Resident Evil: Code Genesis

Author's Note: Well, this is interesting. When I first made Resident Evil: Code Genesis years ago, I had no realized how popular it would get. It started out as a "fanwank" fic that I gradually added to Gory Storm (a Resident Evil Fanwiki page) and turned into a more realistic game scenario. Granted, some folks had come to me about it possibly melding too close to RE6. Or that RE6 may have similar things to my fic. Well, RE6 sucked butt, it will always suck butt and no amount of DLC will ever recover that crappy ass game. So I AM letting this take place after with a few references to it, but other than that, I want to try and forget that pile of shit was ever published into the gaming world. LOL.

"And God said, Let us make man in our image, after our likeness … So God created man is His own image, in the image of God created he him; male and female created He them."

-Genesis 1:26-27

"I am prepared to die, but there is no cause for which I am prepared to kill."

-Mahatma Gandhi

By: VampireQueenAkasha

~O~

Part One

It's been five years since the incident in Kijuju; since Albert Wesker was finally defeated.

Things haven't been easy since then. Recently there has been new information surfacing regarding the Wesker children; children mass-produced at Ozwell Spencer's command. So far, the only lead I have of this is a list that was left at the Spencer estate, but it hasn't helped me in my search. Meanwhile, the President of the United States has his hands full on the sudden sharp increase in bio-terrorist activity all across the world. It's a real mess.

I've searched everywhere for these Wesker children; no one knows anything and most of the parents who had raised them always wind up dead. My search eventually takes me to the city of Newark where I learn that there's one person still alive. A woman who goes by the name of Rose Bedford. She works as a Microbiologist at the city's pharmaceutical company called New Genesis. Young too. Her father worked for Umbrella in the past until he was shot down. It's been a pattern recently; most Umbrella employees end up dead. I haven't been able to figure out why.

But I have a feeling I will soon enough.

Alan Moody led Chris Redfield through the police station, a tense and sour look on his face. As the commissioner, he had enough on his plate already and people were already concerned about having the BSAA in the city.

"Redfield, just do your job quick and get moving on," he told the man, "You being here makes some of these folks a bit nervous."

Chris nodded his head, looking around at the watching people behind their desks. "I can see that," he said, "But it's important that I talk to her. If she knows anything, it would help."

Moody sighed and led Chris into a room with a two-way mirror. They looked through it into a room with a solitary table and chair. Sitting in the chair was a young woman smoking a cigarette. She had thin black hair and dark blue eyes. She was wearing a black jacket and blue jeans with a white tank top beneath. All in all, she appeared to be calm and content just smoking her cigarette. She rubbed the bridge of her nose with her thumb.

"So that's her?" Chris asked.

"Yeah, that's Rose." Moody said, "I brought her in and her friends followed like rats."

Chris looked at him curiously. "Friends?"

"Yeah. They go on about how they look out for her. Knew her for a while," Moody continued, "They might know something that could help you out."

Chris nodded his head. "Okay. I'll talk to her."

"Good luck," Moody warned, as Chris picked up a stack of folders, "She's got a bit of an attitude problem."

"I'll take my chances," Chris said, stepping into the room.

Rose glanced up briefly at the sight of Chris walking in before glancing back down at the table, seemingly uninterested in his presence. He took a spot across from her and smiled slightly. "Hey, how are you doing?" he asked, "Sorry they had to drag you in here, but you know it's very important that we have your full cooperation." No response welcomed him, so he tried another tactic. "I'm Chris Redfield and-"

"I know who you are," Rose interrupted with a small smirk on her face, "What can I do for you, Redfield?"

Chris paused, a little taken aback by that before he cleared his throat and opened one of the folders. Rose recognized that her name was printed on the flap. "I've taken a quick look at your file," he told her, "I understand that you might know something that could be of help to us in the BSAA."

Rose arched a brow. "Really?" She chuckled and put the cigarette out in an ashtray beside her. "I don't see how I could be of much help. I'm just a scientist."

Chris' eyes landed on the terrible scars on the tops of her hands and wanted to inquire about them, but decided against it. He swallowed slightly and was silent before he looked at her. "Do you know a man named Albert Wesker?"

Rose shrugged. "I've heard of him. Never met him in real life though."

"Well then I'm sure you know what he's done. What he almost did," Chris continued, staring down at the contents of Rose's folder; there were pictures of her and a mug shot as well as a police file, "But that's not why I'm here. I'm here because we have reason to believe that you may have played a small part in their project."

Rose frowned curiously, glancing up at him. "Project?"

Chris sighed. "I can't go into too much detail, but it involved Albert Wesker," he told her.

Rose furrowed her brow and decided to cooperate to a small extent. "My dad..." she began, "He left me some notes to try and help me understand why he was killed." She reached into her pocket and pulled out a few crumbled up pieces of paper. She gave Chris a funny, somewhat embarrassed look. "Sorry. I'm a bit messy." She handed him the papers after attempting to smooth them out a bit. "I got this map here that dad left. Nothing much in it but a few islands. He mentions a facility."

Chris cocked his head, staring down at the aged, wrinkled map labeled "South Seas".

"I've heard of this place before," he said.

Rose nodded her head. "I see it sometimes when I'm sleeping," she continued. Then, she scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Well, when I can actually get any kind of sleep in anyway."

O

The next person to be interrogated was Jonas Burton, one of Rose's friends and coworkers.

He was wearing dirty gray overalls, had a pair of muddy work boots on and gloves; he had messy, short brown hair and a strangely well-shaven face. He was wearing a hat on his head and had a white t-shirt covered in stains. Despite being somewhat muscular, he also had a small pot belly.

Jonas grinned when he had the chance to meet Chris. "Hey! I know you! You're that guy who set fire to that other guy in that volcano!"

Chris chuckled with mild embarrassment and nodded. "Let's focus on more important things right now," he advised, "I want to know everything you know about the terrorist activities going on in the world, most importantly, in your city. Even if it's something small, it would really be of great help us."

Jonas arched his brows and leaned forward. "I live in Kentwood. Know what that means?" he told him, "I'm bored as hell half the goddamn time. I'm nobody's enemy here. Well, except maybe the grease traps in my workshop, but that's about it." He leaned back with a sigh. "I don't know anybody here in this city who could pass for any kind of terrorist. Never met one, never want to meet one. So sorry about that, but I can't help you there."

Chris looked down at Jonas' file. "You work in New Genesis as the maintenance man," he read, "And you've known Rose most of your life. Do you know about anything that might seem strange about her at all?"

Jonas shrugged his shoulders. "Not really, no. She can be a bit hotheaded and antisocial on her off days, but that's about it," he said. He paused and tilted his head thoughtfully. "Except that guy who snuffed out her old man. He worked for Umbrella as far as I know. Never saw him after that."

Chris frowned with interest. "Really?"

O

The next person to be interrogated was Kirk Matthews, another fellow coworker of New Genesis and a computer genius at that.

Kirk was built slightly beneath his somewhat baggy checkered shirt and white t-shirt as well as tan cargo pants. He had narrow cheekbones, somewhat broad shoulders and short, slightly curly brown hair with a scar beneath his bangs. He also looked mildly annoyed with Chris.

"'Kirk Matthews; Bioinformatics Software Engineer'," Chris read in his file, "That's quite an interesting profession. I'm sure a guy like you would have insight on what goes in and out of the company that you work for."

Kirk shrugged his shoulders. "I suppose." he said. Then, he frowned impatiently and inclined his head forward. "What do you want?"

"The same thing that you do; answers," Chris told him, with a reassuring smile, "We can help each other out if you tell me anything you might know regarding any trade or business affiliation that New Genesis had with Umbrella."

Kirk squinted. "Well, I know that chief was in tight with Umbrella before he founded the company," he said, "Jittery guy; especially when folks would ask him too many questions-So what does this have to do with Rose?" He leaned forward and put a finger in Chris' face. "I couldn't care less what your deal is with the rest of us, but Rose isn't about to be dragged into it. She's been through too much as it is already."

Chris didn't seem very impressed with the belligerence. "Tell me about it, then," he said. "If there's nothing to hide, you wouldn't have a problem with sharing."

Finally, the last person to be interviewed was Beth Underwood, another fellow coworker of New Genesis and according to her, was Rose's closest friend since childhood.

She sat maybe an inch shorter than Rose and had a firm, muscular body shape which appeared to be the result of constant physical workouts, exercise and jogging. She has long hair that was pinned up in a bun and was wearing two earrings that had little diamonds in the middle. She wore a white button shirt under a black vest and a pair of black dress pants.

"I'm not up for these mind games, Redfield," Beth said, angrily, "You drag my ass in here and expect me to comply; considering how I've been treated, I would think that would be the LAST thing you'd expect out of me."

Chris sighed impatiently and stood up, slapping the folder onto the table. "I think we're done."

Beth stood up with him. "Good, because I'm done dealing with this."

Chris gave her a dirty look now. "Listen carefully; we can do this for as long as we need to," he told her.

"What does that mean?"

O

Much later, Rose and her friends were sitting inside holding cells, angrily pacing around. Jonas was the only one who seemed completely calm; he was lying on his back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling and whistling a happy tune.

"I don't believe this," Rose growled, "I don't freaking believe this!"

Jonas smiled at them. "Come on, guys," he told them, "It could be worse."

Kirk scowled at him. "Shut up, Jonas!"

Jonas glared back. "Why don't you kiss my grits?" he shot back.

The two were in cells beside one another and Kirk made a dash to grab at Jonas, but the other man merely stepped back in his cell, smirking. The bars prevented Kirk from grabbing him and he gave a frustrated curse and slumped back into his bed. Rose looked at the two with a disapproving frown before she turned her attention to Beth across from her.

"What do you think they're here for anyway?" she asked.

Beth shrugged her shoulders. "Maybe they're investigating the pharmaceutical companies that had been affiliated with Umbrella in the past."

"Checking to see if there might be repeats?" Jonas questioned.

"Probably."

Kirk sighed impatiently. "It doesn't make sense though," he said, "We've never dealt in the t-virus or anything like that before!"

Rose shook her head. "The SCU was keeping a lot of stuff out of our reach, remember?" she pointed out, "They had quarantined Lydia River and Fisherman's Wharf and prevented us from doing any digging there."

"The SCU are assholes." Jonas muttered.

Beth glanced at him briefly before she looked at Rose, concerned. "Do you think they were hiding something?"

"I don't know. But like my father used to say, 'if they had nothing to fear, they would have had nothing to hide'." Rose pointed out.

Kirk licked his lips thoughtfully. "We can sleep on it and figure something out in the morning," he told them, "Right now, let's try and rest."

Jonas nodded and stretched, getting comfortable in his bed. "Finally, something we agree on..."

Beth gave Rose a concerned smile. "Maybe you should try and get some sleep, Rose." she suggested.

Rose didn't seem very convinced that she could, but nonetheless, she climbed into her bed and attempted to find a comfortable position. She tossed and turned a few times before giving a long-suffering sigh and staring up at the ceiling. She closed her eyes after a long moment and finally, she eventually went to sleep.

O

Rose awoke after what felt like mere minutes and looked around her cell.

Beth, Kirk and Jonas were gone.

In fact, the entire cell block itself appeared to be empty. Cell doors were open and there were beds tossed everywhere. Bars appeared to have been bent in a way that couldn't have been possible for a human being to accomplish. In front of Rose's cell, a bed had been tossed into the door and she was trapped. She approached it and attempted to push the heavy metal from her door. It didn't budge. Frustrated, she pressed herself against the floor and attempted to push it off with her legs.

The bed began to give slightly and she sucked her teeth with effort, pushing as hard as she could.

"Goddammit!" she grunted.

After a moment of struggle with the heavy object, she managed to push it back a bit. Rose scrambled to her feet and attempted to open the cell door. Much to her relief, it was open after a few struggles. She slowly stepped out and looked around cautiously.

Something had changed in the air; there was an unsettling feeling that passed through her.

Something was wrong.

Rose slowly made her way to the door that lead into the offices and peered through the window. Much to her shock, she could see that the office was a mess; papers were thrown everywhere, chairs flipped over, bulletin boards knocked down. A few monitors had been smashed and there were streaks of blood across the floor. Rose swallowed slightly and started to open the door, but suddenly, a man's broken, bloody face contacted the window.

"Help me!" he screamed, "Help me, please!"

Rose's eyes widened in horror and suddenly, he was yanked-sucked away to the left with a scream. She stood there, her heart pounding rapidly in her chest. After a moment of hesitation, she stepped out into the office and looked down the path that he had disappeared; an uninviting dark hallway where broken light fixtures were hanging from their wires, occasionally crackling. The lights flickered in and out every so often.

Even more, dead bodies were lying sprawled across the floor. The bodies of officers and office workers broken, covered in what looked like claw marks and bites lying in pools of their own blood. Rose could also see empty ammunition casings scattered everywhere.

"Holy shit..." she whispered.

She looked over at the desk where a man was lying face down. In his hand, he was clutching a handgun and Rose could see that he was bleeding from multiple wounds across his back, possibly slashes. She slowly and carefully reached for it. When it was nearly out of the man's grip, he suddenly sat up with a low, moaning snarl. Rose gasped in horror and staggered back as the man straightened with robotic grace, moving toward her from around the desk.

"Shit, stay back!" she shouted, leveling the gun at him, "I said, stay the fuck back!"

The man snarled, his bloodshot, lifeless eyes locked on her. His mouth was cracked and drooling and his hands were reaching out. Rose pulled back the hammer of the handgun and aimed for the spot between his eyes. The man gave a snarling hiss of rebuke and surged for her with uncanny speed.

Finally, Rose squeezed the trigger and he crumbled to the floor. His forehead was gushing from the bullet hole in his head and he wasn't moving now. She stared down at his lifeless body for a few stunned moments before turning and rushing down the halls to find her friends.

This isn't right. They move like the undead from Raccoon City, but faster. This can't be how it happened...

"Beth!" she called, glancing occasionally through open doors of offices, "Kirk! Jonas! Where the hell are you guys?"

She turned the corner, only to skid to a haphazard halt with a yelp of fright.

There was a huge crowd of zombies blocking the next hallway. When they saw her, they slowly turned, hissing and slobbering. Rose immediately backpedaled and ran, the zombies howling after her. They moved fast, not slow and shambling. She quickly rushed for the emergency fire escape stairs and slammed the door behind her. Bodies crashed against it and sounds of fury and hunger echoed throughout the silent stairs.

"Shit!" Rose chanted, "Shit, shit, shit!"

What the hell is going on here?

She immediately hurried down to the garage to find her truck. And then, she received another surprise.

"Rose?"

The frightened woman whirled, coming in contact with Beth, Kirk and Jonas and nearly bumping them over. Much to her disgust, Chris was also among them. They were stepping out of a security office and Beth immediately threw her arms around her.

"Why the hell did you guys leave me back there?" Rose demanded.

Jonas shook his head and gestured to Chris. "We had to find this guy to help us," he told her, "So I pushed the bed against your door to keep those things from getting in at you."

Rose gave him a half-hearted look before she scowled at Chris. "What about you? What can you tell us?" she asked.

Chris turned and picked up a shotgun, tossing it to Rose. She caught it with one hand. "Someone set the virus into the station," he told her, "I saw a man running away moments before I noticed that people were starting to act strange. Turns out they've been bringing in sick people a lot earlier than we thought."

Rose frowned. "What?"

Chris looked at Beth. "Do you know where they keep the records of the tests done in the waters?"

"Yeah. SCU keeps them on file in the laboratories." she replied.

Chris nodded his head and slowly made his way toward the door that Rose had come out of. "We need to find those files and see what we're dealing with," he said, "Once we do, we can contact BSAA headquarters and inform them about the situation. Then, we can make our way out of here."

"What happens then?" Kirk asked.

Chris sighed and shut his eyes momentarily. "We need to get moving," he said, "Let's hope it doesn't come to another city wiped off the map."

O

The group made their way back into the station avoiding the undead as much as possible. When confronted by one, they had to resort to shooting them down which easily alerted more to their location. Eventually, they managed to find their way to the laboratories where they began a search for the test papers. Rose dug through filing cabinets and Jonas searched the refrigerator and checked each sample listed.

"Hey guys, check this out!" he said.

They turned and approached as he held up a vial.

"This one's got no label on it. And it's fresh. Check out the date." he said, holding the vial up, "June 13th, 2014. 5:33 PM."

Rose knotted her brow. "That was taken yesterday while we were here."

Chris looked at Jonas before moving to the fridge. "Are there any samples that might have leaked?" he asked.

"Doesn't look like it." Jonas said, turning the sample in his hands for study.

Rose paged through a few documents scattered across the table. "Hey, I think I got something here," she told them, "It says they retrieved the sample in Lydia River and tested abnormalities in the water. The river was shut down to public access and-" She cut herself off and her frown intensified. "These results are completely off the charts. I've never seen a viral pathogen with such a complex structure like this one."

Chris looked up, alarmed. "Viral structure?"

Rose held out the papers to him. "It says here they tested and discovered traces of contamination in the water supplies," she said, "They came to the conclusion that the water carried a biological viral strain."

Beth shook her head, worried. "That wouldn't have been enough to contaminate the entire city, would it?"

"Not unless someone deliberately placed the t-virus through Newark City's water supply," Chris said, taking a moment to observe the papers, "In Raccoon, we concluded that the virus was spread through the sewer system. It wouldn't take long for it to reach the majority of the city's populace and infect them." He reacted slightly to their horrified looks before staring back down at the papers. "It's not the C-virus. I can't make sense of what this is exactly, but I've seen the formula for the C-virus before. This doesn't look like it."

"If it's not the C-virus, it's a damn good copy of it," Jonas snapped, walking toward the window.

"Wait, C-virus?" Kirk questioned, looking at Chris, "What is that?"

Chris looked up at him. "It's not my place to explain right now."

"Well, make it your place." Beth argued.

While the others started talking with one another about the virus in question, Jonas peered through the blinds and squinted down to the garage. Something moved just outside of his vision; it was enormous and appeared to be fleshy in appearance. Jonas' eyes widened and he swallowed a gasp, whirling to look at the others. Chris was just starting to radio the BSAA headquarters when he caught Jonas' terrified look. He frowned, equally concerned.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"I just saw something huge moving around in the garage!" Jonas whispered, his voice low with terror.

Beth's eyes widened slightly. "What?"

They moved to the window to get a look and Jonas pointed where he saw it. But there was nothing out there.

"I don't see anything," Kirk said.

Jonas groaned and looked at them, making gestures as he spoke. "Guys, I'm serious!" he insisted, knowing for a fact that they didn't believe him, "It was HUGE! It had these nasty sores all over its body and..."

"Your eyes are probably messing with you," Beth said, reassuringly.

"You're seeing things, man," Kirk muttered, "Don't go nuts more than usual. Not now."

Jonas growled angrily. "Don't you start with me, Kirk!" he threatened, pointing a finger at him, "Now is not the time for your mouth!"

Beth glared back at them. "Jonas, Kirk; if you two don't shut up, I'm gonna tie both your asses to a damn post and let them take turns jumping at you." she snapped, "Now we need to phone BSAA to get us out of here."

Chris nodded his head and tapped his COM-link. "Chris Redfield to headquarters, do you copy?" He tried again when he received no response. "Chris Redfield here, do you copy?" He uttered an annoyed curse. "Dammit. Sounds like my signal's being jammed by an outside source. I can't get word out to HQ." He looked deeply troubled now, and somewhat angry. "Someone's clearly behind all of this and they don't want us contacting anyone."

"What do we do now?" Beth asked, worried now.

Chris looked determined. "We find the one responsible," he said, "The jamming signal sounds pretty strong, so he has to be nearby. When we find the guy, we'll make him talk."

"We get back to the garage and take my truck," Rose suggested.

"Good idea." Beth told her.

Jonas held up two hands as they started to go. "Guys! That thing's moving around down there!"

Kirk sighed impatiently. "Jonas, there's nothing down there," he snapped. "The doors are locked up and we didn't see anything on the way down. Don't you think we would have seen something big with bad acne on the way?"

Jonas looked somewhat calmer. He seemed to reconsider what he saw as just a figment of his mind. "I guess..." he muttered. He started following them as they raced out of the laboratory. "Still, I don't like it."

O

They made their way through the station back toward the garage. On the way, Rose suddenly stopped and raised her hand, gesturing for them to be quiet. Chris looked at her questionably and she gestured with a finger to her lips.

"What's wrong?" Kirk asked.

"Sounds like...somebody crying..." Rose whispered, cocking her ear northbound to hear. "Do you hear that?"

The others strained to hear, but they couldn't hear anything.

"I don't hear anything," Beth whispered back.

Rose shook it away and shrugged her shoulders. "Huh... Maybe it's just me."

Jonas grunted and shook his head. "We need to move our asses, Rose. Whatever you're hearing, don't worry about it," he told her, "Because if I never see a drooling, pasty-faced dead guy again, I'll die a happy man."

They continued forward, despite the doubtful look on Rose's face.

The group made their way back into the garage and Rose fished through her pockets, approaching the red and black pickup truck parked a little bit away. "I'm glad those assholes didn't have the thought to take away my keys," she said, "Otherwise we'd be in trouble."

Chris made a face at the condition of the truck. "This will get us out?"

Rose smirked skeptically at his tone. "You making fun of my truck, Redfield?" she asked, "Because this bad boy has saved my sweet ass on the road more times than you know."

She brought the key to the keyhole, but froze.

A soft, rumbling noise filled the air that caused their heads to slowly turn toward the dented metal of the garage. The rumbling transformed into a threatening, deep growling noise that sounded like a furious animal.

"What is that?" Beth whispered.

Then, the door rocked violently as something heavy was thrown into it. The group stepped back as the metal began to buckle against the continuous slams against the door.

Finally, the door snapped completely off and the group ducked behind Rose's truck to avoid being decapitated by the flying metal. They peered over and much to their shock and horror, an enormous, hulking shape staggered into the garage.

It was covered in sickly, pink-purple flesh and was bowed forward in a painful manner. A wriggling, disgusting eye moved wildly around on its shoulder, seemingly scanning the entire area. It had long, ape-like arms ending in equally long, dangerous claws. The creature's back was also covered in jagged spines and oozing wounds. Its head was the worst part; it looked like it had been crushed in a vice and one half of its face appeared to have attempted to mutate into something reptilian in appearance where the other resembled a human skull. It also had scraps of a white coat dangling from its arms.

"Oh shit..." Jonas whispered, shaking his head with a moan of despair, "We're gonna die. That's it. We're gonna die!"

Rose squinted and noticed something still attached to the coat of the creature; an ID tag that read FRANK HEAD.

"Oh my God," she said, "Guys...?"

"Yeah?" Kirk whispered, cautiously.

"I think that might be Frank!"

The only one who didn't react to the news was Chris as he didn't know who the man was. Instead, Jonas whispered with fright. "Rose, I am pretty sure that thing's pissed as hell. Can we go somewhere else where it won't cause bodily harm to us?"

Suddenly, the eye on the creature's shoulder seemed to look straight at them.

Rose groaned. "A little late for that now!" she told him.

The creature gave a furious bellow and charged for them.

"Shit!" Chris hissed.

The creature slammed into several vehicles, sending them flipping. Chris rolled and avoided the swinging claws before aiming his handgun at it, taking shots. Bullets ripped through its fleshy body, drawing metallic shrieks from its mouth. It whirled on Chris and slashed out with its claws. Chris avoided the attack by rolling to the side. But when he did, the creature's tail slammed into him, sending him flying through the air. He landed hard on the hood of a car.

Rose aimed her shotgun and squeezed out a round. It shredded the back of the creature's and seemed to become more enraged by the blast from her weapon than Chris'. It turned and gave a bellowing roar, swinging for her.

"We have to get out of here!" Beth shouted, moving for Rose's truck. "We can't take this thing!"

Chris jumped into the back of the truck and the others quickly followed suit. Rose was the last as she ran for the truck and into the driver's seat. The creature snarled with fury and started lumbering forward for them.

"Rose, start the truck!" Kirk screeched. "Hurry!"

Rose glared back at him angrily. "Shut up!"

She started the truck and gunned the engine immediately. The truck blasted forward and slammed into the creature, sending it staggering to the side with a howl. Rose backed up the truck again before pulling out of the garage. The creature charged in pursuit and the others watched in horror.

"Faster, Rose!" Beth cried, "Make it go faster!"

"I can't!" Rose shouted.

Finally, after a few long moments of pursuing them down the road, the creature eventually gave up and stopped, snarling furiously in defeat. It disappeared down another street and everyone sighed, relaxing temporarily.

"Christ..." Kirk whispered.

They continued down the street, passing crowds of undead, burning buildings and flipped vehicles. They looked around in shock at the scene, witnessing their once-proud city fallen to the virus as Raccoon City had.

"What do we do now?" Rose asked.

Beth sighed. "We keep going..."