Author's Note: Hello, everyone. This story will be a lot different from the actual Resident Evil universe, so Ada Wong may be a tad bit out of character. This will be a body-horror, so expect some bad shit to happen, lol. I already have some sequels in mind, so if this goes well I'll be making up to three phases. This will be the first. Hope you enjoy, and feedback of any kind is welcome.

Inside of a sick person's heart is numbness. No pain, no fear, no emotion. Inside of a sick person's mind are ideas. Ideas the average person couldn't possibly imagine. Twisted thoughts roam freely and rapidly in the dark corrupted minds of many people. Some are willing to act on these ideas so they're able to witness their disgusting, gruesome fantasies come to life. And the terrifying part is, you never know who carries these thoughts and are willing to perform them. Your partner, a close friend, relative, or perhaps...yourself. So, remember this. Would you rather be the cow or would you rather be the grass, laying there helplessly, only moving when the wind commands them, and then eventually consumed? ...Think about it, my friend.

The Human Plant Experiment: Phase One

Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Tick-tock...

Whoosh...

The sound of the clock ticking and the soft breeze that flowed through the window was all forty-two year old Dr. Sanderson heard in his private meeting with his superior, Albert Wesker in his office. He completely zoned out Wesker's words. He was more fascinated and intrigued by the plant that was placed on the desk in front of him. Sanderson stared blankly at the plant in the pot and was completely lost in it. His concentration came to a halt when everything around him slowly faded back in after a loud thud.

"...Sanderson!" Wesker banged his fist fiercely on the desk with a stern tone.

Dr. Sanderson shifted his attention back to Albert while he kept the same blank, dull look on his face.

"I said do you understand?" Wesker asked.

Dr. Sanderson slowly nodded.

"You have a full month to get things moving. If the project fails because of your consistent failures, you'll be seen as a liability and an unnecessary, wasteful asset and I'll have no other choice but to...'let you go'." Wesker spoke coldly.

"Get back to work. Immediately. We don't have any time to waste, got it?" Wesker added.

Dr. Sanderson slowly nodded once again. He rose from his seat lazily and shuffled his feet sluggishly towards the door and made his exit. Shortly after, the doctor sat down in his own space area of a different office. On his desk, a few pictures of plants and flowers were scattered all over. He even had an actual plant that rested beside his computer monitor. A man in his early thirties that sat a few feet next to him looked up from his monitor and spotted Dr. Sanderson. His nametag read "John Clemens". He flashed a warm, friendly smile his way.

"Hello, doctor. Didn't see you here. How's everything?" Clemens asked.

Sanderson turned his head to John. He simply gave him a nod and directed his attention back to the monitor. John raised his eyebrows and shrugged.

"Heh, as predicted. Did I tell you that Ada and I moved in together? I never thought that moment would come. Just happened last week. God, I love that woman so much. She means everything to me. It's just a shame that I have this job with its long hours and extra work at home. Somehow I find a way to fit Ada into my busy, tight schedule. How did you do it? With your wife, I mean. Juggling between work, projects, operations, and the family at home. I could barely manage with my girlfriend and here you are!" Clemens laughed.

Sanderson sat in silence.

"Alright, then. Uh, anyways, I have something to show you in a bit. I believe it can contribute greatly to the operation and potentially speed up the development process. It'll blow your mind, you have my word on that. You have no idea how much time and effort I've put into my research. No one has a clue of how much effort I've put into this. I'm talking years of testing and studying. Tested it on animals. Hell, even tried some on human beings. Voluntarily, of course. Results gradually improved over the course of three years. It was a little side-project at first, but seeing we need it more than ever, why not put it to actual use, you know?" Clemens spoke eagerly.

Dr. Sanderson peeked over at Clemens for a brief moment before looking back at his own monitor. He still didn't say a single word to John. Clemens simply shrugged and resumed back to his work. The telephone on John's desk suddenly began to ring. He typed a few more things on his keyboard before deciding to pick up the phone.

"Hello, this is Dr. Clemens."

"Hey, sweetheart." A female voice replied, which made John instantly smile.

"How's it going, babe? What do you need?" John spoke softly.

"You mind if I come in tomorrow? I'm off and I have absolutely nothing to do." The woman chuckled.

"Uh, Ada...I uh, don't really think my boss would like that. He doesn't appreciate visitors, especially unannounced."

"Then how about you announce it to him? C'mon, it'd be fun. I won't be an issue. I'll even help."

"Ada...I don't know." John still sounded unsure about the idea, which made Ada feel annoyed.

"John, please? I'll be extremely bored and lonely without you." Ada replied innocently.

Clemens sighed.

"Okay, alright sweetheart. I'll ask him and see what happens. I gotta go now, is that it?"

"Mhm. Love you, see you at home."

"Love you too, Ada. Bye."

They both hung up at the same time. A few hours later, work was finally over. Dr. Sanderson stood up from his desk and started to pack his bag. Clemens looked over at Sanderson.

"Sorry I couldn't show you the notes. I know I promised and went on and on about how it'd 'blow your mind', but art takes time. I want this presentation to be beautiful, remarkable, spectacular! Get where I'm coming from?" Clemens spoke in high exhilaration.

The only response Dr. Sanderson gave Clemens was a faint grunt.

"Just imagine the end results, too. This is going to put Umbrella on the map forever. We'll be making history, changing life as we know it, doctor. Doesn't this excite you? Because man, if that isn't exciting being on the winning team of the entire planet, I don't know what'll get you going." Clemens chuckled.

Dr. Sanderson coughed lightly while continuing to pack his things.

"Right. See you tomorrow, bud. I think we'll finally be able to put this stressful project off of our backs sooner than we think." Clemens said before leaving.

After Sanderson finished packing his things, he zipped his bag up and was ready to leave. He was distracted however by his plant that sat peacefully on his desk. Sanderson's deep admiration in the plant caused him to a crack a slight smile. He slowly moved his hand towards the plant and started to pet and brush it delicately, as if it was an adorable puppy. Sanderson turned to his bag and threw it over his back. He turned on a tall lamp that towered over his plant. Afterwards, he rose up and headed straight for the door and switched the lights off before walking out. The only light that filled the dark room was his lamp, shining over his most precious possession.