Guess what guys! I'm re-writing this fanfiction, merely because I wonder how I can morph it into something glorious. Plus, I certainly hope to add more detail. *COUGH*And totally not to just reupload it because some cockblaster deleted it.*COUGH*

With that being said, expect some of the chapters to be a bit longer, and maybe even a few scenes to be more detailed or some redundant things removed. However with this reboot, if you would like the original version, go ahead and PM me, and I can send you the file via email or some other way if possible.

I kinda adore this story to be honest; it was my very first Resident Evil fanfiction, and my first somewhat good lemon. I can go ahead and let you know that all of the characters will still be there, and I probably won't be following the legit script from the movie (I think that's why it kinda sucked). I was so worried about accuracy that I ended up forgetting that it still needed to be good.

ANYWAY, I'll shut the fuck up so you guys can enjoy this Reboot of Resident Evil: Judgment Day.

It was a normal sunny day in Raccoon City. The streets were bustling with activity and liveliness as we drove by. It seemed as if everyone had already conformed to a perfect schedule, going on and on in an endless loop. I stared at the clouds, watching the industrialized city pass on into a cookie-cutter suburban neighborhood. It looked like Wisteria Lane from Mom's favorite show, Desperate Housewives. Everyone looked friendly, but all were hiding something deep in their minds.

"Aria?"

I turned my head to face my twin sister, Arielle (who usually preferred to be called Ellie), who was looking at me with a slight concerned expression on her barely tanned face.

Ellie may have been my twin, but we weren't identical. If anything, we inherited our appearance from one parent. I took after Mom, with black hair, grey eyes, and a heart shaped face, and the paleness; whereas Ellie took after Dad, with dusty blonde hair, skin just a little darker than I, green eyes, and very strong features that I used to envy so much in high school.

We sure as hell didn't have the same style either. Although I don't like the idea of labeling, to someone who didn't know me, I'd be a Goth. My sister just dresses the way she feels, which is often light and colorful.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

I smiled and nodded, "Yeah, just thinking. By the way, how much longer until we get to our house?"

She looked around; "I'd assume maybe another ten minutes." she shrugged.

Perhaps I should back up a little...

Three months ago, our mother died from illness. One thing I didn't inherit from her was a weak immune system. She was always getting sick, but that never stopped her.

And one day she just over-worked herself.

Ellie and I were devastated, but Dad may have suffered more. So, at twenty-four, my sister and I figured that we would live with Dad to help cope with not having Mom around. We'd help with chores and the cooking.

Plus if Dad didn't have anyone else to help him with the house while he was pretty much losing his mind at work, things wouldn't end too pretty.

Dad smiled at us from the front seat, "We're almost there."

I smiled back. Ellie was ecstatic about moving to the city, but I still felt a little hesitant. I didn't hate the city, but I wasn't used to it.

We hadn't been to Raccoon City since Mom was still alive.

At the end of our new street, was a two level, navy blue house with white wood work. The concrete path that led from the driveway to the front porch was lined with white tulips and blue morning glory flowers. The movers had already come and gone, so our furniture had been placed where it needed to be. All that was left to unpack were the dishes, movies, clothes and other things of the like.

"Girls, can you help me with the groceries?" Dad asked as he parked the car.

Ellie and I both agreed and hopped out of the car.

Inside was neat and orderly, unlike most houses when people move in. The couch was right in front of the large window, letting the evening light wash over the beige walls. The TV stand stood in the center of the room, and beside it, was a staircase that lead up to the second floor where our bedrooms were.

To the left of the living room where we walked in, a large arch connected the living room and the sage green dining area. Once in the dining room, another arch led to the kitchen, which was painted a pastel yellow. As the cook of the house, this was Ellie's favorite room. It wasn't excessively large, but didn't feel cramped either.

We set the groceries on the counter and began to put things away. I grabbed the bag of seasonings we already had and put them in their own place, as Ellie and Dad put away the refrigerated items first, before taking care of the rest.

Dad smiled at us, "I got the rest, girls. Why don't you go on upstairs and unpack?"

We nodded, and like little kids, raced up the stairs, hearing Dad laughing.

My room was the first on the left, so technically, I won, but Ellie didn't see it that way. Oh well.

My room was dark purple and inviting. The ceiling was arched, but it made the room feel longer. Just to the right of the single window was my futon, with a box of bedding sitting on it. On the left, was my dark wood dresser with the boxes of clothes right beside it.

Next to my desk was the large bookshelf; empty. Three large boxes stood in front of it, containing things from short stories I had written, to Sherlock Holmes.

I smiled slightly, I liked this room.

I could hear Ellie play music from her laptop in her bedroom. The Hollow by A Perfect Circle.

I sang quietly to myself as I unpacked the box of books. Nostalgia filled me when I came across a photo album from when Ellie and I were in middle school. I laughed when I saw the picture of us putting make up on Dad.

I didn't have many pictures of my mother. She was always the one holding the camera, and often insisted that she not be photographed. There were, however, a few times when she would give in to Ellie and me and let us take her picture. My favorite was the one of her smiling with a cup of tea and reading a book. Her long hair was pulled into a braid, like usual, and her grey eyes showed nothing but happiness.

I missed her.

I sighed and placed the photo album on the top shelf, with my other albums. Just as I finished, I heard someone open my door.

"Hey, Aria, wanna go to the café?" Ellie said from the doorway.

I turned around to face her, "Sure. The Java House is still in downtown, right?" I asked.

She nodded, "As always." She helped me up and I mumbled a 'thanks' and walked down the stairs with her.

Dad was sitting on the couch with a cup of coffee, and waved to us. "Heading to the café?" he asked. When we nodded, he gave a quick smile. "Walk safely."

Summer in Raccoon City was something I hadn't missed too much. There were too many memories of sunburns and heat sickness to really 'enjoy' the heat. Today, however, was a little different. The cool air enveloped my sister and me.

Ellie smiled as she admired the colors of summer; I loved how the summer represented my sister in every way.

"Aria?"

I looked to her, "Yeah?"

"Do you hear sirens?"

I stopped in my tracks and listened carefully, as did she. She was right; sirens were blaring in the distance towards the inner city.

"Uh… fire?" I guessed.

She frowned, "That's one big fire."

By then, we had reached the edge of the suburbs and into the industrialized landscape of Raccoon City. We had walked a half a mile without really noticing it. In the distance, I could see people running about, panicking about something. There were cop cars, ambulances, and fire trucks blocking the way into the street.

"Ellie… Maybe we should just get back to the house." I said, hearing my own voice crack ever so slightly.

She nodded and turned on her heel; I was following quickly.

"Hey…" she stopped and looked up. "Why are they headed towards the fire?"

Eight black helicopters with UMBRELLA emblems flew over us and towards the city.

Now that I think about it… I don't think it's a fire…

"Let's just go." I said and practically dragged her back to the house.

"Wai- Aria-"

"I have a bad feeling about it, so can we please go?" I asked.

She nodded and picked up the pace to match mine. "Dad's not gonna believe this."

"It may already be on the news; you know how he can't stay off that channel." I rolled my eyes.

"I hate that newswoman though… She looks like a leather chair." She muttered and slowed down.

I had already taken a few large steps before turning back to face her. "Ellie, what is it?"

"Look." She pointed towards our new house.

Nothing seemed out of order until she pulled me closer to her, so I could see things the way she could. The front window was broken.

"Dammit, did Dad break something already?" I muttered.

"I don't want to hear it; you inherited his coordination. But it doesn't look like it was broken from the inside."

My stomach twisted. The way she said it made it seem like someone had broken into our house. What luck; first day in this new house isn't even over and we already have to replace something… or lots of somethings.

My legs felt like jelly as we continued towards our house. Beside me, Ellie fiddled with the ends of her light blue sleeves. She was just as nervous as I; something that frightened me. Ellie was always the stronger and braver twin.

When we reached the front door to our own house, my hands were shaking. I felt like Scooby in a scary mystery, shaking like a leaf in a violent ice storm.

Ellie turned the knob and went inside first. She looked to the living room and gasped, "Oh my god!"

I quickly closed the door behind me and almost threw up.

Blood was splattered against the walls and dripping from the broken window pane. "What the fuck?" I hissed. Ellie had a death grip on my forearm as we slowly made our way into the living room. As we rounded the corner, blood trailed up the stairs.

"Ellie, stay down here." I said quietly and un-latched her fingers from my arm.

The smell of rotted flesh filled my nostrils and I resisted the urge to hurl as I climbed the staircase. The amount of blood hadn't decreased, if anything, there was more of it upstairs than down.

My stomach twisted and turned as I heard Ellie call for Dad. I hoped to the gods that Dad wasn't here to see this.

I was at the top of the stairs, staring at the bloody handprints on the walls and the line of blood lead into the master bedroom; Dad's room.

I told myself to not cry, not make a noise.

Over the thumping of my own heartbeat, I heard crunching coming from his room.

I froze in fear when I stepped into the doorway. The blood led to the other side of his bed, and someone was leaning over. I assumed that was where the crunching sounds came from.

In this room, the stench had made my eyes water and I almost gagged. I remained silent until I saw a man in a greyish suit sit up. I gasped when he turned his face to reveal a chunk of his own flesh hanging from his jawline. Fragments of skin clung to his teeth and blood dripped from his mouth. He turned to face me and growled. I mean growled. Frozen in fear, I heard my mind go into panic mode.

He stood at a whopping six feet and stumbled towards me, reaching as if he were about to attack me.

I finally regained the ability to move and instinctively brought my arms up to fend him off. His teeth clicked as he tried to bite me. I shoved him off and sent him backwards onto the bed. He was stupid; he was having trouble getting up!

I turned on my heel to leave that room and get Ellie.

A body lunged to me, biting ravenously at me. I screamed and tried to pull my arm away from him. "ELLIE!"

I heard loud footsteps dashing up the stairs when another hand landed on my other shoulder.

I cursed wildly in my mind and prayed that Ellie would get up the stairs and save me.

The other man that had a hold of my arm was yanked off of me and I had a chance to push off the other.

Ellie, who was holding a softball bat in her hands, had smashed the skull of one man and was heading towards the other. Instead, I pulled the pocket knife from my back pocket and slashed at his neck.

Ellie took my hand and brought me down the stairs.

Once in the living room, she looked at me, "Aria, are you alright?" she asked me.

I nodded and glanced at my arm, the only damage was the beginning of a bruise. "I'm fine."

"What the hell was that?" she rubbed her forehead and sat on the couch. I looked to our TV, which had switched to an emergency report on the news. A news reporter was going on about more of this stuff happening within the inner city. Messages like 'Dead Coming Back' and 'Unexplained Murder Sprees' were running along the bottom edge of the screen.

"I don't think we're the only ones dealing with this." I muttered.

She looked to the screen and had an expression of disbelief, "You've got to be kidding…"

Feet were shuffling down the steps, but who could it have been? We killed the two men upstairs unless…

I was in shock that I hadn't remembered that Ellie and I weren't the only ones living in this house. The adrenaline had completely pushed me into survival mode.

I slowly lifted my eyes to the staircase and saw Dad watching us. His eyes showed nothing, as if he were really dead. He growled and stumbled forward.

"… Dad?"

AUTHOR'S NOTES (FUCKING READ THESE)

I feel uber proud that I finished chapter one. I'm so sorry to those who are still waiting for the next update to A Silent Town. I PROMISE I WILL WORK ON IT SOON. I've been wearing myself out on Silent Hill, so I need a short break from it. By the way, should I still include the lemon at the end? Because it does relate to the plot of a possible sequel. Well, I hope you guys have enjoyed chapter one. Remember, PM me if you want the original story.

ZOMBIE OUT.