Jake got to the hospital in record time. There weren't a lot of people coming or going. Nothing about the place struck him as off until he arrived inside.

The plane ride notwithstanding, he drove straight from the Air Port to the hospital, speeding the whole way. Claire had said ten minutes apart, but labor was labor. He started for the doors, not noticing the lack of people in the downstairs lobby until a bloody handprint on the receptionist's desk stopped him. It was square in the middle like some freaky out of place Halloween decoration.

Jake stared at it, trying to make sense of it in this setting. Things began to click in his mind. The lack of people...

He heard a strange gurgling sound and slowly edged over the counter to look at the floor behind the receptionist's desk.

Jake had never seen a zombie before. At least not in the brain or flesh-eating sense. He'd encountered the J'Avo on many occasions. But the scene he encountered now would give him nightmares for some time to come.

The receptionist's sightless eyes stared up towards the ceiling as the zombie creature tore into her stomach. It's fingers greedily reached in and pulled out the organs as if it was starving and at a banquet, stuffing the gore into its mouth and spraying blood everywhere.

Jake, nauseated beyond belief, slowly backed away reaching for a gun he didn't have. Damn it, stupid hospital regulations.

"Shit," He backed quietly to the elevator.

There was no one else on the first floor. He noticed even more blood spots as he went.

His phone suddenly rang.

Several heads shot up from around the room, heads he hadn't noticed before. Suddenly he was pressed against the elevator doors, his phone ringing as he desperately shoved his hand into his pocket to shut it off. His other hand slapped at the elevator buttons.

The zombies stood and advanced on him. Their steps were uneven, as if they'd had too much to drink. Some of them stumbled, and all of them were covered in blood. Jake shuddered and suddenly fell back into the elevator as the doors slid open, he hit the 7th floor button as the creatures came closer and the doors slid shut before the zombies could even get a finger in.

He picked up the phone and dialed Leon back.

"Jake," said Leon into the phone. "I found something...."

"It's going to have to wait," Jake snapped into the phone. "There's a fucking zombie apocalypse at the hospital, I haven't found Sherry or Claire yet. You might want to call the boy scouts in." He meant the BSAA. Leon could hear the worry in his voice.

"Shit," Leon said. "Be right there, I'll make some calls...how bad is it?"

"On a scale of 1 to 10? You're looking at a 20. Might be another Raccoon City," Jake whispered into the phone. "I've got to go find Sherry."

"Jake...wait!" But Jake had disconnected and was dialing Claire's number as the elevator suddenly pinged that he was on the 7th floor.

The door slid open.

Claire's phone started to ring as she opened the door. Looking down at the hallway she noticed there wasn't a soul down the hallway but her ring tone echoed ominously. She glanced down at her phone and brought it up to her ear. It was Jake.

"Claire!" He sounded relieved. "Is Sherry ok?"

"We're fine," Claire said. "Everyone Is missing I can't figure out where they've all gone."

There was a pause oh the phone. "Claire it's fucking zombie central down at the bottom floor."

"What?" Claire stopped to consider this. She listened down the hall corridor to the empty silence. It was just like Raccoon City all over again. But why? Why here? Why now?

"What's it like outside?"

"Normal day." Said Jake, "but we know that it won't last for long."

"Jake listen to me." Claire responded, "We have to bar the hospital and prevent anything from getting out. Do you understand?"

"I'm getting you and Sherry out." There was a tightness to his voice and Claire suddenly felt a pang of empathy for him.

"We're fine. Nothing is up here with us yet, where are you?"

"I'm out here on the 7th floor, outside the maternity doors. I was going to ask you to open the doors so I can get in...because you are definitely wrong about there not being anything up here."

"Damn." Claire stopped. He was already up here. There was not too much hope for keeping this contained then. She couldn't blame him. He was so close, he wasn't going back now.

"Jake," She tried again, "we have to make sure nothing escapes the hospital."

"Leon is on his way," Jake finally said after a moment of silence. "he'll bring back up and anything else we need. He's the hero not me, got it?" Again, the desperate tone in his voice. Claire knew he wasn't going to change his mind until he got to Sherry.

"Sherry is fine," Claire started as Sherry cried out in pain.

"What was that?" Jake asked, hearing the cry.

"She is in labor." Claire snapped. "No doctors here right now."

"She's going to attract anything that's left in that wing. Lock her in her room and open the door. I'm literally outside of it, trying not to attract too much attention but believe me, there are plenty of fucking zombies up here to attract."

"Ok," she said. "Stay alive out there. See you in five."

She disconnected, closed the door and went back to Sherry.

"They're getting closer," she gasped.

"Ok, Sherry, I'm going to go let Jake in the maternity ward."

"Let him in? He's here? Where's the doctor or nurses?"

Claire wasn't sure how to respond. "There's a problem..."

"He's here, somewhere in the building, isn't he?" The fear on her face was evident. They both knew who she meant. Albert Wesker, Jr. the clone they had run into, or if he had somehow gotten the original Albert Wesker to return from the grave. They had speculated but were not sure how this was going to be accomplished.

"There are infected in the hall."

Sherry froze. Raccoon City coming back to haunt her at the worst time ever.

"I'm going to let Jake in, he is outside the maternity ward, but I'm going to lock your door."

Sherry gasped suddenly as another wave of pain rushed over her.

"Push the bed by the door," She managed to growl out.

Claire nodded and moved the bed with Sherry gasping on it. "Engage the lock when I leave." Claire told her. "And...try not to give birth while till we get back?"

It was a joke, and Sherry managed a grin. She had learned the same dark sense of humor since having to deal with Umbrella, the BSAA, and being a DSO agent. It helped you cope.

Claire pushed open the door and left, and Sherry after a moment pushed herself up and turned the lock. Then she fell back against the pillows gritting her teeth as she prepared to ride out the next contraction alone.

"Did you, do it?" Claire said through the door and tried to turn the knob. It didn't open. Relieved, Claire looked down the hall. They were at the other end of the corridor. She had a gun and hoped it was enough.

It was 50 feet to the door, and she could see Jake through the opening. He looked relieved but kept glancing behind him. She glanced down the hall, her ears straining for a sound. When she heard nothing, she moved forward.

There were bloody hand prints on the floor. She shuddered but continued moving forward silently resisting the urge to just run to the door and open it. The silence was grating. If there were infected up here shouldn't there be some sort noise, at least you would hear where they were eating.

How did we not hear any of this?

Claire heard nothing as she moved towards the doors...until... There it was. A scrape of a chair being pushed out of the way and the dragging awkward steps. They were coming from the nurses' station. Claire peered around the corner to see a rather grisly scene.

The doctor was lying on his back on the floor and the nurses appeared to be having a bizarre ritual, pinning him to the floor as they surrounded him and tearing at his insides. His throat had been ripped out. Probably why we heard no screams, Claire thought. Another Nurse was staggering over to join them.

Oh God, thought Claire. She hoped that the other doors were locked, feeling slightly nauseated, she quietly moved past the station towards the door. She glanced back at the station making sure all the nurses were occupied and pushed the door open.

The door gave way with a click and Jake slid in closing the door behind him. This time the loud click did attract the attention of the infected nurses who all paused in their meal.

They rose as one and swung around to view the newcomers who'd interrupted them. Then with the staggering steps of those who's neurons were not necessarily firing correctly they slowly made their way around the counter with low growls and gurgling as they came in. Even the doctor's body started to twitch as the virus took over and attempted to reanimate it.

Claire glanced over at Jake and suddenly noticed he was already covered in blood in a few spots. "What happened to you?" She asked.

He looked over at her lifting an eyebrow. "There are zombies in the hospital and you're asking what happened?"

Claire shrugged. "We always called them infected. So, what happened?"

He was surprised at her casual tone and tried to match it, even as the cadre of evil dead nurses staggered towards them. "Had to fight my way off the elevator. They go down fast enough as long as you don't get cornered. Light shift today otherwise probably wouldn't have made it." He held up a broken, wooden, chair leg.

Suddenly he lunged forward and bashed the leg into the skull of the first nurse to reach them. She dropped to the floor in a heap, the next one falling over her body. Jake put a heavy boot into that one's head as hard as he could, crushing it down immediately with a crunch that made Claire behind him feel suddenly nauseous. Hours ago, these women were taking Sherry's vitals and joking with them about the baby that was about to be born.

No time for that now, she thought moving out from behind Jake. She had a knife and gun, but not wanting to attract more of the hospitals deadly inhabitants she followed his example and used the knife.

Jake towered over every infected in the room and he simply smashed through them, punching in the nose so forcefully that it knocked back into their skulls dropping them in heaps as he went. There were only the six out here with the doctor, who was moving now attempting to get off the floor.

Claire moved to him and sunk her knife into his eye socket as Jake dropped the last nurse stabbing her under the chin.

He shuddered in front of her and she realized he was not taking this scene as easily as she first thought. As he turned and glanced at her to make sure she was all right she noted that his face looked gray.

"Haven't seen everything just yet?"

"I don't know why they keep surprising me with something else," he muttered in reply. There were no other infected in the hall here.

"Let's get to Sherry and then we'll check on the others." Claire was moving forward.

"Others?"

"Well there were three other women here this weekend," Claire replied. They moved down the hallway and Jake knocked on the door belonging to Sherry.

He turned to Claire, "Why isn't she answering?"

"Give her a minute," said Claire, "she was maybe three minutes apart when I came out here."

Jake shot a panicked look at Claire. "Three minutes?"

They both heard Sherry cry out and Claire was suddenly glad that Jake had shown up. At this rate they would have had all the nurses in their room. The maternity ward doors would keep the rest of the hospital infected out. There was no getting in without a passcode of sorts.

"Just...a...sec...." Sherry gasped out. Outside the door Jake tensed. His fists clenched together.

"Come on Super Girl," he whispered the nickname like a prayer to the door, his eyes closed.

Then suddenly the lock clicked and he was pushing the door open before Claire had even moved.

"Sherry," Jake took her in his arms before stepping back to take a look at her. Her face was red from the pain and there were tears in her eyes.

"Sorry," she got out. "I wasn't sure if you were coming back...I" She gasped again and Jake could swear he could see her belly tensing up. Claire was at her side in an instant.

"Breathe," she said soothingly.

"Breathe?" Sherry snapped at her. "Aaahh," She gritted her teeth against the pain. She wanted to get up and move around and lay down on her side, and die all at the same time. The pain was becoming unbearable, but she could also feel a burning sensation as the baby began to make her way down and out of the birth canal.

Jake stood and stared at Sherry for a moment completely lost. It took him a moment to realize that Claire was yelling at him.

"Jake!"

"What do I do?" He held up his hands. He could kill zombies, monsters, you name it. Here he was completely out of his league.

"Close and lock the door." Claire said. "Then grab one of those blue towels there. You are going to catch your daughter Mr. Muller."

"What? Now?" Jake locked the door and then grabbed a towel as Claire moved Sherry towards the edge of her bed.

"You sure you don't want to do this in the tub?" Claire was asking Sherry.

"There is no time." Sherry gasped and suddenly began to bear down.

"Slow down," Claire tried, only to have Sherry snap.

"Fuck you! Slow down? She's coming. Now!" She pushed harder halfway sitting up, uttering a few more swear words that surprised even Jake.

Jake was crouched at the end of the table between Sherry's legs. His fearful expression suddenly changed from panicked to awe. "She's coming," he called his voice reflecting his fear, spreading out the towel. "I can see her head."

"Keep pushing," Claire was trying to be encouraging. Sherry was squeezing her hands in a death grip.

Sherry pushed hard, with a scream, and suddenly the head was free, Jake caught little Anja Muller in a mess of blood and water, onto the blue towel. Slowly the rest of the baby girl came forward until the shoulders were free and then Jake bundled her into the towel. He swiftly brought her up into his arms and stared forgetting for a moment that he'd just killed six zombie nurses to get here. It wasn't until Anja started to cry that he realized the danger they were still in. He laid her on Sherry's chest. And the child has a set of lungs that would bring every zombie on the entire planet surging into this one room, Jake thought, feeling proud and afraid at the same time.

Sherry still surging from an adrenaline rush put her hands out and leaned back as Jake laid the baby in her arms. For the moment he just stared at them both, and then realized he was still covered in blood from the infected he'd battled just to get here.

Well shit, he thought, nothing like baptizing your newborn in the blood of your enemies on her first day. He ran to the sink and started scrubbing his hands and arms. The shirt he couldn't do much about right now.

He turned back to Sherry and Claire. "Shouldn't we cut the cord or something?"