Disclaimer: I don't own Resident Evil.

Short Brief: Umbrella always thought it was in the free and clear, that the only threat was the S.T.A.R.S. survivors. In reality, a group of men and women have been behind most setbacks and the loss of many installations. These aren't your everyday people or cops or even detectives and news groups, but a bigger organized group of team players. Their one identifying mark, are blue tracers and their clothing color of olive drab.

"The Bi-Hazs: Raccoon City"

Prologue

"Raccoon City High School Rescue"


A few surviving students had gathered together. They all had gym class together. Others managed to get in, before the doors could be jammed. There were also little kids and younger teens from the next door elementary and junior high schools. They grouped together, frightened beyond words. The smell of urine was strong as their dead schoolmates and teachers labored to break through the door.

BOOM! TWANG!

Another solid blow and a door hinge flew across the room. Another blow and its all over. Another blow and death will walk through the door wanting them. They huddled closer and awaited death. Many were not even fully dressed. They had been either showering or changing when the outbreak occurred. They all might as well been naked as only solid armor could hope to keep them alive, if not for long.

BANG! CRACK!

The wooden door frame finally broke under the pressure. Many readied to comment suicide rather than be eaten alive. They had seen what happened out there. They saw how the police had fired and fired round after round from heavy gauge shot guns at the monsters and zombies, only to find that there were too many and the pistols had no effect. A slight gleam off a golden emblem on one of the zombies indicated that the police officers were also zombies now, but then there was a flash of green coming through the window. Followed by another and then another, then many more. A solid green wall stood between the students and the zombies.

"TAKE AIM!" silence, then, "FIRE!"

The sound of automatic weapons' fire filled the locker room with their buzzing sound as the room became alight not with red or yellow tracers, or red-orange muzzle flashes of American police and military organizations, but a light blue light filled the room. The zombies fell dead from well aimed and practiced shots. The zombies that fell to the hail of fire caught on fire with blue flames, burning the bodies in mere seconds. The shooting continued until the last zombie, what used to be a young girl at least 15 years of age, with bright red hair in a long pony tail, and what had been a matching pair of black panties and bra, now torn and stained with blood, showing every bit of her once beautiful body. She staggered, and what almost sounded like a moan, but was all that was left of her voice came out from her mouth.

"H-EL-P-ME!"

A soldier took aim to kill her, but one of the others pushed the soldier's barrel down. The soldier then stepped forward with something in his hand. As the girl approached, he brought whatever it was down on the side of her neck. She went slack and fell into his arms. He then carefully began to cradle her. Then he nodded to another, who in turn, turned to gaze at the assembled survivors. He took a step forward, lifting his visor to show, a SHE was under the armor. Her voice was both commanding and soothing.

"You have been rescued! Prepare to be evaced!"

"Prepare to be evaced!" thought a male student. "Be prepared for what? More death and carnage?"

"Listen, we're not from Umbrella Corporation. We're from your national armed services, the United States Military," her voice and words silenced the boy as he, and the others, stared wide eyed at her.

"THE ARMY!" cried a girl (literally, she was crying).

"And the Marines!" answer one of the soldiers (most defiantly male).

"Umbrella did this?" shouted a female student.

"Yes, they are not a pharmaceuticals company, but a dealer in illegal biological and chemical weapons. They make death weapons, not healing medicine, but have no fear; we are the Bi-Hazs, the Military's Biological Hazard Shock Troops! We clean up the mess of madmen and protect the citizenry!" the leader stated.

"Umbrella will pay for this outbreak with their lives!" shouted the trooper with the girl in his arms.

"Is she recovering now? Or were we too late?" asked the leader.

"Sleeping like a new born baby. We made it just in time to save one more life," he stated somberly, but his insides were jumping for joy, the same with the others.

"Transport's been delayed. The RPDHQ isn't too far ma'am," stated a female trooper.

"Get them something to cover up and move out!" the leader cried.

The assembled students soon found themselves somewhat clothed. Too little actual clothing could be salvaged after the students had been trapped in the locker room for a full day of panic and bloodshed. All of the males and females that were fully clothed gave up pieces of their clothes to cover their fellow survivors. Still a few had to walk out only partially dressed. The now un-undead girl was covered in a thick blanket by the man carrying her. They started to head out.

As the students left the locker room they saw more soldiers and some other survivors pushing remains over, taking whatever they could fine that may be of use. A young woman, in her twenties stood in the nude near a couple of soldiers. The soldiers pulled the clothes off a dead high school female senior. Tossing the torn garments to the side, they took her pink socks, yellow bra, and green panties off her and handed them to the room, who grudgingly put them on.

Then the trio went over to another young girl, about junior class, the two soldiers turned her over to find that she was relatively intact, other than the fact that the one on the left found her neck broken in several spots and her wind pipe completely collapsed. Her legs were also gone, but the blue skirt she wore was unharmed.

They removed it and her panties, throwing the latter in a school pack filled with other assorted clothing articles and ammunition with a powerful looking handgun. They then grabbed her shirt and took it off. It was also blue, as was the panties and bra. One of them took the skirt and shirt and handed them to the woman who began to dress in them, while the second soldier also threw the final article in the bag. Getting up and moving to a third female body, they seemed only interested in her shoes. The girl was lying under another dead male student, that had a half of his head missing, obliviously re-killed by the police. As they moved the body off her, she shot up and hugged one of the soldiers and began to cry. Another survivor had been found. The second soldier shook his head and dug into the pack and pulled out the previously mention articles of clothing and a white shirt with tan shorts, very short shorts. The girl hurriedly undressed and redressed in all of the clothes. The soldiers then began to check the male and only found some cans of Coca-Cola (warm), a pair of socks, a pair of shoes, a wallet with ID (among other things), his shirt was still good (short sleeved; he was only missing his arm), a book bag, and to no surprise, a .44 Magnum Smith and Wesson.

(Kids seem to always be packing some heat. Sad, ain't it, and people argue against gun control? S-T-U-P-I-D!)

They also found a couple boxes of spare rounds. This kid was loaded for a fight and he seemed to be ready for a gang battle, but he died long before then, but a note changed that thought.


It read:

Dear son,

I have found proof of illegal dealings by Umbrella in Biological and Chemical weapons. These particular types are mutation strains, designed to create an army of the undead, as well as monsters beyond belief! I have been secretly gathering evidence and found that there's a big link to Chief Irons and possibly Mayor Harris. I know they found out about me. I couldn't sit by! I was a Biological and Chemical Weapons Specialist in the Army. I took an oath to protect our fellow Americans, but I will attempt to tell the S.T.A.R.S. and alert the military.

I want you to carry this weapon and the addition ammo with you at all times during school. If they come for you or send the police after you. Shoot and run for your life! Run to Old Man Barnes's place. He used to actually be my old colonel back in Grenada. He'll protect you and use his CB to call for help from the military.

I want you to know that I love you and that there is a group known as the Bi-Hazs, the military most elite and secret covert counter BCW specialists. They would most likely come to our town's aid, but that's if we can call them in time.

Umbrella has become suspicious of Dr. Birkin; he is currently designing the new strain. By military terms it is a Class-S, Unstable, Max DEFCON Alpha Strain. They call it the G-Virus, Umbrella that is. They plan on taking the completed samples tonight! I may be old and retired; by I was a Bi-Haz myself. A secret about Grenada is that three squads of Bi-Haz troops were dropped in to neutralize a Class-C, Stabilized, DEFCON 3 Tango Strain of Anthrax.

We won easily and called for a Napalm Strike to torch the arsenal. You should have seen me in action. I was known as the Green Blur back then, but now I must once again step into the breach. I must stop them at the cost of my life if neccessary.

If you need ammo or armor or anything, the family store has a hidden cache of everything you will need! Just go ox-tiger seven steps and then knock, knock three times. I pray you won't need too, but just in case.

All my love,

Your Father


A picture fell out of the letter and showed the legendary Green Blur and his son, but it was a different boy! All the soldiers felt a bit of relief. Now all they had to do was find the boy, but they had a lot more survivors to care for first.

Everything that could be gathered was. Then as the people began to leave the area with more survivors that had been found, the three schools ignited into a blue inferno. One that the CIA spy satellite, Weather Eye 5, caught, but the transmission of photographs was intercepted by Bi-Haz Command, at its secret location. They saw the blue fire and the survivors walking among their soldiers. They knew the situation wasn't going to be remedied with a Napalm Strike, but by a Nuclear Strike. The request for Alpha Trident Bunker Busting Missiles was made. Plans for a rescue were also made before the request and dozens of other Bi-Haz troops boarded their assigned transports. The request was approved by the highest authority in the American military command chain, the President of the United States of America. T-minus 83 hours till launching positions were obtained by the submarines. Then 48 hours later, Raccoon City and a 75 mile radius would be a radioactive crater in North America, for the next few centuries.


This is the Easy-Company-506/101 typing this in. I'm back home and I have free reign in Cleaning Up my fanfics. So I'm cleaning stuff up and deleting certain sections. I've caught some flak and I don't feel like flying Flak Alley with some weak label for something I'm not. So I removed a line in this story. Just one line, that's all. Hope you enjoy, plus I'm kicking the rating down to T for Teens for later language and gore. I feel for the Hentai's out there, NOT!