Resident Evil: Descendants

Into The Devil's Den

A/N: This is a much better title.

Leon stood next to a caved in house, a family of five looking at the five seats pulled out at the table. Parents of three, the man's laying in such a position as though he never saw what'd killed them. The mother lay in the corner, clutching her disemboweled little boy, her throat ripped to shreds.

Leon shook his head and made his way down the hall and found another boy, the oldest of the three, holding onto his younger sister, clutching her tightly as though he were protecting her. The two were covered in blood. The brother's body had several bite marks and the little girl's mouth was covered in the dry red substance, a bullet in her head and a bite on her leg.

A handgun lay in the boy's hand free hand. When Sherry walked in, she couldn't help but gag at the image while Leon stared quietly. He's seen far worse. However, his thoughts were fixed on his son. He wondered...would Nicholas do the same for them? For the others in his family.

It was a disturbing thought. Pushing the thought to the back of his mind, he stood up and left the room. A sigh left his lips as he reached for the knob, closing the door. Letting go of the knob, he continued down into the living room. In the living room was an infected puppy, a small 1 year old French Bulldog.

It's eyes were glazed over and it body was drenched in blood. It hadn't completely turned yet. Leon approached the little thing and listen to it whimper. Kneeling next to it, he held it down with his free hand and put the barrel of his gun to its head. Closing his eyes, he listened to it finally succumb to the virus and make an attempt to bite. Looking away, he pulled the trigger with no hesitation.

Leaving the house, he found his way to Sherry. The young woman was watching the old Umbrella facility, it had been reactivated.

"What's the situation, Sherry?" Leon asked, his voice laced with seriousness.

Sherry sighed. "You were right. The terrorists have no idea what they've done. The Umbrella facility mom mentioned is active again. It's pumping out these things like a factory. You've likely read up on this place, but I don't remember it being a lab."

Leon was annoyed, he was already reading the reports on this place, but wasn't able to get far before the attack. "So, what's our plan, dad?" Sherry put her binoculars on the top of the building.

Leon took a moment to analyze the building, picking up Sherry's binoculars. Most of the building was under renovations. The scaffolding was still in place. He pointed to the shattered windows on the fourth floor. "There. You see those windows just above the scaffolding on the west wing?"

Sherry nodded. "Yeah."

"We'll got through there." Leon gave the binoculars back to Sherry.

It didn't take long for them to get down to the street. However, when they got to the fence protecting the building, they found that much of it was already gone. Making their way up ladders and walkways, they finally get to the windowsill of the uppermost floor. Turning to Sherry, Leon gave her a nod.

"So, is this a lady's first thing or are you going first?" Sherry asked, her sincerity causing her adoptive father to sigh.

"Fine. I'll go first."

As Leon took a step through the window, he paused, listening for any of the creatures.

Claire sat in a recliner under the watch of a French soldier named Jacques Merde. Her hand held her forehead, a look of relief on her face as she slept.

Claire stood in a cafe, hearing her phone ring, she let out a sigh and picked up answering with, "This is Claire Redfield, please leave a..."

Leon's voice filled her ear. "It's me, Claire."

"Oh, sorry."

"Uh huh..."

"Seriously. Now what did you need?"

"Well, I was going over the map of the facility and wanted to give you a heads up. I know that Nicholas and Sherry are with your friend for a bit, but I felt it necessary to at least offer a little help all things considered."

"So, you know..."

"That the Paris Umbrella facility is active again? Yes."

Leon mentally groaned. "Shit..."

"I hope you know what you're doing, Claire. That place is a nightmare. I mean, its a massive fucking maze. I hope you're ready for this."

Claire smiled. "Don't worry, I'll be perfectly fine. But...I really appreciate this."

"Glad I could help, even if it's only a little bit."

A strange man enters the cafe when Claire hangs up the phone abruptly, causing a little panic in the blonde across the sea.

Finishing her coffee and breakfast, she stands up and makes her way tot eh front door, making sure no one saw her. As she passed the man, she pickpocketed his keycard to the building. Later that evening, she found herself on the front door. Once inside, she makes her way to one of the more restricted sections.

Using the keycard, she managed to get into one of the main offices. However, she was caught by several Umbrella soldiers when they found her snooping through some files. Trying to make sure they didn't damage any of the computers, they watched her run off to one of the upper levels. Using the helicopter, they forced her down one hallway. As each window shattered with the rapid fire of a rotary chaingun, Claire barely managed to stay ahead of each round.

Running through the corridors, the two men that had been chasing her were ruthlessly gunned down by the chaingun as she jumped into another hallway. Just barely escaping death, she found herself running toward a promising door only to find herself standing before a group of armed men aiming assault rifles at her.

She smirked, dropping her gun, she dropped down and picked it back up and fired at the fuel tanks, watching the explosion. Everyone was affected by the blast. A few were killed, others wounded. Hearing footsteps behind her, she turned around and took aim at the tall black man with the 70's porn stache behind her only to be met with Desert Eagle's barrel staring her down.

"Don't move."

Claire jolted awake, picking up one of the loaded shotguns.

Not too long after they entered, Leon and Sherry find themselves standing before a giant metal door.

With a silent fear in her eyes, Sherry whispered, "In the Devils Den..."