(I DO NOT OWN ANY RESIDENT EVIL CHARACTERS BLA BLA BLA NO ONE CAN SUE ME) THIS STORY HAS ABSOLUTLEY NOTHING TO DO WITH ANY OF THE GAMES TIMELINE WISE JUST READ THIS AS IF THEY NEVER HAPPENED. RESIDENT EVIL Valley of Death

Prologue

The sound of gas releasing reached the ears of two white-coated men. One of the men had a large scar reaching from his left ear to his chin. The other was wearing glasses and a nametag that read Dr Jones. The scarred face man pushed the other man with the nozzle of his gun, "Open the fucking vault or I'll blow your brains all over the floor!" Dr Jones stuttered "ok. just p-please don't. k-kill me". He stumbled over to a keypad mounted on the wall next to a large round metal door. He pushed the numbers 5-2-7-4-9, a confirmation beep was emitted and a fingerprint and retina scanner was lowered from the roof. He nervously placed his hand onto the scanner and leaned forward to look into the retina scanner. A women's voice suddenly sounded from several speakers imbedded in the roof,

"Access Granted, Welcome to the vault Dr Jones, Have a nice day". The Dr turned around to face his captor "Now you can." He stopped abruptly as he realized he was staring down the barrel of a gun. "Good bye Dr Jones" the scarred man said.

BANG! BANG!

The gun's nozzle pointed down towards his abdomen and exploded in several bright flashes and Dr Jones's life was brought abruptly to an end. The scarred man stepped over the twitching body and into the vault. He calmly walked over to a bench and removed his blood splattered lab coat revealing a black S.T.A.R.S jacket and army fatigues. Then he removed a refrigerated transportation unit (RTU) from the bench near him and walked over to a Subject Storage Room. He pulled open the door and picked up several sealed test tubes containing a blue liquid. After putting them into the RTU he quickly excited the large room. As he passed the body of Dr Jones he stopped to check the pulse and couldn't get it. Anyway he reasoned with himself, nothing could survive several shots to the gut. He got up off his knees and took a step forward but put his foot in the pool of Dr Jones's blood sending him crashing onto the ground and accidentally launching the RTU into the air. His eyes followed the RTU as it sailed through the air and smashed into the wall breaking all but one of the test tubes and splashing the blue liquid all over the floor.

A look of terror replaced the look of shock on his face as the realization of his impending doom dawned on him. Nothing has ever been directly exposed to the virus and survived. He heard a groan behind him and as he turned around he saw the corpse of the recently deceased Dr Jones standing barely three feet away from him. Dr Jones's eyes were rolled back in his head and his lab coat was drenched with blood. The bloody figure let out a spine tingling moan before lunging forward to bite into the flesh on his neck.

NOOOOOOOOOOO.