Hello:) This is a crossover for resident evil and Eragon. As you've guessed from my summary, the main character is going to be K-Mart. The inspaation for this story happened like this. One day I was listening to the Eragon saga on disk (disk because I was too lazy to read the books and the narrator does the voices better than I could've) then I got to thinking about Resident Evil and how their world was dying. I was thinking about the survivors in the third move and wondering if they ever made it to Alaska. Then I got to thinking, "You know, what if the Umbrella Corporation was working on a way to open up portals into different demensions? And you can already see a plot unravelig here.

Then I saw the fourth movie and was curious about the characture K-Mart. You never really hear much about her first life before the T-virus epidemic struck the world. Being a fan of the story "My Sister's Keeper" (movie version because I just read the smmary of the book and I can't believe Anna dies [CRAP! I just ruined it for everyone else! Sorry]) I decided to combine the two characters of Anna and K-Mart to give her a little history. Who knows? It could've happened this way.

Anyways I can't really tell you much about this story without spoiling it. All I'll give away is that this begins where Alice left off from destroying what remains of the Umbrella Corporation's underground labs. Only this time Alice isn't the one who survives.

1. Death of Her Second Life

My name is Anna and I wasn't born like other babies. I was engineered for the specific purpose of saving my sister's life. Kate was diagnosed with leukemia when she was only four. Neither of my parents or my brother were matches to give the needed organs and body parts that would ensure her survival. That's where I came in. I was designed in the laboratory of a doctor. Using my mother's eggs and my father's sperm, he gathered the needed genes that were required in order to supply Katy with a sufficient donor.

We all lived together for a while in a big house one big happy family. Every few weeks though I was committed to go to the hospital and lie down as they cut me up piece by piece. It started first with blood, then bone marrow, tissue, and so on. It gave Katy twelve more beautiful years of life, but it was never enough. When they prepared to take my kidney away though, enough was finally enough. But not by my own perspective. I would've done it had Katy not finally stepped in.

My mother would never understand my sister's wishes to die, so I secretly went to a lawyer and sued my parents for the rights to my own body. When they found out, my mother was furious; my father along with the rest of my family was more understanding than she was.

I explained to them the possibilities that could occur in the future for both Katy and me. It was possible that the kidney would not work for very long and just as the other surgeries had been, this would only delay her probable fate in the end. Then there was the chance that I myself might need it one day. What then? The doctors also said that if I were to do the operation I would be required to be careful for the rest of my life if I did not want to risk the chance of injuring myself to a mortal end; I could never drink, do sports, smoke, or have children. I would be entitled to spend the whole of my existence as a petty housewife or pencil pusher if I took on the working world. But I didn't want to do such things. I didn't want to be careful. I wanted to play soccer and be a cheerleader and have children and drink once I was of age. The operation would hinder me of such activities.

And so we went through with the trial and before the verdict could be decided, Katy died by her own wishes.

They say that Fiction is easier to believe than fact, and after this version of my short first life, you might feel the need to go on believing that it continues like this today… but no.

This is my life.

My name is K-Mart now in honor of the store from where they found me. When I say "they" what I'm talking about are the last few remaining humans of Earth. That's right, you guessed it, Earth is dying… well actually it's already dead. I suppose it would be called slander to say it is dying when in fact it has already perished. It was already dying by the time I was born and now it is completely lost.

The trees and plants withered away about a year ago and the last of the rivers and lakes dried up a couple of months after. By then they were so polluted with infections and toxic chemicals no one could use the water for human refreshment. I don't remember the last time I took a good clean shower; it had to have been at least three months ago. God I must stink.

Those issues are trivial for the moment, however. At the moment, I have to worry about saving my own skin.

They were never going to get me. These Umbrella Corporation bastards would die for every life they destroyed with the infection they let loose. My family… my friends… the last free survivors of humanity… all gone…

…Except me.

Like Alice I must fight. I have no other purpose in life anymore but to fight and take as many with me as possible. How many did I kill so far? A hundred? A thousand even? I didn't keep count; I just pointed and fired over and over again till I had to reload or grab a new weapon for the umpteenth time.

Deafening bangs echoed all around, both from me and from my adversaries. More of them fell each second and I received only a few wounds. Bodies tumbled before me as my bullets met their targets. Blood poured from them like crimson fountains as the tiny chunks of metal made their marks. I skidded under a table to avoid an attack from the stronger guns they have provided themselves with now. BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG! The gunshots blew my eardrums so that all I could hear is a steady ringing.

I reloaded and prepared myself. Anger fueled my attack. Memories flashed before my eyes.

A monster whom I once knew as Dad walking towards me, crazed with bloodlust, hunger flashing in his sunken eyes. My mother biting at my throat, thirsty for my flesh. A boy being dragged to the ground by no less that seven of the undead. His screams of pure terror and agony ring in my head as the hideous things tear his flesh at the throat, the stomach, the thigh. Then a woman as she fires repeatedly at the things with a shotgun. All of her shots make a hit in the back, the leg, but none of the creatures even look up as they continue with their meal.

The last vision enticed more than enough hatred to sustain me for thousands of future attacks. I took two guns in my hands and stood, firing shot after deadly shot at the humans, aiming for their heads so that they cannot rise again. I had practiced greatly for that moment and each bullet landed where I meant them. They had grenades now and I lost no time in throwing myself through an air vent.

Air whooshes passed my ears as I fell and fell. It didn't last too long, but even still I knew I must've fallen well over five stories by the time I finally stopped. I was in a deserted room. For a moment I was convinced that there were no undead around there, but the blood on the cages along with the frayed wire that had been torn apart, for the makeshifts of a hole, says otherwise. Something ran at me and I had only a moment to unpocket another pistol and fire it.

A perfect bull's eye as it digs deep into the center of the zombie dog's forehead. It fell to the ground, quite deader than a moment before. I had no time to relish in my triumph as four more hounds of hell stepped lightly over the fallen and lunged at me. Bangs echoed all through the chamber until every dog had a matching hole to the head. None rise again and at last I was alone, save for the corpses.

I needed to leave though. The bangs were sure to draw attention to the guards and I wasted no time to escape. The halls were filled mostly with the undead but occasionally a human would dart in and out of the corridors. I eliminated all, be they dead or alive. I spared no one.

At last I reached the beginning where my bike still stood untouched. But my eyes tend to sometimes deceive me. I did a quick sweep of the machine to makes sure all the parts are in there right places and there was nothing extra clinging to the engine, typically something with wires, C4, or a timer. When all passes my inspection, I rigged up the engine. It roared like a great animal as the back wheel screamed to life, leaving a black patch on the cement. I pulled from my pocket a small black remote with one button on it. The moment I was safely away, everything in the underground building would become its own blazing hellhole.

My thumb trembled against the lever I had to lift to press the button. A few more leagues and I would be free to satisfy the itch on my finger. My bike stopped dead in its tracks suddenly, as if some invisible magnetic force held it in place. I was thrown from my bike, head over heals. I rolled over and over again until at last I skidded to a stop at the feet of a zombie. It fell upon me at once. I felt teeth dig savagely into my right forearm and the toung of the undead as it satisfied itself on the taste of my blood.

A cold scream, more from rage and terror than from pain, left my mouth and echoed through the tunnel. I wasted no time in apprehending a knife from my belt and sunk the blade into the monster's crown. He fell from me and I staggered to my feet. All thoughts left my mind as my attention turned completely on the fresh bite. I had been bitten once before, but I had the ativirus then. There is no ativirus for me this time. To get it I would have to brave the depths of the underground once more; a risk I was unwilling to take.

After this raid, I had already decided to die since I was the last of my species anyways. The rest of the earth was dead. There were not even any healthy animals left to share in my longing for companionship. I would never be able to live with such loneliness. What did it matter how I died, just as long as I died.

I spotted the remote where I dropped it. I staggered slowly towards it, cradling my bleeding arm next to my chest. I picked it up and fingered it absently. Without a single regret I lifted the latch and…

"Wait!"

I turned and was surprised to see a little girl standing feet from me, dressed fairly in white. My surprise subsided as I quickly realized that it was merely the hologram of the AI computer that controled the whole Umbrella building. I ignored her and turned back to the button. Before I could push it though, it flew out of my hand and crashed to the floor. Thankfully though, it did not shatter.

"I have a proposition for you, K-Mart." The voice of the hologram said as I stooped down to pick the remote back up.

I already knew what she wanted to exchange for her existence. "I have no use for the antivirus." I said without looking at her. "I'm going to die one way or another and what use is life if I have no companion to share it with. Least this way is clean and I can't come back. You probably planted that zombie here in the hopes that it would indeed bite me and you would have something that I wanted for a trade. But you were wrong."

Again I attempted to press the bomb button, but again I was stopped. Not by another one of the undead monsters that the Umbrella Corporation kept as pets, but by an earthquake. The ground shook and I was knocked off my feet. The remote skidded from my hands once again, landing somewhere near my bike. I pulled myself back together and stumbled towards the motorcycle as debris and rocks fell from the granite ceiling. I fumbled for it, but before my hands grabbed hold of the black box and at last press that taunting button, the floor gave way and both me and my bike were sent tumbling into the darkness below.

I reeled around in midair, facing the giant hole from which I fell. My hand held something dark and my thumb punched the round red button at last. There was a deafening BOOM and I was consumed at once in biting, golden flames. I didn't stop falling… I never stopped falling. It was then that I realized I was descending strait into the firy pit of hell itself.

It lasted forever it seemed but finally I realized that I wasn't falling after all, but rushing.

My lungs burned as if I were underwater. It nearly lasted forever before I at last broke free of the plain. When I did, I burst from the surface and was thrown into something that felt like smooth flat gravel. I coughed and sputtered, gasping in great mouthfuls of fresh air, but surprisingly I was somehow still dry. The space from where I'd landed was completely pitch black and it didn't seem to matter whether my eyes were opened or closed. There was a sound that resembled something like a small explosion in a toilet and the next thing I knew, something like the size of a horse had crashed into the hill beside me. There was a moment of stunning silence before I reached out a hand and felt the thing beside me. I breathed a deep sigh of relief when I realized quickly that it was only my motorcycle. It had followed close behind me like a faithful animal keeping close to its master.

I patted it dearly and moved to one of the pockets kept on the side. When I'd found what I had been looking for, I took it in my hands and clicked it on. The light from the flashlight illuminated the darkness immediately and what I saw took all of my breath away.

Every corner of the room was stocked with mountains of treasure from jewels and precious stones to glistening gold. I stared dumbfounded at my surroundings unable to believe where I was. I crouched down and studied the many coins and gemstones under my feet. I inspected a large gold coin in my hand and realized quite suddenly that it was indeed real. Everything in this room was completely real.

Where would the Umbrella Corporation manage to get an entire room the size of a cathedral full of gold? What was more was what on earth would they do with it? The world was no more, and gold was about as worthless as dirt if it had no use but to sit on a shelf and collect dust. No one saw it as valuable anymore. Knives, guns, weapons, food, gas, and water were valued above all else these days and no on wanted to cart around junk they would never use.

I shone my flashlight from corner to corner considering the beauty granted from the grand riches, when suddenly my eyes caught on something more interesting. It looked like a shrine. And on a large but beautiful pavilion sat a gleaming green stone.

Very cautiously I came closer to it, till my steps at last brought me right to the stone from where it sat upon the slab. Now that I was close enough to touch it, it was more beautiful than I ever thought. I took it in my trembling hands and stared at it, as if waiting for something to happen.

As I stared, it reminded me so much of what was lost years ago. It was greener than any forest, or garden, or tree I'd ever remembered from my old life. It had been so long since I'd seen real, green, growing things and my heart suddenly ached at the thought that I would never see those living things again. I shook myself out of the trance, roughly dislodging those emotions from my consciousness. It was stupid to get so worked up over a dumb stone. I couldn't bring back what was already dead and there was no use in even trying.

In any case what in the world was I doing wondering where these Umbrella asses got all this cash? What did it matter to me if they stole it or fished it out from the bottom of the ocean? I had more important things to worry about, such as my life.

My arm was throbbing so tremendously that I could barely move it without waking the pain. I looked at my watch absently. 7:50. In another three hours I would be one of the living dead, cursed to hunger for any human that crossed my path. I had a large urge to find the cure and heal myself, but there was nothing left worth living for. My family was dead as well as my friends… even… even…

I had made it my duty to destroy the last of the Umbrella Corporation, so any other living humans or creatures were terminated just as well. There was nothing left to hold me back.

Every movement seemed to be placed in slow motion as I walked steadily to my bike. My arm dug in one of the pockets as the other held the light and I withdrew a loaded pistol. I hesitated for several minutes before unlocking the safety on it and sticking the barrel in my mouth. My eyes clenched shut and I prepared myself for a pain greater than anything I'd ever or would ever feel again.

"Just do it quickly." I told myself stanching the tears with my lids. My finger trembled on the trigger as I slowly began to pull it back and…

There was a deafening shattering behind me. I dislodged the gun from my mouth and spun wildly around pointing it now in the direction of the clamor. My light shone on the shrine to the emerald stone… or at least what was left of it. Then, sinking realization overcame me as I stared at the glittering pieces. From what I could tell when I held it, the stone had been hollow. Well now I knew it wasn't a stone after all, but actually an egg… and something had just come out of it.

There was rustling behind me and I turned just in time to see a dark shadow dart suddenly behind another mound of treasure. My breath came in hurried gasps and my heart pounded in my chest as the rustling continued for some time. It always came closer to me but never in sight and within range of my bullets. I was tempted to just start firing randomly and being done with it, but I stayed my hand.

This was definitely not the movement of something undead, but a thinking, calculating creature that preferred to toy with its prey before at last going in for the kill. My eyes swept the room with growing anxiety. I crouched and pointed my light and gun in the direction the rustling was mainly coming from.

At last when I thought I could take no more of this game, a tiny green head popped out of a mound of gold. I did not fire at once but waited for the creature to come closer. When it had, the gun lowered ever so slightly and I stared dumbfounded at the thing in front of me.

It… was a lizard of some sort. When it came closer I realized quite suddenly what the growths on its back were. Two bright green wings protruded from both its shoulders, thin and leathery with light green veins spread out over them. It was… a dragon. A real living dragon. But… no! This was a trick! It couldn't be.

It started forward and I brandished my gun again but for some reason the ability to fire was lost to me. It hesitated for a moment then continued again. This wasn't the gestures of a living dead, but a creature that was curious and concerned at the same time. Unsurely I put my gun down and reached my injured arm towards it. It sniffed my finger for a single moment before my fingers brushed ever so lightly against the crown of its head. The next minute a blinding light filled my vision and something that felt like an electric sock and the formation of a powerful bond shot up my arm. It was cold and hot all at the same time. I fell back with a gasp stuck in my throat. Every single inch of her hissed with rushing pain. My mouth opened and though I meant to cry out, What did you do to me? nothing left my mouth.

The next thing to happen took my breath away. Something brushed against my brain, directly under the scalp. Like a feather trailing the softest line under my temples. I felt it again but this time it seemed stronger. It didn't hurt parse, it just seemed more dense and aware; like a whisper gradually turning into a shout. It was like an opening had been torn in my mind and an insensible barrier had fallen away. It was then that I knew I was dead. Something must've snuck up on me and killed me. Now my spirit was escaping away; maybe I would go to heaven. The thought of dying frightened me.

I thought I was prepared. I realized suddenly with terror, that I actually wasn't at all ready for this.

NO! Not now! Please!

The next minute I slammed back into my body and everything was lost in darkness.

I don't think I've ever slept so deeply before that moment. I lay curled and content in the mound of gold, thinking it softer than a feathered bed. Something warm (which I mistook at first to be a cat) lay curled up by my stomach next to me just as soundly asleep as I was. My hand came down to stroke it comfortingly and I at once distinguished the texture of scales, horns, and leathery skin. I couldn't see the dragon through the darkness but I could feel it, warm and breathing beside me.

"So it hadn't been a dream after all." I said without concern. I was drowsy with the previous sleep and the cares and worries in my life were still waiting to become apparent. So I hadn't been eaten after all, I noticed first. Looks like there was nothing to be afraid of to begin with. I shifted around in my position to stretch and yawn, waking the baby dragon beside me. I was in between the stretch when a sudden terrible memory ruptured the satisfaction of sleep.

"The dead bite!" I realized in a horse whisper, grouping for my injured hand in the darkness.

How long had I been asleep? I should've been one of the undead already. But what had happened? How much time was there till I became one of those monsters? It was far too dark in the treasury to see anything. The flashlight I had held before everything went black, had run out of batteries hours ago. I searched myself for another one but there was nothing. I squinted through the darkness and spotted the tiniest ray of blue light in a far corner of the room. I rushed at it and realized that it was moonlight coming from a little window high up in the stone ceiling. I jerked off the leather glove on my arm and pulled my sleeve up only to find something even more surprising than either the treasury or the baby dragon.

There was nothing left of the undead's bite except a perfectly healed white scar and a silvery line that ran down the length of my thumb and wrapped tightly around my wrist twice ending with a sweep over the scar bite. When I studied it closer, I saw that it resembled something like that of a dragon with an exceptionally long tail. It was too incredible to be true. Was I healed then? Did the baby dragon cure me after that shock? There was pressure on my leg and I looked down in time to see the green dragon rubbing comfortingly against my shin, the way our cat Sophie often did when she wanted attention.

I stooped down and picked it up in my arms, scratching it tenderly behind its ears. It purred happily with the treatment, leaning its head back to become closer to my fingers. For a fire-breathing reptile, it seemed awfully feline. I sat down with it curled in my arms, continuing to massage its scaly temple. Something touched my mind unexpectedly. The sensation was faintly failure to me, because I'd once battled a monster with telekinetic powers of it's own. I mulled in the thought for a faint moment. That monster had been trying to reduce me to a mindless robot. If you've never engaged in battle with a creature of supernatural mind abilities, it really hurts to have one tampering with your head… it hurts a lot actually.

This, however, was soft but still tangible somehow, not the mind hammering battled I'd engaged in. More like the warmness you may feel on your scalp when standing in a hot shower.

Then, quite unexpectedly, the dragon looked up to my face and a starving sensation overwhelmed me.

I was so hungry all of a sudden. And from the insisting of the dragon, it was as well. It opened its mouth wide to display a small set of sharp baby teeth. It squeaked impatiently, searching the ground for food of some kind. It was only born a few hours ago, so I could understand if it was feeling hungry.

Now that I thought about it, I couldn't remember the last time I ate anything. That only made me even hungrier than I already was and in response, my stomach gave a loud growl. I wondered if I had any food left in one of the bags on my bike.

Ever since the outbreak of the virus, there was a chance that people could become infected through the consumption of contaminated food. As a result, all survivors were strictly reduced to a diet of tightly sealed, canned, and packaged food. It's been three years since the last time I had a well-cooked meal. But after a while, you sort of get use to it all.

I rooted through my bike in the light the moon provided for me and found a blank silver can. I shook it up to my ear trying to use my hearing to detect what could possibly be inside the way Mikey was able to do it. There was a swishing sound with a chunky knocking that was possibly some sort of fruit, but one could never be too sure. For all I knew, it was probably a can of green beans, which taste awful in my personal opinion.

I hammered a knife into it and sipped on what turned out to be peaches. I offered some to the baby dragon, but it didn't seem to enjoy the taste too well. Even still, it reluctantly gobbled up half of the can. It looked at me as I ate up what was left, but before I had finished, I was overcome with a deep desire to find some meat to chew on. Surely I had some protein of some kind. I rooted through the bags again trying to find a promising tin.

Perhaps this one.

I hammered a hole in it and smelled ham and potatoes. I offered it to the dragon. It sniffed it once and recoiled. It looked up at me with a disturbed un-satisfaction. If it had words I would expect it would say something like, "Is that really the best you can do?"

I sighed. "It's not much I know but it's really all that I have. They're not labeled so I'm afraid you'll just have to manage. I can't afford to be picky and neither can you."

It must've decided that this was going to be the best it got. So it plunged its head in the can and gobbled what was there down to the bottom. The two minutes it took for it to finish and it hadn't spared a single crumb.

"Hungry huh? I wonder if I have any left."

I searched for more but found none. Damn! I was out. And I didn't know where I would find more. All that was left were some Top Romen bags, canned fruit and/or vegetables, and squashed potato chip bags that were mostly crumbs by now.

Well I couldn't sit here and snack anyways. I had to find a way out of here. Those bastards were sure to come looking for me and I needed to get the hell out of here. I adjusted my bike and rolled it over to the door and… dear god!

It was wood! It was a wooden freaking door. Why the hell would the Umbrella Corporation be using a wooden door for this treasury? Come to think of it, this whole place looked like it dropped out of a fairy tale. The interior was made of hard granite, not concrete or white metal, which the scientists were fond of. And there were no lights. Why on earth would there be no lights? And cameras! Wouldn't they put cameras in a place like this? Just to make sure people like me didn't burst in. It just didn't make sense.

Maybe this was an illusion. Maybe they'd found out a way to breach the wards I'd put up to protect my freewill and now they were just messing with my mind. Whatever the case was, I needed to take the initiative and make a plan.

Well I had one, sort of, but if anything went wrong, I wouldn't be getting out of here alive. I felt the dragon on my leg again and looked down. Its eyes stung my heart. I stooped down again and scooped it up, cradling it like the helpless baby it was.

I had to get out of here now. I had a purpose now. And that purpose was to guard this dragon hatchling with my very life. I knew evil. I saw it in monsters assuming the roles of men and I saw it in creatures created to feed off of the lives of innocents. I knew from the very moment I saw this baby, knew in my very soul, that it was not evil. Not evil for a second.

I kissed its crown tenderly. "We're all that's left of civilization. The Umbrella Corporation did this to us. They took it all without mercy and without the decency to end it quickly. They must face judgment for what they've done to us. They must… suffer my vengeance!"

End of chapter one. It's all gunna be told in third person from here on out. Sorry if you liked K-Mart's telling through her perspective. Chapter two is coming. Review if you like this and if you don't... review anyways. I love your comments:)