(Author's Note: Yes, I realize that I'm lazy, this being the second Battle Royale crossover story that I have written in less than a year, having not even finished the previous one (which I swear I will get back to as soon as the creativity bug bites me in the right place) but I digress. This Battle Royale crossover is with Resident Evil. This is an AU where all the characters involved are high school seniors, and as a result, I had to modify a few ages and character relationships. For example, Chris and Claire are twins in this story, and Wesker and Jake are half-brothers instead of father and son. Yay for artistic license. Like my last Battle Royale story, the winner will be completely random. Even I don't know who will be the last man or woman standing. Without any further to-do, let's begin.)

Raccoon City High School Senior Graduating Class

Boys Girls

1. Alfred Ashford 1. Alice Abernathy

2. Steve Burnside 2. Sheva Alomar

3. Barry Burton 3. Alyssa Ashcroft

4. Billy Coen 4. Alexia Ashford

5. George Hamilton 5. Sherry Birkin

6. Leon Kennedy 6. Rebecca Chambers

7. David King 7. Rachel Foley

8. Alexander Kozachenko 8. Ling Fong

9. Jack Krauser 9. Excella Gionne

10. Parker Luciani 10. Ashley Graham

11. Bruce McGivern 11. Helena Harper

12. Jake Muller 12. Manuela Hidalgo

13. Piers Nivins 13. Ingrid Hunnigan

14. Carlos Oliveira 14. Cindy Lennox

15. Chris Redfield 15. Angela Miller

16. Kevin Ryman 16. Rain Ocampo

17. Luis Sera 17. Claire Redfield

18. Josh Stone 18. Jessica Sherawat

19. Ark Thompson 19. Yoko Suzuki

20. Raymond Vester 20. Jill Valentine

21. Albert Wesker 21. Ada Wong

Chapter 1

Raccoon City wasn't really a city at all. As a matter of fact, 'city' didn't even come close to describing the small town. While it was a popular tourist destination in the winter due to it's three local ski resorts and scenic venue being nestled in the gorgeous Arklay mountains in south central Pennsylvania, very few people actually lived there full time. It's single high school had a senior class of only forty-six students this year, forty-two of which were currently on their way to their senior class trip. Prom was over, and graduation was only a week away. Naturally, the mood of the late-spring evening was cheerful and rambunctious.

Dr. William Birkin was the biology teacher and homeroom advisor at Raccoon City High School, which is how he found himself on a rented tour bus playing chaperone to this particular adventure into adolescent silliness. While he liked all of his students to an extent, the excitement was getting to him. He sighed and rubbed his temples as he once again tried and failed to drown out the hubbub of noise emanating from forty-two excited teenagers. The group included his own daughter Sherry, who was sitting backwards in her seat and chatting with her best friend Claire Redfield, who was laughing at something the blonde said while her boyfriend, popular, athletic pretty boy; Leon Kennedy grinned in amusement.

Birkin felt a surge of fatherly anger when the boy sitting next to Sherry put a hand around her waist and gave her an affectionate peck on the cheek. Birkin revoked his earlier thought that he liked all of his students after a fashion. Whether it was the fact that Jake Muller was truant more often then not, or the fact that the little delinquent was dating his daughter (likely both), the teacher did not like the scarred boy. He wasn't even sitting in his assigned seat! He was supposed to be in seat twelve with Manuela Hidalgo, but as Birkin looked around, he realized that almost no one was sitting where they had been assigned.

The five students that thought themselves too good for anyone else were sitting in the back. Raymond Vester, Jessica Sherawat, Rachel Foley, and Albert Wesker with Excella Gionne leaning on his arm and gossiping as per usual while Wesker wore an expression of annoyed disinterest. They might have invited the Ashford twins to join them, but brilliant Alexia and neurotic Alfred considered themselves too good for anyone but themselves, and were joined at the hip, as always.

Speaking of twins, the other half of the Redfield twins, buff jock Chris was sitting with his girlfriend Jill Valentine, their friends Sheva Alomar, an exchange student from Africa, and the nurse's aid Rebecca Chambers had taken the seats across the isle and were chatting excitedly with them, the latter occasionally standing up and leaning over the seat in front of her to playfully tease Billy Coen.

The only student that seemed to be sitting in their assigned seat was Alice Abernathy, in seat number one across the isle from Birkin. She was the only person on the bus who didn't seem to be brimming with excitement. In fact, the way she stared blankly out the window with her bright, haunted eyes gave the impression that she was deep in some sort of depressing thought.

Birkin considered standing up and ordering the students back to their seats, but decided against it. This was their last week at school, why not let them bend the rules just this once? He shifted in his seat and opened his book, not even noticing the increasing number of military vehicles they were passing. About an hour later, he closed his book and gave a mighty yawn, deciding it was time to take a nap. The bus was pleasantly quiet, rolling down the empty road at a smooth pace, generating a gentle, relaxing hum.

A clatter made Birkin look up, blinking sleepily and noticing just how quiet it was. He looked back and saw that the noise had come from Yoko Suzuki dropping her Android tablet as she slumped forward, fast asleep. In fact, almost every one had fallen asleep, and those that hadn't were blinking tiredly and yawning. Sure it was natural for a couple people to be napping on such a long road trip, but everyone at once?

Noise and movement to his right made him turn his attention away from the slumbering students. Alice Abernathy alone seemed awake, downright lively as a matter of fact, and afraid. She had balled up a bandana and placed it over her nose and mouth and was working furiously to try to open the window. When it didn't work, tried to break it open, only to have the conductor (who Birkin realized was wearing a gas mask) come over and hit her hard in the back of the head with a nightstick, knocking her out cold.

Birkin tried to stand but stumbled out into the isle, his sleepy mind finally seeing that they were passing an endless line of military vehicles and soldiers, driving into a dark tunnel. "No... not this... not them..." And with those desperate, fleeting words, Dr. William Birkin sank into unconsciousness.

...

Manuela regained consciousness slowly, accompanied by waves of nausea and a pounding headache. She opened her eyes slowly, finding herself propped up against a wall in an unfamiliar room, surrounded by the bodies of her classmates. She felt a surge of panic until she saw that most of them were stirring, a brief glance around and she saw that some of the others were awake and were working to rouse the remaining sleepers.

Barry Burton woke Jill first, then Chris, who at once went to check on Claire, who was sitting in the middle of the floor blinking sleepily. Alyssa Ashcroft was shaking Kevin Ryman furiously, making him jerk from his deeply snoring slumber. Piers Nivins was dutifully going from person to person and waking them with a gentle nudge.

Before long, everyone was awake and looking around. No one spoke, each of them still trying to register what was happening. Some looked afraid, others looked angry, most just looked confused. Once exception to this was Alice, who was sitting on a desk in the back corner of the room, staring at the front with a frightening expression. The other was Wesker, who was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, looking utterly bemused. There was no sign of Dr. Birkin.

Manuela and several others jumped as the door at the front of the room opened and a dozen or so heavily armed soldiers filed in, followed by a middled aged man in a suit, his dark hair slicked back, a finely trimmed mustache adorning his face, and an expression that seemed to ooze Sinicism. Manuela shivered as she looked at the man, feeling as if she were looking into the face of Death himself, though she didn't know why she should feel that way.

Seeing that all eyes were on him, the man gave a snake oil smile and addressed the class. "Good evening, Raccoon City High School senior class. My name is Derek Simmons. Now, if you'll all take a seat, the lesson will begin."

"What lesson?" Asked Ada Wong, her sultry voice calm and even, but laced with irritation.

"Take a seat and you'll learn soon enough." Simmons replied with an annoyed sigh. Everyone in the class glanced at one another for a moment, but nobody moved until the soldier to Simmons' left stepped forward "SIT DOWN!" he shouted, and almost at once, everyone did so, whether out of fear or out of curiosity.

"Now then," Simmons continued, eyeing everyone up. "Because of lazy freeloaders such as yourselves, and an utter lack of proactivity, this country isn't worth a damn thing any more. The world order has collapsed, along with the economy, and while you and those like you continue to boycott school and disrespect authority, there is no hope of it improving the situation. So, the big wigs got together and passed this law. Battle Royale. So today's lesson is' kill each other off. It's over when there's only one left. Nothing is against the rules."

Shocked silence greeted this, broken only when Cindy Lennox stood up slowly, her hand raised. "Um... Mr. Simmons, I don't get what you're saying. What do you mean by kill each other? We can't possibly..."

Simmons smiled at the blonde, which cowed her at once and she sank back to the floor. "Actually, your teacher Dr. Birkin was deeply opposed to the selection of your class, and even tried to break you all out of here. And well... bring him in." The last bit was spoken to the soldiers. Two of them left the room and came back seconds later, wheeling in a stretcher. There was a body on it, covered in a blanket that was soaked in blood. Simmons stepped forward and pulled back the blanket. Someone screamed.

What was left of Dr. William Birkin was laid out before them. Half of his head was gone, his remaining eyeball bloodshot and staring at the ceiling blankly. Bits of grey brain matter clung to his hair and pieces of skull were on the stretcher beside his head. His left, arm, still wearing a watch, dangled off the side of the stretcher.

For a moment, everyone was united in silent terror, staring at the remains of their always disheveled, slightly irritable biology teacher, when one voice rose up in the agony of a thousand deaths. "DADDY!"

Sherry shrieked at the top of her lungs and ran forward toward the stretcher, her arms extended, blind to the weapons pointed in her direction. Jake jumped up and caught her before she could get too far, pulled her to her knees and turned her away from the mangled body of her father, Claire rushing over to hug Sherry as well and whisper to her soothingly. "You sick son of a bitch..." Jake growled at Simmons, holding the shaking girl tight against himself.

Simmons looked at the pair. "Sherry Birkin I presume. You have my sympathies young lady. But your father was a worthless man, and you will need to work hard if you don't want to end up like him. Now, if there are no further interruptions, I'll get on with the lesson. You are the class chosen for this year's Battle Royale. We are on an island about ten kilometers across. We've evacuated all the locals so it's completely deserted. The island is divided into many zones. Every six hours, I will broadcast which zones are about to become danger zones. If you're in one of those zones, you should leave it at once. Why? Because of the collars you're wearing."

Manuela's eyes widened and she reflexively reached up and touched her throat. Sure enough, she felt cool metal under her fingertips. Looking around, she saw that the others had done the same and were wearing expressions of alarm and looking at Simmons.

"The collars are 100% waterproof and shockproof. it monitors your pulse, letting us know your location and movements. So, if you linger in a danger zone, or cause trouble, we can identify you. At that time we transmit radio waves that trigger an alarm and then..." He grinned. "It explodes. It will also explode if you try to remove it, or re-enter this building so don't even think about it. Ah, I almost forgot. There is a three day time limit for this game. If more than one person is alive at the end of seventy two hours, all the collars explode, and you all die. Any questions so far?"

Ashley Graham raised her hand, asking the question that was on everyone's mind. "If I survive, can I go home?" Everyone looked from her to Simmons's their eyes begging to know the answer.

"Sure. But only if everyone else is dead."

Carlos Oliveira stood up, his hand raised. "How were we chosen?"

"Impartial lottery."

Carlos looked thoughtful, but then raised his hand a second time. "Why are you doing this?"

Simmons scoffed. "It's your own damned fault. You mock the adults. Mock us all you want, but don't forget, life is a game. So fight to survive, and find out if you're worth it. Now then, you'll leave the room one at a time, but first you get a kit. Inside is food, water, a map, a compass, and a weapon. You can also take any personal items you might have with you. Each weapon is different, and it's not just guns and knives, some of them are utterly useless. It's selected at random so as to eliminate natural advantage."

Right on cue, more soldiers entered the room, wheeling in two huge racks piled high with large- army-green duffel bags, each labeled with either a B or a G and a number.

"Your parents have already been notified, so attempting to contact them for help will do you no good. You'll be leaving by class number at one minute intervals. When I call your name, come up to the front to take your bag. Ladies first. Girl Number One, Alice Abernathy."

Alice stood, walking over with a smooth determination that chilled Manuela to the bone. She was one to be afraid of. She caught her bag easily and then took off out of the room at a jog.

"Boy Number One, Alfred Ashford."

Alfred took his sister's hand, kissed it, and tried to smile at her, but just ended up grimacing. He ran to the front of the class, tripping as he caught his bag, then got up at a run.

A minute between each name. It was like a dark parody of a graduation ceremony. Manuela realized with horror that it was the closest thing to a graduation ceremony they were going to get.

"Girl Number Five, Sherry Birkin"

Sherry got up slowly, her eyes wide and streaked with tears. She walked almost roboticly toward the front of the class, caught her bag, and left the room.

"Boy Number Six, Leon Kennedy."

Leon hugged Claire tightly. "I'll find you." He said. He then looked to his many friends and gave them a reassuring nod. He even gave a nod to Manuela, which made her feel a bit better despite everything.

Before long, the words she dreaded were uttered. "Girl Number 12, Manuela Hidalgo." She stood, trying to still her shaking limbs as she ran toward the front. A soldier tossed a bag to her but she missed catching it and it fell to the ground. She bent down to pick it up and looked at the remainder of her classmates, wondering who among them she would never see again. Wondering who would be the one to kill her as she took off into the night.