DM here. This is obviously an RE based story, but I'm not a master of the RE storyline. As the plot gets more intricate, I'll have to become well learned on RE History. If you see a problem with the plot, DON'T TELL ME IN A REVIEW. Please send me an email at DarkMagnus2004hotmail.com. Please, be picky! I want a developer of the Resident Evil series to be able to read this and find no problems. Thanks. Remember, all reviews are encouraged, even flames.

Prologue

Dust rose in tiny clouds as Kevin dashed along the corridor. The poorly made corridor began to wear away as he ran for a light in the distance. But no matter how long he dashed, it did not come closer. Behind him, the disfigured being known as Thanatos pursued with inhuman speed. Its acid- burned eyes convulsed and its heart... its visible, beating heart, pulsated madly. Kevin glimpsed back for a second, and realized how close it was. He could feel Thanatos' breath on his neck. As he returned his eyes to the light, he could only see a wall. He crashed into it, and felt his body scream in pain. Kevin shakily turned around and saw the horrifying creature stand over him. It raised its bloody claw, and then... spoke?!

"The only way either of us is going to get out of this hellhole is by you dying. Think of it as... the greater good. Hahaha!"

"D...wh...why?"

The claw plunged into him.

"NO!!"

A panicked silhouette shot up from a large bed, followed by a more feminine shadow. Outside, a motion sensor light flipped on.

"What?!"

Kevin glanced to his right. In the hazy light, he took comfort in Alyssa's face. The two gazed back down at their hands, which were both grasping high caliber handguns. They laughed.

Crimson red wine cascaded down into a glass. Kevin took a seat at the small breakfast nook across from Alyssa. For a moment, they sat in silence, Kevin staring into the chilled golden Corona in his hand, and Alyssa into her deep red wine.

"It was that dream again, wasn't it?"

Kevin shook his head, and leaned back into his chair, taking a long gulp of beer.

"What do you think happened to everyone else?"

The former R.C.P.D. officer returned to an upright position.

"Well, Jim wrote a book about the incident. Funny, I'd been meaning to pick it up. Bastard made a fortune. Strange, though, that Lab we found? I heard he never mentioned it."

"Weird..."

"Mark found his family, the lucky dog. They were evacuated around the time we sent Main St. to hell. Said he found a bunch of fathering books in the University and turned his life around."

"Heh."

"Heh."

"Cindy's a waitress in some fancy restaurant. She told me she'd never work in another bar again. Hell, I don't blame her."

Kevin took another sip.

"J's Bar. Damn, the memories."

He fished around in his pocket and pulled out a white slip. As he unraveled it the piece of paper began to look a bit ridiculous.

"This," Kevin stated in mock pride, "Is my old credit slip. Five hundred sixty eight dollars and thirty six cents. I have a feeling Jack would have used that shotgun he kept in his drawer if I didn't pay up soon."

Alyssa sighed, and with a smile, said, "Yep. My lover, the bum."
Chapter One – Genesis

"I'm telling you Kevin, this is twisted. This guy's neck looks like it got spooned out or something! This could make national news!"

Kevin sighed, and adjusted his hat to block the rays of the glowing sun.

"Calm down, Carlos. Not much makes national news, unless it involves a celebrity getting new tits. It's probably just some rabid dog bite."

Carlos looked as if he was racking his brain to find a way to make the murder more spectacular.

But, before he could, the two arrived at the small shack where the murder took place. They exited their Police van and entered through the open door. Another officer was waiting right inside. Kevin held up his badge.

"Kevin Ryman, BCPD Investigative Unit. Show me the stiff."

"Alright then, but be warned, it's pretty gruesome."

The policeman led Kevin over to the bodybag, and began unzipping it.

"I've been wanting the boys at the lab to get a look at this. The wound is disgusting, and it's like it's infected with some kindAAAAAHH!!!"

The corpse in the bodybag suddenly rose up and ripped a chunk of flesh out of the man's chest. It slammed him to the ground and started to tear him apart. Memories rushed back to Kevin. The first zombie in J's bar. The lickers. The horrible smell of rotting flesh. He pulled out his .45 and fired one round. It sliced cleanly through the zombie's head.

For a moment, there was silence. Then, the man on the ground began to scream in pain. Kevin and Carlos sprung into action, Kevin trying to stop the bleeding and Carlos running outside to call an ambulance.

Kevin glanced outside, and saw Carlos shooing away a blonde man in sunglasses.

"Get out of here! This place has been quar-"

The man with shades simply dealt a strike to his face, a bitchslap of such proportions that Carlos did a 180. Before he could sink the ground, the mystery attacker firmly planted his hand on Carlos' head and twisted.

With a groaning crack, the deceased BCPD officer crumpled to the ground.

Kevin's head was spinning as he reached for his .45. 2 seconds later, 3 bullets rang out. The sunglasses the man had on lay broken on the ground. His eyes glowed red.

"Interesting," the man said, seemingly ignoring the 3 bullet holes now decorating his face. "Your reflexes are quite amazing." He briskly walked up to Kevin and pulled his arm back. "But... you broke my sunglasses."

Kevin swore he felt as if he was flying, before he blacked out.

Beep............Beep............Beep...

Officer Ryman awoke, groggily, and viewed his surroundings. He was somewhere in the Blueport City Hospital, and he felt like crap.

"Where... am I?"

"Kevin?!"

Alyssa, who was sitting to Kevin's side, quickly knelt down beside him.

"You're awake, thank God."

Almost embarrassed at her own tenderness, she sarcastically added, "Boy, that guy did a number on you."

"Alyssa,... zombies are... back, I saw... now Carlos died, and... and..."

"What are you talking about? Carlos is fine. Some crazy guy hit you with a crowbar. You must be real wacked out now."

"I'm te...lling you, Carlos is..."

"Carlos is fine, fool."

The smiling Latino walked in to the door, carrying a card. He was wearing sunglasses.

"Some bum cracked open your skull. We got the bastard though. Tweaking up to his eyeballs, man."

Carlos and Alyssa shared a laugh.

Kevin's good friend laid the card on the table, and smiled at him. He then lifted his shades, and with red eyes, winked.

TO BE CONTINUED
Next Chapter- Exodus.