TITLE: I Survived

RATING: T

SUMMARY: I survived. They didn't. What else was there? I've been emotionally unattached for years. Why start now, in the middle of a zombie apocalypse? I wasn't about to start, not now. But even I need comfort, even I cry.

AUTHORESS'S NOTE: Alrighty, I'm actually writing the second and further chapters on… MS Word. For one thing it will look better, and for another thing I can keep track of how many words I write and how many pages I write too. My average is about twelve to thirteen, and four-thousand words I believe… Anyway, here's the second chapter to this story. Soon we will meet up with the character from the prologue fanfiction, and you will get to see what happens afterwards. Well, for a bit. Are you all ready…? Enter the Survival Horror.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Resi Evil!

K.L.K- another interesting thing about MS Word is that I can put little short authoresses' things right here! Neat huh?

Jill- Just fan-fucking-tastic.

K.L.K- (rolls her eyes) Oh, come now Jill! You won't die in this, so what's the matter?

Jill-… You have a point… But where's Carlos?

K.L.K- (eyes widen and she sputters curses)

Jill-… In other words you've forgotten about him.

K.L.K- In other words yes. Oh shit… But isn't it true that Jill would have left her apartment, then arrived at the police station a day later?

Jill-… I believe I did…

K.L.K- Then all hope might not be lost! (Is optimistic) Let me go watch a RE 3 walkthrough… I'll be back! (imitates Terminator then leaves for a few hours) Umm… Okay, the first cutscene within the game makes me want to imitate the zombies chanting "raaape…rape…raaape!"

Jill- Argh… You're never gonna let me live that one down, are ya?

K.L.K- (simply) Nope! And I find it to be a little space to work with but hey, what the hell right? Since she's in the Police Station right now, let's skip to that part in her game. Oh, I've goofed but perhaps the only goofing was me thinking I'd goofed.

Claire- You know you make absolutely less sense than a platypus' spelling, right?

K.L.K- Yes. Yes I do. Anyway, enjoy!

Kit looked through the throngs of blood-spattered zombies and nearly growled in her frustration. There were too many to really get through them unscathed without using a grenade… So she quickly pulled the pin on an incendiary one, tossed it, and backed up as far as she could against the wall of wreckage, trying not to get too close to it.

BOOM! The zombies were either mostly decimated, half-zombies, or aflame and burning like matchsticks on the ground. Easily dodged. She sucked in a breath of the slightly cool air she could, and ran through the remains of what used to be about ten zombies, dodging one ankle biter that tried to, well, bite her ankle.

She set her eyes on the gate and raced towards it, a bead of sweat slipping down her neck. There was still fire on the ground, the air was still hot from the explosion, and the one flaming zombie wasn't helping matters much, she rationalized. Soon she was finally at the gate, had opened it, and had slammed it shut with a loud CLANG!.

She took several steps forward until a loud clanging noise made her jump, and she spun around. Five zombies were clawing at the gate, unable to open it either due to stupidity or lack of motor skills, she didn't know. She didn't care. She just threw another grenade over the high gate and walked silently away before the explosive egg-shaped weapon destroyed the undead.

There were more here. "Shit." She quickly got out her Angel 6.0 and ran past them, shooting them, as there was plenty of room to maneuver. After she'd killed all the ones necessary, she walked towards the Police Station doors, kicking the body of a former S.T.A.R.S member away. He'd gotten infected as well, huh? Her face almost fell- but she had no expression. It had nothing to fall to.

A Licker and a Cerberus- a dog-from-hell as it were- jumped out of the darkness. Let's just say they were no match for her Angel 6.0 and her quick trigger finger.

She heaved a sigh, then opened the doors, knowing full well she was a bloody freaking mess.

She stopped right after she'd shut the doors firmly behind her, and turned to a woman who looked to be about her age standing behind the fountain with a handgun in her grasp, a few others surrounding her. "Have you been bitten?"

Kit shook her head. "No. I'm a survivor too."

The chocolate-haired woman's face lit up like a million suns and the person beside her gave a smile too. "That's great!" She then paused. "Hey… Tell us about yourself."

"Alright." Kit walked around the large fountain and had a seat on the cold stone flooring. "My name is Kit Usui. I had to shoot my father, sister, and brother because they had transformed into those creatures. I made my way through the streets alone since this started." Her voice was blank.

The woman with light green eyes looked down at the floor, then back up to her. "How'd you survive all that? I stuck to the rooftops and fire-escapes, to be honest it was easier."

"Well, I assume you've heard of S.T.A.R.S?" They all nodded. "I've been training myself since I was nine, preparing myself for the day when I could join. But I don't think that might be possible any longer…"

Jill shook her head. "It isn't. S.T.A.R.S. disbanded two months ago, most of our operatives were killed."

The woman was silent. Then she spoke quietly. "Ah. I see." She closed her eyes and gave a sigh. "No matter. My training helped me to survive."

Jill gave a nod. "Anyway, I'm Jill Valentine."

The green-eyed woman gave a little wave. "I'm Ellie Yewdon."

Who seemingly was the last R.P.D in this place smiled. "I'm Leon S. Kennedy."

The one wearing pink and black looked her over, and then gave a friendly smile. "I'm Claire Redfield."

"You all know my name, so I see no point in saying it again," Kit shrugged. "Anywho, has anyone tried to go anywhere in this place?"

Jill was silent, then opened her mouth. "I've been here for awhile, to be honest."

"I must inform you of something though. The President is going to activate the contingency plan…Soon." The woman ran a hand through her short bangs, making the wisps separate farther.

"How long?" the Redfield asked softly.

"…A week."

That answer caused a chorus of "What?!" and "A Week?!".

"A week? Are they fucking nuts? That's a long time!" Leon grumbled.

"Listen, listen, all of you would you listen!" Ellie shouted over the din they made, and they quieted. "Thank you," She calmed. "Miss Usui here informed us of this, and I'm glad she has. That's a week to get out of here, a much larger window then I expected. So why can't we just try to not make noise? We don't know if there's zombies in this place or not."

Everyone agreed.

"Well…What supplies do you have, Kit?" Jill asked, and the Usui proceeded to open her attaché case, counting all that she had.

"Hmm… My Angel 6.0, Colt Python magnum, magnum bullets, Angel 6.0 ammo, a Semi-automatic silencer handgun, its ammo, a few knives, a pistol and it's ammo, her water and food in a pouch overtop the large attaché case, first aid sprays and herbs, along with a roll of bandages and pills. And a bottle of headache medicine, pain killer, and nourishment pills." She looked again. "Oh! And a incendiary grenade plus a few regular grenades."

Jill looked at her, wide-eyed. "Damn, Kit! You could supply an army!"

The sixteen-year old shrugged. "Meh. I would rather be able to supply an… 'Army', as you have put it, then be stuck in this hellish city without any good firepower."

The Valentine woman nodded, giving a chuckle. "Hey, how old are you, anyway?"

"Sixteen." She replied tonelessly.

"…Sixteen? Holy fuck really?" Claire gaped. "I'm nineteen! Wow."

"I just act beyond my years." The Usui woman replied. "How old are all of you?"

"I'm twenty-three." Jill shrugged.

"I'm twenty." The R.P.D-uniform wearing youth answered.

"I'm nineteen." The Redfield smiled.

"Sixteen-and-a-half." Ellie yawned; a rest on a cold stone floor was as good as any mattress to them now, but that didn't mean you got the best sleep from it. At that everyone turned to her in surprise. "…What?"

"So…" Leon started off slowly. "You were working in an office job, and for Chief Irons… At the age of sixteen?"

"Yeah. I've been working since I was fifteen, actually, filing away papers. Chief Irons knew I needed another source of income, and since he was friends with my guardians- my grandparents- he arranged for me to get a job at the Blueprints Department. Thank goodness he did, because if he hadn't I might not have had the knowledge to get here alive." She stretched her arms over her head, talking about it as if this was idle chatter. "It's no problem. I was just good with algebra and multitasking."

"You like Algebra?" The nineteen-year old Redfield asked in disbelief.

"HELL no." She laughed. "I said I was good at it; I hated it, to be honest, but it came easily to me. The only reason I got out of school was because I was home-schooled. Even during the summer, and I finished way ahead."

Kit raised an eyebrow. "That's much different from my story. I just skipped a lot of grades." She shrugged. "Got out early on my own time a few years ago."

"Lucky," Ellie stuck her tongue out at the other teen, whom of which just looked back with a blank expression. Not a vacant one… Just a blank one. The Yewdon's face fell into a confused one. "Hey… What's up with you? You're kinda… unemotional."

Kit gave a sigh. "This isn't the time nor place for emotions, even basic humanic ones. I have seen people ripped to shreds out there, giggling in their insanity as their flesh was consumed by monsters. Besides, I've never been emotional, not in the least. Life's easier for me that way…"

"But haven't you ever felt happiness? Love?" The girl asked quietly.

"…No. I haven't. Never been kissed, never really had a friend. I try to keep myself aloof… It eases the pain of a lonely life. If I were to get a taste of that other one… I wouldn't be able to live like this. Plain and simple."

Ellie looked to the ground. "That… Makes sense." She nodded. "But you can't tell me you've never felt emotion! That's absurd."

"You're correct." She responded calmly. "I do feel emotion. I, however, choose to dull it and thus forget it. It's the only way to make my life easier and dull the pain."

Claire swallowed. "But… That's an empty existence, right…?"

"No. Well… Sometimes. It depends on if I cannot keep myself busy or not; which I usually try to."

Jill stood up suddenly. "I gotta go through the halls and thin the herd out for you guys." She smiled. "I'll be fine; I just gotta get to a certain room." She then loaded and checked her handgun before running off.

Ellie's hand stretched out for her, but barely missed her skirt's hem, and could do nothing but watch as she headed off into a door. "…Jill…"

Claire looked after her, then put a hand on Ellie's shoulder as the Yewdon dropped her hand. "It's alright… She's strong." She spoke softly.

Kit looked at the scene puzzlingly. She had often tried to understand human emotion- but failed every time. Why not tell Ellie that the Valentine had a tiny sliver of a chance for survival? The cold hard truth was blaring out at them all yet they placed faith in the former S.T.A.R.S operative that she would make it out unscathed. She shook her head. "I don't understand human emotion, not in the least." She murmured.

"Kit, did you say something?" Leon asked absently.

"No. Nothing." Kit lied well… well, well enough to fool the rookie R.P.D, and Claire. Ellie however wasn't fooled. She'd heard a slight noise, the distinct sound of Kit's voice seemed to be a good fit for it.

She shrugged it off though. "Anyway, you have nice eyes." She complimented, and Claire chuckled.

"Jeeze, Ellie! First you tell me and Jill we're attractive, then you compliment another girl for her eyes! Flirty much?" Her blue eyes twinkled and Ellie gave a shrug with a wolfish grin.

"Meh, I know I have next to no chance with either you or Jill- besides, you're a bit too old for me." She stuck out her tongue.

"Why I never!" Claire jokingly huffed, before the two burst out laughing.

"You are interested in females?" The silvery-eyed woman asked.

"Yeah." Ellie nodded.

"Huh. Interesting. Good choice; can't get pregnant that way." Leon choked on his water at that. "And Mister Kennedy, you're wasting water simply by being shocked."

Claire shrugged sheepishly at him. "She's right you know."

Kit shrugged. "Just a tad of common sense undiluted by stereotypes, I suppose. And Miss Yewdon—"

"It's Ellie." The other woman interrupted.

"…Ellie." The Usui conceded with a sigh. "I don't believe you are sixteen. Truly, you look at least a year older."

"So do you, and you act it too." She retorted, sticking her tongue out a bit while winking. "You look at least seventeen to me."

Kit nodded. "Fair point."

They heard muffled gunshots, presumably from Jill's Berretta, and their eyes gravitated to the door. Jill finally emerged, no worse for the wear than a smudge of zombie blood on her white jacket she'd tied on her waist.

"I'm back," She smiled cheerfully.

"How the fuck…?" Ellie murmured.

"I know this place like the back of my hand; I used to work here ya know." She winked, then looked down at the ground. "I…I gotta go outside the police station. This thing is chasing me, and I don't want to trouble you with it… Plus I got a call from some people that need my help. Are you guys gonna stay here?"

Everyone else nodded.

Kit shuddered. "No way in hell I'm going back out there." She spoke gruffly.

Ellie threw up her hands. "I barely made it on the fire escapes, I'd be done for on the streets." She confessed unblinkingly.

"I'm staying here, and Leon's staying too." Claire spoke warmly, and Leon nodded.

"Alright. Well, don't come after me no matter what." She gave a smile, and right before she left she stopped. "Hey, Ellie, Kit, there were a few envelopes in the hand of a mailman's corpse. They look like they're important." She threw them the letters and she exited.

Ellie glanced to Kit, interested light springy green meeting cold steely orbs. She opened hers first.

Memo to Miss Ellie Yewdon:

Miss Yewdon. I am apologetic as I write this, all because of my stupid mistake eighteen years prior to this date, you have been lied to for just about your whole life.

In the department that handles people's permanent files that contain all their information and such, I was confronted with your grandparents. They are known to be cruel people, and I was nervous.

I worked the night shift, and I was the only one there, so if your Grandfather had decided to shoot me with his handgun right then and there, I might not have been found until the next day.

Anyway, he threatened me, my wife, and my two children. He said he would kill them if I didn't change your file. So, I did. And I've regretted it ever since.

Your Grandfather was a bit disillusioned, I know, so I later assumed the medication he took had caused extreme paranoia, and he wanted me to change your file to prevent something-or-the-other.

But what I regret is that I changed your birth-date. You were born on march fourteenth, yes, but two years before you thought you had. You suffered from memory loss because of their abuse back then, I noticed that when I read your file.

You were born officially March fourteenth, 1982. When the strange Cannibal disease began to run rampant throughout the city, and we were not permitted to leave, I finally resolved my regret by changing your file back to it's appropriate date.

I apologize so much for what my incompetence has done…

-Martin Recklin, Files Department

Ellie's hands shook with the shock. So she'd been lied to all these years? Her grandparents had caused her woe this far into her life, years after they'd been shipped off to die in a place where they had no power?

…And Martin had been the one that had gotten the shorter end of the stick in the deal, she knew. Martin was a good, middle-aged man she had known all her life. He was very cheery, but incredibly nervous and jittery, especially on her birthday and around her grandparents. She'd even been coworkers with him at one point.

But this means that she was legally an adult. This was… A lot to swallow, she had to admit. At Claire and Leon's worried looks, she handed the letter to them listlessly, then sat down on the edge of the fountain and let her hair overshadow her face as she rubbed her temples, trying to think through what had been messed up because this.

Kit looked almost curiously at the other young survivor, but shook her head slightly and tore the envelope open effortlessly, then unfolded the letter within, taking a breath before opening it up. This was obviously important.

Memo to Miss Kit Usui:

Miss Usui, as you read this letter, know I am already long dead and probably joining the legions of undead prowling the streets outside. I have sent this memo to inform you of a thing your father has done, not in spite or for selfishness, but to protect you.

First off, let me recount that day for you, so you can better understand. Your father and I were great friends, and I worked in the Hospital. He came to me one day, not long after your fourth birthday, and he asked me to change your file.

Normally, I would have said no. But he had a good reason. Back then, you adored the S.T.A.R.S, and the only way he could placate you to not run off and try to join them right then and there was telling you that you had to be eighteen, that you had to train hard for years and years to be cleared for that job. In fact, you only have to be sixteen and have exclusive permission from your adult guardian.

But that wasn't all. You were unnaturally small for your age, your stature being almost a foot shorter than you should have been. He tried to pass it off as a simple thing to do with your mother's genetics, but I think he believed you had grown smaller and would stay smaller your whole life.

To possibly escape ridicule, he asked me to change your birth year's number to two years into the future. You easily passed off as a three-year old, maybe even a well-formed two year old. Your speech and intelligence far surpassed that age, though. So I agreed.

I wish you had been told of this on your actual fifteenth birthday, but when I saw you that year I just couldn't do it. You were so cold… So aloof I was terrified of you. You had been training yourself for four long years, and even before then I had seen you from afar, seeing you struggle with social interactions and emotions was heartbreaking.

I knew this would cause great upheaval in your mind, and most probably your emotions, so I steeled myself to keep you thinking you were two years younger than you actually were.

When the incidents started happening, I feared I may never get the chance to ask your forgiveness for this grievous act I have committed against your chance to be a S.T.A.R.S member. And for that… I am sorry.

I changed your file back, to try to repent my mistake. I fear I am infected as I write this… so itchy… so hungry…

I know I am infected now. I accidentally ate a lump of flesh off my arm that fell off while I was dressing. It was tasty... I'm so itchy...hungry... I fear that I may begin to believe my daughter's flesh is tasty. I regret that these are my last words.

You were born September first, 1982.

-Colin Winch

Kit stared at the paper, shock crossing onto her features. Her eyes turned stormy as her mouth curved downward, finally breaking it's existence of being 'There'. "It's just like my father to have done this." She growled lowly, and she thrust the papers to Claire, who was warily looking at the clearly pissed off Usui.

The silvery eyed woman sat down next to the Yewdon, who's shoulders were shaking. She glared bitterly at the ground. Not only had her father held her back from her dreams, but she'd been lied to all her life.

She had always tried to keep a hold of herself, especially in these situations, and tried to cool her anger to work through later- but she felt the hot rage boil through her veins, and it felt so damn good.

Her reins on her anger were dissipating like they'd been dipped in sulfuric acid, and for once she couldn't care less what she was feeling, she just felt. All the people who had lied to her… Father. Elana. Arthur. Probably even Dr. Marcus knew.

Her hands fisted so tight the knuckles turned white and her nails burrowed into her skin. Her shoulders were tensed and her face was tilted down, eyes spelling acidic anger and hate onto the stone floor which Claire and Leon could have sworn would have burst into flame.

Her concentration and thoughts were broken, however, when she felt someone brokenly sob beside her. Usually, she would get up and move away, uncomfortable around crying people since she had no idea how to comfort them, what it felt like to cry.

"I-I… They've…" She could make out those words, then it was unintelligible even to her sharp ears.

"…Ellie?" She asked softly, her voice curious and as gentle as she could try to make it. She almost jumped at her voice, she was so used to it being cold and indifferent. But now that that memo had shocked her system and crumbled her stone wall around her emotions, she decided to try and learn about it more, letting the feelings course through her instead of dulling them.

Claire looked at her sadly. "Ellie's had almost the same thing happen to her as you've had happen. You're both legally adults…"

Kit's eyes actually widened a fraction, before she looked to the Yewdon. She looked at her with a pained face, and then uncertainly rested her arm around the Yewdon's shaking shoulders. "It…It's alright…"

She nearly cursed and fell over when the chocolate-brown haired woman fell against her side, burying her face into her shoulder and clutching at her shirts with her hands. "N-n-no, It's n-n-not!" She sobbed, and Kit's eyes softened and turned sadder, as she shifted so the woman clutching to her would be a little more comfortable, and also so they wouldn't fall into the fountain.

"…" She was silent, then she seemed to gain the strength to speak. "You're right."

Ellie's face peered out at her from the mussed bangs, tears running streaks down her face. "Y-y-you think so?" She hiccupped, and Kit attempted a smile that she wasn't sure was soothing or not, but Ellie could tell she was trying.

"Of course! It's unfair and rather ignorant that this should have happened to us, of all people," she then saw Ellie's hurt and insecurely scared eyes warm a bit. "Besides, this means once we get out of here that we can live and start anew."

Ellie sniffed, then she slowly leaned off the Usui auburn-haired woman. "Y-you're right…" She then smiled shakily. "I don't even know why I'm crying. Maybe it's because I'm angry, maybe it's because I'm thinking of all I lost…"

Kit gave the best smile she could try to muster. "It's alright to cry when this kind of shit happens to you. I… I don't know how to express emotion quite yet. Otherwise I would probably shed a few tears too."

Ellie looked at her in bewilderment and admiration for being that strong, when Claire's 'aww' snapped them out of their own little world of comforting and contentedness.

"Whoopsie." She blushed, embarrassed for having their attention drawn to her. "Umm… Sorry, Ellie, Kit."

"It's okay." Ellie waved it off. "…Thank you Kit."

"It's no problem, really." Her stomach then picked the perfect time to gurgle, complaining that she hadn't eaten in awhile. She stared down at it in contempt. "You know when's the worst moments to make noise, don't you?" She asked it, and the only response was another loud gurgle.

Claire burst out laughing after looking at Leon for a little bit, and Ellie just fished around in her bag and handed her some food. "Here… You sound hungry."

Kit accepted the sustenance gratefully, trying to offer a smile to the Yewdon before she started to eat the portion of nutrition. After a bite or two, she paused and swallowed. "Hey, do I look…weird with a smile?" She asked absently, licking her teeth, trying to get as much food down her gullet as she could.

"Nah." Ellie then gave a wolfish grin and winked. "I think you look cute with a smile."

Claire chuckled and rolled her eyes, Leon elbowed her in the ribs jokingly, and Kit tilted her head then gave a small smile. "Thanks, I've never smiled before, I don't think."

She then resumed eating, trying to placate her loud stomach.

K.L.K- How was it?

Ellie-… I cried. And the screen's gone! Yesh! (dances around)

Kit- (stares at her)… If I'm correct… I know exactly where this is headed, right?

Ellie- (pauses) Huh?

Kit- N…Nothing! (tries a bright smile but fails somewhat)

Ellie-… Okay! (resumes happy dance)

K.L.K- And if I know the character I created, you're probably right. Anyway, Jill's on her way to meet Carlos Olivera, and Mikhail and the rest of the Umbrella-hired Mercenaries.

Ellie- that's why she left, huh? (finished happy-dance halfway through previous statement)

K.L.K- Yeah… She might hop back in a time or two into the disclaimers, but I also used her leaving as a way to put a little plot-twist into it. I recognized that they looked older than sixteen, and not to mention they wouldn't me permitted to live by themselves or be in a relationship like that if one was older and one younger, so that's why I slid that little thing in.

Kit- Oh. Perfectly understandable.

K.L.K- Thank you. Anywho, how were the memos? Were they older-Resident Evil-ish? Just wanna know. Also, are their emotions right? Especially Kit. She's had a major upheaval, remember, so that just might have shocked her from her old ways.

Claire- Ah I see.

Leon- Well…(hides hands in pockets) It's time to end the chapter, right?

K.L.K- (blinks then brightens) Right! Ah, I almost forgot it had to end… Anyway, please review for… A shot at Jeff the Lonely zombie! (Zombie trapped halfway across a shooting range-type room is revealed) Come on, it's a review for a fully loaded handgun to use on him! Come on, you know you wanna!