it with Chris in theaters back in 96 and cried her eyes out, after meeting and losing Steve she had seen herself as the same as Rose. A boy she had loved as much as he loved her, lost to his own mortality and tragedy. She remembered the one part of that film that gave her hope even through sadness after having lost Steve.

At the end, Rose, even though she'd had kids and been remarried, still had Jack in her heart and when the old woman passed away, she reunited with him as a young woman again on a crash free, death free ship, in what was their version of heaven. Though she had been remarried, he was her true love and so even in the hereafter, they were together. This moment here, was what that was to her.

She dug her nails into his back as he penetrated her. She rolled her hips up as she took him in, her mouth wide open, a cry of pleasure escaping her luscious pink lips. She thrust up and made her wetness cause even more sensation in his already sensitive manhood. "Fuck..." He muttered as he burrowed deeper into her tunnel. He began to hit her spot with the tip of his throbbing cock causing high pitched yelps from her.

As he pressed against it again deeper she moaned, "Oh my God...Steve... He shuttered as he went in balls deep. He kissed the side of her legs that was up near his shoulders as he drove into her faster. This she seemed to enjoy making additional noise from that and an increase in octave as he fucked her.

They changed positions with him behind her. He began to drive into her his eyes on her nice lovely shapely butt. He smacked it and she moaned, though he was unsure if it was from that or his cock or both. He grabbed her breasts as he mounted her from behind,, burying his face in her neck kissing her bare back up to her neck smelling her hair, her ponytail warm and lovely smelling in his nose. He began driving in deeper and he began to toy with her with his fingers as back up.

He began to feel himself losing control. "Claire...I don't think...I can last much longer..." She begged, "Wait...come with me..." He could feel the loss of control and he panicked removing himself from her and he exploded on her back and part of her ass. He panted and she looked back trying to hide her disappointment. "I'm sorry... I tried..."

She smiled softly and rubbed his chest with her hands softly. "It's okay. There's always next time. I understand. It's been a while for both of us."

Steve decided that he didn't want to let her down. He began to move south toward her entrance kissing her backside. "Just because I came too fast doesn't mean I can't help you come while I recover," He began to move toward her entrance and he began to kiss and lick there. Claire's mouth formed an o shape as she shrieked from the shock of it. He began to lick deeper into her damp tunnel.

She laid back, him placing her on her back as he began to taster her licking up her juicy arousal and she cried, "OH MY GOD! STEVE!"

Meanwhile...

Alex sat in his chair inside the Empire State facility. Few were aware of the underground project that the steel workers who built this glorious skyscraper in the 30's had worked on as well as the tower itself. Or that there was surveillance cameras of the building aside from the ones already in place that the Family and even Neo Umbrella had access to.

He spun the chair around to see his brother, back from the dead at last, alongside Alexia. "Long time no see my brother. I trust your journey back to me went well?"

Albert replied with a drop of contempt, "Well...I never thought I would see the day when you would be in my place, dear brother. Of course I should thank you. It was through your continuation of my own research that I'm still alive. I suppose you intend to make me your subordinate?" Alex denied that. "Certainly not, Albert. I intend to share my empire with you and Alexia. You can have what is now Neo Umbrella. It is void and without leadership. Your memory through Agent Piers Nivans should fill you in on a lot of what has happened in the years since your death but there is more you will need to know."

He handed him a PDA full of information. Albert looked at it and scrolled through as he was a fast reader. "Interesting. It seems Ada Wong has been a busy body indeed. Quite the thorn in our side. I long suspected her of being a traitor. Even if this Carla Radames was not her, she did considerable damage and Ada did even more by trying to cover up evidence of it."

Alex smugly said, "Well Ms Wong is clever more so than most people in Umbrella thought but she is not as clever as she would like to think she is. When the time comes I can have her brought to you to do with as you please."

Albert had a blank expression for a moment. "I do not have as much of a problem with her as I do with is who I want dead. Him and his partner," Alex's facial expression changed. He looked to Albert and said, "Chris Redfield I will gladly deliver to you as well as Agent Valentine. Sheva Alomar is not to be harmed. She is all mine."

Albert raised his eyebrows with suspicion. "Are you denying me my revenge? What is this agent to you? I would not have even paid any concern to her had she not assisted my mortal enemy. They were partners. She delayed my plans just as much as he did. She helped Chris without any regard for the history between Chris and I."

Alex lied, "I want to deal with her myself. It was Jill who was able to come up with a helicopter in order to rescue the two, correct? If not for her providing a helicopter and the weapons on board, you would have succeeded. As our brother I am entitled to my own share of vengeance. If you were not alive the burden would still be on me to kill them all. Since you are back with me in your rightful place, as a gift to you and a sign of good faith in our new partnership, I offer you the opportunity to have your retribution."

Albert stared at him for a good long while before saying, "As you wish, Alex. Simply watching Sheva and Ada being broken in front of me would be satisfying enough. Jill and Chris are mine. As is his sibling. There is much I can do with her."

Alexia who had been silent, spoke up. "What of the offspring of William Birkin? My dear Alfred was researching the file on her parents as well as what the Family had on Sherry Birkiin,"

Alex grinned. "That just may be the one thing myself and Albert completely agree on. She must be brought to us. There is a lot of untapped potential in that blood of hers. The boy must be brought to us too. For now I have them contained at Rikers Island to test their strength. Call it my own little version of Rockfort Island."

Alexia scoffed, "How dare you compare the likes of our beautiful island to that cesspool excuse for a facility!" Alex sneered, "I would be careful how you talk to me, little girl. You may have the Veronica Virus but I have the progenitor virus in my veins. Plus unlike you, I did not grow up a spoiled brat. Do not fuss with me."

Albert ordered, "Enough. Both of you. Now my memory is quite blurry at the moment but in time, it will return. What exactly do you want from me? You say you have changed your mind since our encounter in the Antarctic but one does not change their minds so drastically, certainly not a woman of your status."

Alexia grinned. "Through this Tricell heiress's eyes, I have seen a lot. I know this was even her intentions to join you in your new world. When I first encountered you, I admit I thought you were just another low level corporate thief or possibly some rival of my grandfather's organization. However you were simply an ant king who did not realize it yet. Lowering yourself in the position of a worker ant. You have the ambitions of a king, much like my dearest Alfred."

Albert looked at her with intensity. "Perhaps you may be of some use to me provided your DNA is superior to that of the woman's body you inhabit. Of course without continuation of my own research, project you were able to be brought back and I am well aware that your own DNA has merged with Excella's just as mine has with Agent Nivans. The emphasis of course is your will dominates that of Excella's as does mine over Piers."

Albert ordered her, "Show me. Prove to me now you are who you say you course your memory of me is a sign of such but the only wat to show is to display your power."

Alexia coolly said, "Very well. As you wish," She began to catch on fire. Her white dress engulfed in flames as was her body. Her skin turned green as it had before but then it began to regenerate and resemble Excella again except the fire began to burn brighter almost too bright even for a God such as him to gaze at. Her brown hair turned blonde and her facial features and body changed. The fire died down and in front of him stood the newly resurrected Alexia Ashford, looking just as she had back in 1998 and as nude as she had been in the burning of her dress just before their battle together.

He did not smile or show any indication of being impressed but he noted, "Fair just may be some use of you. I doubted Excella's words of there ever being a partner worthy of me to help me lead in my new world. Alas, if your goals are truly the same as mine, you just might be fit yet. But we must not subject ourselves to lower classes of human hierarchies. A king or a queen."

He flashed in a blur of speed and appeared behind her grabbing her roughly from behind. Her blue eyes went wide, the blonde gasping in surprise. He said against her neck, "If you truly join me in our new world...you will be a goddess."

Alexia smiled wickedly.

Carlos

San Juan

He could not believe it. They had made it. The government drones had been shot out of the sky and because of it they were able to fight off those of the others who came after them. The problem was, San Juan was now a war zone too. ALF and the United States military were engaging in battle right now and he was staying in cover to avoid it. In a fucking hospital of all places. Every base that the army had obviously had infirmaries for the wounded but in Puerto Rico they were being overwhelmed with wounded soldiers. To make matters worse the virus was here too.

He looked to Paula, the Zapatista from Chippas, Mexico who was in cover. She had run dry on ammunition for her AK-101 having put down both carriers and soldiers but now she had the Rifle of a dead Marine. Right now, the shooting had cooled off for the moment. It was crazy. Here they were, both sides in a hospital, casualties and injured people from both sides but even more so, from civilians attacked by the infected overflowing the hospitals and here they were having a shootout in the hall.

Both sides were getting their injured out of harms way. Paula reminded him as she readied her M-16 A4, "Recuerde, Carlos. Cada cadáver es un potencial descarga del ammo."

(Remember, Carlos. Every dead body is a potential ammo dump.)

Carlos nodded but told her, "Estoy bien. Estoy lejos de quedarse sin, hermana. Odio decirlo, pero las armas se redujo de nuestros comaradas es hacer la misma cosa para mí, ya que Carbine Rifle es para usted."

(I'm fine. I am far from running out, sister. I hate to say it but the dropped weapons of our comrades is doing the same thing for me as that Carbine Rifle is for you.)

She insisted, "Sí, pero hay más de ellos en este momento que nosotros hasta que nos expandimos! Hay más de ellos para matar a nosotros. Además, no queremos que nuestra gente morir."

(Yes but there is more of them right now than us until we expand! There are more of them to kill than us. Besides, we don't want our people dying.)

Carlos spotted three Marines at the end of the hall firing at something either carriers or possibly compas. He fired letting off the last eighteen rounds in his mag hoping for a critical hit. They all went down, two men and one woman. The woman was on the floor, screaming for back up. Paula fired her Army issued Rifle that she had taken from a dead soldier and hit the woman in the head where her helmet was. Carlos was not sure, because sometimes helmets did protect even from bullets on rare occasions, if that had killed her or knocked her out.

Suddenly he felt rounds hit him in the back of the vest. "Shit!" He spun around and reloaded getting into cover behind a stretcher. Paula engaged them but took rounds herself. She took them in the left hip, about four in total, and two more in the back of her right leg. She cried out but kept shooting. Carlos got an incendiary grenade ready and pulled the pin. He lobbed it at their feet. They were caught up in the flames and they howled like beasts in the wild.

The people that shot Paula were not from the lower 48. Sure, they were US military but they were locals and even the weapons they got were hand me downs from what the better equipped army and Marines and Navy had. He wasn't sure if it was just because the colony of Puerto Rico wasn't a priority now or because it had never been or maybe because any enemies of the United States would not likely hit P.R. when there were a lot more critical cities and targets to hit.

Still, he knew that even if not all were well equipped as the soldiers in Afghanistan, there was still bound to be some with armor piercing bullets like some of the soldiers they'd encountered earlier. Carlos got the fresh mag reloaded and Paula took ten rounds from a semi automatic Rifle.

She was protected by her own vest except for where she'd been hit in the hips traveling up through her leg but as they moved in closer the likelihood of them getting though the best was higher. A few soldiers made it past the men who had been lit on fire. They fired at Paula like she was Osama Bin Laden himself. The poor woman never had a chance.

The rounds bombarded her abdomen and the vest protected her at first but he saw the ripped holes in the vest and the oozing wounds as they got through. She fell to the floor. Carlos screamed, "NO!" He fired hitting one of the men closest to him, an Afro Caribbean. He got him in the left knee cap. Carlos aimed for his right and crippled the bastard, shredding away the flesh at the knees. The man screamed at the top of his lungs but was drowned out by gunfire.

The next man was a Caucasian, with sandy blonde hair, and a sun kissed face, a true Latino, the only kind there was. He had on glasses and he had a scar on his neck. Carlos fired putting eleven rounds in his stomach. The man went down, blood reddening his teeth. Carlos put a burst between them as well. The last of the three, was a man who didn't look too different from himself. He just had curly hair, had about five years on him and looked meaner.

Carlos fired but the man fired first and shot his Rifle from his hands. Carlos wasted no time and tackled him. He grabbed the barrel of the Rifle trying to wrestle it from him. He forced the man against the wall. The man drove his knee into Carlos's stomach.

Carlos rammed into him and they grappled for the weapon. The soldier knew martial arts and he demonstrated it on him. He hit hit in the center of his stomach following up wit a strike to the side of his neck. Carlos got a grip of the Rifle and hit the man in the chest with it. The man forced Carlos against the wall on the other side of the hall even as Carlos struck him in the face.

The man was starting to get the better grip on the rifle and it would only be a matter of seconds before the man had the rifle himself and would shoot him as he had Paula. Carlos had no choice. He let it fall and he followed up with a blow to the man's groin and another to the Adams apple. The man dove to the floor to go for the rifle but Carlos kicked it away. As he did, the man went for his .40 handgun on the floor but like a warrior of this island from over 500 years ago, facing one of Columbus's men, Carlos pounced on him as the man tried to get his hand up to shoot.

Carlos plunged the blade through his palm pinning it to the floor. He screamed but Carlos put his other hand over his mouth and punched him hard in the stomach growling, "Callete!"

The man coughed and finally stopped screaming but he groaned and coughed and looked up at him. The man tried to look brave despite his fear and Carlos could tell he was secretly hoping some reinforcements were coming. If they were, they were not there yet. Carlos saw Armando and Sonya moving down the hall. They were holding off some J'avo who were attacking both of them, most of them armed with pipes and bats. They were holding their own, using handguns against them, saving the Assault Rifle ammunition for bigger game.

Carlos growled, "Eso fue para Paula."

(That was for Paula.)

The soldier boldly declared, "Yo estaba haciendo mi trabajo. La perra era un insurgente."

(I was doing my job. The bitch was an insurgent.)

Carlos pressed the blade in further. "Esa perra 'era mi amigo. Mi hermana en brazos."

(That 'bitch' was my friend. My sister in arms.)

Carlos added, "Sólo haciendo su trabajo? Yo también,"

(Just doing your job? So am I.)

With that he removed the blade and the man's screams went silent as he went into shock from pain but Carlos brought the blade down into the man's heart. "I hope it was worth it, chupa verga!"

The man's eyes went wide as blood hemorrhaged from the wound and his mouth. He ran to Paula's side. Armando and Sonya had finished them off, she putting a bullet in the head of a J'avo destroying whatever parasitic mutation it was before it was a problem.

Armando asked, "Que pasó?" Carlos turned around, "¿Qué crees que pasó?" (What do you think happened?)

Paula was alive but barely and in pretty bad shape. "Oí que me llamaste puta, Carlos. Es mejor que te disculpes ahora ..."

(I heard you called me a bitch, Carlos. You'd better apologize now...)

He smirked, amazed that she could be so light hearted when she was shot this badly. "No te preocupes por eso, mija, yo estaba usando sus propias palabras en su contra. Si hay un infierno, tha cabrón está ahí."

(Don't mind that, mija, I was just using his own words against him. If there is a hell, that fucker is there. )

She chuckled despite the blood in the corner of her mouth, "Yo sé, yo sólo le doy un mal rato. Escúchame Carlos ... Yo no tengo mucho tiempo ... si usted está con nosotros ... lo que necesita para estar con nosotros hasta el final ... Continúe esta lucha. No más de la BSAA. Usted era un guerrero por la causa antes de inscribirse en Umbrella ... en su país de origen. Sonya me lo ha dicho. La BSAA sólo se preocupa por las criaturas ... ellos no se preocupan por la justicia social. Quédate con nosotros, hermano."

(I know, I was just giving you a hard time. Listen to me Carlos...I don't have much time...if you are with us...you need to be with us all the way... Carry on this fight. No more of the BSAA. You were a warrior for the cause before you joined Umbrella...in your home country. Sonya has told me so. The BSAA only cares about the creatures...they do not care about social justice. Stay with us, brother.)

He agreed, "Yo, pero hay que quedarse con nosotros también. No puedes morir! Te necesitamos."

(I will but you have to stay with us too. You cannot die! We need you.)

The Mexican revolutionary, who had come to help Puerto Rico along with the rest of the Americas fight colonization and the military industrial complex, smiled sadly and said, "Yo ya estoy muerto, Carlos. Al igual que nuestro héroe Pancho Villa dijo que es mejor morir de pie que vivir de rodillas. Creo que esto y tomaré conmigo a la tumba ..."

(I am already dead, Carlos. Like our hero Pancho Villa said it is better to die on your feet than to live on your knees... I believe this and will take that with me to the grave...)

She told him, "El gobierno, que son muy estúpidos. La familia ... lo que quieras llamarlo. Dejaron que este brote se salga de control y ahora dudo que ... es ni siquiera una sola ciudad segura en los Estados Unidos ... por lo que han hecho ... toda la BSAA no se les mata ... que puedan tener datos que no tenemos en ellos ... pero todavía tenemos armas. Nosotros no los necesitamos. Te necesitamos."

(The government, they are very stupid. The Family...whatever you wish to call it. They let this outbreak get out of control and now I doubt there...is even a single safe city in the United States...because of what they have done...all the BSAA do is kill them...they may have data we do not have on them...but we still have guns. We do not need them. We need you.)

She coughed and said, "Carlos ... el gobierno de Estados Unidos está tratando de acabar con todos nuestros líderes. Necesitamos más buenos guerreros como tú. El que queda debe conducir."

(Carlos...the United States government is trying to wipe out all our leaders. We need more good warriors like you. Whoever is left must lead. )

She took his hand. He would not cry this time. He wasn't sure if he was capable of it anymore but God he felt terrible inside. "En cualquier revolución, mijo ... pierdes camaradas. Se sigue y si es real que lucha hasta ganar o morir. Prométeme ... usted se quedará con nosotros después de que yo me haya ido ..."

(In any revolution, mijo...you lose comrades. You carry on and if it is real you fight until you win or die. Promise me...you will stay with us after I am gone...)

They held hands and she looked up into his eyes, looking more frail with every second that passed. "Lo prometo."

(I promise.)

She finally breathed her last. He attempted to give her CPR as she had Miguel but after five minutes knew that she too, was gone. He had her blood on his face. "Descansa en paz."

(Rest in peace.)

Armando looked at the woman with sadness but then his expression turned to pride. "Ella no murió un latino o hispano. Ella murió cuando ella nació y siempre ha sido. Indígena. A Cemanahuaca. Su espíritu será velar por nosotros en la batalla."

(She did not die a Latino or Hispanic. She died as she was born and has always been. Indigenous. A Cemanhuaca Her spirit will watch over us in battle.)

Sonya asked him, "¿Te refieres a eso? ¿Te vas a quedar con el ALF?" (Did you mean it? Are you going to stay with the ALF?

He shrugged. "No voy a romper una promesa que fue su último deseo. Es sólo que no sé lo que voy a hacer por todos vosotros. No he estado en la lucha en años."

(I'm not going to break a promise that was her dying wish. I just don't know what I will do for you all. I haven't been in the struggle in years.)

Sonya said, "Sabes, ella me hizo pensar. Puede que no hayas estado con la causa durante años, pero estabas cuando te conocí. Mientras que la BSAA puede ser inútil cuando se trata de la destrucción de los gobiernos opresivos fuera de implicación con estas criaturas, todavía es uno de los miembros fundadores, sí? Usted sabe más de ellos que de nosotros. Usted sabe qué mejor manera hay que matarlos. Estabas en Raccoon City que dice mucho."

(You know, she had me thinking. You may not have been with the cause for years but you were when I knew you. While the BSAA may be useless when it comes to destroying oppressive governments outside of involvement with these creatures, you still are one of the founding members, yes? You know more about them than we do. You would know what best ways there are to kill them. You were in Raccoon City that speaks volumes.)

Carlos snorted. "Me dirijo? No soy un líder. Nunca lo fui."

(Me lead? I am no leader. I never was.)

He then asked, "¿Por qué no tú? En ALF sobre la base de creencias precolombinas tradicionales, la mujer es igual a un hombre así que ¿por qué no se lleva? Has sobrevivido a la masacre también.

(Why not you? In ALF based on traditional pre Columbian beliefs, the woman is equal to a man so why don't you lead? You survived the massacre too.)

She pointed out to the South American BSAA agent, "Muy cierto, pero yo no sobrevivo Raccoon City. No sólo has sobrevivido escapaste justo antes de que fuera destruido. Usted sabe los caminos de la revolución y de armas biológicas."

(Very true but I did not survive Raccoon City. Not only did you survive you escaped just before it was destroyed. You know the ways of revolution and of bioweapons.)

Just then as they came up the hall, a woman came up and Carlos could see she was a soldier, based on her uniform, Army. Armando aimed at her but the woman said, "Sólo quiero hablar!"

(I just want to talk!)

Carlos stopped him. "Espere."

Armando snarled, "Ella es el pinche enemiga! Uno de ellos. ¿Qué se puede incluso hablar?"

(She's the fucking enemy! One of them. What is there to even talk about?)

The woman was American, by the looks of her possibly of Somalian descent. She had probably taken some Spanish in college or High School. "Que quieres?"

The woman asked, "Habla usted Inglés? Dicen que esta lengua es la más fácil de aprender, pero para mí no lo es."

(Do you speak English? They say this language is the easiest to learn but for me it isn't.)

Carlos said, You're doing just fine. So I'll ask again. What do you want?" The woman did not answer except for with another question. "Which of you is in charge?" She looked at him and then at Sonya. She nodded at him, and beckoned back at Paula reminding him. "I am," He boldly said.

She smiled, "ow we're getting somewhere. Listen, we can kill each other all night. My orders are to neutralize all members of ALF and detain any willing to surrender. The problem is, we've got these damn things, whatever they are, trying to infect my men. They're attacking civilians. Plus those cannibals that look like they came from the grave. What I have in mind, just for this hospital, for now, is a temporary understanding. Are you willing to hear me out?"

He looked back and saw several more ALF members with eyes on him. Sonya, his past lover, held her hand up for them to keep calm. "It depends what it is," He responded.

Chris

They had been on the ground for a good while now and he was searching the areas he thought Claire might be. They were trying Grand Central where he was notified there might be a BSAA agent who may have contacted her. Sheva stepped forth, "This is it. Let's hope we don't get too much trouble."

They spotted an agent, a Caucasian male that looked like he was straight out of the Corps. Chris remembered him. He had been at the outbreak in India. For a while that guy, much like Chris, had PTSD. He was uncertain about why. Chris greeted, "You're the one who saw Claire?" Agent Grant told him, "I did we helped her and she helped us but I'm not the one who knows where she might be. That would be my partner."

He spotted the female agent. Chris aimed his weapon at her and so did Sheva, following his lead. "Jessica!" He bellowed.

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So that's all for this chapter. I figured to keep it shorter even though it sucks because I took a long time just to even get this update out! Anyway for those that don't know the word Cemanahuac is a Nahuatl word for the land between the two waters, IE North Central and South America as one. Therefore a Cemanahuaca is a resident of Cemanahuac. An indigenous person. Basically, they're rejecting Hispanic and Latino because it is as much of a colonial title as Indian or American is for us.

So Paula, my OC is dead. How do you think she knew about the Family?

Also, Carlos in my story is actually not one of the original eleven he was just one of the first members of the South American branch. I hope I am not going ooc with him I just read on the RE wikia page that he did have a history in guerrilla warfare and it doesn't say where he is from.

They want to have you assume Brazil but I don't think so in the books he spoke Spanish not Portuguese. So actually I made in my uni the Mixcoatl village be bordering Brazil and Columbia. And have him be there since it would make sense about a warlord running it especially since Javier Hidalgo was based on Pablo Escobar.

As for the lemon between Claire and Steve I have been so worried lately that what if the lemons i make between each pairing all seems the same and therefore is not fresh or different or even hot? Like same lemon different pairings? Seriously, if that is the case please tell me. So I decided to at least show a bit of variation and have something happen to Steve that happens to all guys at least once usually their first time.

That's not to say in the future they won't pick it up. Hell if you want I can have that happen right away , fellow perverts! I should also admit a lot of my lemon ideas i get visual inspiration from hentais...so there's that.

The woman who spoke Spanish but said it's harder is from an actual class mate I knew who said that and she was an immigrant from Somalia but I know for a fact English is harder especially American English. got a request from one reviewer for Ada and Leon to have a quickee as well. Is that safe to do with a concussion though? lol I'd better look that up.

Also if you were not sure about Jessica she was Chris's partner in Revelations but she ended up being a mole for Tricell so that's why the hostility. What will happen next do you think? Also poor Sherry and Jake stuck in a prison, right?

Anyway please R&R but no flamers only constructive critique.

Native Guns 13.