Sweetboxer and Sylphstarwind enter, dressed as Umbrella scientists, together they say: WE DO NOT OWN RESIDENT EVIL!

SB: Say otherwise and I will kick you IN THE FACE.

SSW: This is a joint fanfic between me, sylphstarwind, and Sweetboxer. I do the typing and some of the ideas, and he gives me more ideas. He does much of the "human relations" stuff.

SB: True dat! I leave zombie relations to starwind over myah, since she still owns the games.

SSW: (Gasps) OH (Bleep) Sweetboxer look out! ZOMBIE! (Shoots figure heading toward Sweetboxer in the knee!)

SB: That was my sister, but other than that, good shot! Ahem! The chapters of this fic are to be seperated into halves from now on. For all you readers with a short attention span, that means LESS READING!

SSW: The fanfic is about the lives of the survivors from Resident Evil Outbreak, and is a sequel to the Outbreak Chronicles, the fanfic by me. How did everyone turn out as a result of that nightmare? Did any of them hook up? Plus, the gang gets back together to infiltrate an Umbrella lab.

Reunion Part I

"Dammit, Kevin, you left the seat up again!" Alyssa growled from the bathroom.

"Sorry, Alyssa. You know I forget that stuff," Kevin replied. He was sitting in Alyssa's bedroom, watching TV. On the nightstand was a vase of flowers that he had brought her last night.

A few minutes later, Alyssa came back out and sat beside Kevin on the bed.

He turned to her for a kiss, then stopped. "Is something the matter?" the cop asked, looking into her eyes.

She didn't say anything.

"Alyssa," Kevin said sternly.

She sighed. "Someone contacted me today. About the incident."

Kevin's eyes narrowed, and his mouth pulled down into a deep frown. They referred to the tragedy in Raccoon City simply as "the incident."

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Mark sat on the couch, staring at the TV, which wasn't on. The house was so empty without them, and it had been that way for the past few months. He was losing hope that they were even alive.

The phone rang. He wondered if there was any point in answering it; it was probably another bill collector or something depressing like that. On the third ring, Mark dragged himself off the couch and went to the end table in the corner.

"Hello?" he said in a low voice. If it was some recording from MCI…

"Good evening, Mr. Wilkins. I can help you find your family," a deep, cultured voice on the other end said.

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"But, baby, I can change!" Jim pleaded. All he got in response was a click.

"Dammit!" He slammed the phone back in the cradle. He started stomping to the living room when the phone rang again. He got a hopeful look on his face and walked back over.

"Babe, I'm so glad you called back," he said as soon as he picked up.

"This isn't Ana, I'm afraid," an amused voice said on the other end. "Mr. Chapman, would you like to make a lot of money in a very short period of time?"

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Yoko stood in the kitchen, trying to cook. She'd gotten better since she started living with David, but she still had to watch it or else she'd burn something. After she put the lasagna in the oven, she poured herself a glass of iced tea and sat down at the small, round table. She took a sip, then flipped a few pages into the latest romance novel she was reading. She didn't read much, just when she was waiting on something, or she didn't feel like doing something else.

David would be home soon. After the outbreak, Yoko had come to stay with David, and still hadn't left. They were living together now.

He went out for his plumbing job, while she tried to hack into Umbrella files to prove that the corporation had been committing crimes against nature and their fellow man. It was slow going; there was a lot of protection. She still hadn't gotten through, but she would get it eventually.

Half an hour later, David King came through the front door of the apartment. He put his toolkit down by the door and went into the kitchen.

"What're you cooking? It smells good," he said in his gruff voice, sitting at the table.

"Lasagna. It should be done soon," Yoko replied. "Welcome home."

"Thanks." He was silent for almost a full minute. Then, "Erm, some guy came up to me in the parking lot."

"Really? That's odd," Yoko commented, slipping on an oven mitt.

"Yeah. He asked me about the outbreak."

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George peered into the microscope to see that the samples were reacting. Daylight had finally been duplicated! George smiled, patting the chemical incubator next to him. He triumphantly marked the formula down on a sheet of paper, then got up to look for Cindy so he could tell her of his accomplishment. He nearly ran straight into her in the doorway at the top of the basement stairs, stopping on his heels.

"Cindy! I--"

"Tell me in a second; there's someone at the door to see us," Cindy said.

"Alright," George said, sighing. He followed Cindy up the stairs and out of the basement. They walked to the front door together. Cindy opened the door, and there stood a tall man, a little past his prime in age. He was tall and thin, with graying brown hair and a trench coat. He smiled when the door opened.

"Hello. I'm Trent. May I ask you a few questions about what happened in Raccoon City?"

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"Why the hell did this Trent guy have to have us meet him in another fucking town? Why couldn't he just use a hotel near our house?" Kevin grumbled. He peered through the windshield, the sudden downpour making it difficult to navigate. That, and the fact that they were lost.

"More importantly, why am I stuck with someone who refuses to make turns when I tell him to?" Alyssa retorted.

"Don't pretend to know where we're going, dammit," Kevin replied. "We definitely didn't need to take a right back there."

"Idiot," Alyssa said under her breath.

"Aw, you know you at the end of the day you'd rather be stuck with me anyhow," Kevin said.

"Shut up and drive. I knew we should've taken separate cars. Then I could've left your ass behind at the first wrong turn," Alyssa snapped, but she was smiling. "Wait, is that it?" she asked abruptly, staring at the abandoned Holiday Inn on their right.

"Nah, it can't be," Kevin said, but he stopped on the side of the road anyway.

"The address matches. What the hell, he wants us to meet him in there?" Alyssa muttered, looking down at the slip of paper with the address and contact number were.

Kevin sighed and parked in a spot near the building. Alyssa looked out at the torrents from heaven apprehensively, putting a hand up to her hair. She was wearing a white dress, too. And no jacket.

Perfect, she thought to herself. She looked over at Kevin.

Kevin looked back at her, raising an eyebrow. "What? You need help?"

"Oh yes. Please, help me. I'm going to get all wet unless you cover me with your big, broad, manly shoulders," she said, her voice turning pleading. He couldn't tell if she was being sarcastic or not.

"Are you serious?" he asked. His eyes mimicked those of a puppy who was vigorously wagging its tail.

"Yes! I'm wearing a black bra under this!" she cried.

Kevin smiled, glad that she was finally getting a little more cuddly. He got out and went to her side of the door. Alyssa jumped out, and he put an arm around her with her inside his jacket. He shut the door, then they took a mad dash for the hotel.

The doors creaked as Kevin pushed them open. They stepped into the lobby. The lights were out, as would be expected in an abandoned building, but there were perhaps fifty lit candles of various sizes all around the room. It seemed remotely like some Wiccan ritual, with all the candles. Alyssa felt like she was going to play "Light as a feather, stiff as a board" or something.

To Alyssa's surprise, there were familiar faces in the room. Mark, Cindy, and George were sitting in chairs against the wall.

"We thought you might be here, after we saw Mark," George said. He was holding hands with Cindy.

"Alyssa, your hair looks great!" Cindy exclaimed. She was referring to the new style, which was shorter and curlier than before. "And Kevin... I didn't know you two were still... in touch."

Alyssa and Kevin became aware that his hand was still around her waist, and she blushed. She quickly stepped away from him, arms crossed.

"Mark, man, why didn't you tell me about Trent? After all, we see each other weekly at the NRA," Kevin said.

Mark looked away. "I didn't want to involve you and Alyssa in my family affairs, since you were finally happy together."

"What do you mean?" Kevin asked, concerned.

"Trent should explain, once he shows up," Mark replied.

Kevin wanted to push him for answers, but he thought this might be a touchy subject. It was best to wait, so he shut up for now.

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They all looked up about ten minutes later, when the doors opened again. They'd been expecting Trent at any moment now, but instead, Jim strolled in.

"Dammit! That rain came outta nowhere," he complained.

"Hasn't changed a bit," Alyssa muttered. Jim went and sat in another chair, nearby.

"I didn't know y'all were gonna be here. Did he offer you guys money, too?" he asked.

"What money?" Alyssa asked. Was Trent holding out on her?

"Shh," Kevin said quietly. "It's not important, Alyssa."

"The hell it's not!" she whispered back, loudly. She turned back to Jim and said sharply, "Hey! Whaddaya mean, money?"

Jim realized that mentioning it in the first place was a bad idea. Besides the fact that he might have to share the reward now, he also had to talk to this bitch. And she looked pissed.

"So... you ain't gettin' paid?" he asked cautiously. He could ignore her and cut this conversation off, but he knew that would just make things worse.

"Obviously not! But you are?" Alyssa snapped.

"Whoa, it wasn't my idea not to pay you. If you've got a problem, take it up with this Trent guy!" he cried.

"You bet I will!" she retorted, and sat back in her chair. Her right eye was twitching and she was breathing heavily.

Well, they say reporters are greedy bastards, and there's your proof, Jim thought to himself. Mention a little moolah and they go nuts...

End of Reunion Part I

SB: (Falls asleep hunched over writing desk)