***Author's Note***

Hey guys! 👋 I have some good news and bad news to share with all of you. The good news is that I'm not dead, I've actually have been trying really to work hard on this book, despite how little time I have to do so. 📝 The bad news is that school starts next week for me, and you know what that means. . .

Slower updates! 😢

Trust me, I'm not happy about it either, but school is school. 😡 And there's nothing I can do about it but to endure it. 😞 I hope y'all enjoy the rest of your summer and have a good day!

Peace out peeps! ✌🏻

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Laura's POV

I rapidly dashed down through one of the corridors inside the Umbrella research facility; my blood-stained boots clattering along the metal flooring, with my AK-12 223 rifle in hand. My hair was a complete mess, all oily with several blonde tendrils sticking out from all over my head. My skin was coated in a thick layer of perspiration, as a couple drops of sweat trickled down my forehead.

Both my shirt and my pants were virtually covered with rips, tears, and blood. Mostly blood; my blood. As I running down the corridor, I kept hearing his incessant footsteps trailing far behind me. Echoing throughout the rest of the forsaken facility.

"Come out, come out wherever you are Laura! You can't hide forever, daughter!" He stated aloud, as I ran for my very life.

While I scampered through the darkened hallway, I tripped over three bodies that I didn't notice before, coated in a thin layer of dried blood and lying on the floor. I ended up landing face flat on the floor, scraping my left cheek in the process. I hurriedly used my arms, raising the upper half of my body and getting back up. I winced and groaned uncontrollably in pain, as blood gushed from the new cut. Spilling down my pale cheek and onto my black v-neck shirt.

Right as I glanced back down at the corpses I tripped on, my eyes went round in shock straightaway. Eyeing the dead, mangled corpses of Ada, Lily, and Rebecca all stretched out on the floor; all of their throats slit, as coagulated blood oozed from their gaping cuts. I covered my mouth and let out a hushed scream, before standing back up and moving my legs as quickly as I can again. Running down the seemingly never-ending passageway.

After turning right down another corridor, I spotted a few metal doors lined along the walls of the hallway. Quickly deciding to find a place to hide, I sprinted towards the first door on my right. I swiftly grasped the door handle, wrapping my gloved fingers around it. When I opened it, my eyes widened within seconds, scrunching my nose at the smell of rotting flesh filling my nostrils. My jaw dropped in panic; tears immediately brimmed in my eyes. I let out a gasp—staring at the bloody, pale, mutilated corpses of Uncle Chris and Piers. Lying lifelessly on the floor, their eyes wide open, devoid of any sign of life. Their mouths hung loosely agape, with their necks snapped.

I rapidly shut the door in front of me, not caring if I was making any kind of commotion, as I briskly headed to the next one on the left. When I pried it open, I let out a pained wail, all while gazing at Mom and Leon lying dead across the room. Their decaying, rotting, bodies crippled on the floor, covered in blood just like Chris and Piers in the last room, except both of them had a bleeding, bullet hole in each of their heads.

It took every last once of my strength to pry my eyes off them and slam the door shut, before darting to the last one behind me. Right as I opened the third door, I couldn't hold back the tears any longer, as they seeped uncontrollably down my smeared cheeks. I peered at both Tyler and Emile's sickly, desecrated corpses sprawled out on the floor. Both of their once vibrant skin was now a sickly, pale color; their veins evidently more dilated and an unhealthy shade of blue. As I gazed at each of them from head to toe, I spotted bloody bite marks on each of their necks, oozing blood and pus from the infected injury.

Without warning, their corpses began to twitch and move, rolling over on the floor suddenly, as if they were being reanimated on their own and coming back to life. They steadily began getting back up off the ground, nothing but ghastly, grisly, hungry growls slipping through their thin, chapped lips. Their ashen eyes empty of any vitality or vigor. It wasn't long until then I realized that they were infected, they just turned, that they were already dead.

I gazed one more time at my lover—staring at his pale, lifeless eyes, as my tears changed from their salty solution to blood. I raised my rifle, aiming reluctantly it at both of my now undead friends. When I was about to pull the trigger, I stopped halfway, hovering my finger over the trigger. I couldn't do it. It was too much for me. I couldn't bring myself to shoot them. So instead, I slam the door shut, before darting further down the passageway.

All of a sudden, I halted abruptly in my tracks, closing my eyelids as my eyes sizzled in pain. Becoming inflamed once again. I screamed out loud in agony, dropping to my knees and clutching my burning eyes. I slowly opened them—noticing is that I'm no longer in the Umbrella research facility, I was surrounded by darkness, a vast void filled with completely nothing but blackness. As I stood up and glanced around, the first thing I spotted was a body mirror, standing a few feet far away from me. I started walking towards it, taking one slow, deliberate step at time.

The instant I approach the normal piece of furniture, I stopped once again. Dropping the gun in my hands onto the floor. My eyes went round in shock, right as I stared at my reflection. Peering at my red, inhumane, feline-like eyes. I lifted my right hand, using it to clutch the area surrounding my eyeball.

"No. . . No way. . ." I muttered, using a panicky tone of voice. "This can't be happening. . ."

"Oh, but it is Laura." I swiftly turned around—gazing up at my father as he suddenly appeared behind me. I flinched, quickly losing my balance and falling onto the floor. Landing on the now blood covered floor. Splashing the red, body fluid all over myself.

I glanced around—seeing that we were now in an infinity pool of nothing but blood. Going halfway up to my knees. My eyes widened even more in shock. All around us, there were countless bodies, floating lifelessly in this bloody pool of death. I swiftly stood up, completely soaked from top to bottom in blood. Not only in my blood, but also the blood of innocents.

"No matter who you are or where you go, I'll always be a part of you, Laura. Haunting you from the very depths and dark parts of your mind. You can't deny it dear heart, you're my daughter after all." Dad began to suddenly metamorphose, changing from his original form into an exact replica of me within a matter of seconds. Evil Laura began strolling towards me, as a malicious smirk curled onto her lips. "And until you realize your destiny Laura, you're have to suffer the consequences of your actions." She pushed my forcibly into the pool of blood, splashing the bodily substance all over me again.

Before I could even stand up, something from within the pool grabbed ahold of my ankle. Then I felt another hand swiftly grab onto my other leg, as another popped up from the pool of blood and clutched my wrist, and my shoulder, until I was virtually confined in their grip.

"No! No! No! Dammit, let go of me!" I yelled, as I grappled persistently.

I struggled relentlessly against their bony grasp; the moans and groans of the dead echoed clamorously throughout the realm of darkness. I wrestled as viciously as I could, sloshing the blood all around me, as they began pulling me into the bloody pool with them. As if the plash was more deep than it appeared to be. Causing my body to slowly sink deeper and deeper by the second. No matter how hard I tried to free myself, they kept pulling me deeper into the bottomless pool of blood.

By the time the blood reached my neck, I directed my gaze over at Evil Laura. Grinning down at me with satisfaction. I held out my free hand to her. In an attempt to plead one last time for my very life, as my head completely sunk into the pool of blood. My last breath escaping through my lips, as the bloody bubbles of oxygen traveled to the surface.

I opened my eyes straightaway—sitting up in the car seat while letting out a hushed gasp. I panted laboriously, using my sleeve to wipe away the sweat forming on my forehead, as tears trickled down my cheeks. 'Thank god. . . It was just a dream.' I thought to myself, as I sighed and leaned back against my car seat.

"Are you alright, Laura?" Sherry asked me using a concerned tone of voice, while she was unbuckling her seatbelt and getting out of the car. It wasn't until that moment I realized that we've just arrived at the airport. Leon and Jake had already gotten out of the vehicle, peering over at us while they were getting my luggage along with theirs out of the back. Loading them onto two separate luggage trolleys.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a nightmare," I replied, as I unbuckled myself, then grabbed my purse and hospital bag and opened the car door. I was about to climb out when I couldn't feel my legs and winced in pain. I wrapped an arm around my belly, clutching my stomach while my legs were left virtually numb from the car ride.

"Are you alright, Laura? Do you need any help over there?" Sherry inquired, noticing that I was having some trouble getting out of the car on my own.

I nodded my head, taking a deep breath and biting my bottom lip, as pain shot throughout my entire body. The instant Sherry came over to my side, she held out her hand to me, which I willingly grab onto. As she helped me out of the car, I stumbled and almost would've lost my balance if it weren't for her lending me a hand.

"Hey Jake, can you go grab Laura a wheelchair while I finish loading the carts?" Leon asked Jake, noting my conspicuous predicament.

Jake shifted his gaze over at Sherry and I, before glancing back at my stepfather. "Sure, I'm on it," He answered, before heading inside the airport to get a wheelchair.

I briefly directed my gaze over at Leon, his eyes flickering with solicitude and angst, as he finished loading all of our things onto the assorted carts. Right as Leon was all done, Jake came out of the sliding door entrance, wheeling an empty wheelchair in our direction.

When Jake reached us, he halted right in front of us, parking the wheeling about a foot away from me and holding his hand out to me. I generously grasped ahold of it. Moving my fingers from Sherry's hand to her shoulder for extra support, while the two of them carefully helped me into the wheelchair. I practically grimaced in pain the entire time while moving—trying my very best to mask it.

Once I got comfortable in my seat and set my purse and hospital bag on top of my lap, Sherry walked around me and grabbed ahold of the handles. Beginning to push me towards Leon.

"So, I guess this is where we part ways?" I inquired. Sherry and I approached the dirty-blonde, halting a few feet away from him.

"Only for now," Jake answered, as he treaded over towards me. Standing right in of me. He leaned down, carefully wrapping his arms around my chest, hugging me. I returned the gesture by embracing his back, clasping my arms around his chest.

"Don't get into any trouble while you're away, you got that sis?" Jake told me, as he pulled away from me.

A faint smile decorated my lips. "Yeah, yeah, I know bro. I'll take it easy."

After Jake moved out of the way, Sherry walked up to me. Kneeling down in front of me and pulling me into a hug like my brother had done so. "You're welcome any time to come stay with us whenever you want to, Laura. And if you ever need anything, feel free to give me or Jake a call or send us a text. At any time. Alright?"

"Yeah," I answered, before pulling away from her. Leon walked behind me, dragging our luggage trolley by the shank with him. He gently grasped ahold of one of the handles on my wheelchair. Turning it around in the opposite direction. Towards the airport.

"Have a safe flight you two," Leon told them, then began pushing me towards the main entrance. Prompting the sliding glass doors to open automatically upon detecting our upcoming presence. As the two of us made our way inside the airport.

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After treading through the massive corridor, making one turn after another, Leon and I arrived at one of the numerous airstrips located just outside the airport. Parked right along the run way was our private jet, with a staircase leading right up to the aircraft's entryway.

However, that what caught my eye though. Standing beside the staircase was a young woman. She's around 5'6", having light tan colored skin, greenish-gray eyes, dark brown hair, and a thin physique. The woman's wearing a dark grey colored suit, a pantyhose, spectacles, and a pair of matching stilettos. Her pencil skirt only reaching half way down her thighs. She had her hair up in a bun; a few brown strands tucked behind her ears.

The moment her eyes landed on us, a friendly smile decorated your lips. She began walking towards the two of us while we headed her way at the same time, her heels clicking audibly against the smooth pavement.

"Hey Leon, it's good to see that you're finally here," The woman greeted my stepfather, right when she approached us.

"Hunnigan, what are you doing here?" Leon inquired, while I sat quietly in my wheelchair. Perplexed by how Leon knows this woman.

"I'm here to escort the two of you back home safely, considering that you've had a lot on your plate lately." She shifted her gaze, glancing down at me. "And you must be Leon's stepdaughter? Laura, right?"

"The one and only," I replied, with a sarcastic tone of voice.

"Sorry, I should've introduced myself beforehand, how rude of me." She held out her hand to me. "I'm Ingrid Hunnigan, it's nice to meet to you Laura." I grasped her hand, shaking it for a brief moment.

"How do you know my stepfather, Ingrid?" I questioned her, as I let go of her hand.

"Please, call me Hunnigan," She added, before answering. "Leon and I happen to be work associates and close friends. That's how I'm well acquainted with him."

"Oh."

Hunnigan peered down at her watch, checking the time. "Look at the time, we better get going so we didn't miss our flight. Come on," She stated, right as a couple of airport workers came forward. Taking the trolley from us.

While they began to load our luggage into the jet, Hunnigan made her way back towards the jet, Leon and I following right behind her.