Helena couldn't help but feel guilty about what she was about to do. However, it was all for the sake of her sister. If she did this, Deborah would be set free. She'd gone along with it, she had to whether it was true or not. No matter what happened, she would not allow anything bad to happen to her sister ever again. Even if that meant she had to go down for it so be it. She would always fight for her, even with their rocky relationship.

"Agent Harper," the President now turned to her, seeing her looking rather unlike herself.

"Sir?" she responded, looking to him.

"If you need a break," he pointed out.

"N-No, sir. I couldn't," she quickly told him.

He smiled at her now. "Agent Harper you've been with me all day. You're free to take a restroom break, grab a coffee or do whatever you like just while we sit and talk. Alright?"

She shook her head in defiance. "I'm not allowed."

"Helena," he now calmly said to her while placing a hand on her shoulder. "I'll only be in this room for an hour or so. Go take a break, you've earned it."

She sighed heavily then gave a nod. "Alright."

"Good," he smiled, taking his hand from her shoulder to then enter the room.

She watched as the door was then closed behind him, cutting her off from the one she was supposed to be protecting when in fact she was doing the opposite. She desperately wished she could warn him, but that wouldn't help her sister in the long run.

"Hold on, Deborah." She sighed as she backed away, trying desperately not to think about what she was about to do.

Everything had been set up already, thanks to the Family. The only thing Helena had to do was let out the gas.

"You wouldn't want this of me," she thought to herself, while thinking of her parents. "But I have to. I have to save the only person left dear to me."

The screams of the innocents died away as the gas took over the whole campus.

"Shit!" she sighed heavily, running her hands through her hair.

She took a moment to compose herself before heading out to then get a call.

"Helena!"

"Hunnigan," the young Agent tried to act as natural as she could. "What's wrong?"

"Agent Kennedy is en route to your location. There's some sort of virus outbreak at the campus."

"I've not seen anything unusual," she lied.

"Funny, I'm getting readings of the virus spreading like wild fire from your exact location. Just be careful."

"I will," she nodded.

Helena took a breath to steady her nerves, of course she knew about the spread she was the one that had caused it.

"I better get back before Leon finds me missing," she now thought.

xXx

"Hunnigan, the whole campus is deserted." Leon was just now telling her when suddenly he heard a familiar groan. "Hold that thought."

Slipping his phone into his pocket, he quickly rushed into the nearby room. The groan was getting louder the further in he went.

"Hey!" he called out at seeing someone swaying on the spot. "Hey, are you alright?"

The figure gave a growl as it turned to face him before lunging.

"Shit!" he hissed, having lost his gun as he was sent crashing to the floor.

The creature on top of him tried in vain to take a bite out of him, but luckily Leon had been put through far worse over the years. It became second nature to him. Quickly moving his arm from the zombies throat, he gripped its head and twisted. Quickly standing as another lumbered over, he ran and slid across the floor, grabbed his gun and shot it.

"I just ran into some infected students," he now warned Hunnigan.

"Shit," was all she could say with a sigh until realising. "Leon! The President!"

"Adam!" Leon now thought panicked as he quickly ran through the halls.

xXx

Helena was now back at the President's room, standing just beside the door she gave a knock.

"Mr President, sir!"

She received no answer and so she slowly reached out to take hold of the handle of the door, pushing it open slowly to reveal the darkened room.

"Mr President," she called to him again.

There was movement from behind the desk and she quickly rushed over, gun at the ready.

"A-Agent...Harper," he now coughed.

"What happened, are you alright?" she asked, knowing full well he wasn't.

"There was...some...sort of...fog...it came in...through...through the window," he coughed more violently.

Helena looked over to see the body of a man laying on the ground, blood pooling out from under his head.

"What happened to him?" she asked as soon as he'd done with his coughing fit.

"He...he collapsed, banged his head on the desk. Is he alright?"

Helena checked his pulse. "He's still alive, but only just."

"Damn, we...have to...get him out."

"You're my top priority, sir." She reminded him.

"N-No..." he coughed even more violently now.

Hasty footsteps were now heard coming from down the hall, making Helena stand up with her gun at the ready. The President was now crawling towards the man on the floor, suddenly he started to sink his teeth into the flesh and rip it away.

"Oh god!" Helena silently groaned as she turned her attention back to the President.

The mysterious person from the hall barged right in, gun in hand too. They both quickly turned to each other, he looked about ready to ask who she was when he caught sight of the man eating the other.

"Is that?" he now asked.

"It is," Helena acknowledged.

Leon walked further into the room, gun still held out in front of him.

"Mr President!" he called out, but it was no use the man was too far gone and he knew it. "Don't make me do this!"

Helena stood there as what once was the President was now stumbling towards her, wanting to take a bite right out of her. However, she just couldn't bring herself to shoot him. She'd caused all this, maybe it was for the best she got what was coming to her.

"Adam!" Leon yelled, pulling the trigger on his gun just as the zombie President almost managed to bite the woman.

Helena let out a heavily breath before slumping over slightly. Her eyes now welling up.

"No," Leon sighed, lowering his gun as the reality of what had just happened set in.

"It's all my fault," Helena now shook her head. "I...I did this."

Leon turned to her, clearly enraged.

"What are you talking about?" he asked.

She sniffled slightly as she wiped the tears from her eyes.

"Tall Oaks Cathedral," she informed him, now pulling herself together. "I'll explain everything there, Agent Kennedy."

He turned to her once again, quite bewildered.

"How do you know my name?"

Just at that very moment Leon heard the familiar alert of his phone, only to find it wasn't his but rather the young woman's.

"Yes?" she answered.

Leon walked over, quite surprised to see the one woman he'd least expect to see.

"Hunnigan?"

"Thank god you two are alright," she smiled.

"How do you two know each other?" Leon asked as he glanced up at Helena.

"That's Helena Harper, she's been with the Secret Service since last year." She explained. "I hate to rush introductions, but I need a report on your situation."

Helena looked over at the dead President.

"I shot the President," Leon said straight out.

"What are you..." Hunnigan was completely shocked to hear this.

"He'd already been infected by the time we found him."

"Leon," Helena now looked to him. "Leon, did what he had to. He saved my life."

"God help us," Hunnigan now sighed as she thought of what to do next. "Alright, I'll file the report. You two focus on getting the hell out of there."

"We're headed for Tall Oaks Cathedral," Helena quickly informed her. "Agent Kennedy has a lead that should tell us who's responsible for this."

Leon was quite annoyed that he was being used like this by some woman that had only been in the Service for a year, plus he didn't even know her that well for her to be putting him on the spot like this.

"Leon, is that true?" Hunnigan asked, knowing he would have told her already, either that or it just slipped his mind.

Helena looked to him for support, giving a subtle nod. Was he really going to put his trust in someone he didn't even know. Curiosity got the better of him, even though he really didn't like this one bit.

"Yeah, it's true." He caved.

"Roger that," Hunnigan nodded in acknowledgement. "I'll map out the safest access route. Keep your radio on."

As soon as Helena shut off her phone, she knew Leon would be on her back about why she'd done that to him.

"Mind clueing me in on this," he frowned.

"Once we get to the Cathedral I'll tell you everything. I promise."

She looked as though she was dead serious about all this. He just had to trust her until they arrived at their destination. But then again she had openly admitted to having a hand in this mess, he now wondered if she was telling the truth or not. He'd find out in the end.

oOo

They now made their way through the building, when they eventually found a survivor who'd tried desperately to give them the slip while looking for his daughter.

"We have to find her!" he warned them.

"Alright," Leon agreed.

"We don't have time to..." Helena protested.

Leon looked to her, she wasn't interested in telling him why she was in such a rush to get to the church so she could wait.

"We'll make the time," he scowled at her.

Helena groaned inwardly, she would never get to her sister at this rate. All she could do was reluctantly follow on behind the pair, her thoughts on her sister being left somewhere underground sickened her. The sound of the worried father coughing and having relative difficulty trying to catch his breath broke her from her thoughts.

"Are you alright?" Leon asked him.

"I will be as soon as I find my daughter," he reassured.

Helena couldn't help but think back to the President.

"Leon, he could be infected." She whispered to him.

"It's a possibility," Leon acknowledged as the man started to cough again.

"We shouldn't be wasting time here," she warned him.

Leon was just about to tell her over her rudeness when they heard a scream.

"Liz!" the man called out. "Liz, I'm coming."

Leon gave her a look of disgust at having finally found the man's daughter. He quickly stepped aside to allow the Agents to enter the room first, thankfully it was clear.

"Liz!" the man then ran in, taking his daughter in a hug.

"Dad!" the girl wheezed, sounding worse than her father.

Now began their long slow and painful walk to the lift, thankfully it worked. After putting down the daughter, who'd changed and bitten her father, Helena couldn't help but give Leon a look of 'thanks for wasting time' as they then exited into the underground car park.

They headed back inside to then head out into the grounds. Only they now needed a key card, which in turn required a code for them to get into the room for the card. This ended in Helena setting off an alarm that alerted all of the infected students. Luckily Hunnigan shut it off and the pair managed to escaped into an abandoned cop car. Something that didn't last very long though as Leon had now turned the car onto its roof all thanks to the infected students. Hunnigan had now planned a route through the sewers, which lead to the underground train tunnels.

"There's so many of them!" Helena cried out as more infected headed their way. "I'm running low on ammo!"

"Yeah, if only they dropped it every time we killed them we'd be better off." He sighed.

"Welcome to reality, Leon!" Helena scowled before hearing the warning sound. "Train!"

The pair slammed themselves against the wall, just in time too. The stumbling undead not so lucky.

"How are the trains still running?" she now questioned, pulling herself from the wall.

"There was no one at the controls," Leon informed her, before making a joke of it again. "Zombie Express."

She groaned, but for some reason his small jokes were quite refreshing. All was clear for the time being until one of the infected crawled from a vent to then grab hold of Helena's ankle, sending the woman crashing to the floor.

"Helena!" he yelled, rushing over to bring his foot down onto the undead creatures head. "You alright?"

She pulled herself up with a groan, placing the back of her hand to her lip to then pull it away to see blood.

"Bit my lip," she groaned.

"Let me see," he told her as she turned around to face him. "Here."

She took the clean handkerchief from him with a, "thanks."

"On we go," he gestured before pulling her back as another train passed.

xXx

A few rooms later and Ada now found herself upon one which finally caught her eye. When entering she was quite delighted by the look of it. The red painted walls filled the room with a warm glow and upon them were two painted golden Chinese dragons. Both the same in every way, but they were locked in an epic battle against each other. Fighting tooth and claw.

"I'm guessing this is your room, Carla." She thought aloud to herself.

The large bed by the back wall had a silky red decorated duvet cover. A couple of butterfly decorated cushions had been thrown unevenly on there too. Turning her attention to the extravagant looking wardrobe, she opened the doors to see quite an array of dresses.

"Impressive," she thought with a smile.

Slowly skimming through, she stopped at a lone dress which wasn't as revealing at the cleavage but there was a long slit up the side that would show plenty of leg. It was white with pink blossoming flowers curling all around it, from the front to the back. It also came with a small flower for her hair too. She picked out some nice looking boots to go with it all as well as underwear, she couldn't leave those out.

"Looks like something I'd wear alright."

Now pleased with her decision she headed back with it. Upon returning to the room she'd left her twin, she was quite surprised to see she still wasn't out of the shower yet or was that just a cover up? She hung up the dress and headed over to see the towel was still there. Now either Carla was walking about the ship completely naked or she'd possibly fallen asleep in there.

"You done in there?" Ada called out to her.

There was no reply, which meant there was no other option but to check up on her. Peeking her head around the corner, she was surprised to see her double sitting on the floor. Her arms wrapped around her legs with her head upon her knees.

"Hey!" she called out again. "You alright?"

Again there was no reaction, so she moved in closer reaching out a hand to her. Carla immediately raised her head, turning to look at her.

"Get out!" she screamed.

Ada straightened herself up, crossing her arms over her chest as she looked down upon her twin.

"You wanna shrivel up like a prune, so be it. Just don't take too long about it, we need to talk."

"I've got nothing to talk about, especially to you!" Carla snarled.

Ada snorted in amusement. "Oh, but that's where you're wrong. You see Simmons told me all about you."

Carla turned to look at her now, intent on finding out what Simmons had said against her.

"Well?" she scowled.

"Get dried off," Ada frowned as she then disappeared to grab the dress for her. "Put that on and then we'll talk."

Carla pulled herself to her feet, grabbed the towel to dry herself and pulled on the dress, underwear and boots. She hadn't even bothered with the flower hair piece, simply throwing it onto the table which Ada was leaning up against.

"So, what lies has Simmons being spewing about me?" she asked in annoyance.

"Lies?" Ada feigned confusion with a smug smile.

Carla was in no mood for her games.

"You clearly don't know who you're messing with, fake." She said calmly.

"Me? Fake?" Ada asked over exaggerating for effect. "If you say so."

Carla brought her hand up to beat that smugness out of her, but Ada was one step ahead and had her hand in hers.

"Ah, so you want to play like that do you?" she smiled. "Alright, I'm game."

Carla quickly spun even with her hand still in her doppelgangers grip. She raised her leg to kick her, but Ada had already let go to flip herself right over the top of her twin. Carla was clearly enraged, she struck out quickly but was blocked to then have Ada strike back at her. Cheap shot, but she dodged easily.

"You do know we're evenly matched don't you?" Ada reminded her.

Carla growled, throwing everything at her. As the fight went on, Ada could clearly see something was causing Carla to faultier once in a while.

"What's wrong, Ada?" she asked teasingly. "You don't seem like yourself."

"Shut up!" Carla snarled as she ducked to swipe her leg round in hopes of catching Ada off balance, which clearly failed once again.

Ada was against using cheap shots, but she clearly didn't need to this time as it wasn't like she was facing off against 'her' again. Svetlana had really given her a run for her money. From the look on the woman's face though, she'd been clearly enjoying herself. She had to admit, she had a little as well. She now wondered what had happened to her. Maybe she was out there someplace, possibly waiting to have it out with her again.

"I'll kill you, you fake!" Carla screamed at her.

"I thought you wanted to know what lies Simmons had been spewing about you?" Ada now reminded her.

"You'll die along with that bastard!" she snarled.

Ada had now had enough and quickly restrained her twin when she eventually found an opening. She pinned her up against the bed, much to her twins annoyance. Keeping her in place with a knee pressed right into Carla's back.

"Let go of me!" Carla lashed out with her free arm, which wouldn't be free for long as Ada pulled it back to join the other.

"I will as soon as you stop acting like a bratty kid," Ada scolded her.

Carla raged under her, so Ada kept her pressed against the bed for a good while until she decided to calm down.

"Ready to listen now?" she asked shortly after.

Carla had now gone limp as well as quiet.

"Simmons said it was all your doing," Ada now went on to tell her.

She couldn't help but smile as she felt Carla tense up beneath her with what she'd just told her.

"And you believe him?" Carla snarled as she once again started to fight back.

"If I did, why am I helping you?"

Wrong choice of wording there as she soon came to find out.

"I don't need your help!" Carla raged, desperately trying to get free. "I don't need anyone's help!"

"Calm down," Ada sighed as she added more pressure, getting Carla more worked up.

"Don't tell me what to fucking do!" Carla snapped while squirming under the other woman, trying her damned hardest to push her off.

"No that would make me him, now wouldn't it?"

"I'll kill him! Then I'll kill you!"

"We're not making any progress here, are we?" Ada sighed once again as she tried time and time again to get through to the woman about having a civil conversation.

oOo

Eventually Carla wore herself out and Ada was finally free to let go of her. She was now sat on the bed with her arms and legs crossed, a look of annoyance on her face which she had turned away.

"He said you knew about us and became so jealous and obsessed with him you had to become me."

Carla snorted, but said nothing.

"He also said he couldn't stand you," she could clearly see this had hit the woman hard.

Carla tried in vain to hide it, but she knew Ada had already seen it.

"You believed yourself to be me that badly, he was almost believing it."

Carla's blood was past boiling.

"So, care to tell me the truth?"

Carla looked down at the floor.

"Maybe you can start by telling me your real name," she suggested, even though she already knew it. She just wanted to hear it from her.

'Carla Radames!' the voice answered for her, making her grimace and cover her face with her hand.

"What's your real name?" Ada pressed.

Lowering her hand to then raise her head, she gave her name.

"Ada Wong!"

Ada crossed her arms, sighing deeply.

"It's Carla," she frowned. "Carla Radames. Simmons told me."

Carla wasn't at all surprised to hear that.

"Well, that didn't go as well as I'd hoped." Ada now shrugged lightly.

Carla turned away from her again.

"Alright, let's start with your version of this delightful story. Shall we, Carla?"

Carla was quick to set her eyes upon her once again at the mention of her actual name.

"You want the truth," she glared. "Check the data you picked up. It will show you that while you're here asking me stupid questions, Simmons is busy wondering how he's going to get his hands on Jake Muller."

Ada slot the small card into her phone to then open it up, revealing a picture of the boy named Jake Muller that Carla had just mentioned. She scrolled down to read a small bio about him, finding to her surprise that he was the son of Albert Wesker.

"Who'd have thought," she smiled as Carla now grabbed hold of something from the large cabinet to smack Ada over the head with it.

"Sorry, but I won't allow anyone to get in the way of my plans. Not even you, fake." Carla now looked down on the unconscious form of the real Ada before stepping over her to head out.

xXx

Once Leon and Helena had finally made it through the train tunnels, they eventually met up with a survivor. A stupid woman who just couldn't help but open the shutter to allow herself to be eaten. This now left the pair to deal with the aftermath. Helena was dead set on getting to her sister and no one was going to stop her. Even so much as the bile that was now spat her way as she screamed and thrashed about as it hit her neck and chest.

"Helena!" Leon yelled, quickly putting down the zombie that had done it to her.

"It burns!" she cried out.

"Shit! Hang on!" he looked around to see a woman slumped up against the wall, a bottle of unopened water conveniently in her hand.

Quickly running over he pulled the bottle from her hand and ran back over to his partner. There was no time to think on things as she quickly lifted her head for him to pour the water over her.

"Better?" he asked.

She gave a nod. "Thanks."

"It was lucky someone actually decided to bring some water with them," Leon thought as he threw the empty bottle down.

Helena now stood to look at the fallen zombie that had spat at her.

"Spitting zombies!" she groaned.

"Yeah, I remember reading about those in the Arklay manor report. One's that threw up on you."

"Nice," Helena huffed. "What's next?"

"Let's just keep going," he encouraged her on.