A/N: Seemed like a good idea at the time. That's all I have to say about this. It's something I've been working on since, mm, I'd have to say 2012? I can't remember. Sorry if it sucks xD. I wanted to branch out into a new fandom. Warning for violence and language.

Disclaimer: The 'Resident Evil' franchise is owned by Capcom. I only own my OC's and make no profit from this.

"Ashley are you ready?"

"Just hold on Alma, jeez. I'm almost done," the younger woman whined, continuing to pack the rest of her belongings.

"We were supposed to be at the airport by now," Alma sighed, leaning on the doorway to their dorm. "You'll only be on holiday for two weeks. Surely you don't need your entire wardrobe?"

"I can't decide what I want to bring," Ashley replied, picking up a sweater and examining it for a moment before throwing it back in her closet. "What's the weather supposed to be like in Punta Cana?"

"If I had to guess I'd say warm," Alma swiftly ducked her head to avoid the stuffed bear Ashley had launched at it, catching it with ease.

"You don't have to be such a smartass, Alma-llama," Ashley muttered, giving her a sour look though Alma smiled at the usage of her nickname.

"You love me for it," Alma replied, setting the bear back on the bed before taking a seat at the desk beneath the window. "But really, I've already notified the other agents we're running behind schedule. Any longer and Morris will come looking for us."

"I hate Morris," Ashley frowned, looking at the t-shirt she was holding. "He's creepy."

"He's a decorated war hero Ashley," Alma snorted lightly in disbelief. "He's not 'creepy'."

"He's always staring at me."

"It's kind of his job sweetheart. He's supposed to keep an eye on you and if you don't want to see him then I suggest you hurry your perky little butt up," Alma stated, pulling on a long-sleeve button down shirt over her camisole. She left it untucked, draping it over the top of her jeans to conceal the 9mm Picador holstered on her right hip.

"Okay, okay. I'm done. I can always buy more clothes if I need them," Ashley announced, resting her hands on her hips with a sigh as though sorting through her wardrobe was the most arduous task she'd ever completed.

"Get your jacket on and I'll notify Morris we're leaving." Ashley held her hands up in mock-surrender before tying her sweater around her neck and letting it drape fashionably over her shoulders.

"You're the boss, Ally. I'm going to use the bathroom real quick."

"Okay. I'll take our stuff downstairs to the car."

"Mmkay."

"This is Agent Nguyen. Miss Graham and myself are en route to Logan International. We expect to arrive at approximately 2245 hours."

"10-4. We'll see you then."

"Copy." She flipped the cellphone closed, setting it in the center console before turning the radio back up a bit. She cast a sideways glance at her roommate who was busy texting away. Alma wasn't particularly fond of Ashley Graham when she was first assigned as the girl's personal bodyguard, thinking she was spoiled and ill mannered. In reality, Ashley Graham was like every other 20-something college student.

She just happened to be the President's Daughter.

"What are we listening to?" Alma glanced over at her passenger in confusion.

"Collective Soul."

"Who?"

"You don't know who Collective Soul is?" Alma sighed in exasperation.

"Nope. Sounds like something from my dad's generation," Ashley replied, picking at her nails before looking up at her. "I was just wondering. This song is catchy. What's it called?"

"It's called 'December' and it's one of my favorite songs."

"You listen to a lot of old music."

"I'm barely three years older than you," the agent grumbled, merging onto Highway 769. "And this came out, like, ten years ago, thank you very much."

"I'm not saying you're old. I'm just saying you have old tastes."

"Whatever."

"Don't be catty Alma. It's unattractive."

"I'm not being catty!" she sputtered in disbelief, glaring at her passenger.

"Yes you are."

"No I'm not!"

"And now you're raising your voice."

"Oh my god child, I swear-." Alma trailed off, seeing a pair of headlights suddenly appear in the rearview mirror. She furrowed her brow, reaching for her phone and placing it in her lap. There were a few reasons she had taken Highway 769, the most prevalent being that no one drove it at night. It wasn't nicknamed 'Slaughter Alley' by the locals for nothing, accounting for approximately 20-30 deaths annually.

With more hairpins than Helena Bonham Carter the road from above looked like some child had scribbled out a pattern across the mountain. It climbed about two kilometers high and the only defense you had from going over the side was a low concrete barrier. Alma wasn't worried though, one of the reasons she had been assigned as Ashley's bodyguard was due to her talent at precision driving, among other things.

What did worry her, however, was the fact there was a vehicle behind them at ten o'clock at night. She had no reason to be paranoid and had she been alone she wouldn't have thought anything of it but the chances of someone just so happening to drive 769 the night she was escorting the President's Daughter was setting off warning bells.

"What's wrong Alma?" She looked over at her charge, seeing Ashley worry her lower lip between her teeth. "You got really quiet."

"I think we're being followed," Alma said quietly, flipping her phone open and pressing '2' to speed dial her superior.

"Are you serious!? Oh my god-."

"Hey, it's okay. You know I'm not going to let anything happen to you, right?" Alma said, raising the phone to her ear and giving Ashley a reassuring smile. "Better to be safe than sorry."

The brunette agent proceeded to ignore the sound of the First Daughter hyperventilating in the passenger seat, stifling a curse when the call went straight to voice mail.

"What do we do Alma!?"

"Not panic for starters," she replied, tossing the phone into the console and placing both hands on the steering wheel. She had little maneuverability on the narrow road but she was confident enough in her abilities to keep both herself and Ashley safe. As soon as she glanced in the rearview mirror the vehicle behind them shut their lights off, throwing the road into almost complete darkness.

"Shit," she murmured before hearing a loud bang followed by the sound of air leaving a tire. The steering wheel jerked to the right as Alma struggled to get the car under her control. She heard Ashley screaming when the car fishtailed violently before eventually slowing to a stop on the right side of the road.

Alma's heart was hammering in her chest as she threw the car in park, unbuckling her seatbelt.

"Are you okay Ashley?"

"Y-y-yes," she stammered breathlessly, hanging onto the 'oh shit' handle over the door for dear life. Alma tried calling her superior once more but no one answered. Five minutes went by before Alma exited the vehicle, flashlight in tow. She didn't see nor hear any vehicles approaching and cautiously walked around to the front passenger side, resting a hand over her hip holster.

"Fuck," she swore under her breath, crouching by the tire. She ran her palm over it carefully, seeing spikes embedded in what was left of the rubber.

"What do we do Alma?"

"I have to change the tire. The other three are fine but this one is shredded. Hopefully it's still drivable. Roll the window back up Ash and keep trying to get ahold of Morris. It's a GPS phone so it should work regardless of where we are."

"Okay," she replied nervously, doing as she was told. Alma stood, brushing her hands off on her jeans and turned her attention to the road. She could see black skid marks on the pavement from where they had slid and followed them back a few hundred feet.

"Oh fuck me," Alma swore once more, seeing what was left of a military-grade spike strip lying on the ground. Alma raced back to the car; they had to get out of there as quickly as possible. She popped the trunk, reaching beyond the spare tire to grab the tactical shotgun nestled behind her suitcase, flipping the safety off.

She heard the vehicle long before she saw it.

Alma's head snapped up and she threw herself into a roll, narrowly avoiding being crushed between the two vehicles. The screech of metal on metal was ear splitting as the opposing SUV slammed into the back of their car, sending it sliding dangerously towards the edge of the canyon. She heard their car slam into the barrier, metal scraping against concrete for several seconds before the SUV came to a stop.

The agent leapt to her feet and instinctively adopted a tactical shooting stance, bracing the shotgun tightly against her right shoulder. She quickly made her way towards the SUV. Alma's eyes narrowed dangerously, unable to hear anything over the sound of their car's alarm going off.

It was pure luck she happened to catch a glimpse of metal out the corner of her eye, a small blue object coming to rest at her feet. Alma launched herself backwards, clenching her eyes shut though it did nothing to abate the effects of the flash bang.

The world spun around her in a vortex of white and gray, her ears ringing painfully and stomach turning violently. Struggling to her feet Alma shook her head weakly, eyes watering though she raised the shotgun once more.

"Tenacious little thing, aren't you?" She heard a male's voice to her left. She spun, aiming in his direction though the shotgun was abruptly torn from her hands, wrenching her fingers back with a loud pop. "However, I like my women a bit more…obedient." Her vision had cleared just enough for her to make out the visage of the man in front of her.

He was tall and broad shouldered, wearing what looked like a military-esque beret. A grunt of pain escaped her lips when his fist connected with her abdomen, knocking the wind out of her for a moment. Her hand went for the Picador holstered on her hip before feeling him grab her wrist, spinning her to the side as he planted a boot firmly against her lower back and launched her forwards.

Alma cried out when her head hit the side of the concrete barrier. She could feel blood crawling down the side of her face as her vision went fuzzy. She could practically feel the goose egg beginning to form as she rolled onto her side only to receive a vicious boot to her ribcage.

"Alma! Alma, help me!" She heard Ashley cry out for her but couldn't muster the strength to get back on her feet. Easing her eyes open she saw Ashley be hauled bodily into the back of the SUV by their attacker.

"Ash-," she managed to gasp out, clutching her injured side. "No-." The man turned his attention to her for a moment before climbing into the driver's seat of the SUV. Alma was forced to watch helplessly as the taillights faded into the distance.

She struggled to get to her feet, holding a hand to her throbbing forehead. She had to let Morris know what happened. She had to rescue Ashley from that man. Alma limped to the car, wincing with every step she took. There had been no threats made against the First Family since Thomas Graham took office, which was why Alma had been traveling solo instead of with another agent. She cursed their negligence and made a vow to get her friend back no matter the cost.

She was a little more than ten feet from the car before an explosion rocked the ground beneath her, blasting both her and the vehicle off the road. She felt herself go airborne, body sailing over the road barrier and down the slope of the canyon.

Alma tumbled down, head over heels over head. She reached out, scrambling for something to grab. Something hard hit the side of her face and scraped her skin. She cried out, clawing the dirt to try to slow her descent. She caught a glimpse of earth, then sky, earth, sky, earth, sky-oh good fucking god just how long was this rise because she seemed to have been falling down it for the past year-

The bottom of her stomach dropped out when she finally ran out of hill, breath lodged in her throat and she fell down, down, down to the riverbed beneath her.

There was no time to react, let alone scream.

Her head hit last with a meaty crack. The pain was nearly unbearable, bone crushing and nauseating. The sharp shards of thousands of needles were forced through her as her body compacted itself onto the ground.

Everything went black and Alma waited to die…

This is my first little foray into the RE universe. I've seen many RE4 fanfictions but none that I really took a liking to as they all seemed the same so this is my attempt at making something a bit more original though I'm sure it will just be another retelling of the game *sigh*. I'll do my best though. Sorry for any grammar errors as it is 3:30 in the morning where I live. Feel free to let me know what you think. Cheers.