AN: Okay. I failed in my last attempt to make a Resident Evil and Hannah Montana story. I have now decided to give it another go at it. In this story, it follows loosely after Wesker's demise, but as people in Raccoon City are picking up the pieces after what happened there, a shocking and terrible truth comes to light. I am taking some creative liberties here, and due know that I am not trying to offend fans of Resident Evil, because I am a Resident Evil fan as well (video game wise anyway). Okay, explanation over, enjoy.
Chapter One: What Wesker Hid From Everyone
It was over. Albert Wesker was dead, and so was the T-Virus. Story over, happy endings all around, right?
No.
Little did anyone know, Albert Wesker was planning for his inevitable demise, and knew it was coming. Once Albert Wesker died, everyone thought that every last trace of the T-Virus would be gone with him. That is where they are wrong.
See, Albert had planned for this years in advance, almost to the day that the T-Virus was created. So, here's the deal, Albert wondered what would happen if an infant would be injected with the T-Virus. Problem was, he didn't know who the subject should be.
Then he remembered a scientist that worked at Umbrella named Lori Ann. She was already 9 months pregnant, and her child would be the perfect specimen to experiment on. She was in dire straits, and would do anything to keep her child. This being one of them, of course.
After the child was born, and when that child got a little older, he ordered experiments on that child behind the child mother's back. He injected the little boy with the T-Virus, and had him watched very closely.What made him so curious was how the child didn't show no after effects of the T-Virus being in his blood stream.
At this time, Lori Ann grew a conscious, and demanded Wesker stop the experiments on her child. Wesker refused, and one night, Lori Ann stole the child from Umbrella, and went into hiding. Lori Ann thought that she would never find her and her child, but she underestimated Albert Wesker, and paid for it dearly.
With that little introduction out of the way, we head back to present day Raccoon City. Chris Redfield, his sister Claire Redfield, and Jill Valentine are searching through what remains of Wesker's mansion. What they find will surprise them all.
PRESENT DAY
ALBERT WESKER'S MANSION
"Damn. It looks as though a goddamn twister went through this place." Chris said, looking around at the damage that the place took. It seems that in the following days of Wesker's death, random residents of Raccoon City raided the mansion and looted whatever valuables that they found. There was enough to identify who this place belonged to, but besides that, it looked kind of ran down.
"What are we looking for, again?" Jill called as she looked around in an upper level.
"Wesker's death meant that Umbrella is in limbo." Chris said. "I have a feeling even though Wesker is gone, he made sure that the T-Virus will live on."
"How? How can Wesker make sure that is even possible? From the grave no less." Jill asked.
"No idea. Knowing that son of a bitch, he would find a way to make sure that is possible." Chris said.
"Uh, guys. I found something that you might want to take a look at." Claire said, calling out from the direction of Wesker's former bedroom.
Jill and Chris were there in time to see Claire looking at various files.
"What are these?" Chris asked her, taking a file from her.
"Look and see." Claire said, her voice sounding a little rattled.
Chris opened an Umbrella file, and looked at it. It contained a photo of a woman, and data and information about a child that she carried.
"Okay, what am I looking at here?" Jill asked them.
"It appears that Wesker once performed experiments on a young baby, seeing what the T-Virus would do once it was in the baby's blood stream." Chris said.
"That sick son of a bitch." Jill said.
"It gets worse." Claire said. Jill picked up another file and went through it while Chris continued to look through the same one that he had.
"Judging by the looks of it, the T-Virus bonded with the kid's DNA, and the kid is still alive and doing well, all things considering." Chris said.
"These are transcripts from the school that the child is attending." Jill said. "He has some good grades, a 3.8 grade point average. Pretty smart kid, by the looks of it right here."
"So, Wesker was keeping tabs on the kid, just to make sure of what exactly?" Claire asked.
"Probably to see if there were any long term effects of the T-Virus inside of the bloodstream." Chris said. "What gets me is how closely he was following the kid. No way he was just following him to monitor the T-Virus. He had people that he could have made to do that."
"What are you trying to say?" Jill asked him.
"I honestly think...this is Wesker's kid." Chris said. Jill and Claire shared a look of disbelief, and then looked back at Chris.
"Honestly?" Claire said.
"I do." Chris said.
"Okay, let's say you're right. How do we prove it?" Jill asked him.
"We go out to where the kid lives, and prove it." Chris said. "By the looks of it, the kid lives out in Malibu, California. So I guess that is where we are headed."
"I have to say, I do not have a good feeling about this." Claire said, with a shudder.
"Neither do I." Chris said.
SEAVIEW HIGH
Michael Harris was in the lunchroom with his friends Miley Stewart, Lilly Truscott, and Lilly's boyfriend Oliver Oken. With the five of them, his sister Melody Song. They were laughing as Michael was busy telling them a story.
"Okay, so what happened again?" Oliver asked him.
"It went like this." Michael said, beginning his explanation once more. "I was sitting at home all by myself. My buddies Matt and Jeff came by with this rental car. It looked as though it was already being put through the ringer by these two. Jeff asked to use my bathroom, and no sooner than when he finished, Matt was sitting in the house, and the rental car that they were in was up in flames."
"I still think that one of them set it on fire." Melody said, crossing her arms.
"So do I." Michael answered.
"What happened next?" Lilly asked him.
"I called the fire department." Michael said, shrugging his shoulders. "There was not a whole lot I could of done, besides that."
"What did the cops and firemen ask you once they got there?" Miley asked him.
"They asked me what happened, and I told them that I only saw the car on fire, and called them right away." Michael said.
"Matt or Jeff had to set that car on fire." Miley told him.
"I know. I told them that I didn't see anything but the smoke from the car fire." Michael said.
"God, what else did you get into in St. Louis?" Miley asked, laughing.
"A lot. A lot of stuff that I got away with." Michael said with a smile.
Michael smiled wearily as he arrived home after school. Melody was off doing some type of girl stuff with Miley and Lilly, and Michael just wanted to get some rest after the day he had.
His older brother Charles was not at home, so that meant that he would have the house to himself, at least for a few hours. He loved being by himself. Not that he didn't really like his friends or family, but sometimes you just want a few hours to yourself, you know?.
He headed into his room, and left his bedroom door slightly open just in case one of his siblings came home. Michael kicked off his sneakers, and laid on his bed. It wasn't long before sleep over took him.
Once his subconscious took over, it was as if his mind wasn't his own, and that someone was taking over for him. It seemed that Michael was floating over a random city, but it couldn't be a city. It looked as if it was war torn. Building were blown out, and there was fire and destruction everywhere.
Michael had no idea what was going on, but he looked down below him, and saw zombies, or something like it marching through a city. The few people that weren't zombies were busy running away from the actual zombies, and Michael could only watch and marvel at the scene below. Just what in the hell was happening here.
Michael wondered where he was exactly, and his eyes scanned the area for a sign as to where he was exactly. As he looked around, he noticed a girl running from a group of zombies. She looked familiar, and as he watched closely, he noticed who she was.
Miley.
Miley found herself cornered as the group of zombies began to descend upon her. Michael could only watch in horror as they finally got to her...
Two troubling things about that dream that Michael had. One, that nightmare that he just had was not new. He had that nightmare, well, to the point that he kind of knew what was going to happen every time he had that nightmare. Each time that he had it, the zombies chasing Miley would get ever so closer to getting her every time, but he would wake up before they would get her.
Two, Michael felt deep in his heart that there was something or some reason that he was having these frequent nightmares. He wondered if he should look up something about his father, or mother. Then he realized that the information he was going to find was not going to be good. So, at that point in this time frame, he decided to leave it alone.
But alas, sometimes trouble has a way of finding you at the most peaceful moments in life.
Michael began to grow agitated, sitting in his home by himself. After the nightmare he had, and the growing time to think about it, his mind began to settle on what he just thought about. He decided to get out of the house and do something, anything.
"Might as well go see what Oliver's doing." Michael said. He slid on his favorite Cardinals jersey with his favorite faded jeans and black sneakers. He checked his looks one time quickly before heading out the door. As he stood on the porch, he felt eyes being on him.
"Damn. I am getting paranoid. I better get out of here." Michael said, getting in his truck, and driving off.
AN: I decided to end the chapter a little short because it started to drag on a little bit. Next chapter, Michael visits Oliver, and while sitting there, they began to realize something big might be going on. Thanks to Carmelita'sFox for inspiring me with this story idea.