It's untitled for now. This story is a reboot of a previous fanfiction I really enjoyed writing, but ultimately ended up being dissatisfied with.(Meaning I stopped writing when I was almost finished *LESOB*)

This story contains:
Gratuitous violence; Strong and Frequent Coarse Language; Original Characters; Explosions; Zombies and Sexy Ladies Kicking ass(eventually).

I hope anyone who reads this enjoys it~
(Also, if anyone spots any typos or weirdness going on, please point it out~ I take pride in proper grammar.)

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Her aching legs carried her along in a blur, the scene of chaos fading into oblivion as she bounded down a wrecked hallway. There was no time to catch her breath, to feel anger or even think. But all she could do was run, and for that, she hated herself. 'No', she screamed inwardly in a moment of clarity. She hated the ones that were the cause of all the grief she'd faced. And she wasn't about to let them get away scot-free.

Chapter 1

July 25th, 2012
3:47 PM
La Primavera, Guatemala

The day had been long and hot, the sticky tropical air clinging to her skin with a vengeance. Mei Phan wiped the sweat and damp hair from her brow with the backside of a gloved hand, casting the small girl before her a smile. The girl was dirty and bruised, clinging to an old ragdoll with only the slightest of smiles returned to Mei. A breeze kicked at the dirt floor of the canvas tent when the translator Miguel stretched in his seat.

He looked to Mei, shrugging. "She's too scared. I don't think she's going to be talking with us, Bella Dama."

Mei cocked her head to the side, elbows propped up on her knees. "You know, I might not know much Spanish, but I know enough to hear you hitting on me." She pointed at him with contempt. "So just stop it, mister suave." He held up his hands defensively, eventually sighing with defeat.

Mei gazed out of the open tent front at a small group of villagers, both young and old, quietly resting in the heat of the day. Their gazes were distant and forlorn, and it wasn't a surprise. They'd all been through hell less than forty-eight hours prior. The people in front of her were the lucky ones, however; their peaceful village had suffered heavy casualties when they were attacked by a known guerrilla warfare group.

What made this savage act of violence different, however, was the fact that they'd not used a single gun in the attack.

Chemical agents were were the destruction of choice. The village of nearly two-thousand had been decimated by the weapons, and before help could arrive, nearly one-thousand inhabitants had already succumbed.

Mei bawled her fists tightly, feeling the anger well up in her once more. If only they'd gotten there sooner. . . . No. She crushed the thought before she even finished it. The toll the chemical agents took on a person was almost a guaranteed death sentence, but giving up on the ones still suffering was not an option. A shadow crossed in front of her followed by a lumbering man in army fatigues. The assault rifle in his hands was old and battered, but he took good care of it. Mei still thought it reeked of oil, though.

Following the man was a lanky woman wearing loose fitting clothes emblazoned with the 'Terra Save' logo. She removed her glasses, massaging the bridge of her nose, obviously fighting back the urge to sleep.

"There's been no change, Mei." The woman readjusted the glasses on her nose before continuing. "It's unlike anything I've ever seen personally. And those villagers. . . my god. . . ."

"They keep getting worse? Yeah, I know, Louise." Mei replied coldly. "I'm guessing headquarters still has no idea what instigated the attack, either." The woman standing over her nodded.

"They're as lost as we are."

That's when it happened; There was a loud crack that shattered the silence of the camp and Mei realized she was covered in bright red. She blinked a few times, staring at the red misty stains on her arms and chest when Miguel fell to a crumpled heap in the dirt, a messy wound on the back side of his head. Without a moment to lose, Mei grabbed the small girl on the exam table and dove to the ground as the camp erupted into a frenzy of screams and continuous gunfire.

The sounds of bullets whizzing overhead and the shredding of fabric gave way to a sharp ringing in her ears. Still cradling the girl in her arms, Mei was bent over her to protect her from most of the chaos. She watched as the soldier returned fire to an unseen attacker, taking cover when he needed to reload. He fumbled with the cartridge, cursing repeatedly until the cartridge clicked into place. He spun around on his heel, still crouched, and just as Mei was hopeful he'd help end the attack, her blood ran cold as she saw him jerk violently.

He fell backward, arms dramatically flailing out, losing grip on his machine gun. The weapon slid across the dirt and was just a meter from Mei. She pushed the girl into the arms of Louise, snatching up the gun as a guerrilla man stepped into the entryway of the tent. He froze when he saw Mei aiming down the barrel of the rifle, pure fury in her eyes.

She squeezed the trigger and the bullets flew into their attacker, ripping at his clothes, tearing into his flesh, slamming into his bones. . . . He dropped dead before her very eyes.

It wasn't over yet. There was a bright flash and a push, and for a good long while, Mei heard nothing but her own heartbeat and saw nothing but a blinding white fog. She felt dirt at her back and a vicious sun searing into her flesh, and when her vision began to clear she saw a thick wall of acrid smoke creeping towards her. There was another bright flash, but she felt it more than anything. Panic coursed through her, there was no doubt in her mind the guerrilla group had used the same weapons as before, and now a toxic cloud loomed overhead.

She futilely struggled to move her limbs, but as the thick, burning smoke filled into her lungs, she realized that there was no point. She'd lost

And now she was going to die.

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THE BAY CHRONICLE AUGUST 6th 2012

STRANGE DISAPPEARANCES IN THE BAY AREA Over the past two weeks, officials have reported that three members of the non-profit organization 'Terra-Save' have gone missing in the days after a failed relief effort in Guatemala. Terra-Save has announced their concern on the matter, stating that their disappearances are directly related to the recent events. The situation is still under investigation, and anyone with information regarding the whereabouts of: Mei Phan(28), Louise Parker(44) and Miguel Spears(38) are urged to call San Francisco PD and the National Bioterror Hotline immediately.

Daniella Perry, The Bay Chronicle

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August 13th, 2012
7:08 PM
BSAA Oceania Headquarters
Canberra, Australia

He stared at the photograph for a good long while, trying his damnedest to choke back the wave of nausea and anger welling up. Adalrico gripped the glossy piece of paper tightly, still in awe at the sight of her smiling face. It was haunting, considering the circumstances. He pocketed the photo and scooped up the dossier, thumbing through the papers once more. Each page only seemed to say the same thing, and he hoped and prayed they were wrong.

It was all there in print, however; each and every detail about the botched relief effort and eventual abductions, each name of the deceased and the missing. . . and there was her name. 'Mei Phan'. A shiver ran deep through his spine. He dropped the papers onto glass tabletop, waiting for silence to end for action to begin.

The door behind him opened and a familiar, deep, bellowing laugh followed. His suspicions were confirmed as the boisterous Hermes Rocco marched into the room, his angular face contorted into a grimace as he continued to laugh. A blushing young man tagged along, staring regrettably at the floor. "Oh, c'mon man. It wasn't that bad." He said sheepishly, stressing his southern drawl.

"HAH! Not 'that bad'? BULLSHIT!" Hermes let another round of laughter loose as he gripped his sides. "Greg, buddy. I hate to tell ya this, but DAMN. Your luck is absolute shit." The two men quickly fell into a short silence as they acknowledged the presence of Adalrico, both giving him a halfhearted salute. He didn't return the favour, instead focusing his attention back upon the papers.

"Your captain is late." The man said coolly, resting his elbows upon the metal table.

"Not quite yet, Sergeant." A voice came from behind, obviously Australian with its twang.

Adalrico lifted his head to see the steely blue eyes of Captain Geoffry Kingston, fully dressed in his BSAA Oceania fatigues. He nodded to Adalrico with a curt grin before taking a seat as two more men filled into the room. Probably Allistair and Mickey, Adalrico carelessly noted as he hadn't bothered to acquaint himself with Alpha team. Had no reason to, he figured.

As the group quieted down, a projection screen flickered to life, a live video feed greeting them with the exhausted smile of a platinum-blonde woman. "Hello, Alpha Team." She said quickly.

"Good evening, Director Valentine." Geoff called back with a tip of his head.

'So that's Jill Valentine. . . .' Adalrico listened closely as the woman continued to speak.

"I'd like to thank you on behalf of everyone here at HeadQuarters, and on President Benford's behalf as well. I'm sure you've all browsed the briefing file by now, so you're all well aware of the gravity of this operation." Digital copies of classified files flashed onto the screen beside the video feed as Jill continued to speak. "Your primary objectives are to find and capture Ren Liu Cheung," a photograph of a thin and unpleasant older Chinese man appeared on screen. ". . .suspected supplier of B.O.W's to the 14K Triad of Hong Kong and former chairman of Umbrella Shanghai, and the safe return of Terra-Save members Mei Phan"

A creeping sense of dread washed over him as he saw her photograph once more, feeling a twinge of regret as her photo was quickly replaced with that of another woman. ". . . and Louise Parker," Jill finished with a nod.

"Director Valentine," Gregory began, leaning forward in his seat. "Based on the encrypted files I intercepted a couple 'a weeks ago, it seems evident that there may be more captives held by Liu and his goons" He paused. "Sorry 'bout that, I meant 'hired hands'." Jill Valentine nodded.

"This is a likely scenario, in which case you'll act accordingly. Confirm their safety, then continue after Liu. Bravo team will aid the captives and provide backup if needed. Once Liu has been apprehended, we are to hand him over to the U.S. Government. Sergeant Vassiliadis will supervise the transfer."

A short silence filled the room. Adalrico could feel all eyes on him.

"However, there is the matter of weather to discuss." A radar/satellite image appeared, nearly filling the entire screen with the furious spiral of a typhoon. "Ren Liu Cheung was last spotted in Hong Kong in the district of Kowloon. This is likely the last we'll hear of him for some time, so it's important to act as soon as possible. . . but Typhoon Wukong will not make things any easier. It's projected to be a strong Category 2 on the Saffir-Simpson scale by the time it makes landfall, and all storm models seem to agree on where it's headed."

The radar/satellite image quickly faded into a high-resolution image of Hong Kong and Macau, the storm track predictions almost perfectly centered over the Pearl River Delta. "It's a slow tracking storm, so both Special Administrative Regions are preparing for severe flooding and damaging winds. This will be a hindrance to your search for Liu, but may also provide some cover."

"If we do our job right, Director, with all due respect, the storm won't be an issue." Geoff spoke calmly, shooting Adalrico an aside glance.

Jill Valentine grinned. "That's what I like to hear." All of the images faded as the video feed once again resumed use of the entire screen. "Alright gentlemen, that should cover the bases. Get some rest, though." She continued to grin as the video feed closed while the audio was unbroken.

"You leave in the morning."

***

August 10th 2012
1:55 AM
Kowloon, Hong Kong

Marianne Brothers tugged at the hem of her skirt, straightening out the wrinkles that were forming in the crisp gray fabric. Her heartbeat pounded in her chest, thudding in her ears. She fought back the urge to tremble, trying her damnedest to keep calm, but she was failing miserably. "Y-You said we had a deal!" Her voice cracked under the stress of the situation, and she warily eyed the man in the corner with a hand resting on a simple Glock 19.

"You said that if I did this, I'd get forty percent. . . in advance!" She held the hem of her skirt tightly, trying to hide the tremors in her arms. The older man of Chinese-descent simply stared her down, scowl on his face.
"Things change, Marianne." He said calmly, his English broken and thick with an accent. "Original plan did not work as. . . thought." The man crossed his legs, leaning back in the simple folding chair.

"We. . . pay you when weapons sold." After a tense moment of silence, he stood up abruptly, turning on his heel. "Until then." He added with a smirk. "Keep the good work." The two men left the room, letting the door slowly swing to a quiet close. Still gripping at the hem of her skirt, Marianne laughed quietly, body still trembling from anger. She walked to the window of the empty room slowly and watched as Ren Liu Cheung stepped outside.

The first rains of the distant storm began to softly pat the window pane when Liu climbed into the back seat of his car. Marianne's laughter grew louder before she fell silent.

"Liu, Honey? You just made a mistake."

***

'What kind of fool does he think I am?' Marianne thought as she stormed through the streets while they emptied, the patrons of Kowloon seeking shelter from the rains that were soaking her to the bone. Too livid to even notice the bright flashes of lighting from above, she continued her death march through the streets, trudging through the dirty puddles and gutters with only the vaguest sense of direction to guide her. In the distance, the lightning flashed from behind the grand Victoria Peak and she grinned darkly as a sudden thought struck her.

Why should she even let Liu reap any benefits from her work? Her dark grin only widened as savage ideas formed with the intensity of the growing storm. Why should Liu even have the comfort of thinking he was in charge? She stood in place, gazing towards the sky as a brief break in the rains came, all the while thunder crashed around her. In that moment, she silently vowed to make Liu's life a living hell.

Even if it cost her own life.

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End Chapter 1
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