Raccoon City was in chaos.

On top of a skyscraper, a woman was being chased by the undead. Their staggering grunts and moans not far behind her. Propelling her forward in an adrenaline fueled rush, they were coming after her, and she wasn't going to make it.

The zombies had latched onto her, biting and snarling at the flesh of her arm. Pushing them back, she screamed and wailed, finding the will to escape through the door she had been working on, and staggered out. Running as the waves of undead clawed after her.

Making it out to the edge of the building, there was no hope in sight for her. She had been bitten, and it was only a matter of time.

Yet people were still worth saving no matter what, or at least, that's what one man thought.

High above in the skies, a black helicopter bearing the Umbrella logo could be seen. Hovering low enough for the guy in charge, Carlos Olivera, saw it first.

"Civilian in trouble. Three o'clock. Take us down." Carlos barked out his order to the pilot, jerking his thumb in the direction of the civilian in need of some help.

"I can't. We have our orders."

Carlos turned back to the woman below, her screams and cries for help being the only thing he was focused on.

"They're gonna kill her. Take us down now!"

"She's a civilian." The pilot argued. "We have orders."

The woman was right on the edge, the zombies closing in around her on all sides, and there was no escape.

"Fuck orders!" Carlos turned his teammate and gestured for him. "Nicholai, tie me off." His teammate did as he said and before anyone could protest, he jumped off.

The rope fastened to his behind held him steady as he repelled in a fast motion. Acting quickly, he immediately pulled out his twin pistols and began opening fire. Eliminating the zombies around the civilian, quickly scoring them with headshots as he descended.

Right when he was about to go splat on the roof, Nicholai readied his other buddy, and the two of them quickly pulled back the rope, and fastened it to the lower hinge of the helo, causing the helicopter to shake and tug almost out of control as the pilot steadied.

"Take us down! Down, now!"

On the roof, Carlos took out the remaining zombies as his boots touched the ground safely. Approaching the woman, he took out the last zombie with a high kick to its face, knocking it down with enough force, before killing it with one last pistol round.

Behind him the helicopter began landing as he approached the woman with his hands up.

"Hey. Hey, you okay?" He faintly heard the helicopter taking off, and his two incoming teammates behind him rushing to his head, as he watched the woman retreat closer to the edge. "Step away from the edge. Come over to me. Everything's gonna be okay."

"No, it's not." The woman cried, "I've seen what happens to you once you've been bitten."

Carlos took a look at the bite on her arm, before replying, "We can help you."

She shook her head, and turned to the edge. "There's no going back."

"No!"

The three Umbrella Operatives rushed to the edge, but they were too late. The body of the woman was visible from the roof, as her body splattered against the concrete below, and ended her life.

They shared one last look at the body, before turning at each other and taking off.

All of them were thinking the same thing.

Chaos.

It was happening all over the city, and even at the exits.

At the outer limits of the city, where the giant construction of walls coloured steel and black stood imposing. Where the countless number of cars and civilians alike were gathered, hopping to get out of the city.

But they couldn't allow any infected outside of Raccoon City.

Suddenly, a man in the ground collapsed to the ground and began spazzing, foaming at the mouth as the people around them began to panic.

Above the walls stood the familiar man in charge, Major Cain, his hand up against his ear piece as the order came in. He quickly turned to the officer at his left, the one in charge of the soldiers at the last gate leading out of Raccoon city.

"Close them."

"...Sir?"

"Seal the gates." Cain ordered as the crowd outside the gate began to grow restless and panic.

"Our men are still out there--"

"Just do it." The major said more forcibly this time as the crowding outside the gate got worse and worse.

The gate began to close as the last vehicle filled with people proceed past. The heavy steel sealed in the entire population of Raccoon city, and the zombies.

"What the fuck!"

"They're closing the gates!"

Major Cain picked up a microphone from the guard next to him and announced to the people of the city, "All appropriate measures are being taken. The situation is under control. Please return to your homes."

"You won't get away with this!"

The mob of people began to charge the barricades, trying to desperately escape the city and the company that had trapped them in.

"Let us out!"

Bang!

The crowd ducked and stopped their attack, the gunshot piercing the up into the night sky, courtesy of Major Cain.

"You have five seconds to turn around... and return to the city" Cain turned to the officer, "Do it." And took off, leaving the catwalk and safely moving beyond the fine comforts of the wall, and to one certain doctor, as he faintly heard the officer instruct the soldiers to fire live ammunition to the count of five.

Taking his time down the stairs, Cain returned to his earpiece, "Squads three to seven are on full retreat." Stopping momentarily, he shook his head. "No, sir. Suppression measures have failed. We can't contain it. The infection is spreading faster than anyone anticipated. "

He reached the bottom of the stairs, and soon found one he wasn't expecting, approaching him by the use of his wheelchair. "Ah, Dr. Ashford. Shouldn't you be on the chopper?"

"I'm not going." Dr. Ashford argued, more concerned for his daughter than himself.

"I was instructed to get you and the other scientists out of the hot zone. You're too important to Umbrella to be at risk."

Ashford narrowed his eyes, "I'm not leaving without my daughter."

Cain pursed his lips, before lowering and placing his hands atop of the good doctor's wheelchair, "I'm sorry, truly. But the city is sealed. She may have survived the crash, but we couldn't find her anywhere. Even if she were still alive, I couldn't get her out. The risk of infection is too great. You must understand."

"You do what you have to do." Dr. Ashford retorted. "I'm staying."

Cain only gave him a smile that was truly false, and instructed the soldier nearest to him to remove the good doctor.

But fortunately, Dr. Ashford wasn't leaving without his daughter, and luckily for the both of them, he had an idea on getting her back.

Directed into the black coloured netting and area of one of the Umbrella tents, he located the computer in the corner, and when the soldier left him to his own devices, he got to work.

Luckily for him, he had just the one person in mind to help him.

Or rather, the two people inside the city.

Alice and Y/N.

—

"Fucking Hell."

It was a nightmare. A big fucking nightmare.

From the undead hordes that roamed the streets, the endless gunfire that shredded through the cold, night air, or the hollowed buildings that stood out like a sore thumb.

But inside all of that wave of destruction and misery was the one of two people who could very well stand up to the darkness that pitted them against the void of death.

And that was Y/N.

"Fuck me."

Y/N murmured, as his blue eyes settled in on the array of firepower that was stocked inside Howe's gun store. He placed his open palm up against the glass of the window, carefully as if afraid he was going to break it.

Pulling back from the window, Y/N gazed back up at the bright neon sign that glowed back at him, watching it silently before focusing on the front entrance. Looking down at his hands, and then up to the glass pane of the doors, and decided it then and there.

Smash!

Y/N grunted at the pain that throbbed through his right hand. He shook it off before unlocking the door from inside and then pulling back through the shattered glass hole of the door. Opening the door, Y/N finally stepped inside. Minding the broken glass as he massaged his hand.

Reaching what he assumed was the front desk, Y/N ran his palm against the sleek design. As he looked around for anyone in sight. But there was no one, the store was completely empty, and he had a hunch why.

Turning a sharp left, he went to step forward but suddenly collapsed, the feeling in his legs dropping suddenly as he felt like a drum was pounding against his head yet again.

"Damn it." He groaned, clutching his head tightly with his right, and balancing himself with the desk with his left.

His legs were like jelly, his head cracking like an egg. He felt like shit.

"What the fuck did they do to me." Y/N murmured as his face twisted up in a grimace.

The pain in his legs was spreading, and soon enough he felt it in his arms. Gasping at the pain, he looked down and brought his arms to bare. It was soon enough that he noticed what it was. It hadn't been the iv fluids or the lines connecting him back in that coffin.

But needle marks.

Inspecting his arms, he noticed the similar five pinpoint injection marks displayed in the skin. Five puncture wounds, meaning only one thing.

Take them to the Raccoon City facility.

"Argh!" Y/N groaned, the headaches were coming in faster and he could hear the voices, all around him. Some visual flashbacks, as his eyes began to dilate, and his limbs fixate as if they were being broken.

I want them both quarantined. Close observation.

He let go of the desk and collapsed to the floor, clutching his head tightly as the pain worsened. It felt like someone was taking a sledgehammer to his bones. He screamed out at the pain that ruptured his body.

Prepare him for exposure.

The T-virus... He could see the vials as if they were right in front of him. People in lab coats, poking and prodding at him as if he were a lab rat.

Up the dosage.

'That voice, that fucking voice.'

Dr. Issac. The head freak. Paddling around like it was Christmas.

Just do it.

It was getting out of control, his head was about to explode, and the pain in his limbs felt like they were on fire. Scolding heat melting him to the bone, flesh and all.

The screaming was off the chart, leveling out so much that he could barely hear himself think. The thudding in his head pounding away as the voices got higher and the phantom pain of the injections became too unstable.

Until it all suddenly stopped.

The pain disappeared, he felt it almost whisked away. His headache lessened as he could finally hear his own thoughts. And the voices vanished, as the final sentence was uttered.

Order came in. Separate the subjects, they're moving Program Y/N to Site Bravo ASAP.

Moving hesitantly, Y/N looked up from his fidel position on the ground, and got up. His gaze disgruntled as he tried to steady his balance. Panting hard, the breathing in the musty air of the city, he felt his head spin, and not because of the previous attack.

"Son of a bitch..."

He took another look at his arms, he spied the puncture marks, and he was willing to bet there was more on his other limbs. He reached out and placed his palm back on the desk, trying to calm his beating heart as he regained his moments.

"I'm gonna kill 'em all."

There was something different, he didn't know what it was, but he felt something in him. Something had changed, turning his hands over, he flexed them, balling them into fists, before releasing.

Turning his gaze to the other side of the room, he felt all of the pain and dizziness disappear, as his eyes landed on the weapons and arsenal that racked against the walls and glass cases.

Sure enough, he released a breath of relief, before a smirk found its way to his lips, one of danger, and fire,

"This will work."

Fifteen minutes later, Y/N had everything he needed.

He was decked out in a vivid outfit. A black trench coat covering him up, obscuring the white t-shirt, and dark high boots that led up to his lower knees.

Placing down a duffle bag on the main counter of the store, Y/N began to fill it up with ammunition he had gathered up. Storing in boxes and magazines of his required ammo and then some, before zipping it up and placing some inside his pockets for immediate need.

Slinging it over his shoulder, Y/N turned back around to face the array of weapons along the walls and finally decided on his weapons of choice.

He walked up to the first case and smashed it open, revealing a steel gripped, gas-operated, 7 round, Desert Eagle. Along with a side holster for use, chuckling, he strapped the holster to his thigh and picked up the high powered pistol.

"50 calibre bullets..." Y/N mussed, sliding a mag into the pistol and cocking it back, revealing the chamber, before releasing, "High rate of damage, slower rate of fire. Not to mention the recoil."

Shaking his head, he lowered it and placed it rightfully in its holster. Feeling the weight of the pistol brought some relief to him, at least now he didn't feel naked, or literally, anymore.

Moving on, he walked over to the last case and pulled down a shotgun. A Remington 870 pump-action shotgun to be exact, fitted with an 8 shot capacity.

Reaching down into his front pocket, Y/N pulled out a fresh shell and loaded it into the gun, before racking it back. Smiling, he admired the craft, the sleek cold dark brown and steel black that felt even light in his hands.

Fully equipped and ready, Y/N snatched a strap for the shotgun and wrapped it around himself, and secured it to his back. With his duffle bag in hand, he took another look around the abandoned store before turning to the entrance and exiting out.

Completely unaware of what he was yet to face.

But Y/N was ready for anything...

—

Sprawled out inside a pawn shop on the other side of the city, was Alice, and she wasn't looking too hot. Clad in a pale orange tank top and black cargo pants, as the bead of sweat ran down her forehead. The same wave of pain that flashed through Y/N was pulsing through her very veins.

Well, minus the breaking limbs.

But her head was on fire.

The familiar flashbacks were hitting her hard.

Dr. Isaac, the T-virus. The same shit they had put in both of them.

Pulling back, she grimaced when the pain stopped, the headache still lingered but she could finally hear herself. Yet as she looked around the room, it began to clear up, it wasn't so dark as the night sky supplemented. She felt different, something began to gnarl at her from the inside, and she knew what it was.

The T-virus.

Pushing herself up, she turned to her right, and immediately spotted the array of weapons laid out across the counter, and finally willed herself to her feet, and began her preparations.

—

After having shot the camera down that had been watching him, Y/N had moved onwards. He couldn't explain it, the feeling. But he had seen it, no, he felt it watching him. Someone recording him through the camera. It was like an instinct, something he just knew.

But it wasn't human, he wasn't human.

Stopping under a street lamp, he heard it first, and turned faster than he had ever moved before, and shot the incoming zombie in the head with his pistol.

Especially not his reflexes.

He was already moving before the body hit the ground.

Reflexes, hearing, eyesight.

There was something that was improving every aspect of his human conditioning, and he wasn't sure if he was down for it.

He didn't feel like he did before. Not before the Hive, not before he had last seen Alice and Matt—

'Matt...'

Fuck, there was nothing he could do for Matt, but Alice.

He had to find her.

Ring ring!

Pulling himself to a stop, Y/N immediately identified the noise. It was a payphone ahead of him. A good twenty meters. His new hearing was something he wasn't used to, especially the gunshots that he could hear out into the city.

Taking a steady stride, he walked until he was directly before the payphone. Giving it a once over, he debated the thought of answering a pay phone in the middle of an empty street, before shoving it down.

Picking up the phone, he placed the receiver to his ear and answered, his voice coming out crisp and clear, "Hello?"

He was expecting some sort of voicemail or playback loop, but what he heard wasn't the digital tone of a computerized system, but the aging voice of an older man.

"Hello, Captain. My name is Dr. Ashford... And I need your help."

A/N: I apologise for the lack of action in this chapter. This one is setting up for the next one. So expect some good old zombie and Umbrella killing next chapter.