Chapter 13

It was the longest hour of Leon's life. He sat in silence next to a bleeding Chris Redfield whose sister refused to speak to him. Two miles from their destination, Claire could see a small building in the middle of a large chain link fence. Zombies were crowded around, pushing and pulling at the metal as they tried to get inside. A grey pad had a large white H in the center where a helicopter sat silently. Joey's eyes glazed over.

Everyone was tense as Claire slowed to a rolling stop on the side of the non-existent road. "Now what?" Ada whispered, leaning over Claire's shoulder and staring out the windshield. They sat silently for a few minutes, the compound silent except for the hum of hungry zombies.

A soft groan escaped Chris and everyone turned to stare at him. He was sweating profusely, skin becoming grey and brow knitted together. "Oh god, Christopher." Claire stared at him as her eyes softened into worry.

"We need a distraction to get inside, Claire." He gave her a half smile as she began to shake her head. They all got out of the van and watched as Claire stood with crossed arms in front of Chris. "Munchkin, you know what we need to do. Don't worry about me; it's what we have to do." Chris ran the fingers from his good arm down the side of her jaw and smiled softly.

She shook her head, grabbing his hand and pulling him into a tight hug. "Chris, you don't need to do this." She mumbled, eyes closed as her face pressed into his chest and she inhaled his familiar scent. "I can't lose all of my family." A tear dripped down her cheek and onto his tan vest.

Chris sighed and glanced over Claire's head to stare Leon in the eye, a special guy vibe flowing between them as Leon closed his eyes and nodded sympathetically. They all turned away and prepared the van, leaving Chris and Claire to each other for a short minute. "Claire, honey" He tilted her chin up and wiped tears off of her pouting face. "There's point in everyone's life where they have to make a decision that decides who they are. If I stayed with you now and made someone else do this, someone who has a better chance at survival…then I would be the most selfish guy on the planet. I'm not doing this to punish you, Claire. I'm doing it to save you." He smiled whole heartedly and kissed the top of his little sister's head. "I love you sis."

She pulled back, tears drying and eyes set in a hard stare. "I love you too you douche bag." They grinned at each other, momentarily forgetting death.

"Not to rush you guys, but the sooner the better." John glanced at them around the side of the van, apology in his eyes.

Chris nodded, "He's right. Here," Chris unstrapped all of his equipment, with silent bouts of pain in his arm, wincing quietly. "Take my guns." He tossed them to the people in the back, untying the tourniquet and letting it fall to the ground. The bite had begun to clot, turning his arm an angry red and becoming swollen. 'Won't look that way for much longer…' He thought silently looking back at the compound. "Get everything out of the back, I need those grenades."

Claire went to the back to fetch them whilst Leon walked over and held his hand out. "You're a good guy Redfield. I'm sorry about this."

Chris grasped his palm, shaking it firmly with his lips in a hard line. "As am I Kennedy. Take care of my sister or so help me I will come back as a god damn zombie and by the time I'm done you'll look like hamburger." Chris grinned and Leon smiled back lightly, letting his hand drop to his side.

"Make us proud Chris." Leon nodded once and turned around, walking to the back and strapping more weapons to his back and ammo across his chest.

Claire sauntered back slowly, four grenades strapped together on a belt. "All you have to do is pull this cord," She held it up, a loop on the end. "And you have ten seconds before they blow." Claire tossed it over his shoulder and Chris pulled her into a bear hug.

"Be good Claire." He saluted John, waved to Ada and Joey, and gave a knowing nod to Leon before turning from them and walking towards the zombie horde.

The rest sat in the van, engine shut off. It was so quiet they could hear Chris's footsteps as he left them behind. Claire stilled her self from crying, gripping the steering wheel until her hands ached and knuckles turned white. The zombies didn't notice Chris until he was pushing through them; Claire finally started the van and began speeding towards them. Everyone else braced themselves in the back of the van as it swerved and jumped.

Chris saw a ditch to the right side of the compound, filled with hundreds of bodies, all appeared to be a single female in a red dress in different stages of decomposition. 'What the hell were they doing here?'

"Come get me you smelly bastards!" Chris screamed as the zombies lunged, scratching at him and sinking their teeth into his flesh. He screamed, throwing them off and sledging as close as he could to fence before his legs were taken out from under him. He writhed on the ground, grasping the loop of the grenades and spitting in the faces of the undead. "Chew on this, mother fucker." He growled, ripping the pins out and letting the spoons pop open. His throat was ripped open and he spewed blood, closing his eyes and thinking of Sheva.

"C'mon Chris." Claire urged only half a mile away when four booms erupted and shook the van slightly. Fire engulfed most of the front portion as bodies were strewn outwards. Claire punched the gas, muttering quietly to her self. "This is for you bro…" The van crashed through undead and crunched over the remains of the chain link fence, slamming into the concrete building; as everyone was thrown forward. "You guys okay?" Claire choked out, dust covering the white van.

Four mutters of approval were given as the doors were thrown open and they jumped out, guns raised and safeties off. Leon kicked in the only door to the compound, finding nothing but a sink and a table with one chair. "Where did you say this was?" Leon asked, glancing at Joey and kicking the chair over.

"Underground, but I've got no idea how to get there." They walked around quickly, trying to figure out where the trap door was when Ada walked over to the table and picked up a knife stuck up right in it.

"Someone was angry." She said, slamming it back into the cracked wood as moans from zombies grew closer. The table creaked and tipped itself as the floor beneath it opened up into a shallow elevator."Guess we found the front door." Ada smiled and stepped onto the platform, the others closing in as it sunk farther into the ground.

The floor above them slid closed as they descended into darkness. No one spoke; it would be the last time silence wasn't deafening. Finally, the lift jolted to a stop and doors slid open with a quiet creak. A steel hallway lay before them, twenty meters long with interjecting observation windows and fluorescent lights that blinked on and off. It was devoid of life, at least, what they could see.

One body was in the middle of the hallway just before a turn off to the right. It was a jigsaw of blood and organs; they stepped around it and continued to the right where only one light worked. More twisting hallways led to the left and right. "Everyone stay together." Claire glanced over her shoulder to see only Leon beside her. "Leon, where are they."

He arched an eyebrow, keeping his gun pointed forward. "What are you-" He turned around, seeing only and empty hallway with flickering lights. "Shit." He sighed, leaning against the wall. "What do you want to do about it? Go back?" He stared at Claire as she bit her lip and glanced down the darkened and silent hall.

She shook her head, much to his surprise. "Let's keep going. They know how to take care of themselves. C'mon." She led, Leon on her heels as she turned around the mouse maze of corners, coming to a cracked screen on the left side of a pair of pneumatic steel doors. They stared at it, side by side and Leon cocked his head to the right as if trying to silently decipher how to open the door.

He lifted his magnum, tapping its barrel against the screen. Static hissed loudly, then a small girl's face appeared on it. "You don't want to go in there." She said in a thick British accent. Claire raised an eyebrow at it.

"And why is that?"

The girl's eyes shifted to look at her though revealed no emotion at all. "I have successfully trapped the doctor's mutant form, but my doors can only hold for so long before he manages to break out." Her static eyes shifted to Leon as he leant forward and pressed his body to the door, bare ear against cold steel as he listened hard.

"I can't hear anything." He whispered, hands flat on either side of his body.

A static bolt hissed across the screen, distorting the girl's face. "What are you?" Claire asked, glancing at the broken screen as Leon closed his eyes and concentrated.

"I was created by the Doctor; I am a reproduction of his daughter. I have been named Red Queen and I alone have power over this facility. I, however, do not have the means to take counter measures against the doctor. My only way to stop his actions is to trap him, but this will only last for so long." Claire glanced at the door as Leon shifted uncomfortably.

"What is it-"

"Shh." He held up a finger, leaning all of his weight into the door as his ear was painfully crushed against the steel. 'What is that noise?' He heard a rhythm of steady thuds getting louder every second. "Claire-" That was when he realized it was the sound of footsteps; running footsteps at the. They were approaching the door at an alarming rate, and something slammed forcefully into the door with Leon still against it. The force of the impact threw him back into a corner, feeling a deep cut on his spine. Leon winced and straightened himself out, staring at the destroyed doors. They were bent outwardly; a small gap between the two and Leon could see a mangled eye staring at him. A low growl exited the creature's mouth as it gazed a Leon through a thick red haze. It began to retreat, red, splotchy skin of its back was all Leon could see and he knew what was coming. "Claire, we gotta go. Now!" He screamed, grabbing her wrist.

"If you feel confident enough to slay the creature, you may run to the laboratory down the left hand corridor. I can urge the doctor down that way. Please use caution." Red Queen flickered on and off, distorted face and static zing of her voice.

They nodded, taking off towards the left side and racing down the corridor as another loud thud of steel to creature impact followed them. "It's almost through." Leon gasped as he panted, dragging Claire into the lab and slamming the steel doors closed. They made their way to the back, leaning against a wall in a dark corner. They sat still and Leon heard a soft gasp. His eyes shot up to the door, it was still closed but that meant nothing right now. He moved along the wall in the shadows, magnum held up with the safety off. His eyes adjusted easily to the dim light and he felt Claire's shallow breath on his neck as she moved at his heels, her own guns raised. Another whisper, not too far from them. Leon stopped, holding up his hand to Claire to cover him as he moved slowly, deliberately.

It was just in front of him, around the corner of a solid steel lab table; he was sure of it. He let out a slow breath quietly, spinning around the corner with his gun out, prepared to fire. His finger flinched on the trigger as he sat back on his heels in surprise. "Ada?" Her head snapped up and she stared at him, taking a moment to recognize him.

"Leon!" She whispered, lunging at him and hugging him tightly. "Where the fuck did you guys go?"

He leant against the wall as Claire moved over beside them. "We found out what's destroying this place." He explained what he knew of the creature, ending with, "So now we have to kill it."

John's eyes grew wide and he stared at Leon like he had grown a second head. "We have to kill it? Why can't the weird computer bitch do it?"

"She's not a physical being, John." Claire said softly, glancing at the door. "We have to do it or this will only get worse."

"Fuck…" He sighed, running a hand over his forehead.

"Yeah, tell me about it." Leon muttered, checking his AK and reloading the magnum. "Okay, this is what I think we should do…"

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The man/creature stalked menacingly down the dimly lit corridor, tail swishing around on the floor and thick talons clicking on the tile. Half of his face looked melted away as one eye nearly popped out of his skull, hair falling out and mouth turning into an angry grimace with no lips. He approached the set of double doors and pushed it open quietly, seeing nothing but darkness at first though his sense of smell was undeniable. Humans were here, and he was hungry for more evolution.

A low rumble escaped its fanged mouth as it tried to laugh. This would be too easy. He saw a streak of blood leading to a darkened corner of the back room. He followed it along the floor, pausing to bend over and lick the blood up off the floor. He rumbled again and darted after the trail. It led to a small testing room, darkened to pitch black and his warbled eyes could make out nothing but his other senses were peak. A soft gasp and a series of five metallic clinks caught his attention in the corner.

The creature let out a growl of fury and lunged forward attacking the figure as a pneumatic press surged behind him and lights blinked on, blinding his enlarged pupils. He screeched and stared at the thing in his massive claws. It was an already dead body of a laboratory assistant. The speakers were on, where the gasp had come from he assumed. The metallic clinks belonged to five cylindrical canisters next to the dead body.

The creature eyed them warily and heard a static hiss of the speakers, it turned to stare out of the unbreakable window where five young people stared at it; murderous hate in their eyes. "Chew on this motherfucker," A young woman with red hair growled before pushing a button of a small black device in her hand. It clicked in his morphing mind and he shrieked in anger, throwing himself at the glass as the canisters exploded, blowing shards of death, metal, and glass at him. The monster burst outward in flesh and bloody atrocity. He was no more, and his desired evolution had clearly been discarded.

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Claire bit her lip in anger and relief, gripping the button tightly as flesh and skull littered the window, sliding down slowly with dull thuds. "Well that was easier than I thought it would be." She remarked, dropping the device and crushing it with the heel of her boot. "What do we do now, guys?" She asked, glancing around at her friends. They shrugged and followed Claire out of the lab and down the hall. Moans from the undead could be heard through the elevator.

The five crept silently down the darkened halls, maneuvering around dead bodies until they came to one big door. Possibly twelve feet high, there were no windows, no computer screens, and no labels. Leon gave Claire a worried glance but none the less, placed his hand on the thick steel handle and pushed the button in with his thumb. A loud clink sounded, and he tugged on the handle as the door slide open quietly.

It was dark inside and no one moved from the threshold of light as their eyes tried to adjust between the dim hall and the black as pitch room before them. "Claire, give me one of your flares." Leon whispered, though he didn't know why. She pulled it from her belt, shoving it into his hand as she pulled an AK-74 from her back, replacing the dual hand guns.

Leon ripped the flare open and it instantly sprouted an extreme red glow. He threw it into the middle of the room, eyes wide at what was shown.

"What the fuck are they?" Ada asked with a soft whisper, taking a step into the room. Quietly, the group swept artfully into the room in a single file line, guns pointed at what they assumed were more creatures.

"I-I think they're egg sacks." Leon stuttered, taking a step over to one. It was some what opaque but he could see the thing inside. It was almost human…almost. The skin was a slimy grey and it was curled in the fetal position; its mangled head making the creature look top heavy with spindly limbs. With the tip of his magnum, Leon poked at the membrane. It moved with him and he stopped for fear it would burst open and attack him.

Claire stepped up beside him, her face was wrinkled in disgust as she leaned in closer. "It stinks…" She muttered, wiping at the slime with her forefinger. She turned to him, but glanced cautiously around the room. "How many do you think there are?"

He shrugged, kicking at the thick base where several cords seemed to sprawl out and over to the other egg-ish sacks. "Don't know, give me another flare." They ripped out three more, further illuminating the cavernous room. They saw the ceiling, at least two hundred feet high, hand something hanging from it by long, thick cords that dripped grey matter. The floor was covered with hundreds upon hundreds of creatures, still contained in their membrane. 'Let's keep it that way,' Leon thought as he stepped further into the room and raised his magnum to the closest egg.

"Leon, what are you doin?" Claire asked, somewhat panicked.

He glanced over his shoulder at her, "I just want to see if I can kill it before it kills me." He turned back, eyes getting wide when he saw the creature move. "Oh shit…" It squirmed inside the liquidous membrane, bulging eye opening to stare at Leon intently. "Claire, we gotta get the fuck out of here!" He shoved her towards the door, just as it slammed closed. Ada, John and Joey shoved against it as Leon fired at the moving creature. It died with three bullet wounds, the membrane splitting open as blood and creature matter spilt over the floor.

"The door won't open!" Ade screeched, throwing her shoulder into the seam. It refused to budge.

"That means we gotta find another way out of here." Leon turned back to the room and as if on queue, all the other creatures began to move in rhythm with each other as if in some sick dance. "Come on; let's go before these fucking things escape. Kill what you can!" They darted through the first few rows, shooting at the morphing membranes as they ran.

The room was too long and the flares had begun to go out. Leon cursed under his breath and pulled a flashlight from his belt, attaching it to his magnum with a torn off strip of duct tape. His torch lit ten feet in front of him and Claire stepped up with her pistols again, allowing Leon a chance to load his gun.

"Oh fuck me…" Claire sighed, Leon bumped into her and his eyes snapped up.

"Claire, why the hell did you…stop…" No one was moving now; well no one that was human.

The eggs directly in front of them had split open and grey creatures were falling all over each other, trying to get to the group of living beings. "Skirt around them." Ada whispered, hoping the creatures didn't speak English. Claire nodded, and began to run to the right side with Leon, Ada, Joey and John darting to the left. The creatures became slightly enraged that their prey was running, splitting up into large groups and going after them. Claire was in front, Leon running backwards after her as he shot at the creatures approaching fast.

"God damn, these fuckers are fast." He panted, stumbling slightly and letting off an accidental shot. "Fuck! I'm out Claire." She tossed a magazine to him; he snapped it in and shot point blank at a creature that came out of no where, blood splattering the front of his black shirt.

"I think I see a door!" She shouted back to him, picking up the pace and pushing herself as hard as she could.

Some thing began to scream. At first, Leon was worried that one of the other three had been harmed but he soon realized the scream was not human. The cords attached to the ceiling were beginning to unwind as Leon and Claire were joined by John, Ada and Joey. "What …the hell…is that…noise?" John managed out between pants, hands on his knees as sweat dripped from his forehead.

"I don't know, but we need to keep moving." Leon took a deep breath and checked his magazine, feeling a hand on his shoulder, he turned around.

"That's gonna be kind of hard Leon…" Claire murmured. They all turned to stare at the door where they had planned to escape.

"Oh shit." Joey's mouth hung open. They all agreed.

A shining black creature had dropped down from the ceiling, no, from the cords on the ceiling. It had no eyes and it was completely hairless, shimmering in black liquid. Its tongue lashed out to the side, seemingly ten feet long. It stood on spindly limbs, taloned hooks on every finger and every clawed foot.

The massive, sinewy creature was now blocking their only escape. Minions were still bursting out of their membrane pockets but moving slower than before. The group moved quickly away from the creatures, realizing too late that they were being herded to the big boss. They stopped and killed off a few but Joey was slow and one creature lunged at him, clamping on to his shoulder.

He screamed, beating at it with the butt of his shot gun. "GET IT OFF!! GET IT OFF OF ME!" He shrieked as its teeth sank into his neck, tearing out a chunk of skin near his collar bone. John slashed at the creature with a knife, it screamed in pain and garbled out a growl as it fell to the ground and died. Joey was bleeding profusely and Ada took her jacket off to shove it against his gaping wound. He groaned and slumped over. Leon supported his left side and John took his right. Joey wouldn't last much longer and Leon held back a few stray tears.

"How are we supposed to get out of here?" Ada's eyes darted around the room, even more wary now that creatures had stopped popping up and the large black one was not moving. It merely stared at them, as still as a statue and deathly quiet.

Joey pushed away Leon and John, using his gun to slump on as the other four inspected the large egg sacs. "Oh god…" They all spun around to see Joey's face pale and his eyes go wide, but not in enough time to save him.

It was flying at an alarming rate towards him, large leathery wings and four toes on each foot with long talons. The claws dug into his shoulders and carried their friend away.

No one moved.

No one spoke.

They simply stared at the lonely shot gun and the deep blackness where Joey's screams echoed for only a moment.

Leon winced.

They were losing this battle.

"I refuse to die with out purpose." Claire said evenly, monotone, as she picked up his gun and cocked it. She walked forward, no one able to stop her and instead began to follow slowly, guns raised at the ready. "Hey you!" She shouted, staring at the massive black creature. Its head turned to follow her, though it couldn't actually see her. "God you are an ugly fucking bitch." She spat at it, earning a threatening growl. She was no longer afraid. "What, you wanna go?! THEN COME AND FUCKING GET ME!" She screamed, arms out at her sides, right hand gripping the stock of the shot gun.

The creature growled furiously, running forward as Leon's eyes grew wide. "Claire!" He ran at them from the right side, knowing he wasn't going to get there in time.

Claire sneered, raised the shot gun up, and fired when the creature was nearly on top of her. It shrieked as part of its shoulder was blown to pieces. It fell on her and she fired again in to the creature's stomach. Another garbled whine came from its mouth and the tongue lashed out, slathering her neck and face in slime. Claire closed her eyes, only able to get her right hand out from under it.

It soon noticed Leon's footsteps and turned its massive head to his direction. Its tongue shot out and knocked him over, unfortunately for it, behind him.

Its attention turned back to Claire and it decided to savor her, ignoring the grunting of the other two as they fought off the new offspring. They wouldn't leave with out her and it could kill all of them easily. But, in all of its tongue dancing around her skin, it failed to notice what he was doing.

Leon's right hand snaked its way to his chest, quietly unsnapping the sheath and slowly pulling out the hunting knife. He raised it up and growled, "Fuck you," Before plunging the ten inch hunting knife into the back of its smooth skull. The mouth opened in a silent cry, the whole body tensed and shivered once before going slack against Claire. She could feel hot blood dripping onto her face and closed her eyes tight, mouth squeezed shut.

"Claire…" A groggy voice called out her name. "Claire are you alive?" His voice was hoarse from the wind being knocked out of him.

She struggled under the weight of the creature and found a spot to move her head so she could speak. "Yes." She wheezed out, feeling light headed, her limbs going numb too quickly. "I-I'm under it…" Claire sighed, seeing Leon's black boots appear beside her head as he jumped off the creature.

"I'll get you out of here alive." He promised, putting his shoulder against its side and shoving roughly, toppling the creature over on to its back and shoving the knife further into its inactive skull.

Claire gasped, filling her lungs with fresh air, even if it did smell like death. Claire grasped Leon's hand and tugged her self up, standing on wobbly legs and picking up the forgotten shot gun.

"Argh! My arm-" They spun away from the door towards the other two. John was doubled over, clutching at the bloody stump where his arm used to be. It ended at mid-bicep, blood sprouting with every heart beat. John had no way to defend himself, a one armed man in shock. The grey creatures knew this and took the moment to savor him before mauling him. He screamed as they tore his legs off, biting into his hard stomach and pulling organs out like candy from a piñata.

Ada was busy with her own demons, no pun intended. She ran forward as a creature lunged at her and did a back flip, kicking it in the face. Its head make a sick snapping sound as the neck broke. Ada gave a satisfying grunt and whipped a round house kick into the stomach of another creature. The slimy skin split open with the force of her kick, it doubled over in agony and mewled softly.

"C'mon Ada! Let's get the fuck outta here!" Ada followed Claire and Leon out the door, none of them able to shed any tears or emotions for their recently deceased friends…or brother.

They made it out of the room, slamming the door on the other side and sliding a four inch lock into place. Nothing would be getting out of there for a while. It was dark now, with just a thin line of light on the floor about twenty feet away.

Leon tried to flick the button on his flash light, but it was cracked and refused to turn on. Claire was out of flares. "Fuck," Leon sighed, running a hand through his hair, letting it fall over his right eye. "Where the hell are we now?"

"Let's find out." Came Claire's quipped reply as she turned on a light switch. She began to laugh as her eyes adjusted to the light. "This is a big fucking closet." She giggled, staring at the rows of clothing. "I could use some clean ones any way." She shrugged and chose a row, gun still at her hip.

Ada and Leon glanced down at themselves, covered in blood and gore, before shrugging at each other and going off to separate rows.

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Minutes later, they met at the opposing door and appraised each other. Leon stared at Ada and let out a bark of laughter. "Don't you think you're a little over dressed?" He asked, quirking an eye brow.

Ada grinned and did a slow turn. She wore a long red halter dress with gold inlay on the left side and a slit going up to her hip on the left. She sported black, strappy high heels and completed everything with a 6 foot black ribbon tied around her neck; the ends billowed loosely behind her. She shrugged and held her Uzi tightly. "You can never be too over dressed to fight off hordes of the undead."

Claire giggled and Leon admired her curvy figure in the new clothes. She wore a red leather vest over a black shirt, fitting snugly against her ample breasts and coming just above her navel. Levi's and a black belt were complemented with brown heeled boots and black knuckle gloves. He smiled at her, "You look so bad ass."

Claire grinned back and took a slow walk around Leon, admiring the clothes that showed off his strong form. He had a chocolate colored fleece jacket, the collar coming up around his face. Underneath was a black under armor shirt, showing off his well deserved muscles. He had black carharts and black sneakers; also like Claire, he had black knuckle gloves. "Not too shabby yourself, Mr. Kennedy." She grabbed the back of his head and force their lips together, not that Leon was complaining. She pulled away and licked her lips. "Now let's blow this shit hole."

They climbed a ladder up the side of a broken lift. Ada was last, no one wanted to have to look up her dress. Claire reached the top, banging her fist against the domed lid. "Leon, help me open this." She huffed, slinging the shot gun over her shoulder and onto her back. He climbed up beside her the best he could, hooking a leg onto the side of the ladder. "It's stuck." Claire muttered, grabbing one side of the wheel whilst Leon grabbed the other.

"Ready, turn," He grunted, using all of his muscle, it finally hissed open. The lid popped up and natural light filtered in, nearly blinding him.

Claire shoved the lid up, pushing herself over the rim and on to her stomach. She turned around to help Leon and Ada out of the hole. "Wow…" Ada sighed softly, staring around them. They stood on a mountain of hard, grey rock. The weapons they had taken out of the truck were just feet below them and to the left on a shallow dip in rock. The tiny hut that led to the first elevator was a surprisingly long distance away from them. It was nearly four hundred yards away and almost all of the zombies were huddled as close as they could get.

Leon smiled to himself and began walking towards the edge of their small cliff. "I've got an idea." The girls followed him and carefully scaled the ten foot drop, pausing to watch Leon as he picked up the grenade launcher.

"Leon," Claire said hesitantly, stepping up beside him as he stared down the sights. "Are you doing what I think you're doing?" She asked, quirking an eyebrow and crossing her arms.

He nodded slowly, "Yes Claire, I am going to blow the shit out of this place. We don't need it. No one needs it or those fucked up creatures."

She thought about it for a moment, noticing Leon's hesitation as he waited for her to agree. Finally, she kissed him on the cheek and stepped back quietly. She thought about Chris as Leon's finger squeezed the trigger. It fired, knocking him back a few feet and he stumbled over a rock but caught his balance. He wanted to see if the rocket hit, and sure as shit, he felt it before he saw it.

A rumble was let out of the earth as the ground shook and dust rose quickly. Fire bloomed, glass shattered, bodies were flung high and mighty. Leon nodded and threw the useless piece of equipment over the hill behind them. "Well, this sure as shit isn't over but at least we got a start on ending it." He turned around and glanced at the last two friends he had.

Claire's face was hard with a look of accomplishment and unshed tears in her eyes. Ada was smiling grimly, hands in tight fists as she let out a shaky breath. They stood silently for a moment, staring at each other as if they were all familiar strangers with secrets.

"What now, where do we go?" Leon asked quietly, unsure of what to do with himself.

Claire furrowed her brow for a moment, thinking. "We read through files, look at their documents and spend the rest of our lives committed to stopping Umbrella." Leon was surprised at how much strength and conviction was in her voice; he fell in love with her again and wished Chris was there to see his sister. He would have been proud.

"Well I don't know about you guys," Ada said, "But I think I'd like to work alone." She took a quick step forward, grasping Claire's chin in her hand and kissing her lips firmly. "I'll see you again." She whispered, dancing back and doing a back flip over the side.

Leon was startled and ran over to the ledge, unable to see her. "She's vanished into thin air." He murmured, staring at the empty rock. Claire walked up beside him and shrugged lightly, still able to taste the Asian woman on her lips.

Claire raised an eyebrow at Leon and slung the shot gun around to her back. "Know how to fly a chopper?" She asked, nodding to the WASP on the helipad that remained untouched.

He grinned back and reloaded the Magnum, strapping it to his thigh. "No, but I bet I can figure it out."

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So that was that. Please tell me if you guys liked it, and what you thought about the ending. If you wanna flame at me, do it constructively, don't just throw a bunch of crap at me. Don't like, don't read. Thanks to every one who read this and commented. I enjoyed writing it and will be posting new stories in the next few weeks. Possibly another Resident Evil as well as a Devil May Cry.