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All ideas and names coming from any capcom resident evil game is strictly the property of capcom. Now, hope you enjoy

Resident Evil
Campus Carnage

Humanity nutures evil
bringing chaos into the world
yet humanity is not evil.
just vulnerable...

Bing. A small ring sounded as the elevator reached the top floor. Brant glanced at his watch, 12:04 am. 5 hours, the virus is probably spreading like crazy now. Brant walked down the furnished hallway, the whole time thinking about what he was going to say. He of all people knew that the president of Umbrella was not a patient man. The polished wooden doors smoothly opened and Brant entered the semicircle room. A desk sat in the middle of the room right in front of a large window looking out to the city below. The black marble desk only had a neatly stacked pile of papers and one lavish fountain pen lying on top. The president was not a disorganized man either.

" Sir..." A fine, black leather chair swung towards the disgruntled scientist and a bald man faced him from across the desk. "We have a problem at the Sellbain lab." Brant blurted out not being able to come up with an excuse while under pressure. The nervous tingle in the back of his throat was growing.

The bald man slowly lifted his left eyebrow. " A problem?"

Brant shuttered inside hearing the cold, yet calm voice of his boss. " It's Warris."

" The G-virus fanatic? The one who worshipped the very ground Birkin walked on? I'm guessing my spy has reported some mingling commited by our dear Mr. Warris." The bald man said, not once changing his blank expression.

" Yes, he never accepted that the G-virus was too unstable." Brant agreed. Shame befell him as he cursed at himself in the back of his mind for sucking up. He realized a long time agom that he was a yes-man but he was this because of one big reason. He was afraid of his employer. " Yes, it was your spy who contacted me but the situation is much more grim than you think."

Being Umbrella's top scientist, Brant was no fool. He could anticipate the president's need to know basis and his need for a solution. Being smart is not the only thing you have to be to climb corporate ladder, you also have to have a high sense of perception. "Unfortunately we have had no word from anyone else at the compound and I'm assuming they are all dead. The message said that he has already spread the T-virus throughout the compound."

The bald man remained unfazed by the news of the outbreak. Brant had never seen him panic. He always wanted to know all the information. He liked hearing multiple solutions and he always picked the best one. He was the ultimate strategist. " Assumption can be quite dangerous, Brant. I know my spy is not incompitent and he would have stated the exact time the virus was released."

" He did say it started at about 7 am." Brant answered.

" T-virus takes approximately six hours to go into full affect. You can obviously do the math." The bald man inimically stated turning his chair and gazing out into the gray metropolis. " Solutions, Brant." He said to the window.

" We don't want to lose the information that our lab has produced so bombing is out of the question. " Brant said remembering the Raccoon City incident. Than, an answer hit him. Desolator! He can handle any creation Warris could possibly dream of. This is perfect! I kill that repulsive cretin Warris, get to test my ultimate brainchild and impress baldy over here. Three birds, one stone. Some times I out do myself. Brant complimented himself. He knew it was stupid to be excessive but sometimes he did things that he could even believe.

Brant was so caught up in his thoughts that he did realize a grin had wiped across his face and was surprised to hear," You want to use Desolator, don't you?" The bald man spun his chair around to once again face Brant. " But how did you..." Brant began to mumble. " Brant, I know your enthusiam towards Umbrella's latest bio-weapon but there is a reason for your enthusiam. I have read the reports and saw Tyrant-03 in action. His progress and features even impress me."

" Yes, Desolator is perfect for this situation. We send him in programmed to destroy Warris. After the mission is completed and Desolator is out of there we blow the place and make the police believe it was some maniac student." Brant beamed thinking that his plan was without flaw.

" Brant, you forget two very important variables in this crisis. Our information gathered at the lab and any employees that might still be alive. Desolator will be sent in but so will a assault force. We will have the force collect all data they can find and rescue any Umbrella survivors. Than we execute the final stages of your simple but affective plan when the force is through." The bald man tilted his head and tapped his index fingers. " Do it." Brant turned to leave and as he reached the door, the bald man shot one final phrase at him," Don't fail me."

" Yes sir." Brant said, feeling like he was a step away from saluting him. He rushed out of the room, startled by his bosses sharp but expressionless warning. He put the chilled thought out of his head and comforted himself with images of Warris being ripped to shreds by Desolator. Warris, you doubted me before but there is no way you are getting out this alive. I win and that is all that matters. He knew that he should feel stupid for thinking such petty thoughts of revenge but Warris deserved what was coming to him. Brant chuckled softly to himself as he went down the hallway to get things started.


Chapter I

'A fresh coat of snow has covered the grounds of the university. I feel like a kid again. I am so happy since exams are over and Christmas break is here. God what a hellish week. I thought I my brain was going to explode through all of the facts that I crammed in. Well I...'

" Yo, Edwin, lets go!" Mick's voice interrupted the young author's journal entry.

" Can't you ever give me any privacy. I know we share a dorm, but fuck. I need time to do things like this." Edwin cursed at Mick. If there was one thing Edwin neede, it was privacy.

" These things can wait though. Do you really want to miss the party tonight? We just got out for the holidays and it's time to party!" Mick exclaimed trying to get Edwin pumped.

"Look, I need to get this finished. You know how I am with my journal. Just go to the party and I will meet you there in five minutes." Edwin said trying to get some time alone with his thoughts.

" Ok, see you there." Mick said as he zipped out of the dorm.

'Sorry about that, Mick just interrupted my thoughts. No one really understands my passion for writing. It is my one outlet for letting my true emotions free. I always acted so cool and savvy but it was just a mask. I acted as if nothing bothered me but the truth is, I absorb everything. I guess writing has been my only escape from the reality I set. I guess I should stop writing now and get to the party. I have told myself the same thing over and over and I guess I just like reminding myself how fragile I am. See ya!' Edwin dropped his pen and put the journal in his desk drawer. He stopped for a minute and looked down. Another semester finished. Just two more and I'm out of here. I'll be out there, fending for myself. I hope I make it. Edwin snapped out of his trance and went to get dressed up for the party. Sometimes he got lost with all the thinking going on in his head.

Ric glanced back at his footprints in the snow. God, who knew this was going to be such a climb. He kicked his boots on the side of the building to remove the snow from his soles and walked in the university. Looking around he saw an information alcove which had been barred in by a wooden counter and above there was the traditional 'all vistors report to the front desk' school greeting plaque. Two hallways forked the enterance a stairwell could be seen at the end of one. The information area was empty and the place seemed to be barren. Just my luck, I had to trek up that massive hill in sub zero weather while going through the most traumatic events of my life to find my brother for answers and now there's no one fucking here! Ric rambled to himself, knowing in the back of his mind that nothing would be accomplished if he just sat around whining. He went to the edge of the wooden counter and tapped a bell just in case anyone was around. We waited for a minute, nothing. In a moment of frusteration, he wacked the bell making it fall to the floor. When Ric turned to the hall with the stairs to find someone, a door behind the information area creeked open. Ric spun to see a lean, pompous figure clothed in a gray single brested suit. "Hello?"

The man walked towards him and fully materialized under a flourescent light on the ceiling. His face was thin and wrinkled yet still maintained so form of acttractiveness. His hair was a brownish-gray and was perfectly combed. His dark brown eyes seemed to give of an aura of strict and stern discipline. Ric already figured out he was a dean. " And you are?" The man asked in annoyed voice.

" I'm Ric Coomber. I'm here to see my brother." Ric answered forcefully, feeling threatened by this unnamed authority figure.

The man's eyes widened for a second than reverted to normal size. Ric felt like he was beeing analyzed. " My name is Mr. Stilmeyer. I am a dean here and I know your brother quite well." Stilmeyer said, sneering the word brother.

" Well can you tell me where he is?" Ric asked trying not to be impatient.

" Fine." Stilmeyer exited the information alcove. He stopped and faced Ric. " Does your brother even know you are here?"

Ric looked at Stilmeyer's aged face. His impatience was growing witht the elderly but spiteful dean. " No he doesn't. I kinda rushed here because of a family emergency."

The dean's eyes stared down at the youth's growling eyes. " I see... Next time try and call before hand. I am already having to do extra work because the information staff have already left for the holidays."
Stilmeyer exited down the hall oppositeto the one with the stairs.

Man, what an asshole. Ric thought as the man exited his sights.

Edwin stood at the door of his friends' christmas break party. Even if he hadn't of known the dorm number, the music pounding through the walls would have been evidence enough. Edwin had to pratically bash the door in to get someone to hear him. The door swung open and there was a blonde beauty with emerald eyes right in the doorway. " Hey everyone, Edwin's here!" she shouted to the six guests inside.

All the guest turned around and said hello and then went back to dancing or eating or drinking. Edwin entered giving a cheery 'hello' to everyone. In total, there were eight at the party. First there was Edwin Coomber. He was the cool one out of his group of friends. He never allowed emotions to get the better of him in public. It was his way of protecting himself and others. The next person was Mick Oriole, Edwin's dorm roommate. He was well built and very husky. His muscles had led him to act like a jock since high school. His machoism only masked his deep sense of caring and compassion for other people. Next was Joseph Lyn, or Seph, his group nickname. Having the highest mark in Sellbain had cost him a large portion of his life. Studying had become a compulsion to him. Even during holidays he would be hitting the books cramming more facts into his head. His antisocial habits gave him a fear of doing anything new and unfimiliar. His unwillingness to take risks put him near the brink of agoraphobia. Joseph's roommate became a savoir to him when they first met in first year at Sellbain. Herold Prest was a flamboyant, clubhopping, testermone charged slacker crazed with going out and just living. He was the complete opposite of Joseph and was able to lead Joseph a neckways out of his shell. Prest, as he liked to be called, was the reason Joseph had come down to the party. Prest had become obsessed with the guest by the name of Jesse Cooper. Her figure was parallel to Prest's shallowness. The authenticity of her breasts had come into numerous conversations between her friends. She was a spoiled beauty queen who thought more about her looks than anything else. Melissa Ronberto was the strong one out of the girls. Her story was a tragic one. Being raped at the innocent age of fourteen changed her whole view of life. She felt that she needed to be strong to survive. She usually looks within herself to solve her own problems and has a hard time openning up to people especially males. Kathryn Gabriella was the modest one. She usually remained quiet and gave people support when they needed it. She could lighten up a room without even saying a word. She was serene, rarely giving off angry or depressed thoughts. Like Edwin, her emotions were hidden behind a role she thought she had to be all the time. A role she felt protected from the world in. The final person was the hostess of the party, Kelly Knight. She was the one who always had to remind everyone else of her achievements. She believed if you always acknowledged your accomplishments, your failures wouldn't seem as bad. She wasn't totally self obsessed and she did enjoy seeing people having a good time. That was the reason she had thrown the party. " Kelly, how about turning the music down for a bit, give all of us a chance to talk."Edwin suggested.

" Okay, but it doesn't mean that it's off for the night. Oh, by the way, drinks are over there." Kelly said trying to be a nice host.

" Edwin, how goes life?" Prest asked energetically as Edwin found his way to the refreshment stand.

" Not bad Prest. Although, I didn't expect to see you here."

" I know I usually hit the clubs on friday evenings but hey, I thought I would just stay with my friends. Besides, I wanted to get Seph out of the dorm and doing something other than studying." Seph said while pouring himself some beer.

" Sure Prest." Mick said entering the conversation. " You're just here because of Jesse."

" Shut up you muscle-bound moron. I wouldn't change my schedule over some chick."

" Please, Prest. I've seen the way you stare at her chest. You want to climb them, don't you?" Mick pressed on.

Prest was beginning to get aggravated and Edwin could feel the tension. " Ok, break it up! We are here to have fun not quibble over insignificent innuendoes."

Prest snarled at Mick. He looked towards Edwin and mildly grumbled," Always the voice of reason eh." Edwin gave Prest a look of dissatisfaction before pouring somem coke for himself. Prest, you sure are a piece of work. It is beyond me why he would want to get into a fight over pety insults brought by Mick in good humour. Oh yeah, reminder to self: thank Kelly for putting pop out for me. Edwin didn't really like when his friends acted immature it made him feel like he was in high school again and that was a time of his life he would much rather forget. Edwin was always saying things like," Are we back in grade school again?" or " Stop acting like idiots." It's not that he didn't like having fun and acting childish he just thought there was a time and place for eveything and people chose to be immature at the worst times. Edwin did not like to think that because his friends acted like idiots at times made them idiots. He knew that behind any human on the face of Earth was a vulnerable being susceptible to any compensation found to mask weaknesses from others. Edwin always was concious of his own masquerade. A sauve attitude matched with the occasional sunglasses covering his tanned leather brown eyes. Regular jeans and non-labled and colored t-shirts always occampanied his 5"11, 180 lbs form. His auburn hair was rugged but never too long. He was his own version of calm. He tried to act like a perfect gentleman but sometimes the best of people screw up, big.


Seph had come and started talking to Prest and Mick while Edwin was getting his drink. " Looks like Edwin's getting some pop." Prest snickered at his friend's AA attitude. " I hope he doesn't have too much or he might get a bit tipsy."

Seph snorted a bit. " Lay off Prest. You know why he doesn't want to drink." Mick defended.

" So he got a bit drunk and made a mistake. Big deal. He of all people should know that everyone makes mistakes." Prest scoffed not understanding Edwin's sobriety.

" You know very well that he never forgave himself for what he did. That's why he made the promise." Mick scolded. Seph coughed lightly to try to cover his shame of encouraging Prest.

" He didn't even hit her that hard and she forgave him, right?" Prest argued not wanting to accept that Edwin was now just a slave to regret because of a mistake that Prest himself had copied in the past.

" Edwin works damn hard to keep his emotions in check. You know how he never gets angry or anything like that. She may have forgiven him but I believe that she remembers that day everytime she sees him." Mick berated Prest's view some more.

" Listen, I'm not saying Edwin is bad but..." Prest began.

" Let's just drop it guys." Seph interrupted.

" Fine." The arguing duo agreed. For a moment there was dead silence. " I know a question you would like." Prest said to Mick annoyed by the silence. Mick looked at him with a bit of curiousity in his navy blue eyes. " Who out of the four girls here would you like to fuck?"

" C'mon Prest, what kind of question is that?" Seph asked just as Edwin rejoined his friends.

" What question?" Edwin asked curiously.

" Prest wants to know which one out of Jesse, Kelly, Kathryn or Mellisa would be my choice to sleep with." Mick replied.

" Prest, what the hell kind of question is that?" Edwin repeated agreeing with Seph's distaste.

" Why do you guys always have to be boy scouts for. It's all in good fun for Chrissakes!" Prest explained hoping his friends could break his boredom he was facing. C'mon Edwin, you can't be totally pure. I know there's a part of you who can actually have a bit of fun.

" Alright, whatever. The question wasn't directed at me anyways so why should I care?" Edwin said.

Mick began to rub his chin, seeming to be thinking very deeply about the subject. " Gotta to be Kelly." He finally answered. " She may not be as attractive as Jesse but she does have more character and her confidence really intruiges me."

" Kelly, she is pretty good looking." Prest said. Doesn't anyone care just about looks anymore? Out of everyone here I thought Mick was the one who would agree with me. Well there's that whole book, cover thing. " You're turn, Seph."

Seph shook his head before he said," What the hell, I know if I don't answer you, you'll annoy me all night. Melissa. Yeah, Melissa. I like how strong she is even in the bleakest of situation. It's something I admire."

" The whole opposites attract thing, right?" Mick asked.

" Yeah." Seph said blushing a bit.

" Edwin your turn." Prest said. Let's see who 'etiquette Edwin' picks.

" No Prest, I don't want to. This is... is stupid." Edwin rejected, fumbling a few words.

" You're a virgin!" Prest announced.

" What?!" Mick blurted.

" But how did you, you know?" Edwin said fumbling the words again.

" I have experience in this area." Prest bragged. " That means you're the only guy here who is."

" Seph you aren't!?!" Mick asked a bit shocked.

" One night, Prest took me clubbing and..." Seph started.

" You got drunk with this one girl, Marcy I think. And in the morning you were in a motel without any pants on. Another clubbing classic." Prest finished. While the others just stood their, staring at Seph in disbelief Prest was congradualting himself on his choice of words. Clubbing classic. Beuatiful, just beautiful. Prest, you certainly are slick.

" Yeah. That's one of the few risks that I'm glad I took if you know what I mean." Seph beamed while being shifted out his normal self by his hormones.

" Damn, you think you know a person and wham!" Mick exclaimed.

The group became silent for a bit. Seph was now very edgy, obviously feeling a bit ashamed of his rambunctiousness in trying to be masculin. Prest decided to kill the silence. " Well, I'll pick one for you. Since Mick got Kelly, Seph got Melissa and everyone here knows I want Jesse, Edwin, you get Kathry.... oh shit." Prest cursed. That sounded a lot better in my head.

Edwin stood emotionless staring at Prest. He quickly turned his head as a tear formed under his left eye. " What's the matter with you, Prest? Don't you think before you open the big fuckin' mouth of yours!?!" Mick yelled fiercely.

Edwin wiped away the tear a turned his head to Mick. " It's ok Mick."

" I'm REALLY sorry Edwin." Prest grovelled. " Oh look, I'm out of beer. I thinking I'll just go.. and.. get some.. stuff." Prest got out of there as fast as he could.

Edwin slowly turned his head towards Kathryn. She was enveloped in a convesation with Kelly, Melissa and Jesse. " Kathryn. I'm so sorry." Edwin whispered to himself.