A/N: So here's my take on Resident Evil (the game series)...I kinda (extremely) nervous about this project. I'm really excited to be doing it though. The Resident Evil series has long been a favorite of mine for as long as I can remember and I had to see if I could manage incorporating my own twist on the franchise with my current Teen Wolf obsession. So far I'm pleased with what I've done and I promise I'll keep up with this because it's been a great distraction for me. I already have it outlined to the end rest assured.

I am completely open to constructive criticism, I just hope I'm able to capture the atmospheric tension of the game. I know I won't be able to do it complete justice but hopefully enough that it is an engaging, enjoyable read.

The only characters I can confirm a comparison to: Stiles = Rebecca Chambers. Derek = Billy Coen. Anything else would be massive spoilers for down the line.

For fans of the series, you'll be able to tell certain things coming. But I did change things up to fit the story.

There won't be as many different kinds of monsters as the game.

The mansion isn't a replica of the game's version.

It's combination/mashup of RE 1 and RE 0.

Tags will be added as the story progresses.

And I changed Bravo team to Beta team, which will make sense later on. (end)

The Beacon County Sheriff Department helicopter arrived safely to the last known location of the Special Tactics and Rescue Service's Alpha team with the pale light of the full moon beaming down on the dense forest. Officer Stilinski was the first to hop out of the transport before the helicopter had even touched the ground when he saw the motivation for his premature exit. The isolated helicopter left behind by team Alpha was currently being picked apart by the young officer. The rest of his squad made their way to his position after waiting to set down the copter firmly on ground near Alpha team's flying vehicle.

The acting leader of Beta team, Deputy Jordan Parrish, came behind Stilinski, still searching through the evidence left behind by its previous occupants. "Stiliniski," he called out firmly to his subordinate causing the young man to turn around to his superior. "You may be a new recruit, but I expect better from the sheriff's son."

"Sorry, sir. But…"

"No 'buts', Stilinski. You're under my command. And you move when I say you move. Is that clear?" Parrish's tone was firm but fair.

"I understand, sir. But Scott…"

"Did I make myself clear?"

Officer Stilinski sighed, "Yes, sir. I move when you say I move."

"Good. Now let's find our friends," winking to the young officer, dropping his stern professional demeanor. "Find anything yet?"

"No, sir. Nothing." Stiles reported with worry and frustration in his voice.

"Don't worry. It could be the poor reception here."

"But what about their sat phone?"

"Could've been damaged," Parrish countered. "Stiles," using his first name in a soothing tone while placing a gentle grip on his upper arm. "Don't get yourself worked up thinking the worst."

"I can't help it, Jordan. I can't let anything bad happen to him. I should have had his back. We should have been together like always. Him having my back and me having his. Then…" his anxiety-fueled ramble was stopped when Jordan interrupted.

"Then you would've been missing too and who would be part of the search effort to find him? God forbid you'd have to rely on Greenburg for help."

Stiles smiled thinking of Greenburg being his source of salvation after the stunts he pulled on his colleague. He felt mildly better from Parrish's words and wasn't surprised how well the team leader worked in a stressful situation. It was clear to him why Parrish was a shoo-in to take his father's position when the not-so old man eventually retires. "Right. Let's do what we came to do," Stiles announced, feeling his resolve recovered and strengthened.

Unfortunately, the cockpit left no clues to the whereabouts of the missing team with further examination, only the GPS was found that led them to their current position. The only plan they had was to retrace the steps to where Alpha team was originally heading to investigate.

A missing persons report of Jackson Whittemore; the mayor's, David Whittemore, only son prompted the search to investigate the mountain area surrounding the Beacon Hills Preserve. Last seen by his girlfriend, Lydia Martin, who claimed to have last seen him heading off for a solo camping trip in the area a couple of weeks ago. The Hale Estate was an intended destination the missing person wanted to explore. Jackson wasn't the first person to go missing in the preserve but the influence of the mayor finally granted the S.T.A.R.S division full support to investigate the bizarrely high rates of missing person reports in the area over the past year.

"Since there is nothing here to give us new intel, we are going to stick with the plan and head to the Hale mansion that was being surveyed for possible leads." Parrish instructed his group – Beta team; along with Stilinski included Vernon Boyd, Erica Reyes, and Isaac Lahey (the young pilot was stationed on board). He took his compass to find the direction of the estate, knowing it was in the east of where they landed.

Officer Reyes scoffed at the sight, "Jordan, we have state of the art equipment at our disposal and you're using a compass?"

"Don't knock the old school method. Technology is great…until it doesn't work. It's best to have reliable gadgets like this that don't require electricity and satellites. Remember they had the best equipment too, Erica, and we haven't heard a word from them yet."

Parrish led the way to the direction of the Hale mansion with his team members in tow, fixed in a state of alert and preparedness radio. Weapons locked and loaded, eyes scanning the dark environment, radio powered on if an emergency beacon is within range, and flashlights illuminating their path. The whistling wind and rustling trees were the only sounds coming from the forest as they delved deeper.

The soft soundtrack made it easy to hear approaching growls but difficult to detect in which direction they emitted from. The four members stood close by as the threatening noise began, each taking a point in sight where the other's vision ended to ensure they wouldn't be blindsided. "Anyone have a sight?" Parrish asked.

A series of 'No, sir' were answered by each of the squad's unit as the animal noises seemed to be getting louder. The darkness made it hard, nearly impossible, to find a threat by eyesight and the growling sounds bouncing around the tress became heavy obstacles to overcome, but the Betas were well trained. "Night goggles, team. Flashlights off," their leader commanded to combat their disorientation caused by the night.

With their vision enhanced, the source of their raised weapons was clearly seen. "Sir, I've got a large animal in my line of sight," Boyd reported. "I have two on my side, sir," Reyes announced after. "Two here, also," Stiles informed, "looks like wolves and they're just standing there."

"No sudden movements. We won't be able to make it back to helicopter at this point. How far are we from the Hale estate, Boyd?" Jordan quietly questioned, the only one without any wolves in his field of vision.

"Within running distance, sir. We should be able to make it."

"Okay, good. Let's try not to get on their bad side," Jordan tries to joke about the snarling wild animals around them. "Not much to do but to move slowly and silently for as long as we can. Then break out into a full speed run if they come at us. Follow my lead." The team moved as one in the direction of the mansion at a slow pace that appeared to not perturb the beasts further, focusing their aim on the targets as they did so.

"FYI, Jordan. Wolves are known to run up to 35 miles per hour. So I hope you guys have fast legs." Stiles couldn't help to notify as he kept up with his comrades.

"Just another one of your random facts, Stilinski?" Jordan smiled to himself despite the situation. The smile was short-lived and a response from Stiles died on his tongue as the sound of whirling blades emerged. "What the hell is Isaac doing?" vocalizing the thought on everyone's mind. The loud engine and bright search lights aggravated the barely stationary creatures. Now the growling became fierce snarls as the wolves bared their teeth and began to move towards the group. "Time to haul ass, people!" Jordan directs after he takes his attention from the helicopter flying away overhead into the distance.

Everyone races forward as fast as they can, the memory of Stiles' words about a wolf's speed nipping at the back of each of their minds. Progressing through the tall trees was going well enough until Reyes yelled out. "Help!" with gunshots following immediately after. The remaining squad turned to witness Erica's leg gnawed on by a wolf. Now that they could see the animal closer, the rotting skin and exposed flesh were visible on the wolf as were the bullet holes from Erica's gun. Three shots had passed through the body from her earlier shots and it still continued to bite, unfazed completely.

Jordan placed a well aimed shot into the dome of the creature sending it to the ground with a satisfying thud. The victory was short-lived as more descended upon Beta team with the squad members quickly firing at the enraged animals. Stiles rushed to the aid of Reyes while the other two unharmed men did their best to fend off the threats endangering their lives. Stiles had Erica's arm over his shoulder and his own arm clutched around her waist as the two moved toward the illuminated mansion, now visible in the distance like a lighthouse guiding their way out of the crap storm raining down on them.

Erica kept her gun steady shooting numerous additional wolves that descended upon them making sure she wasn't a burden to her friends. The squad tried its best to keep the wolves at bay but it was difficult with the limited range of the night goggles and the rapid speed the horrific looking animals charging for them.

But with luck, skill, and teamwork they managed to find safety after bypassing the unlocked mansion doors.