Birth of Nightmares

Disclaimer: A story loosely based on Resident Evil Zero. This is all gonna be pretty much winged so I'll play as far as it can go. All characters are pretty much original. Don't steal.

Prologue -- Nightmares

The cold drops landing on his temple was what woke the nineteen year old up from his unconscious state. His brown hair, dirty from the ground he'd been laying on as hazel hues slowly opened with blurred vision. Soft groaning escaped his lips and attempts to rise to his feet was followed by sore pain from his entire body. Suddenly the smell of rotten flesh with smoke filled his lungs, and a cough escaped his lips. Vision clearing, there were the faint blood curdling screams of people being massacred out in the burning city. Hand placed against temple, the young man stood up slowly so as not to lose balance and leaned against the nearby alley wall for support. Heavy breaths escaped the man's lips while soft footsteps of his moved forward to figure out where he was. But then again, the more important question was...who was he? Hand against temple lowered into the dirt and blood-stained jeans he wore as he searched his pockets for a wallet. Finding it with ease, the man pulled it out and opened it as he searched for an ID, which was also found with strange ease. But covered in blood, the adult slowly wiped what he could off and there was two things visible to him.

Umbrella Corporation

Goodbye.

Finding the ID strange, the adult put it back in his wallet and continued forward. Limping every step of the way as his body was in pain that vibrated through his body, he was surprised he could even walk. Whatever happened to him, it sure as hell left him in serious pain. Looking left and right down the street, he only had the option of going right as the left path was completely ablaze. Shaking his head, the man hurried for a place of shelter to rest and figure out exactly what was going on. Jogging down the street in a limp, the man stopped to catch his breath just in front of another alleyway, looking ahead and to the right, he would basically make a complete u-turn if he went through the alleyway once more so he continued onwards. Coming to a weapon store just five blocks away from where he originally started, he tried the door and it was, thankfully, unlocked. Slipping in and shutting the door, his pain had gradually wore off and suddenly pulled out a USP .45 Handgun from the back of his pants and unconsciously began to reload the weapon with bullets from the racks. He wasn't in control of his body anymore, the man suddenly began to rush towards the back and through the second door which led him back into the streets. Hurrying down the street, there was a sudden moan from the darkness of the alley he was in front of that made him stop. Turning and aiming his gun, there was shuffling from the pitch black alley. The moan wasn't alone, there were males and females doing it as they came to light with torn rotten flesh. Lowering his gun, the only words that could escape the man's mouth was

Man: ...Sonuvabitch.

Turning around, he started hauling ass through the alleyway right across and he already knew what they were without having to ask questions. He'd seen them in late night horror flicks, but to think they were real?! It's insanity. Zombies, and if he'd known anything by now; it was that they wouldn't stop until they got him. Moving into a door, he closed it behind him and latched it shut followed by several bolts. He ended up in a small business building that couldn't be anymore than three stories high. Shaking his head, the man ran up as many flight of stairs as it took to get to the roof so he could survey the area. Bursting through the rooftop door, the man walked forward and stepped to the edge to take a look now. There were normal Zombies and Zombie dogs already trying to get to him. They smelled his blood, they wanted him. Moving from looking down at the alley to the street, it was empty of anything moving. But looking down at the concrete, painted in blood were the words:

BEHIND YOU

Turning around, a zombie female rushed him. Attempting to raise the gun, the young man yelled in fear as he moved a step forward to prevent from being knocked off the building's rooftop. Dropping his handgun due to the force of the woman, he had to hold her back. For some reason though, he felt himself weakening and she was pushing him back to the edge with her torn face attempting to bite him. Her jaw was partially torn and the eye was falling out, something you'd see out of a horror movie. She somehow managed to get ahold of him, and bit into his neck. Tearing the flesh and meat from his neck, the man let out a scream of pain as they fell back off the rooftop. Landing fully on his back with his head slamming to the ground, the young man's eyes fell shut from death. There was silence and the zombie woman had died upon impact due to landing on her skull. There was absolute silence, scratch the fire burning nearby with its crackles.

Michael...

The young man's eyes suddenly opened wide at the melodic voice that rang throughout his ears. But he wasn't laying on the ground anymore, he was floating in a white empty void. Shifting his body so it would be as if he were standing, his head looked around to find nothing but white, realizing now that his wounds were healed he blinked before suddenly hearing the voice again.

Michael...!

Closing his eyes, palms placed against his temple the boy let out a loud scream as his head felt like it was being pried open. Before it suddenly stopped, along with his pain, he had been shouting for what felt like centuries. Looking around now, he saw himself at the edge of a cliff with a train starting to pass by about half a mile away. Suddenly it halted to a stop as it derailed and the front car flipped onto its side forcing the second and third cars to tilt and then drop. Something about the train felt...familiar, and he closed his eyes trying to remember before opening them to one more voice.

Mike!

A/N: Helluva ending for the prologue isn't it? Hope to get chapter one to three done within the next few days. Then again, it's Halloween, never know! Later!