Okay. I guess I have to say this. I don't own Resident Evil. (thats not from lack of trying though) I just use it in my boredom. Do I really have to say that again? I'll probably never own it. So this thing is inserted at the begining of each chapter but I'm too lazy to put it there. Anyways. Enjoy. And this is my first story so reviews are needed.

Tick Tock Tick Tock

I hated that clock. But I couldn't do a damn thing about it. If I left than the zombies would get me for sure. And we can't have that. I wouldn't get my revenge on Umbrella if that happened. They destroyed my life. I was going to get revenge. But I didn't know how to do it.

I used to work for them. I was a prodigy, nineteen years old and already a top researcher. My ideas were revolutionary. But they refused to listen. And Birkin didn't help. He was alway feeding them lies about how I was against them. As if. I was nothing without them. But they bought his story and sent me to the Arklay lab.

And of course there was an accident. Those fools. I warned them but they ignored me. Now i just sit here waiting. Im not infected. But I risk it every time I leave for food. Which I must do soon. I had no way to leave. I should just wait for help.

Than I heard a distinct gunshot. I was instantly alert and ready. The zombies didn't have the inteligence to figure out how to shoot a gun. So it had to have been someone alive. I heard more shots and than a scream. I shook my head. They never stood a chance. The numbers are against them. And thats just with the zombies. There were other horrors in the mansion that were far worse than the zombies. But I didn't care. I just needed to get out.

I began to think. The ventilation system was probably infested by now. No escape that way. But what other way was there? The basement flooded bringing up Project Neptune. And with the undead all around in the halls, there was no way of escape. I tried desperately to come up with something, anything that would help me to escape.

The answere almost blinded me. There were computers in the underground lab. If I could get there alive than I could send an email. The company would save me. But no. I quit. Im just a civillian to them. They don't give a damn if I lived or died. But Wesker could help. He was a friend.

The only problem now was how could I get there alive? The zombies were still in the hall. And I had no weapons. I laughed maniacally. I was so close to a plan. If only I could have gotten the memo of the weapon locations. I laughed again. Oh well. I would have to use my mind to defeat these beasts.

I surveyed the room to see if there was anything that could be used as a weapon. There was a fire poker but that was it. I groaned. But it was still better than nothing. I began to outline my plan. I needed to get a few floors down. But i was sure to meet the zombies. I knew so little about them. I needed information. But I had no means to collect it.

This problem was not easily fixed. The only one who would have information had a closed system computer in the room over, but he was a zombie. I had no way to get to his files without being infected by him. Unless I could draw him out.

The idea crystalized quickly. I had seen them several times and new them to be slow. But I don't know how inteligent. It was risky but it was the best chance I had. I walked into the hall cautiously looking all around before i stepped out. I walked over to the directors room and opened the door.

The former director lunged at me. His flesh was rotted and I almost vomited from the smell. I sidestepped and he fell forward. I acted on instinct and smashed his head with my foot. Blood began to spread in a pool and I felt nauseous again. I almost passed out when I heard a shuffle from down the hall. I remembered my plan and stepped into the room locking it and than barricading the door.

The computer was right where I remember it being. I walked over to it and booted it up. It asked for a four digit pass code. I thought about it for a while before I typed in 1489. That was the "secret" code name of the mansion. The screen opened up and I saw at least twenty files. I found all of the ones useful to helping me plan my escape but put the laptop in a bag and threw the bag over my shoulder. There's no knowing what useful files could be found to help me with Umbrella.

My escape was planned. Now I just had to hope it would work.