A/N: This is my first story, so I apologize if it's not very good. Just a heads up, there is one major OC in this story so I hope you like him.

-Reviews would be nice, but I'm not going to beg for them.

Disclaimer: I do not own Resident Evil.

The Arcadia had been sailing up the west coast for weeks, moving slowly and stopping every few days waiting to see if anyone would respond to the radio broadcast. It had been a somewhat pointless endeavour, in all these weeks no one had responded and no more survivors had been found aside from Luther who surprisingly had managed to escape the prison without infection. The Arcadia was making its way back up to Alaska. Alice and Claire decided that despite their previous experiences it was still the best bet at long term safety from the undead. Chris and Luther were easily swayed, not having a better plan and once K-Mart's memories had returned she was just happy to be back with her friends.

They were nearing British Columbia when they picked up the first radio response. Luther was manning the controls when the transfer came through.

"Hello? Anyone? There are a group of people here at the Vancouver Police Station. We need help. Please, if anyone is out there, come and help us." A few minutes later the message repeated.

"Holy shit, its about damn time!" Luther yelled. "Would Claire, Alice and Chris please report to the control room!" Luther announced into the PA system and only had to wait a few minutes before the three arrived, of course K-Mart right behind them as well.

"You guys gotta listen to this!" He said excitedly before playing the transmission for them. "Isn't it great? The first signs of life in weeks!"

K-Mart appeared as excited as Luther, while Claire had a sceptical look on her face. Alice and Chris remained passive in stance.

"Can we be sure they're still there?" Claire asked.

"Isn't it worth a look?" Chris responded.

"I can go check it out." Alice offered with a shrug but Claire protested.

"Not alone you're not! We have no idea what its like there, it could be crawling with undead and that's why those people are trapped! If you think its worth checking out then I'm going with you."

"I'll go with her Claire," said Chris. "You need to stay here with the people, you are the leader remember? Trust me, Alice and I can handle it."

Claire was silent for a moment. "You know I don't like sitting here not knowing if you two are going to come back."

"We will be back" Alice said, placing a hand on the redhead's shoulder. "And if we're lucky, we won't be coming back alone. Try to be optimistic."

Claire smirked. "You? Miss doom and gloom are telling me to be optimistic?" She sighed. "I swear to God if you guys don't come back I'll go out there to find you and kill you myself." Then she left the room without another glance.

"She'll be fine." K-Mart said, still sporting a smile. "She just worries about all of us, except maybe Luther-"

"Hey!" Luther interjected.

"I don't think she really cares about what happens to him." K-Mart finished with a laugh before leaving to find Claire again.

Alice turned to Chris, "come on, lets go get ready. Luther, keep listening to that transmission to see if anything changes. Hopefully we'll be back soon." Then she and Chris left the control room, leaving Luther as alone as he was to begin with.

Alice and Chris sped along the water in the dingy looking for a suitable place to go ashore.

"There!" Chris shouted pointing to a nearby dock. "That'll work." He steered the dingy toward the shore and slowed down as they approached. When they reached the dock Alice jumped out and secured the line.

"How do we find the police station?" Chris asked as the two began walking, both with their guns drawn.

Alice looked around before a smirk appeared on her face. She gestured her head to the left and Chris looked over to see a tourism kiosk half way down the street. Opening the door to the small structure and making sure no undead were within, Alice entered closely followed by Chris. "Look for a map" she instructed.

"Here's one" Chris responded, spotting a stack of brochures. Picking up one off the top he unfolded the paper to see a map of the area, he scanned his eyes across the page until he found what he was looking for. "Looks like the police station is downtown, about twenty blocks from here. Great, that area is probably swarmed with undead." He shook his head.

"Then we better get a move on, don't want to keep Claire waiting or she'll kill us both."

"Not if something gets us first."

As they left the kiosk Alice spotted the first undead of the day. She motioned to Chris and he nodded and the two slowly made their way downtown avoiding as many creatures as they could, not wanting to shoot and have the sound draw out even more. When the police station was in sight they found a crowd of zombies trying to break down the front door.

"Great, there must be hundreds of them out there. How do you want to do this Alice?"

"We need a distraction." She thought for a moment before turning to Chris. "I'll take care of it, when the coast is clear go, I'll meet you inside." Then she ran off toward the hoard of undead.

"Fuck!" Chris swore "Claire will have my ass if anything happens to her."

He watched as Alice approached the crowded police station. She fired into the crowd of undead with her semi-automatic and the zombies immediately gave chase. Alice sprinted in the opposite direction, leading them away from the police station. As the crowd rounded onto the next block Chris ran to the police station and began looking for a way inside.

Not yet having a proper plan, Alice continued to run. Glancing behind her and seeing the undead still in pursuit, "shit" she cursed. Looking ahead Alice spotted a parking garage. Formulating a plan she ran toward it, and made her way to the top. She took a grenade out of her belt and watched as the zombies spilled out. Alice climbed up onto the ledge surrounding the perimeter and travelled back to the entrance where the zombies were still coming from. The parking lot now filled with undead, Alice took the pin out of the grenade and threw it at the entryway. The explosion had the desired effect, the zombies were now trapped on the roof, but so was Alice. Looking for a suitable exit strategy she saw that the building next to the garage had a fire escape.

The ledge she was perched on was out of reach for the undead but they still were clambering around trying to grab her. Taking a deep breath Alice threw herself off the building and was able to grab hold of the fire escape. Climbing down to the street she made her way back to the police station.

When she arrived Chris was outside, alone. "I take it there was no one inside?" She asked.

"No one alive. I think they starved to death, probably trapped in there for weeks." Chris shook his head. "I bagged us some more weapons, but there were no other useful supplies. Let's go."

They were nearing the water again when Alice heard something. She stopped walking and motioned for Chris to halt as well. "Do you hear that?" she asked.

"Sounds like barking." He observed. "What the hell? Maybe its more of those fucked up dogs." He said, remembering the infected beasts Wesker had considered pets. "We should keep moving." Chris began walking back toward the shore motioning for Alice to follow. Instead Alice ran in the direction of the sound. "Alice wait!" She didn't respond. "Claire's not going to like this." Chris muttered before following the brunette.

As Alice ran, the sound continued to grow louder. It was definitely barking, but there was no sign of the dog. Alice followed the sound until she found herself at the dead end of an alley, but there was still no dog. She heard Chris come up behind her. "It's a dead end." He stated.

The brunette rolled her eyes. "Obviously, but this is where it was coming from."

"But there's nothing here-" Chris' protest was interrupted by the sound of the dog barking again. Only this time Alice could tell that the sound was definitely coming from above them. She looked up and saw the head of a golden retriever sticking out a window.

"It doesn't seem to be infected." Alice observed. "Do you think there's anyone up there with it?"

"Maybe, here I'll give you a boost." Chris helped Alice up until she could reach the ladder on the fire escape and pull it down. She and Chris climbed up until the third level, where the dog still had it's head out the window. It glanced at them then pulled its head back inside the building.

Alice approached the window. "Is anyone in there?" she called before following the dog through the window. Entering the room she could tell someone had been living there, the door had been barricaded with random pieces of furniture, while empty cans and food boxes littered the floor. Something caught her eye, the dog was sitting over by a pile of blankets in the corner. On the floor was a teenage boy, he had dark hair which obviously had not been cut in sometime and he wasn't wearing any shoes. He was dressed in black sweat pants and a red hoodie. Alice turned back to Chris, "over there." She pointed to the boy and the two approached him slowly.

Alice knelt next to him, he seemed to be asleep but he didn't wake up when she shook him. She checked for a pulse and found one but it was weak. Than she checked for bites or scratch marks but found none. "He's unconscious, maybe dehydration or starvation, or both. Come on, we got to get him out of here. Look around is there anything else we should take?"

Chris made quick survey of the room. "There's nothing here, no food, no water, no weapons, just this stick." He said picking up a long tree branch that looked like a walking stick.

"Leave it, you grab the dog and take it down the fire escape then help me take the boy." Chris nodded and approached the dog slowly.

"It's ok boy, we're going to help." He said reaching out his arm. The dog seemed to be easily trusting because it came up to Chris and licked his hand before flopping onto its back, looking to have its stomach rubbed. Chris chuckled. "Come on you ham, lets go." He picked up the dog and carried it out the window. A few minutes later he returned and helped Alice carry the unconscious boy out of the room and down the fire escape.

When they made it to the street, Chris offered to carry the boy while Alice carried the bag with their restock of weapons. They made their way back to the water's edge, with the dog happily following along. Fortunately they met few undead on the way, nothing a few bullets couldn't take care of before they reached the dingy. Loading the boy and the dog, Chris and Alice set back out to the waiting Arcadia.