Everything is as same as it last was. Now it's June joining Ada and Leon. You guys gotta tell me who you want June to be with in the next chapter. Hope you guys like it. This was so NOT spell checked!
Disclaimer: Only own June and parts of the plot.


I’m sure it was at least ten minutes before I gained my hearing back.

 “Claire, yeah... I found her. She...yeah she’s breathing, she’s okay with me. Kay...talk to you later I guess.”

I recognized that deep, husky voice. Leon . My heart raced, and I took a peek. My heart sank into my knees at what I saw. No  way. A Chinese girl with a red dress? It had to be Ada Wong, Wesker’s personal spy girl.

“Oh man, to see little Junie like this is depressing.” It was her voice, sick and sweet like venom.

“Yeah, but she’s got a pulse...”

I raised my head and it bumped into Leon’s chin.

 “Oww! Shit!” he growled, playfully glaring at me.

 I smiled warmly at him, enjoying his warm arms enveloping me in a hug.

 “My bad.”

  Ada cleared her throat.

I stood and looked at her, a plain look on my face.

 She ran at me a bit dramatically, and hugged me too tight. “Junie, I’ve missed you so much! Are you okay?” she asked, her voice full of fake concern. She pulled me towards her again, and whispered into my ear “Blow my cover, I’ll blow you up.”

“Won’t that be fun?” I whispered back.

Ada pulled back and regarded me with her hard black eyes. “Help me, Junie. Help me find John.” John? How original, Ada . Kudos.

“Of course.” I whispered, flattening down my bangs and adjusting my headband. It was getting darker and darker. I checked for my bag, which Ada held out to me. I took it gingerly from her hands.

Leon nodded and grabbed my arm, pulling me towards the ladder leading down the building.

“I’ll go first.” Ada announced, walking past us and up to the ladder.

Leon had a weird look on his face as he watched her slowly clamber down. A pang of jealousy rang through my body. He suddenly motioned for me to go next, and it hit me that I would have to protect him from her. Or else, she’d get what she wanted and kill him.

The rings of the ladder hurt my fingertips- the rings were icy cold. I looked down and only had about 4 feet left to climb down, so I took the quick way. I jumped. Ada glared at me and adjusted her red mini dress.

Leon leapt down from the ladder, glancing back and forth between us.

“You girls getting along?” He asked with a big boyish grin plastered on his face. He was so good-natured, like my older sister April. She would be nineteen now, and in her second year of College at Georgetown in Washington D.C. She wanted to be a psychologist. She could make anyone feel better. My heart ached. I missed her.

Ada wrapped her arm around my shoulders and hugged me. It wasn’t fake.

“April is fine, Junie, I’m sure of it. I don’t want anything bad to happen to either you or Leon. I’m getting what I’m supposed to and taking off.” she murmured.

I smiled. Why truly believe her? She’s a spy. They lie for a living. But somehow Ada was readable. Somehow I could read anyone. Leon’s smile melted away like butter in a frying pan. I pulled away slowly from my frienemy, and slowly tilted my head in order to see whatever was behind me. Ada slowly turned around.

“No sudden movements.” Leon murmured his eyes hard and dark.

Ada froze entirely when she spied Nemesis: A huge, grotesque creature of about 7’5” tall. Its dark beady eyes fixated on me, its graying skin hanging off, revealing thick pink blotches of skin and insides. Its heart, which was the side of my head, was protruding out of its chest, beat in a steady rhythm. It raised a clawed hand and pointed at me.

A monstrous roar ripped through the air as it lunged towards me. Ada , in one swift moment, was able to block Leon from approaching me while looking like she had done it accidentally. He put his arms out to catch her, before he lost his balance and they went tumbling down the subway stairs.

 I heard every thud on the way down. I was able to roll to the side and its claws got stuck in the ground. Gunshots ran out of the train station; Leon and Ada were fighting their own war. They were big kids; they could take care of themselves.

 “ Taylor .” Nemesis shrieked, running at me in the same non-lethal stance as before. It wasn’t here to kill me; it was here to take me.

  “ Taylor ”

 It was the name of the project that was responsible for my “enhancement”...my “rebirth”. The project that took an eight year old girl out of her normal life and into a living hell. They ripped me out of my childhood. I jumped when he lunged for me--which in its own right surprised me. I jumped about ten feet into the air before landing down lightly on my feet.

“ Taylor !”

 I ran down the street, and pushed a car over into the road. My eyes, no doubt, must have been a light orange color. Strength, agility, healing--what next?

“ Taylor !”

I screamed at my feet to go faster, begged my lungs not to want air, willed myself to go further. Eventually pulled myself left into a side street that would eventually take me back to the train station. Back to Leon and Ada. Further away, hopefully, from Wesker. But, as I stopped running, I thought about Claire and Sherry. I looked to the east, towards the last Umbrella facility in Raccoon City , when it exploded and threw me to the floor. Oh, my god.

“ Taylor !”

I was pulled by my legs into the air-- about nine feet -- when I let out an aggravated scream.

“Let me the hell down!”

I could still hear the fire-fight from within the train station, and the detritus that decided to rain on us from the factory’s explosion.

Toxic, I’m sure, but that didn’t bother me. If Leon and Ada came out of the train station, no doubt they’d be infected, if they had any open wounds.

“Taylor.” the way this last one was said was softer than the others. He -it- let me go.

It patted my head and trudged away. I stood there, shocked, with my eyes the size of half-dollars and my mouth open slightly. It just dropped after five feet of walking. I shook my head, and tore off into the train station.

My neck was nearly sliced off by the razor sharp nails of a Crimson head as soon as I leapt down the steps. I ducked under its arms and brought my foot up in a straight line, catching it under the chin. Its head fell off with a “plop” before blood poured out. My spaghetti top was stained with so much red it was turned purple.

I pushed my Mahogany bangs out of my face as I pulled out my side arm, and bound down the next staircase sideways. At the bottom, I turned left then right, then left again when I heard gunfire. I ran, nearly crashing into Leon, who spun on me and pointed his Samurai Edge at me.

“Eeek!” I squealed, pushing it away from my face.

He smiled a small smile “Sorry.”

Ada looked at me funny as she walked towards us from the map of Raccoon City. “Ideas?”

Leon began to speak, but I momentarily drowned out the sound of their voices. Wait, wait, and wait. No one cared how I got away?

“Junie? You alright? How’d you get away, anyway?” Ada purred, a smirk dancing at the sides of her mouth.

“It got hit by a rock...” I said without fully thinking it out

“A...rock?”

“Well the building exploded...”

“A building exploded?”

“U.E.R.B.”

“The Umbrella Environment Research Building exploded?

 “I guess. Where else did the rock come from?” I was babbling like an idiot.

“Whatever. We’ve got to get to the Hystoriatt.”

“Not through the stairs, right? I mean, like, above ground?”

“Right. Falling rocks?”

“Basically, yes.”

“Lemme call Claire.” Leon announced, ushering us into a bathroom. He locked the door behind us and took out the black device. Ada stood as far away from us as possible.

“It’s near the DepSec right?” she asked me.

Department of Security here was fondly known as DepSec. They did the little things: save cats from trees, did school safety stuff, and were the Doormen for the various hotels that lined Main Street , downtown Raccoon City .

“Nope, that’s only if you take the sewers.” I knew from experience.

“How do we get there?”

Leon turned to us before I could answer her question. “Claire and Sherry are nearly there. They’re low on supplies...and have got quite a story.” He still had that cute grin on his face. “The...stuff finished falling, but it’s gotten really dark.”

I nodded, “Then we go east. That’s where it’s at. Five blocks away, tops.”

Leon nodded as he followed close on my heels as I led the way, Ada at my side instantly.

Twenty even minutes later, we found ourselves staring at the tallest building downtown, The Hystoriatt Hotel. It towered one hundred feet overhead, its shiny windows catching the moonlight and sending it every which way. The black bricks of the building made it nearly invisible; the front door creaked eerily. Most importantly, there was no sign of Claire and/or Sherry.

Leon whistled as he looked up at the behemoth. “Wow, what do your parents do?”

I racked my brain for the right words; I didn’t need another “falling rocks” episode.

“We’re descendants of one of Manhattan’s most wealthy families. My uncle keeps our line going while my folks get regular jobs.”

Ada laughed, “All in law enforcement?”

“Yup, nothing wrong with that.” I stopped, to look at her.

She just shook her head, “Nothing wrong with that.”

 Leon cleared his throat. “Uh, cop here.”

“Riiiight.” I pushed open one of the front doors slowly, ducking low so that Leon could cover me. “Empty.” he whispered, his voice full of disbelief.

My shoulders sank. How could that be? Even the lights were on. I pulled out my keycard and swiped the slot near my private elevator down the right hall. It opened, and was as spotless as when I left five hours ago. I got in followed by Ada and Leon who was looking at me with an odd expression.

“What?” I murmured, again lost for words. I was starving again.

“How did you survive for so long by yourself?”

The question took me back. “What do you mean?”

“How the hell do people get that lucky?” He was saying it so calmly, but his eyes raged.

“Hey! She relied on skill! She found stuff, survivors gave her stuff! We all did.” Ada was practically yelling.

I felt five again, listening in to my best friend Niichole’s parents argue about her. Her parents were only together for her.

“I wasn’t picking on her, Ada. I just, don’t want to be one of only five people that survived. What I meant was ‘why are we so lucky?” His eyes had a different rage this time-an apologetic rage.

 “We’re part of something bigger. Maybe we’re supposed to bring whoever is behind this down.” I shrugged and wished I had stood quiet. Leon smiled a bright smile, and hugged me tightly.

“And they say I’m the optimist.” He laughed and my heart raced. Ada smiled as he hugged her too.

“I’ll protect you too.” he said to her.

Our somewhat generic-happy-awkward moment ended when the elevator stopped abruptly and sent us skyrocketing up and down.

We all screamed, scratch that, I screamed-. Ada and Leon yelled - Leon louder than Ada, only because she had more training- and clung to the metal bars that lined the small golden colored elevator cart. The lights turned on and off. The bar Ada was desperately clinging to snapped and my arm shot out and caught her. It eventually stopped, and the door opened. The only problem was it stopped halfway at the top, meaning we had to climb up to the hall. We sat down for a few seconds, shaken and bruised, our lungs pleading for air. I climbed up wordlessly first, ignoring Leon’s protests. Ada followed and Leon brought up the rear. I pulled out the cardkey in my back pocket and swiped it, waiting for the beep-beep of the door as it swooshed open. Leon’s eyes grew wide as he spied the wall full of gun racks that I left open.

“Take whatever.” I said heading into my room. Ada ran after me.

“Cooper.”

I spun on my heels. “Wong.”

She placed a hand on my shoulder and spun me around, “Walk.”

We walked the remaining way to my bedroom and I yanked open the door roughly.

Closing the door behind us, she sat on the edge of my bed. “Spill, Cooper. Have you been in contact with him?”

I bit my tongue as I rummaged through my drawers, looking for a change of clothes and a brush. I glanced in the mirror at her before looking at my own reflection.

 Ada wasn’t old. Older than Leon and myself, yes, but not old. She was skinny, really skinny, but she still had her feminine curves. Curves I tried to hide. Her hair was short, black, barely fell past her ears. Her brown eyes meant business.

“Yeah, I saw him. He threw me, duh.” I rolled my eyes and pushed into my bathroom. I made to take off my shirt when I saw her behind me.

 “I’m worried about you.” I couldn’t believe she said that. Even after watching her lips move to the words, I found it hard to believe they came from her.

“He could kill you. What does he want from you anyway?” she was now leaning against the bathroom door.

“Classified, Wong.”

“I’m serious June.”

I sighed, “I’m his little experiment, remember?”

Ada looked away. Her brow furrowed and she sniffed a bit.

I raked my brush through my hair and my stomach rumbled.

“Hungry?” Ada asked.

I smiled, “Aren’t I always?”

 I felt the breeze as the door opened and closed.

Minutes later , Leon entered shyly, looking around and resembling a small child in a candy store. He smiled brightly at me, and it wasn’t just a mouth smile. The thing I liked about Leon was that he smiled with his eyes.

“Nice top.” He noted, eyeing my wife beater styled Kevlar top with the initials ‘R.P.D’ across the back. I smiled.

“Thanks.” He nodded and lay down on my bed.

“Who’s this?” Leon asked after a moment’s silence. I turned to him and looked at what he was holding. An olive colored picture frame. Inside was a picture of my sister April and I when we were little. I had on one of my trademark headbands and short, ear length brown hair and a green summer dress. April had her bright blonde hair in pigtails and a fluffy pink dress on. We both were smiling widely. I was seven and she was ten. That was the last happy year of my life.

“My sister, April.”

“She left?”

“College at Georgetown .”

 Ada knocked on the door, “Food.”

Leon got up and opened the door for her while I picked out a black headband with a silver star on it. I slipped it on and a fresh pair of converse, before dumping the contents of my bag on the bed.

Guns spilled out, along with gauze, First aid sprays and herbs. I gave the bag one last shake when my blackberry spilled out. State of the art wasn’t even on the market yet. And it vibrated.

Luckily, Leon’s radio hissed at the same time, so I just pocketed the small phone.

“Leon , how the hell are we supposed to get upstairs?” Claire hissed. I missed her.

“No clue. Wait for us at DepSec.”

“Claire and Sherry out.”

There was a knock at the front door, so I offered to go get it.

 I didn’t bother to peer through the peep-hole. Reason for that was the door exploding, and me getting yanked out by my hair.

I screamed. I fought back: with tooth and nail, foot and fist. I was yanked up to a cruel and unfriendly face.

“Shut up.” Wesker growled in his metallic voice.

“Let her go, ya’ dick!” Leon screamed from somewhere behind us. Wesker threw me to the side.

“I’d advise you not to get involved with affairs that do not concern you, Mr. Kennedy.”

“Come here, you jerk. I’ll throw you around for a while.” Leon bit back. I winced. His bravery was sure to get him killed.

Wesker, on the other hand smirked as Ada walked out. I watched her swallow hard as she stepped behind Leon and stabbed into his neck with a hypodermic needle.

“Wha-Ada? Wuh-why?” I watched him crumble, his legs collapsing from under him.

“Sorry.” she mumbled walking over to Wesker’s side.

 “Sample?” he asked, holding out his hand.

“You bitch!” I roared, throwing myself at her feet. I brought her down with me.

“You lying, bitch. How dare you hurt him? He cared for us! He really cared! You used us you sadistic whore!” I screeched, pounding my fists weakly against her back.

“He cared cause he didn’t know what you were.” Wesker said, one slender, fiery eyebrow shooting up.

 Ada shrugged me off her. “I couldn’t get the sample cause of Nancy Drew here.”

 
He looked at her now. “My, my. I do have a task for you on the other hand.”

She nodded.

“Find Sherry and bring her to me. She must have a sample. Eliminate anyone if necessary.”

She tried to hide her grin as she walked down the hall, “Yes, sir!”

I kicked Wesker. “Hey asshole, if anything happens to Claire, I will personally assassinate you.”

He kicked me back, swiftly, in the stomach. I screamed out in pain.

“Shut up. Your boyfriend here will need saving.”

The hunters busting through the elevator doors was enough motivation to high tail my ass and Leon into my penthouse.

I could just barely hear Wesker’s laughter over the roaring and death.

Aftermath, by Nakamie A. Anonymouse...told from the P.O.V of June Cooper, a 16 year old Raccoon City survivor.

 Raccoon City, 1998

 Detritus flies through the air. The air is cold and damp. It reeks of death. It looks like a war field. A light mist sprinkles down, bodies litter the streets. The dirty, barely visible streets. This was home just yesterday. But this epidemic spread quicker than ever imagined, and soon the villains were disguised as our saviors. Buildings, stores and homes...in shambles. The windows broken, jagged pieces of glass sticking out in haphazardous angles. Bullet shells hide next to the open doors of police vehicles. Rounds that were not effective. There isn’t a sound but the white noise being emitted from the countless forgotten radios and televisions, yet it’s still eerily quiet. The rain makes no noise as it falls down slowly, but it leaves a thin mist. There are cars crowding the road, abandoned by desperate civilians who attempted to escape. The yellow barriers have been knocked over, a helicopter abandoned. The few survivors hide in their homes, fearing for their lives, trying to stay alive till morning, when ‘help’ comes. I don’t have to hide. Or wait. They can’t touch me, or hurt me. Sometimes they don’t even realize I’m here. Humans think I’m extremely fortunate to escape unharmed, but it’s because I’m not entirely human anymore.

 I walk alone, a gun in my hand, a small black handgun. Unnecessary for my safety, imperative to save others. I stroll with a quick haste, not to draw attention from wandering eyes. It’s truly a curious sight. I’m tall for sixteen. Dressed too fancy for this city. My swagger is too confident. They walk past me, stumbling and bumping into me. My grey and baby blue sweater fails to provide warmth, it’s far too damp. My slacks are torn at the bottoms, my converse muddy. My pale blue shirt stained with blood. My fingerless gloves are stained and hurting my hands. I’m missing an earring; my deep chestnut hair is wispy and curly. I look a mess. I’m starving and thirsty. And suddenly scared.

 There is a police car coming towards me, I see in it a guy and a girl. They can’t see me from behind a stray car. But I can see them clearly. A giant beep from a car startled me, and as I peered down the street, I could see a semi swirling out of control. Right towards the police car, who was swerving left and right itself. I ran out of the way when the police car hit a lamppost and a zombie flew out of the back. The girl got out of the passenger side of the car as the semi hit the police car with a loud, earth shaking, window shattering explosion. The girl looked over the side of the wall of fire that stood between us and the guy on the other side.

“Hey! I’ll meet you at the police station!” the guy screamed from the other side of the fire. The girl on my side of the flames nodded.

“Alright! Be safe, Leon !”

 “You too, Claire.”

 I had a choice to make. I could either make my presence known, or I could continue on my own. But, I could really help these two get to the station. Last time I was there, it was doing fine. And with the fading footsteps, I decided to make myself known.

“H-hey!” I said my voice hoarse and scratchy from not talking in a while.

 The girl spun around and looked my direction.

 “Hello? I’m Claire! Is there anyone there?” she asked, coming closer with a knife in her hand.

“Hello, Claire. I, I’m June!” I said, just loud enough for her to hear me. I walked out from behind the car that provided me momentary shelter with my hands up.

“Hey June. Are you alone?” she asked trying to see behind me. I frowned.

“We are never alone.” and with that I spun on my heels and shot a hole right between a zombie’s eyes.

“Whoa! What the fuck?” Claire yelled, kicking the one closest to her and pulling out a gun from a bag she had.

The yellow, red and orange flames licked around us, even at our distance. Claire was barely visible and the silhouettes of more creatures approaching made my heart beat slower. I was becoming fearless with every passing minute. The viruses within me were affecting me at a fast rate. I had to get Claire out of here.

“Claire! Come on, we gotta go!” I motioned for her to follow me, and I covered her as she reloaded.

We zigzagged towards a door at the end of an alleyway and eventually found ourselves in a small office. I bolted the door closed and forced open the fridge.

 “Hungry?” I asked guzzling down some orange juice and munching on a sandwich I had left there earlier. I finally got the chance to look at Claire. She was awfully pretty, with chestnut hair in a ponytail and pretty, determined eyes. They changed a bit, so I couldn’t place a color on them, but they were mostly blue. She was wearing a deep pinkish-reddish biker jacket and matching shorts and deep brown boots.

Just in case she hadn’t heard my offer, I extended the sandwich towards her. She just looked at me, a stern look on her face. A familiar look. Where had I seen it before?

 “What?”

 “What are they? What are you doing here? How long have you been here?” while she rambled on, I finally was able to figure out where I saw that look before.

 “Wait...you’re Claire Redfield!” I exclaimed, as I shut the door to the fridge.

I kicked open the door in the back of the office and searched it quickly before climbing up the stairs. Claire quickly followed another question on her tongue.

 As we clambered to the roof, I turned to face and answer her questions.

 “They,” I paused dramatically here, “are zombies. My family owns the top floor of the Hystoriatt Hotel, and we lived here, but moved out a week ago. I was picking up the rest of my stuff. I’ve been here since two days ago. And I know your brother. What are you doing here?” I rambled, trying to find the police department.

 “Really? Do you know where he is? That’s why I’m here, to find him! I ran into Leon and then you!” she chirped, her now brown eyes shone with hope.

My heart sank. “No, sorry, but I don’t know where he is.”

 “Oh.”

“Yeah, come on, I have a friend in town that can help us.”

I jumped down easily, thanks to my years of gymnastics, yet Claire needed the assistance of the dumpster. I ran down the street into Kendo’s Gun Shop.

“Kendo! Give us crap now!” I yelled as I tore through the heavy doors, startling the man behind the counter who had his crossbow aimed at us. Claire shut the door behind us and put her hands up.

“June is she safe?” he asked, spying Claire.

“Yeah, dude. Gimmie some metal and lead. Claire, take what you’d like!” I told her, ripping guns off shelves and stuffing them and their ammo into my tote. Claire shoved some into her book bag as well as Kendo just stood there and rolled his eyes.

 “Assault gun, Ken.” I demanded, my arm outstretched.

He rolled his eyes again, and tossed me a slightly heavy black case. “Want grenades with that, babes?”

I stuck my tongue out, and Claire said “Yes. We do want grenades.”

Kendo frowned and picked up a box that was on the ground next to him. I clipped them to a tactical belt around my waist, and Claire did the same, although she was shaking.

“What’s wron-” I was cut off by the bursting of glass.

The window closest to Kendo was destroyed as arms with barely any skin on them reached for him. They poured in and grabbed at him. I let out a few rounds and Claire just looked away. We both knew that Kendo was a lost case. I closed my eyes as they ripped him apart, his screams filled the air. I heard the tearing of flesh, the noises they made as they ate it. It all stopped suddenly when the shuffling of the feet began to come closer. They were on the move again, and Claire was their next meal. Said girl let out well placed bullets, if she were taking down a human.

“Claire, destroy the brain! Shoot the head!” I yelled over the gun fire and the zombies’ moaning.

“Oh yeah.” she said, her eyes glowed with realization as she hit them the right way.

“We’ve gotta go!” I grabbed her hand and half dragged her to the bock door, we kicked it open and tore down the path, reloading as we went. There was a truck and a few other zombies there, but these were different.

 “Crimson Heads!” I whispered to Claire as we hid behind the truck.

They hadn’t spotted us yet.

“Crimson heads...they run really fast and have these claws that hurt like hell.” I repeated. She nodded, scared. I snuck a peek back over, and not shocking to me, they were breaking down a door.

“Come on, our way out.” I didn’t wait for her to answer as I stood up and let my instincts take over. I had just entered the government agent academy, and I had been shooting for years. It felt relieving...natural. Claire was pretty good too, yet again, her brother was a S.T.A.R.S all star. He was one of the best ones there...he and Wesker. I felt it, I felt myself stop shooting as a crimson head rushed towards me. Wesker. Eight years ago... when he started to abuse me, use me. Lie to me...torture me. I felt it all coming back.

“June!” Claire screamed, kicking the now downed crimson head. She shook me with one hand, and I came out of my nightmare. I kicked its head in.

“What the hell just happened?”

“I don’t know. Come on, we can go now!”

We ran through a basketball court, ignoring every zombie we passed. It was easy for me, but I could sense Claire’s uneasiness. One grabbed my leg and I nearly tripped. It reared its ugly head and went for my leg, mouth open. I was somehow able to keep my balance, while Claire placed a shot right to the back of its head, into the exposed brain. It let me go, and went through some spasms before the brain exploded. It was nothing too dramatic, though, we were left dry and stainless.

“Much appreciated, Claire.”

“Ha-ha, you sound like my brother...and it was no problem.” she said slowly, smiling anyway. I smiled back, but not a smile of pity.

It was then that we started for a door to our right, when I began to think about that man in the car with her...was he alright?

 “Hey, Claire?”

 “Hmm?”

 “Who was that guy with you?”

 “Oh, that was Leon. He was coming in for his first day of work. Pretty horrible first day, eh?”

 “Tell me about it.”

 A bus sat in front of us, our only way to the station was to climb in through the back and leave through the front.

 “Me first.” I announced, holding a mini flashlight over my handgun, and walked in cautiously. Every seat we passed, there was someone there, with a hole in their heads. I checked the bag of one of the guys, and found an herb. Those were special little plants that could heal almost anything. If mixed correctly. The guy opposite of him had a handgun and some ammo, which I gave to Claire. My tote was getting heavy. The rest of the search was fruitless, no monsters, no more useful stuff. Through the front window, I could see the station’s blue beaming lights.

 We rushed out the door of the bus and leapt up the steps leading to the station. It was barren and desolate outside. I pushed open the right door and she opened the left. We were in a large white space, with a giant statue in front of us. It smelled of death. The walls were stained red. The second level, which was accessible from the large staircase to the left, had a few dimmed light bulbs.

 “Leon ?” she called, climbing up the small steps.

 “heh-help.” cried a small masculine voice.

 Claire ran to the left of the statue in the middle of the hall. I followed her, cautious.

 “Marvin?” I exclaimed rushing to the injured cop. He was leaning against the wall, clinging desperately to life.

 “Hey, juh-june.” he shivered.

 “What happened?”

 “Nothing, jus-juh-just those thi-things. Here,” he said, holding out a blue colored Card Key. “Now leave, or I’ll shoot ya.” he managed a smile. Claire took it and headed towards the door. I nodded at him, and went after her. She opened it and we rushed through. We both spun around quickly as the door locked.

 “What the...?” I said, turning to Claire.

 She just shrugged.

I walked past Claire, taking the lead as we strode down the brightly lit hallway. There were two doors here, double doors, which we opened up with the key Marvin gave us.

 We were in one of the main offices, neat little desks sat in rows obediently. We sot and picked open every desk we could. We looked up when a skhh-shkk-suuuhhh noise broke the silence. We glanced of each other and stood quickly. I turned to a door when Claire gasped sharply. I spun around too quickly, I was disoriented and dizzy for a while, but I could still make out the shape of the creature that was climbing past and on the window.

 A licker.

 “Come on, that thing could break through.”

 With that, we rushed through a door and turned a bend. Lying on the floor was a decapitated cop. I placed my hand on my heart. There was also a pool of blood in the center of the hall. Cautiously, I motioned for Claire to follow. Suddenly, the ceiling collapsed, and a licker fell through. It opened its large mouth, and saliva dripped out.

“Oh my.” Claire breathed, pulling out the bow gun that she had taken.

 “The head, and quickly if you will.” I said, pointing my own handgun at the ugly, pink, fleshy creature. It looked like a combination of a human and a frog, it stood on all fours, instead of hands and feet, there were webbed things. The back of the head looked like an exposed brain.

 “What is it?” Claire asked me, shooting the creature twice in the head. It let out a strangled screech and fell.

 “Licker: its tongue is about two feet long and strong enough to take off your head.”

 What I found positively curious was the fact that Claire wasn’t asking me how I knew what these things we called. Did she think I was making them up?

We went on even more wary than before, doing full sweeps of every turn and cranny.

 I led her to the stairs, skipping every door I could. I wanted to go to the S.T.A.R.S office; I wanted to ... see him?

 I knew who-sat-where in this room: Chris, Jill, Barry and Forrest on one side, Rebecca, Enrico, Richard, and Frost on the other side. I didn’t care for any of this at the moment, so instead I headed towards the office at the back. The door was closed, and read “Wesker’s Office.”

 My heart sank.

 “Claire,” I said my hand on the knob. She was hovering over Chris’ desk, and on it was a picture of him and her. My heart sank even further. Wesker betrayed Alpha team, he was with Umbrella, and I was 100% sure that they were responsible for this viral outbreak. They were responsible for making me. And maybe he’s still here in the city, looking for me.

“Yeah?” Claire’s calm voice broke me out of my thoughts.

 “I’m going to look around in here...he was the captain, maybe there are clues.” I offered, bowing my head a bit.

“Please do, anything would help right now!”

 “Right.”

 I turned the knob, pushed the door open, and closed it behind me. On Wesker’s desk, there was a box, and on it a note.

 I got butterflies in my stomach. I knew it was for me.

“Dear heart,

Consider this a present. I have no doubts that you have succeeded to survive. And I don’t hove qualms that you comprehend what is occurring. Jill, Rebecca, Chris and Barry survived the mansion. I also have a friend of yours roaming around here. Let her fulfill her mission and make sure it reaches completion. I’ll be in touch.

Wesker.”

 It mode me sick, yet happy. They survived. Yet so had he. And this friend of mine? Could it be? Claire knocked on the door, and I crumpled up the note and tossed it in the trash.

 “I found this box, wont to open it together?” I asked, while opening the door for her. She smiled.

“Sure”

 We cut it open carefully, and in it sat a miniature rocket launcher.

“Holy crap.” I breathed.

 “Whoa. This is even better than what I found.” she said with a grin, holding up some ammo and herbs. And this.” she said, holding out a picture to me. I took it carefully from her hand.

 It was a picture of S.T.A.R.S and I. I was in front of Wesker, who once again failed to smile and hid behind his black sunglasses. Next to me was Rebecca, who was only two years, my elder. Chris and Jill were next to her, and Frost, Enrico, Barry and Forrest finished it off.

 “Thanks.” I said

 “No problem, come on, I found a key ring.”

 I nodded and smiled, she had more enthusiasm than I. maybe I lost my drive? Or maybe hope fueled her. Hope I didn’t quite have.

 I left the room after Claire, and a familiar looking little girl streaked past us, screaming at the top of her lungs. A zombie followed her, and I tried to place a shot, but I missed and nearly hit her.

“Don’t shoot! We’ll dust have to hope for the best.”

 “Damn.” I said, as Claire opened the door.

 “Oh my god!” she gasped, running inside. I turned quickly but could see nothing at first. I walked in.

 “Claire?”

 “Oh June, look! I found Leon !” she yelled back, dragging the man by his arm into the light.

 “Who is that?” he asked his voice deep. I looked up into his eyes, and kind of regretted it. They were a brilliant shade of cerulean, but that wasn’t what made my heart flutter. His fierce eyes betrayed the rest of his face, which was filled with strong features and a bright grin. He was young, older than I, but he was over eighteen. He looked pretty well built, even though those R.P.D uniforms betrayed your eyes. He had an especially boyish haircut; it looked nice on his hair, which was a dark shade of dirty blonde.

 “R.P.D?” I asked, not really letting my guard down. He was cute, but could still be dangerous.

 “Yeah, first day.”

 “Oh! You’re Leon S. Kennedy! I remember reading your file!” I realized, frowning. The picture didn’t do him justice.

“You read my file?”

 “Yes sir. I was S.T.A.R.S’ honorary junior member. I read the files. By the way, I’m June. June Cooper.”

 “June, eh? That’s a pretty name.” he winked at me, but Claire didn’t notice.

 I blushed furiously. “Whatever, grandpa.”

  Claire laughed behind her hand as she sat down on a box, trying to regain her composure.

 “Grandpa? I’m only twenty-one!” he said, pretending to be astonished.

 Claire cleared her throat. “Uh, if you’d excuse me I would love to get to know each other even more, but ah, we need to figure out what’s going down here.”

“Right. I haven’t figured out anything.” Leon sighed with a shrug.

 I really wanted to help these two.

 “I think Umbrella is behind this.’ I said suddenly. It spilled out of my mouth before I could stop it.

“Umbrella? The pharmaceutical manufacturers? Why?”

 “All this weird crap began going down over near the Arkley mountains, where there is a so-called secret Umbrella factory thingy in the Spencer mansion. Some people were talking about it in the office before this happened. Sounded stupid then, and still sounds rather odd now. It’s nothing but a guess.” I spilled out random half-truths.

 “A good one to me, seeing as we have nothing else to go on.”

 “Yeah. I can’t believe this. I hope they didn’t get Chris...”

“Still haven’t found him?” Leon asked, walking over to Claire. I looked down.

“No.” she mumbled. I let out a sigh, and both of them looked up at me.

“Claire and I will go one way, and you the other.” I suggested, causing Leon to let out an “Oh!” and reach into his navy blue jacket that matched his navy blue R.P.D uniform.

I raised an eyebrow in his direction.

“I’ve got...a radio” he struggled to say while pulling the thing from deep within his coat. He handed it to me, and with a quick ‘Keep in touch, kay?” he walked briskly out of the room.

I turned the thing over in my hand, it was still warm. I fought down a blush, and laughed instead when his voice rang over the tiny thing’s speakers.

“Hey girls, I hope you’re okay, and didn’t manage to get eaten thirty seconds after I left ya’ll.

‘Shush please, Leon . We can handle ourselves.”

“Alright. Be safe, Leon out.” his kind voice and the white noise stopped, and I felt a little alone.

“Aye-aye captain.” Claire said, and the two of us smiled. We straightened out ourselves, gathered our belongings, dawned serious looks and climbed up a rusty metal ladder in the back of the room. I went first and landed on an empty hallway, lined with large windows. In the little lighting provided by the moon and streetlights, I could make out the silhouettes of birds.

“That knife of yours would be really handy right now.” I advised her, stepping into the eerie hallway, while pulling out my awn from my bag. I was still looking at the knife that was attached to her shirt with Velcro on the shoulder when her hand wrapped around the Velcro, pulled off the knife and held it defensively in front of her. I mimicked her stance and braced myself.

 There was a loud chorus of vicious crowing as the glass from all the windows broke, and in swooped the crows. Their black feathers were stained red and they came at us, mouths open, claws ready. I yelled to Claire “Run!” and we tore down the hallway, swinging our knives hap hazardously, hitting some birds in the process. Claire ripped open the door at the end of the hallway and shoved me through. We ended up at the top of a building, our clothes torn. My sweater was totally ruined, so I ripped it off. It was suddenly very cold, and eerily quiet. I looked over at Claire. This could not be good.

There was a man on the ledge of the building talking into a phone, and I felt my blood turn cold. I knew him. Wesker.

He turned his head to the side slightly, his slicked back blonde hair catching the light of the moon, and glowing. He had a pair of aviator sunglasses on, at night, mind you. I caught a glimpse of his eyes, and they weren’t their usual cold blue, they were a fiery orange-gold color. Very fierce. He had been reborn.

My blood suddenly turned hot, it boiled. I was pissed. What was he doing here? How many lives would he continue to take? My eyes burned, filled with tears. He turned to look at me, and his thin lips flirted with a smirk. A cold, soulless smirk.

“June.” He purred, and in an instant, he was walking around Claire and me.

Fuck off.” I growled, protecting Claire’s body with my own. He laughed harshly, it sounded like ice being scraped on the floor. He walked over to the side of the building, and reached over the side. A wail cut the thin air and my heart pounded in my ears.

“Sherry.” I mumbled, as he lifted up a little girl by the collar of her dress. If anything, this is when L’esprit de l’escalier came into play. Remembering something when it was too late. The little girl that zoomed past us in the hallway was Sherry Birkin, someone whom I was all too familiar with. I felt the vial around my neck burn my chest. Could this be the T-virus that she dropped yesterday? Was this what Wesker was after?

“Let her go!” Claire spoke up for the first time in five minutes, her voice strong. I turned to her, and met her eyes.

“June, you know this sicko? Tell him to let her go, she’s just a kid!” she grabbed my shoulders and shook them. My brain rattled in my skull.

“He won’t. And I don’t really know him.” I said in a very small voice. A truth and a lie. Claire’s eerie blue eyes poured out desperation into the shriveled up black seed that was my heart.

“Wrong, dear heart.” Wesker whispered into my ear, and in the flash of an eye, he threw Sherry at Claire and grabbed my wrist. He pulled me effortlessly, even though I was fighting back. My eyes must have been piercing red.

“June!” Claire screamed, jumping back as a Hunter pounced between she and I.

“Claire!” my throat burned, my eyes watered. With one hand, Wesker threw me across three buildings. I crashed into a wall with a sickening splat, and it was lights out for me.