Authors Note: This story is going to be serious and hopefully, a very well liked one. Well, of course I'l have humar, but it will definatly have a more serious tone than my other stories. Don't worry, I'm still working on the others, it's just that I've been so busy that I don't have much time finishing the chapters I already started. Of course you're wandering why I'm writing another story instead of working on the others. Truthfully, this story just wont leave my brain! I've just hooked up my old Sega Dreamcast and started playing Resident Evil 2 constantly. Although it's graphics isn't like today, that game still gets to me. Which is the reason I'm writing this. The story line refuses to leave my imagination. So, I started writing in a notebook and came up with two chapters. The third will be up when I'm done with the other updates on the other two stories.

Wow, this is a long authors note! Hehe! O.K., here's the outline. This is going to be a Res Evil character's point of view, not mine. If you played out both story lines and played both A and B Canon stories, then you will notice that I mixed the two in a nice, blended smoothie! I of course will add dialogue here and there to fill in the silences. You get my drift. As for the first chapter, it will have no action or stuff like that, it'll be the characters emotional ranting over the incident. So, without further ado, I present my version of Resident Evil 2!

Disclaimer: CAPCOM and whoever else owns all of the Resident Evil games and the characters within them. I own none. Well, actually I own lots of their games, but not the rights to write about the characters and make any prophit by selling novels about them. If I did, then I would be bragging about that and saying, 'Ha-haaaaaaaaaaaa!' allot... But I don't... (sniffles)

Resident Evil 2: Evils Definition

Chapter 1: Venting

December 31, 1998

Evil: wrong or bad; immoral; wicked: evil deeds; an evil life 2. harmful; injurious: evil laws 3. characterized or accompanied by misfortune or suffering; unfortunate; disastrous:to be fallen on evil days. 4. due to actual or imputed bad conduct or character: an evil reputation.

Evil is a word that is taken out of context by everyone at one time or another. If you pick up a dictionary like I did, then you would know that there are several different definitions about this word. I found 14 to be exact, so far. These definitions are man's findings on this subject. The human race declares that this is truth, that evil can be simply be written down in a dictionary, to explain the who, what, and why of all that is evil. To simply explain it away and give it a face so that we will no longer fear it.

This is a illusion. I should know, I looked evil in the face... and it scares me. I know a certain company that seems to wear evil like a jewel necklace - Umbrella.

Here you got a pharmaceutical company that is stationed all over the world. A business that is run by different C.E.O's that would kill their own mothers to get ahead... I heard rumors about that really happening actually, but I won't go there. So let's get back to the point I'm trying to make.

Umbrella... This pharmocutical company seemed perfect! Their medication was sold for reasonable prices to all that needed it, and even better, their medicine worked better than most. The FDA absolutely adored them, as well the rest of the world. They gave large sums of money to charities, had great benefits for employees along with great salaries, and their imagination in all that they accomplished was breath taking.

Umbrella was also at the top of the list when it came to scientific research. So much so, that about eighty percent of all the bright scientific minds all over the globe dreamed of becoming part of their research and development team. The company seemed to have both a compassionate and idealist side that touched not just the rich, but for the poor as well. No matter what class or well and unknown college background you came from, they would give internships to all... Which meant, even the young, poor, college graduates were welcomed and given equal oppertunity to become part of the Umbrella family. In the public eye, they were a dream come true. But it was all a front, a mask covering Umbrella's true nature. Umbrella was a lie, a fake.

You're probably wandering why I'm writing down old news. Here's three reasons that should enlighten you.

1. This is just the beginning of my story. The intro to my nightmarish tale.

2. Even though people now are beginning to believe that Umbrella played a part in the demise of Raccoon City (the viral outbreak was buried by a cover story of a mismanaged nuculer plant), there are still people out there who defend this company. Maybe that is why there is still other Umbrella branches all over the world, still functioning and thriving.

3. Therapy. When my parents died, my brother and I had to see this trauma therapist. And one of her ways of helping us was giving both my brother and I, a leather bound diary. She gave us the assignment of writing down our feelings and thoughts of our parents tragic death. Of course, at first we balked at the idea. My brother refused for the simple reason of stubbornness. He was handling his grief with rebellion and anger at any authoritative figure at the time. Which if you know my brother, then you know that even on his good days he's a guy with a stubborn streak that is as long as the Mississippi river.

I on the other hand, refused just because Chris did. (Though in no way am I a follower!) It's just that my older brother was my rock, my protector, and my best friend. Still is in many ways, despite the age difference and that he's a jerk ninety percent of the time... Long story short, we both began writing. And it was a great help in our grief. We used to read aloud to each other what we wrote on the subject, bringing us closer in that trying period. After that, both of us has kept a diary on every event and slow day of our lives. In fact, we both have an entire bookshelf dedicated to our many diaries and journals. Now here I am, three months after the incident, writing down my story that still gives me nightmares.

So you see, this is my way of venting. Who knows, maybe this story will save your life. I hope it does. Of course, I hope you don't have to face what every Raccoon City survivor had to face. I pray that whoever is reading this is living a normal life with no monsters to haunt them. If you are leading a normal life, then you will probably chalk this up as a lame, science fiction story. Please don't; don't turn your back on the truth. Evil is real, in all its shapes and forms. And like a bible verse my granny taught me till it became vital to my very being, 'The truth will set you free.' And while you accept this tale of mine as truth, I hope that you don't have nightmares after reading of the events that happened...

And what can continue if Umbrella isn't stopped.

Now, (after that little bit of dramatic warning) to start at the beginning. I guess the best way of telling a horrific tale such as mine, is to go back to the beginning. It all started with me not receiving a letter or a simple phone call from my older brother for a whole month...

Authors Note: Yeah, yeah. I know, it's too short! Well, I'm tired and have to get up in the morning so I'll give ya another chapter. A longer one. But that's it, after that I'm going to bed. I'll update later! NOW REVIEW!