Ada surveyed the creature in front of her. So far it hadn't noticed a single weaponless woman dressed in nurses scrubs out in the forest. That was possibly a point in her favor. Perhaps it had no extrasensory abilities like some of the creatures she'd come across. In her line of work, she'd killed some incredible creatures. If she had stopped long enough to think about it, the fact that they existed at all was amazing. Of course, if she'd stopped long enough to think about it, she would have been long dead. 

It wore tatters around its waist and shoulders. But other than that, it didn't carry any weapons. Its muscles rippled as it moved with astounding grace, the retractable claws in its hand stretching out as it reached above its head to touch the leaves of a tree. It was at least 9 or 10 feet tall. The face split into a demonic grin, as the jaws, filled with two rows of pointed teeth split the face almost evenly. The inky black eyes stood in sharp contrast to the smooth grey skin. It still had hair on the back of its head, that was white at the roots and a brunette at the top, betraying the human part that it had mutated from. 

Ada stepped on a stick. Suddenly the black eyes zeroed in on her, and her famous bravado deserted her. It couldn't see her yet, but it knew she was there, or something was there watching it. 

It crouched low, and Ada saw behind it the body of a guard, shredded and torn, weapons still attached. The long barrel of a sniper rifle looked like a Christmas gift to Ada, if only she could get to it. She didn't have a chance.

Voices sounded in the distance. The creature's attention switched to the others and Ada felt her life flash before her eyes. It dropped to all fours in a crouch and went silently into the brush. It was a full ten minutes before Ada could stop shaking long enough to go for the rifle.

She could move silently if she wanted to, but even with her capabilities, she was no match for that monstrosity. With trembling hands, she picked up every weapon the dead guard had been carrying, not caring if there was blood on it. She just wanted to get out of here. 

His chest had been sliced neatly open, as had his throat. He sported several puncture wounds. She doubted the guy had seen it coming.

Loaded she slowly stood full height, her ears straining. To survive she was going to have to shoot that thing from a distance. No one would be able to survive against it one on one. 

The voices in the distance turned to screams. Ada began to stalk her much more dangerous quarry.

Wesker's eyes narrowed and he glanced at Birkin. "I thought you said those were impenetrable."

"They are," said Birkin backing away. "Bullets can't get through...they were tested..."

The glass shattered as the creature shoved its way out in a way that suggested it had just about enough of being trapped. It smiled showing off its pointed teeth. Outside it stretched to its full height. Even taller than the Ustanak, which was 9 feet, it wasn't nearly as wide. The teeth resembled sharp pointed needles within an enlarged jaw with an opening that split the creatures face in half. The eyes were jet black with no iris that was visible. The fingers carried retractable claws which pulled back in with a snap as it moved with surprising speed and grace to the computers.

Ignoring every human in the room it moved to the computer and squatted in front of it rippling its muscles under the dark gray skin as it did so.

Jake like everyone else in the room looked up at the monstrosity in front of them but he was the first to come out of the trance.

Even the Ustanak had backed off the creature. Is it actually trembling? Jake thought as he backed behind the Ustanak towards the door. He looked towards Wesker and noticed him doing the same. Even Birkin had managed to move towards the exit. Although Birkin looked like he was going to be sick and was holding his stomach.

So far the Neman hadn't made a single threatening move towards anyone in the room, however, it was a nightmare to look at.

If Jake hadn't been so thoroughly affected by fighting B.O.W.s in his own life as a mercenary he probably would be standing in the lab still.

He was suddenly slipping out of the doors quietly, and when his back hit the opposite wall he started running for Sherry's cell as fast as he could. His gut said all hell was about to break loose.

Jake burst through the doors. The idea that the Neman had once been a half sibling was disgusting enough. He didn't like how Birkin had looked when Wesker asked him why Jake was different. Jake could sniff out guilt easily enough. His own mother had plenty of it, though she never explained to Jake the particulars, leaving him with just a note that his father would find him one day.

Well, he had, but Jake seriously doubted this was what she'd been expected or hoped for.

He bumped into a shorter woman waiting just outside the door. The red hair caught him off guard and his jaw dropped. "Mati???" He got out in his native tongue. The woman stared at him.

She pulled a hair behind her ear. "I don't think we've met." She put out a hand. "Anna." Even her accent spoke of Edonia.

Jake just stared, his mouth an "O" of surprise and he couldn't shake himself out of his stupor. Wesker may not have known about him.... But that hadn't stopped him from using his mother's DNA.

Anna dropped the hand. Her lab coat had several pens and pencils stuck in. Her blue eyes matched Jake's, and she had the same sharp chin he did. But she had a smaller nose that he didn't inherit. He was dumbfounded. That son of a bitch. She looked so much like his mother that he wondered if she'd been cloned or if she was a sibling.

Her gaze turned frosty. "If you aren't going to introduce yourself, get out of my way. I work here."

"Ah, Jake, I don't believe you've met Anna." Wesker had come out of the doors behind him. "Anna invented the memory overlay that I use. She's quite a genius." 

"That's my---" He started.

Wesker cut him off. "Jake I think you were on your way to see your wife. That's where we're all going. Anna? You too." His voice held a warning tone. Jake clapped his mouth shut but his legs felt like rubber. He turned back to see Anna staring at him, openly curious now. His mouth worked and he put a hand on the wall to steady himself. Wesker kept his gaze on him. "Anna, go ahead to the G-virus subject's room."

She nodded and moved forward.

"What the hell was that?" Jake finally got out, rounding on Wesker. Wesker only lifted an eyebrow.

"I see you are beginning to understand the scope of Project: Resurrection."

"The scope of it... Is that her?" He crossed his arms, hoping against hope that he didn't vomit all over the floor which was all he wanted to do right now.

"Jake." Wesker's voice brought him back to the present. "Go see Sherry." He turned around to see Birkin slowly edging out of the door behind him. 

He could only nod. His mind was racing. He couldn't process both of these things at the same time. Wesker had brought back Sherry's Father and his Mother.

He didn't remember making it to the room, only suddenly finding himself on his knees in the safe room where they kept Sherry and Anja. Sherry's arm wrapped around his shoulders tightly as he stared blankly in front of him. Anna was somewhere outside the door. She hadn't gone in, only dipped her head as Jake went by. He told himself she wasn't his mother, but he couldn't stop himself from shaking as he moved by her.

"Jake, what is it?" Sherry whispered into his ear. Anja was asleep.

"It's all kinds of fucked," He wrapped his arm around her in return. "Sherry... I just saw my mother out there. She's dead... She..."

"Shhhh, oh god, Jake." Sherry didn't know what else to say.

"She's dead," He whispered again to himself. She hadn't recognized him at all, but why would she? This woman had never even given birth, never went through the sickness, easily cured anywhere else. His mother had chosen to hide in a third world country rather than be found by Wesker again. What had she known?

Wesker was a sick bastard but he wasn't that sentimental... At least as far as Jake could figure out he wasn't. Jake had nothing to offer, but here he was. Wesker didn't need a successor, he had his cloning process...

...and yet, he'd brought back Jake's mother, fresh and beautiful before her illness.

Jake shuddered. What the hell is your game plan, old man?

Then the scream started, followed by thumps that Jake knew were bodies hitting the wall. A high pitch screech erupted in the same room.

Anna, Birkin, and Wesker entered the room behind him closing off the door and sealing them all inside.

"He let them out," Birkin said puffing behind Wesker.

"Who let WHO out?" Jake asked even though he already knew the answer. His only course of action now was to get Anja and Sherry out of here.

"The rest of the Nemans." Wesker supplied. Birkin still hadn't turned around he did so now, his eyes resting on Sherry.

"Is this the G-Virus subject?" He barely registered Sherry's gasp of shock, she covered her mouth quickly, Jake stood in front of her.

"Honestly," Jake ranted and jabbed a finger at Wesker. "You think you would have learned your lesson by now. This shit doesn't work. Quit while you're ahead."

"Ah, but it does," Wesker said. "There's always some risk involved in---"

"Save it," Jake snapped. "I'm getting Sherry and Anja away from those things."

"Sherry?" Birkin said turning pale. "My Sherry? My daughter, I thought you said she was dead." Birkin's eyes went wide as he realized who he was staring at. Birkin faced Wesker his hands forming fists.

"She's the G-Virus carrier?" He rounded on Wesker. "How? What happened?" He turned to Jake, his eyes blazed as he took Jake in. "And YOU let him marry my daughter?"

"Let is such a strong word," Jake crossed his arms. He stared daggers at Birkin. "You were dead too."

Sherry was staring at Birkin. "Dad?"

"Sherry?" Birkin couldn't quite get over the fact that this was his daughter. "How many years has it been exactly?" He rounded on Wesker again.

"A few," Wesker admitted. "William we really need to get out of here." Behind them both, Anna stood in shock. She moved next to Wesker and put a hand on his arm. It was an action of such familiarity that Jake's eyes narrowed. This was his mother before everything. She'd trusted Wesker and then something had happened...

Wesker put a hand over hers and then pushed away to deal with Birkin. 

Birkin moved forward with his arms open, Jake was about to move forward when Sherry moved past him but instead of the hug, he thought he was going to get she made a fist and punched him. "Don't you dare." She hissed at him as Anja started crying. "You're the reason I'm in this mess."

"What do you mean?" Birkin said rubbing his jaw, his eyes wide. "Sherry I would never have intentionally hurt you."

"YOU don't even know what you did! Where were you? What 15 years ago? Obsessing over your virus? It got you killed...and now you're going to just do it again?" Sherry stopped suddenly. "I've been chased and kidnapped by these people, because of YOU. You..." She struggled for a moment. "You turned yourself into a monster...and..." The words were painful. Her father had mutated, he was barely human when he'd caught her in Raccoon city, looking for similar DNA. He'd injected the virus into her body with his own tentacles, Sherry shuddered at the memory, wanting to vomit. She'd told Jake the sanitized version. She'd been "exposed." Exposed had been putting it lightly. She'd been impregnated by her mutated father, who had been obsessed with cultivating the virus in real life and in his mutated state obsessed with spreading it. He didn't care that it was his own twelve year old daughter. He'd pushed the tentacles in and implanted the virus inside of her, violating her in the worst imaginable way. "You violated me," Sherry whispered, each word punctuated with venom. Jake had never seen Sherry so angry. She had always been the cheery one, he had no idea she was carrying that inside. 

Jake's arms encircled her pulling her against his chest. . "Sherry, if you want to hit him again, now is not the time. Hell, I'll hit him for you. But we kind of need to get Anja out of here. He's not worth her life."

She stopped and struggled to get her emotions together resting her cheek against his chest, closing her eyes. Birkin turned away his own emotions wavering. He was experiencing his own form of shock. His daughter was old enough to be a mother, and married to Wesker's son? Someone he did not know existed until a few days ago? He did not know what to make of Sherry's accusations. 

"Perhaps if Ms. Bir- Muller needs a moment we can pack a diaper bag." Wesker interrupted in the maddeningly monotone voice he used. Birkin knew Wesker thought they were wasting time. And they were even if it was strolling down memory lane.

"I'll help." Anna came forward. Jake put up a warning hand and shook his head.

"I'll get it," he said coldly eyeing the scientists with disdain. He wanted to go hide in a corner himself. He just needed to keep it together for Sherry's sake at least. They'd both been hit with enough to drive a sane person crazy. He grabbed the gray bag and roughly shoved two handfuls of diapers inside. They hadn't been here very long and it had already gone to hell in a hand basket.

Interesting, Birkin studied Jake from across the room where he'd retreated. There was no love lost between father and son. Not that his daughter wanted anything to do with him right now. He wasn't sure what had happened, something perhaps that he didn't quite remember. Sherry's description had mortified him, but he couldn't picture actually injecting himself willingly with the G-virus, let alone spreading it to Sherry. What had happened?

"Sherry," Birkin tried again. He stepped forward and Sherry shrank back visibly into Jake. She retreated behind him, keeping Jake between them.

"Don't," she snapped. "You're not him. My father is dead."

Birkin backed away slowly. Wesker eyed him, impassively from behind his dark sunglasses. "If it makes you feel any better. Jake said something similar to me as well."

"What did you do Albert?" Anna asked coming to his side. She had no relationship to either of these people as far as she knew. Jake just couldn't' open his mouth to say anything directly to her. Wesker on the other hand...

"Yeah, because you're both such doting fathers, you'll make wonderful grandparents. Now fuck off," Jake snapped as he strapped Anja to his chest. "All of our lives would be much easier if you had just stayed dead. But you couldn't manage that either."

"Stayed dead?" Anna looked between the two of them. Jake had called her "Mati, mother," earlier in perfectly spoken Edonian. It had surprised her to be addressed as such to say the least from a complete full grown stranger.  She wondered what he'd gone through, perhaps he was suffering ptsd. He kept darting glances, he obviously didn't trust anyone besides his wife.

"I'm sorry," Birkin whispered, paler still. He clutched his stomach and started to dry heave.

Wesker moved to his side. "William what did you do?" His voice was too calm, but more than that, everyone turned to look at Birkin. Something was wrong.  There was an underlying threat under the surface. 

"I used the plaga sample we had." Birkin coughed again. "cultivated it for weeks when I was waiting for the G-virus carrier to get here." He looked at Sherry, "I didn't know it was you."

"And?" Wesker's voice betrayed a little of the impatience the rest of them felt. 

"I took half, and gave the other half to the Neman, after it was sedated."

"Just one?" Wesker was interested. His eyes narrowed as he took in this new possibility. 

"Just the one we had in the lab," Birkin stood, shedding his lab coat as he started to sweat. It never even dawned on him that he might not be able to control the plaga. Everything he'd read on it said it was fully controllable and anything with a subordinate plaga would be under your control..

"So in theory, you can control one?" Wesker said.

"In theory," Birkin said.

"Speak English or something I can get behind," Jake broke into their conversation wearing a baby strapped to his chest and a backpack full of supplies for her on his back. He looked so completely out of place that Sherry almost laughed hysterically.

"I'm sorry," she said to him ignoring the others, "Let's just get out of here."

"We're kind of weaponless at the moment," Jake replied looking over at Wesker, "what have you got here?"

A shrill cry rang out in the hallway behind them suddenly. Wesker flew to the wall next to the door, opened a panel and entered a code. The locks engaged from the inside out. Nothing was getting in.

"Are you kidding me?" Jake said grudgingly. "Trapped?"

Wesker shrugged. "You keep the things you care about the most in the safest place."

"Don't even go there," Jake snapped. "I'll still happily put a bullet through your forehead if given the chance."

Wesker turned to Birkin. "You see? Same problem." Jake clenched his fists, his arm muscles rippling as he turned away so he wouldn't have to respond.

The pounding on the walls that suddenly erupted outside the door closed all of their mouths. The screeching of the nails across metal suddenly sounded deliberate. They were being taunted by the Neman outside. Jake sank to his knees as nausea finally pulled on full force. He knew he needed to get a grip, accept reality but for once in his life, he couldn't shrug this off with a few curse words and go on with his day.  He vomited onto the floor, pitched to the right and everything went black, even as Sherry called his name, she sounded as if she was a hundred miles away.

The ground shook as the explosions shook the Arklay Forest. Leon stumbled against the closest tree in front of him. Jill put a steadying hand on him. Claire and Chris were doing the same.

"Some vacation, huh, Chris?" Jill grinned, part of her glad to be back in the game. The other part was itching to get Wesker in her sights. Just this once, she wanted him to go down easy.

Chris only laughed. "Looks like we're heading the right direction at least."

Leon nodded. The forest was burned in patches. Gray dust was stirring up obscuring some of their vision. But they were getting to more places that weren't burned. The fire had only gone so far.

"So the facility is underground?" Claire asked from behind them.

"Probably near the mansion, I understood the one that was located under the city was already destroyed." Chris shuddered. His experiences at the mansion had caused he, his wife, and later his sister to dedicate their lives to combating bio-organic weapons in different ways. Were they ever going to win?

He pushed the thought out of his head and followed Leon, crunching their way through the burned out woods.

Suddenly a growling sound came from behind them. When Chris turned around he caught a glimpse of gray fur, bloodied, pieces of skin falling in tatters. It was an infected wolf. He had run into infected dogs before and hated them. This was straight out of a nightmare.

What had once been a beautiful Arklay Mountain wolf was rapidly losing its fur and becoming a bloodstained toothy monster. Its sunken eyes were gray tinged with red as the blood drained from the eye sockets. The creature was frightening enough but then again another sound turned his blood cold and he turned around again his gun raised.

A high pitched call sounded. Leon heard it and knew it wasn't going to be something cute or fuzzy that would save the day.

"Shit...." Leon started as Claire gasped. Jill only raised her gun in response, her faster than normal reflexes taking over.

In front of them stood a creature that was taller than an Ustanak, but leaner and lither. It appeared to stand at least 10 feet tall. Its dark gray skin stretched over muscles, over which hung the tattered remains of clothes. Clothes that were the only testament to the fact that it used to be a man of sorts. The teeth were needlepoint and set in a jaw that split half of the head opened it opened its mouth and let out another all. The black eyes scanned them and the hands that hung at its sides clenched with a popping sounds as claws popped from the ends of the fingers. It crouched low in front of them for a moment. There was a scraggly mop of gray hair on its head.

They realized at the same time that the wolf and the bizarre creature were sizing each other up.

That's sad, Leon thought. We're not even considered dangerous to them.

He reached out and grabbed Claire's arm and began pulling her back with him. Nudging Chris as he edged by. Chris began to move with him. Jill followed suit, keeping up the rear, gun up. Chris hated to say it, but she was faster than he was, possibly stronger. He didn't argue with her position, even though he wanted to.

"Let's just assume this is like Raccoon City all over again and expect the unexpected," Leon whispered as they hit a tree.

Suddenly Leon's foot trod on something that felt like metal. His boot clanged against it and he glanced down in surprise. Lab Emergency Exit was etched into the circular cover.

In front of them, the wolf leaped at the creature's torso, with a flash of claws the wolf's sides were shredded. This didn't bother the wolf at all as arms sprouted from its sides immediately. It snarled and decided to go back for round two. The gray monstrosity was unfazed.

"Always go for the head," Leon muttered to himself as he watched them. The creature's face snapped towards him and Leon suddenly wondered if it had understood him. It moved faster than a licker, another creature Leon hated with a passion. 

The black eyes narrowed on the wolf again and this time when the mutated wolf leaped, it brought its claws down on top of the wolf's neck. The head severed and the body immediately dropped. It began to shake and spasm before dissolving completely.

By this time Chris had gotten the panel open and pushed Claire onto the ladder. Jill was underneath her taking the lead to make sure nothing was down at the bottom.

"Go," he said and climbed down after Claire turning to Leon. "Come on!"

Leon never made it to the ladder. The creature was upon him suddenly and hoisted him up against the tree and studied him with those piercing black eyes. "Leon!" Chris yelled, hearing Claire gasp beneath him. 

"Go!" Leon said, "Close the lid and just go!" The creature still had him against the tree. The black eyes were going to give him nightmares, he knew. He was going to pass out any second from the lack of air.

He heard the lid clang shut and hoped there was some way to bolt it closed from the inside because at this rate they wouldn't get very far if this thing decided to pursue them.

Suddenly a shot rang out and echoed in the forest and Leon fell to the ground at the base of the tree and the rather large creature dropped on top of him.

"Shit," he gasped as his vision swam and he pushed at the creature on top of him. It toppled off to his right leaving him covered in blood and gore.

Ada Wong walked into his vision and his first thought was that he was dead. She was wearing pink scrubs of all things. And little white shoes. He had to have died, hit his head, or have been dreaming this whole thing up. Leon was glad he didn't ask this out loud because the sudden pain of being slammed against the tree made itself known and he groaned out her name. "Ada?"

He was deliriously happy to see her but it probably had more to do with the fact that he'd been knocked out once and slammed against a tree by something that crawled out Neo-Umbrella's labs. Or maybe it was the sheer joy of still being alive after looking the ugliest grim reaper he'd ever come across in the face and living to tell the tale.

"Hello handsome," She said getting closer, a sniper rifle held in her hands at the ready. Leon struggled and made it to a standing position, his head swimming as he struggled to breathe.

Naturally, Leon did the best thing he could at the moment to let her know how glad he was to see her. He pitched forward and vomited at her feet. He heard her swear and jump back as he passed out.