RE Armageddon: Part I- Prelude to Destruction

by striker

The survivors begin to slowly reunite to stop Umbrella. Meanwhile, a new danger emergies from the shadows while old foes return. Please read and review

1. After Antarctica

Disclaimer: Resident Evil and everything else associated with it belongs to Capcom. This story however, belongs to me.

Resident Evil: Armageddon

Part I- Prelude to Destruction

Chapter 1- After Antarctica

Written by: Striker

Armageddon n. A final battle between the forces of good and evil.

Webster's Dictionary

My name is Chris Redfield. Where do I begin? It was so long ago that sometimes I think it was all a bad dream. Ha, I wish it was, but it really happened. I guess you could say that this all started years ago when the Spencers and the Ashfords created the Umbrella Corporation, a giant pharmaceutical company that served as a front for their bio-weapons research. It started when Umbrella perfected the T-virus, a deadly virus that turned people into flesh-eating zombies and created Bio-Organic Weapons, horrible genetic freaks that lived only to kill.

That's how it started for Umbrella. For my friends and I, it began in July of 1998. That was the year that all our lives were changed forever. I was part of a special unit that was attached to the Raccoon City Police Department. I was part of the Special Tactics and Rescue Squad, or S.T.A.R.S. team. We were a special paramilitary unit that was formed as a counter-terrorist task force. We handled only the tough situations no one else could. We thought we could deal with anything. We were wrong. It started when people were attacked and killed by what was thought to be wild dogs or grizzlies. The victims were mauled and half eaten. It came to our attention that this could be the work of a cult, as some witnesses claimed that they were assaulted be a small group of 10-12 people. Somehow, I wish that were the case.

I'll never forget that night as long as I live. At first it was going smoothly with Bravo team searching the Arklay Mountains. This was where all the murders had happened. Then we lost contact with Bravo team. Alpha team, which I was part of, set out to see what happened. The members of Alpha team were I, my friend and weapons expert Barry Burton, My friend Jill Valentine, who was not only an ex-Delta, but the daughter of Dick Valentine, one of the best cat burglars in the world. He not only taught her his tricks, but also got her to join the S.T.A.R.S. team so she wouldn't end up in jail like he did. There was Joseph Frost. He was the Bravos' vehicle specialist until he was promoted to the Alphas by our captain, Albert Wesker. Wesker was promoted to S.T.A.R.S. captain in January. Everyone thought he was cool with his slicked back hair and shades. Then there was Brad Vickers. He was our pilot. While I was a qualified pilot from my days in the Air Force before I was kicked out for less than acceptable behavior, Brad was chosen to fly. Besides, Wesker said that he needed me on the ground cause I was a very good shot, which I was. Brad also had the nickname "chickenheart" for his lack of guts, which was probably the other reason he was the pilot.

To make a long story short, we found the Bravos' copter. Our teammates were missing so we started a search. Joseph was the one who found a gun, with the hand still holding it. It was from Edward Dewy, Bravos' pilot. Sadly, Joseph was attacked by dogs and killed. We ran back to the copter only to have Brad hold true to his nickname and take off without us. We were forced to run to a dark mansion we saw in the distance. Inside we found the bodies of Enrico Marini, Bravos' captain, Ken Sullivan, field scout and chemist, Richard Aiken, our communications expert, and Forest Speyer, sniper and my best friend. The only survivor we found was Rebecca Chambers. She was Bravos' field medic and biochemist. She was also only 18, the youngest member of the S.T.A.R.S. team. We found out that our friends were killed by zombies and other creatures mutated by the T-virus. We also found out that Wesker was a traitor who was ordered by Umbrella to use us a guinea pigs to test out their B.O.W.s, killing machines made by the T-virus. Wesker used Barry by threatening Barry's family. He locked up Jill, shot Rebecca, and tried to have me fight the Tyrant, a ten-foot monster built like a tank. Well, it killed Wesker, I killed it, found Barry and Rebecca, alive only because she had a kevlar vest on, and rescued Jill. We made it to the helipad where we signaled Brad. Just as he got there the Tyrant burst through the ground and attacked us. It took me shooting it with a rocket launcher Brad threw to us to kill it. We got out just before the mansion blew. We thought it was over. We were wrong, dead wrong.

We tried to start an investigation on Umbrella, but we had no evidence. The only things I could find were a few papers that were titled "G." I knew this was bad. We made a plan, I would go to Umbrella's HQ in Paris, Jill would stay and look into a factory that Umbrella owned in Raccoon, and Barry would take his family up to Canada. Barry had felt awful when he found out Wesker was bluffing about his family. Barry decided to hide his family so they wouldn't be in danger. Rebecca and Brad were gone. They disappeared after we got back from the mansion. I guess they were smart. Anyway, I left for Europe, hoping that we would meet up there like we planed. It was the hardest thing I ever did. I didn't want to leave my friends, especially Jill for certain reasons, but I knew I had to.

Three months later Raccoon City was infected by the T-virus and the G-virus, Umbrella's newest creation. Jill was caught in the city when it happened. She managed to escape with the help of Carlos Oliveira, a member of the U.B.C.S., the Umbrella Biohazard Countermeasures Service. However, she first had to get past the Nemesis, a Tyrant built for one thing, killing the S.T.A.R.S. members. In fact, it killed Brad while Jill stood helplessly by. It infected Jill with the T-virus, but Carlos found the cure for her and saved her life. They also found out the Carlos' leader, Nicholai Ginovaef, was a traitor just like Wesker. He was ordered to use his men as guinea pigs too. He also tried to kill Jill before he escaped. Umbrella had convinced the U.S. government to nuke Raccoon to destroy the virus. Jill and Carlos had to get out. They did but not before Jill finished off the Nemesis. They managed to survive because Barry came and rescued them.

While that was happening, my sister Claire came looking for me. I didn't want her involved in this, so I didn't tell her where I went. She got into town, only to be attacked by zombies. She was saved by Leon Kennedy, a young rookie who had just arrived to start his new life as a police officer. Together they tried to get to the police station but got separated en route first by crashing the car they were in, (there was a zombie in the back seat that attacked them) and second by having a tanker truck crash into the car. They each got to the station and met different people. Leon met Ada Wong. Her story was that she was looking for her boyfriend when, in fact, she was a spy sent by Umbrella to get the G-virus. Claire met Sherry Birkin. She was the daughter of William and Annette Birkin, creators of the T and G viruses. Claire and Leon also found out how Raccoon had become infected. It was a botched attempt by Umbrella to steal the viruses. William had injected himself with the G-virus because he was fatally wounded. He then killed the Umbrella soldiers and caused the virus to escape. Claire found out that William was looking to impregnate Sherry in order to multiply, which he did. Leon found himself running from Mr. X, another Tyrant sent to get the G-virus. Claire found the cure for Sherry and killed Birkin, who had changed into a horrible monster. Leon and Ada finally destroyed the Tyrant, but Ada apparently got killed. Both Claire and Leon did this in an underground lab Umbrella had in the sewers. The lab's self-destruct timer was also counting down while Claire and Leon were fighting their monsters. They both got on an emergency escape train with Leon retrieving Sherry along the way. They escaped the lab before it blew and Claire gave Sherry the cure. Of coarse, something bad had to happen. It seamed that Birkin was not dead. He, or it, had gotten on the train, setting off the train's self-destruct system. Well, they stopped the train and escaped before it blew, killing what used to be William Birkin for good.

Raccoon wasn't the only place where Umbrella had bases. After escaping, Leon sent his friend Ark Thompson to Sheena Island. It was run by Vincent, a cruel man that had unleashed the T-virus on the island just because he was going to get fired. Ark tried to escape, but Vincent tried to stop him. The copter they were in crashed, Ark hit his head, and lost his memories. He then thought he was Vincent. It wasn't until he met Rott Clein and his sister Lily that Ark remembered who he was. They got away, but not before Ark killed Vincent, escaped the "sweepers," soldiers sent in to kill everyone, destroyed a new Tyrant, and blew up the island.

Claire also found another Umbrella facility. She was sent to Rockfort Prison after getting caught in Umbrella's Paris lab, still looking for me. As soon as she got there though, it was attacked. She was set loose and found another inmate, Steve Burnside. While Claire first saw Steve as an idiot and he saw her as something to slow him down, they soon fell for each other. While avoiding Alfred Ashford, the psycho running the island, they escaped in a plane. Alfred, however, redirected the plane to Antarctica. There, Steve and Claire found Alexander, Alfred's father, and Alexia, Alfred's sister, who had injected herself with the T-Veronica virus she created herself. This made her a dangerous monster. Claire killed Alfred and Alexander, but Alexia captured Steve and poisoned Claire. Meanwhile, I had just gotten a message from Leon. It seems that before Claire left Rockfort, she sent Leon an E-mail telling him to contact me. He had an easy time because Umbrella had an eye on me and Claire had found out where I was. I got to Rockfort only to find out I was too late. I managed to get to the Antarctic base and found Claire. I got her the antidote for the poison and together went looking for Steve. We ran into some major problems. One was that Steve had been turned into a monster by Alexia and was sent after Claire. The second was that Wesker, the bastard whom I thought had died at the Spencer Mansion, was alive and infected with a new virus. It gave him super strength and made him more deadly than before. The only satisfaction I got from this was when Alexia kicked his ass with one slap! To cut to the chase, Claire killed Alexia, who ended up turned into a huge blob. Sadly though, she also had to kill Steve. Before he died, he told Claire that he loved her. I managed to get a little revenge for Claire when I ended up dropping a nuke, which just happened to be on the plane we were escaping in, on the base, destroying it and the T-Veronica virus. I also hoped that Wesker had died in the blast, but even I couldn't be sure.

After all the others and I had been through, I thought that it couldn't get much worse. However, just like before I was wrong. Soon, all of us would be thrown into the biggest battle of our lives. A battle that would not only change our lives but put the fate of the world in our hands. It seemed that all the shit we had been through was just a taste of the hell to come. I guess I was right when I said this that night Jill, Barry, and I made our plan to take out Umbrella just a few months ago. THIS IS ONLY THE BEGINNING.

Chris stood in front of a sink in a small bathroom. He then leaned on the sink as he stared into the mirror above it. He was well built, with broad shoulders, strong, muscular arms, and a flat, defined stomach. In fact, he looked just like a soldier in his white T-shirt and black jeans. Even his face looked like that of a soldier. His black hair looked as if it had once been in a crew cut. His hazel colored eyes had a slight look of intensity to them as he stared into his reflection. However, his face had a worn look to it. A look as if he had been through a war. It was more like hell. He let out a sigh as he closed his eyes.

Chris slowly opened his eyes. He stared at himself for a few minutes before looking out the door. His sister was asleep in her room. Chris smiled a little remembering how great it was to be with her again. It had been so long since he saw her. Sure, while he was in Raccoon he used to call her almost every night to talk to her or sent her a letter with money in it, but it wasn't the same as being in the same room with her. The fact that their parents were dead meant that she was the only family he had. It had killed him not to be able to tell her he was going to Europe. Even thought he wanted to call her, he knew that would only get her involved. Chris turned back to the mirror, his smile replaced with an angry glare.

"The fact that you didn't call her got her involved. Maybe if you told her everything she would have stayed in college like she was supposed to." Chris growled at himself.

Chris rarely smiled, if at all. Ever since his parents' funeral he had rarely smiled. It wasn't until he joined the Raccoon City S.T.A.R.S. that he started to smile again. It was the first time in a long time he felt like he belonged, that he had real friends, that he felt wanted. Sure he had friends in the Air Force, but they weren't as close. He knew that cause when he left the Air Force after being discharged, he didn't miss those guys. The S.T.A.R.S. was a different story. He mourned for the ones who dies at the Spencer Estate, especially Forest. He also found it hard to leave Raccoon. Even though Barry and Jill said that they would meet up will him as soon they could, he still felt bad.

"Maybe you shouldn't have left your friends." Chris said, "Maybe if you didn't, you could have been there for Claire when arrived and you could have helped Jill too."

Chris closed his eyes and hung his head again. Ever since he got to Europe he thought about his decision. He felt guilty for leaving, but if Umbrella was to be taken down, he needed to leave.

"I just hope they're OK." Chris mumbled, remembering he felt when he heard of Raccoon's destruction, remembering how he hoped that Jill, Barry, and the others had left before the missile had hit.

Suddenly, Chris was snapped out of his depression by the sound of someone screaming. It was coming from Claire's room.

"SHIT, Claire."

Chris bolted from the bathroom and ran down the short hall to his sister's room. He threw open the door to see Claire trashing in bed.

"STEVE! NO STEVE DON'T!" Claire was having another one of her nightmares. It was always the same one. She was at the Antarctic base. She had just shot Steve in the heart and now he lay dying in her arms. Now in this one as in the others, she was begging for him not to die And like in the others, he told her he loved her and passed away.

"Claire, wake up. It's just a dream. Wake up" Chris sat on her bed and started to shake her.

Claire opened her eyes and looked at her brother. "Chris." She said, tears streaming down her face. "It was Steve, he..."

"Yes, I know. It's okay, it's over now."

"Why? Why did he have to die? Why did any of this have to happen?"

"I don't know Claire. I just don't know"

Claire wrapped her arms around her brother, resting her head on his chest, just like she used to when she was younger. Just like when she had nightmares of her parents deaths. Chris was always there, always holding her, making her feel better, feel safe. She didn't know what she would have done if Chris wasn't there to protect or comfort her. That's why she came looking for him. She found him, but she also found horrors she never dreamed of. She found death and suffering. Then she found Steve, only to have him ripped from her by that monster Alexia. Claire almost enjoyed killing that bitch, but it didn't matter. Nothing could bring Steve back, and no one could ever replace him. No one.

Chris held Claire close to him as she cried. Chris closed his eyes trying to think back to the last time he ever cried. He knew it had to be before their parents died. After the funeral Chris swore he would never cry again. He knew he had to be strong for Claire's sake. She couldn't see him break down, couldn't see him be weak. Ever since then he never showed any weakness, any fear, any feelings. When he got to Raccoon, things changed. He began to loosen up, began to show his feelings. However, Umbrella had brought that to a crashing halt. Chris had made a new vow, until Umbrella was defeated, he wouldn't show any weakness again. He also knew that if he ever did, it would have to be a major crisis.

Claire had settled down after a couple of minutes and fell asleep. Chris was now sitting at the table of their small kitchen. Chris looked around at the apartment. It was the best place he could afford in London. He had decided to come to this city instead of going back to Paris, or any other city in Europe for that matter. From what Leon had told him and what he heard from Claire, Umbrella had him under tight surveillance. Chris knew he needed time and couldn't worry about Umbrella. He had more important things like his sister's emotional state and trying to find his friends, if they were still alive. Anyway, the place was nice. It had two bedrooms connected to the bathroom by a hall on one end. On the opposite end was a small kitchen with a counter. Next to this was a small table Chris was sitting at. The living room was in between. It had a couch with a side table, a TV set against the wall, and a desk pushed up next to one of the two windows that looked out into the city. Chris had a laptop computer on it. He had learned how to hack into other computers and spent hours breaking into Umbrella's files. Chris now stared at the laptop.

'Maybe I should try to search for the other. At least I could contact this Leon guy Claire told me about.'

Chris' concentration was broken by Claire coming out of her room. She had on a pink cotton nightshirt and matching pants. Her long, brown hair that she usually kept in a ponytail now hung down over her shoulders. Her face was red from the tears she had wept. Her once cheerful, soft, brown eyes were now full of sadness. She slowly walked to the table and sat down.

"Hey"

"You feeling better?"

"Yeah, thanks to you Chris. What time is it?"

"It's about 10:30. I was about to go out and get some more food. I thought I should wait till you were up. Hungry ?"

"No, I'll wait till you get back." Claire didn't want to burden her brother. He had done enough to put up with her emotional problem. Besides, she could cook for herself. She had to while she was in college since she lived with two friends off campus. One thing that she prided herself on was how independent she was. She didn't need her brother to wait on her hand and foot. If there was one thing she disliked about Chris was that he was too damn protective.

"Fine, I'll try to get something good for dinner. How about steak?"

"That would be great bro."

"Steak it is then." Chris tried to sound enthusiastic, hoping to make Claire feel better. He knew though that it was a wasted effort. Chris walked into his room and grabbed his wallet and keys off the dresser. He then headed for the door, grabbing his brown jacket from the rack next to the door. He was about to leave when he turned to Claire "Lock the door and don't let anyone in but me. Got it."

"Sure Chris." Claire had heard that every time her brother went out. "Don't worry, I'll be fine."

"I won't be long." Chris closed the door and threw on his jacket. 'Hell, it's going to be cold out there today' Chris thought as he headed for the elevator. It was always cold in London. It was cold the first two times he was here. It was really cold during the winter months. It didn't snow in London, however Chris soon learned that it rained a lot. Combined with the fog, the weather was sometimes unbearable. Chris wondered how the people here could stand it.

Chris walked out into the parking lot. It was actually the basement of the apartment complex that had been gutted because the tenants had cause a fuss over having to park in an abandon lot next door. They didn't feel like having their cars stolen or vandalized. This way, the tenants could feel safe because only people living in the complex could come into the parking lot. That was one reason Chris had picked this place from the other complexes around the city. He didn't feel like having Umbrella's goons rig his car with a bomb. He walked to his car, a black BMW. He had bought it two months ago while in Berlin. Before he went to rescue Claire, he had an old friend in Paris hold on to it for him. He got in and started the engine. He liked the car for two reasons. One, it was fast and was built for performance. Two, the body could take abuse. The Beemer had gotten him out of some tight spots in the past. Chris buckled up and pulled out of his space. He stopped at the gate to be let out.

"How are you Chris.", the security guard said. Chris had became friends with the guy. His name was Jack. He had brown eyes and short, black hair. He was a nice man and one of the few people who would even talk to Chris or his sister.

"Good. Tell me something, Scotland Yard still looking for you?" Chris said with a smirk.

"No, they gave up last night. Going out for something?"

"Yeah, I'm going to the store to get some steaks for Claire."

"How is the lass doing?" Jack asked. "She didn't have one of those bad dreams did she?" He had quickly become friends with her, always wondering how she was doing. Chris had told him about what she went thru. After that, Jack was concerned about how she was dealing with it all. That was one thing Chris liked about him, he cared.

"She did, but she got over it. I think she's getting better. She's a strong person you know."

"You know, I don't blame her for this. Hell, if I went through that, I'd be in a padded cell right now. I just hope you teach those bastards a lesson."

"Don't worry. I intend to pay them back big time. I'll see you later."

"I'll be here Chris." Jack said as he hit the button to lift up the tollgate. "Have a safe trip."

Chris nodded and pulled out of the parking lot and onto the street. "At least the weather will be good today." Chris said to himself as he noticed the clear sky. What he failed to notice was the black Sedan that was waiting for him a few blocks down, the Sedan that began to follow him as he drove past it, the Sedan with the red and white Umbrella logo on the license plate.

Chris loaded the groceries into the back seat. He had gotten six steaks, two for him, two for Claire, and two in case Jack would join them for dinner. Chris felt he had to pay Jack back the gift basket Jack had given them when they first moved in. It was more of a gift crate. It had enough food to last Chris and Claire for a week. Chris smiled as he remembered how the promised to make it up to Jack. Jack told him that he didn't have to, but Chris had been told by his parents that if someone did something nice to him, he should return the favor.

"Well Jack, I'm going to pay you back tonight if I have to drag you over to my place myself."

Chris had also bought some ice cream for Claire. It was Rocky Road, her favorite. Besides, he thought that it would make her feel better. Chris finished loading the car, and after returning the cart to the store, got in the car and took off.

Chris was halfway back to the apartment. He decided to go for a ride to help ease his mind. He thought about driving past Buckingham Palace, but instead drove by Big Ben. Buckingham Palace was too far out of his way and to top it off, the sky was getting cloudy. The last thing he needed was to be caught in a rainstorm. Plus, something else was bothering him. He had just noticed it a few minutes ago. A black car had been following him for some time, and the fact that it had a familiar symbol on the plate didn't make the situation any better.

"Screw the weather" Chris groaned, "I got to shake this guy before I lead him to my front door."

He tried to loose his pursuer without letting on that he knew, with no luck. "To hell with this." Chris stepped on it, the BMW shooting off. The Sedan accelerating to catch up. "YOU WANT ME, COME AND CATCH ME!" Chris yelled as he hung a sharp right. By now, Chris had hit the busy highway. He began to swerve around the other car, the sounds of horns blaring in response. The Sedan was still behind, matching Chris move for move.

"Dammit! I have to get rid of him before we cause an accident. But how." Chris' mind was working on how to ditch the Sedan. He turned off onto a one-way street, the other car in hot pursuit. With nothing in front of him, Chris gunned the engine, the Beemer accelerating down the street. The Sedan caught up and then did something Chris didn't expect, it rammed him.

'What the fuck!' Chris thought, 'What is this guy doing. Why would he try to stop me. He needs me to find out where we are, unless...' At that instant, it flashed into Chris' mind. Maybe this guy knew where Chris and Claire were. Maybe this guy was waiting for Chris to leave, waiting to take Chris out so he wouldn't be there when this guy went after...

"CLAIRE!"

Chris glared at the review mirror. He had to take the bastard out, and fast. The Sedan rammed him again, then a third time. The car then began to move along side Chris, forcing him into the right lane. The car then slammed into Chris, who then fought not to smash into another car parked along the street. Chris retaliated by slamming into the Sedan. Chris looked at his opponent, staring at the tinted window with an angry look. That look turned to shock as the window lowered to reveal a man with a gun.

"CHRIST."

Chris ducked as the man fired, the bullet shattering the driver side window. This was followed by another quick slam. Chris knew he was in trouble. He didn't have his gun, it was sitting on his bed in the apartment. Also, if his attacker shot out a tire, at the speed both cars were going, Chris would go into a wild rollover. He also saw another, more serious threat. Up ahead was an oil truck. If he didn't act fast, chances were that he would be pushed into it. Chris started thinking fast before he saw a car parked on the left a little ways before the oil truck. Chris grinned as he came up with his plan. All he needed now was an opportunity. His grin grew wider as he saw it. The gunman had his arm outside the window, just low enough, ready to shot Chris' tire.

"Want to play hard ball, then I'll play rough."

Chris suddenly swerved into the Sedan, the gunman screaming as his arm was crushed between the two cars. With the driver distracted, Chris slammed into his pursuer again, but this time starting to push the Sedan to the left. The driver tried to push back, but the BMW was more powerful than the Sedan was. Chris locked eyes with the Sedans driver, almost pushing the car into the building. Chris veered to the right and shot out in front. The Sedan's driver looked ahead to see the parked car he was quickly approaching. He tried to avoid it, but it was too late. Like Chris had planned, the Sedan hit the parked car at an angle, the car acting like a ramp to send the Sedan rocketing off to the right. The Sedan went into a barrel roll before slamming on its roof. Chris slammed on the brakes, the BMW screeching to a halt. Chris watched as the Sedan skidded into the oil truck, which exploded in a huge fireball.

"Play with Redfield, you get burned." Chris said to himself as he drove away from the burning wreak.

"HOLY SHIT! The bloody hell happened to you?" Jack exclaimed as Chris pulled up to the gate.

"Got into a little accident, that's all." Chris said, a nonchalant look on his face.

"Little! That's not what I call little. Your car's all banged up." Jack pointed at the BMW. It had dents running along the whole right side.

Chris knew that nothing got by Jack. He was too smart. "I got trailed by some Umbrella agents. They tried to take me out, but I got them instead."

"What did you do?"

"I crashed them into a fuel truck."

Jack was speechless. "How did you do that?"

"How about I tell you over dinner." Chris said. "I got some steaks for you."

"Awe, Chris. If this is about that box I gave you, I told ya already, you don't have to pay be back."

"Come on Jack. Think of it as a couple of friends getting together. You know Claire would be thrilled."

Jack finally gave in. "Fine, if it'll get you of my back, I will."

"OK." Chris said, "How about eight."

"That would be great. I'll see you then." With that, Jack pushed the button for the gate. The bar lifted up as Chris drove his battered car into the parking lot. It wasn't until he was past Jack that his casual expression changed to that of a serious one. If this incident meant what he thought it did, he and Claire would have to move, and soon.

Chris fumbled for his keys and unlocked the door. He grabbed the two bags he set down and walked in. He had been gone for over three hours. He knew this from the clock on the wall and the fact that Claire was dressed. She was on the couch watching soap operas, British soaps of course. She had on one of his dark red t-shirts, a pair of blue jeans, and socks.

"Claire, I'm back." Chris called. Claire turned to look at her brother. He had decided in the elevator not to tell her about the car chase. God knows the last thing she needed to worry about was Umbrella breaking down their door.

"What took you so long?" Claire was obviously worry. Chris said that he wouldn't be gone long. She began to get concerned when two hours had gone by with Chris still gone. She had started to watch TV to take her mind off it, but when 1:30 can around, she feared that something had happened.

"I just decided to take a little detour." He hesitated before continuing. "I needed time to think."

"OK" Claire could tell something was troubling him, but she didn't bother to ask. "Did you get the steaks?"

"Yeah, I also got you some ice cream."

"Rocky Road?"

"You bet. Oh, Jack's coming over for steaks. He should be here at eight."

"Really!? That's great. It'll be nice to have company over for dinner." That was the best news Claire had heard in a while. She liked Jack. He always talked to her and her brother whenever they went out. She also remembered how he was the first person to welcome them. Then there was the welcoming present. Claire had a sneaking suspicion that this invitation was Chris' way of returning Jack's favor. Claire shook her head as she got up to she what Chris had bought for lunch.

Author's comments: How was that for an opening. This is only the first part of my massive epic. (In others words, it's a really long story.) Sorry for the long intro, I tried to include enough background info in case some readers didn't play all the games. Also, this takes place after CV for the Dreamcast. I heard that CV Complete will come out for PSX2 and some things will be changed. I also decided to included Gun Survivor. A lot of fanfics tend to leave this game out. Since I wanted to use all the Resident Evil characters in this story of mine, I just couldn't leave out Ark. Besides, in my outline, he plays a major part in the story. Also, if there are any errors in the background part, tell me and I'll fix them. Some important things to mention. 1. At the beginning and end of each part, everything in italics is Chris' reflection about the story. It's just like a monologue in which Chris is talking about this as if it already happened. It makes sense when you read it. 2. "." obviously represents dialogue. '.' represents the character's thoughts. 3. All dialogue in caps means that the person is yelling or screaming. 4. This is my interpretation of what happens after the Resident Evil games out now. If any new games are released while I write this, I won't include anything from them. 5. Beemer is a nickname my neighbor has for his BMW. (Just thought you should know.)

Anyway, enough talk. In chapter II, we find that other events have been happening during this time. One of those is that Jill is looking for someone and Carlos is along to help. Who is she seeking, and what is the relationship between the two. Find out in RE Armageddon: Part One, Chapter II- Desperate Search.