Disclaimer: First of all, I do not own the rights to Resident Evil, or anything in this fanfic associated with Resident Evil. All rights to the Resident Evil franchise belong to Capcom. The only things I can claim any rights to are the OC's in this story, the setting of the story, and that's basically it. Believe it or not, I started writing this story out of boredom. R&R please, and make sure to let me know if you would like me to continue the story. I have a few more chapters planned out but will add them if enough readers ask that I do so. Other than that, enjoy.

Chapter 1: Day Zero

It was a great day for the students of Northeast Technical. The last day of finals had just concluded and everyone was in good spirits. Music of all types could be heard across campus, and some students chose to get drunk.

This did not hold true for three young men living in Coen Hall. Rather than getting drunk and rowdy, they chose to have fun a different way: with Dungeons and Dragons, their favorite role-playing game.

"Hey Jayson, what kind of new scenario are we going to bust out today?" Alan Harper asked. "One that ultimately results in us having to face off with an ancient fire dragon would be nice."

"Not today Alan," Jayson Belmont replied, "You should know my mage isn't very effective against fire dragons. Besides, I have a new scenario for us today. I have worked on it for about a week now. Basically it starts where the last session left off…"

"Do we get to slay any necromancers at some point?" Greg Muller asked?

"Not exactly Greg. What happens in this scenario is that right after we get our payment from King Leon from the last quest; a messenger from a nearby village comes rushing in with an urgent message. What the message says is that the village the messenger came from is overrun by a plague causes people to die and turn into ravenous zombies that feast on the flesh of other villagers. Shortly after receiving the message, the messenger dies and comes back to life. We then have to strike down the now undead messenger before going on the quest. The main goals are to find out what is causing the plague, rescue and help any non-infected villagers, and to stop the plague from spreading any further by any means necessary," Jayson replied. "But yes, necromancy does play a part in the story. I don't want to spoil it any further."

"That's easy for you to handle Jayson. You are a skilled fire mage after all." Alan said in response.

Jayson, looking a bit ticked off, said, "Easy for you to say Alan, You're a highly skilled ranger. You're able to use trees and other high ground to your advantage, namely to avoid being attacked. At the moment, I don't have that luxury, which puts me in greater danger. Greg has that same advantage since he's an earth mage."

"Yeah we know that. Can we get on with the game already? I'm getting a bit impatient." Greg replied.

"Alright you guys. Anyways…"

(8 Hours Later, from the D&D characters' POV)

The three adventurers defeated the evil necromancer Mortimus in an epic showdown, who was now trying to plead for mercy.

'No, please, spare me. I beg of you.' Mortimus said, trying to beg for his life.

'Save it Mortimus!' The three said in unison. 'Your use of the dark arts has wiped out an entire village. Even if we choose to spare you, the high king will sentence you to death for your crimes. So save your breath, because you are going to perish, here and now.'

'Hmm, very well then…IF I GO DOWN, I'M TAKING THE THREE OF YOU BASTARDS WITH ME!'

Jayson (in-game name also), quickly replied 'Like hell you are Mortimus!' One roll of a d20 would spell doom for Mortimus. Jayson rolled the dice and landed a 20 (critical hit). 'Now burn you fool, SOLAR FLAME STRIKE!'

Mortimus, unable to launch a counter attack in time, was quickly burned to ash.

'Come on guys, we have one more task to take care of before leaving here,' Jayson said calmly, 'We have to stop the plague here and now, and make sure that this tragedy is never repeated. My Cleansing Flame spell will see to that.' With the successful roll of a d12, the doomed village burned to the ground, thus eradicating the plague.

(Back at the king's castle)

'Gentlemen, what happened on your quest?' King Leon asked.

'Your Majesty,' Terras (Greg's Earth Mage) replied, 'the village had been stricken with a plague that killed everyone, and resurrected them as flesh-eating zombies. Not one person survived. We eventually discovered that a necromancer named Mortimus was the cause of this plague. Even after we defeated him the first time, he refused to go quietly, so Jayson had to strike him down once and for all. The village had to be burned to the ground as well, to make sure the plague would not spread further.'

'That is unfortunate to hear, but you did what was necessary to prevent any repeats of this tragedy,' King Leon replied. 'Well done gentlemen. Mission Accomplished.'

(Back in the real world)

"Wow Jayson. That was tough, but I will say it was quite entertaining." Greg said. Alan nodded in agreement to Greg's statement.

BOOM!

"What the hell was that!?" Greg asked. "It sounded like an explosion."

"No shit Greg," Alan replied, "I'll take a look outside and see what the cause may have been." He looked out the window, and recoiled slightly. "Holy shit guys! You won't believe what's happening out there."

"Alan, what is it?" Greg and Jayson said together.

Alan, looking like he had seen a ghost, replied "You know that D&D scenario we just got done playing through? Well, I hate to say it, but the very same thing is happening out there now. There are zombies devouring people all over campus."

Greg looked outside and had the same look on his face after he turned away. Jayson followed suit, and just like Alan and Greg, he too had a rather grim look on his face.

"Guys, we're screwed royally," Alan said.

"Alan, I couldn't agree more," Jayson replied.

Knock. Knock. Knock. "Is anyone in there? Open up."

Jayson opened the door carefully and saw a tall, muscular man, in a military-like outfit. The man looked like he was in his early to mid 30's. Hesitant, Jayson asked "Excuse me, but who are you exactly?"

The man opened his wallet, held out his badge, and said "I am agent Chris Redfield of the BSAA. I need you to come with me if you want to make off campus alive."