So i've been playing a lot of Resident Evil lately, and once again i've become addicted to it, and to one Albert Wesker. Here's a little fic i've been working on for a while, hope you enjoy it.

Oh, I do not own Resident Evil or any characters shown apart from my own original characters.

Your Whispers In The Dark

Chapter One - The Facility

At the beginning of the 21st century, the Umbrella Corporation became the largest commercial entity in the United States. Nine out of ten homes contain it's products. It's political and financial influence is felt everywhere. In public, it's the world's leading supplier of: Computer technology, medical products and healthcare. But under that it is leading the research front with military technology, genetic experimentation and viral weaponry. Umbrella have many secret facilities scattered across the globe full of the world's leading scientists. And it is in one of these facilities our story begins.

The first thing that Erika felt when she opened her eyes was pain, a dull throbbing at the side of her head. The second thing she felt was the cold hard floor of the laboratory she worked in. Alarmed she jumped up, regretting it instantly as her vision blurred and her head throbbed more. She grabbed the wall to steady herself. When her vision returned she glanced around her work place; it was ruined, vials broken, computers destroyed. What had happened here? Erika ran her hand through her hair and winced. Looking down at her hand she was alarmed when she was greeted with the sight of blood. How did she get that wound?

"Amanda, what happened here?" Her voice sounded too loud in the silence. There was no reply." Amanda?" She swore, a habit she thought she got rid of. There was only two reasons the AI would be turned off; if it went rogue, or because of the sensitive work that was conducted here, it was destroyed because of a biohazard incident, for Umbrella's protection, neither one made Erika feel any better. She carefully made her way over to the sink and was relived to find that it still worked. Grabbing some tissue and sticking it under the tap, Erika cleaned her wound as best she could. She had no knowledge of how she got said wound or what happened to the facility. She looked around one last time before finally deciding that she would be leaving in the next five minutes. She quickly scavenged what she could. Grabbing the medical pack off the wall she took out a dressing for her wound and bandaged it. She slung the pack over her shoulder; it could be useful in the future. As she went to her desk she noticed that the hard drive to her computer was destroyed. There was no way she would be getting any information off it. But Erika saw ahead, in her desk there was a memory stick with a complete copy of the research she was doing on the Las Plagas, true in the wrong hands it could bring down Umbrella within days. She sighed in relief when she picked it up in her desk draw. She stowed it in the pocket of her labcoat. There was no way she would start from scratch again; it took her almost a year to get as far as she was. She approached the door; there was no power, which means the security lock on her door must have been disabled, as a safety measure she picked up a metal pole that was once a leg to a table. If there was infected out there she would be a tasty snack, and as far as Erika was concerned she was not on the menu.

The door to her lab opened, as expected, which only made Erika more nervous. She stepped out into the hall, the click of her heels echoing loudly. She continued on walking down the corridor, glancing in occasionally at some of the labs, seeing them destroyed and the occasional blood spatter on the window. Erika grew more and more concerned for her colleagues and had to stop herself from letting out a whimper when she saw one. Well he wasn't her colleague any more, he was covered in blood and shuffling along awkwardly. Erika let out a small noise of fear and the zombie turned and faced her. She started backing away slowly, but it was too late, the once scientist lunged at her with a growl, arms outstretched. Erika glanced around looking for an escape, if she went back, she'd just end up cornered, and the noise of this one would attract more. In that second she decided to try and silence it, it was the least she could do for him. She lifted the pole shakily, it wasn't heavy, she was just terrified. As he shambled towards her Erika swung the pole and flinched at the resounding thunk of it connecting with the zombie's head. He fell to the ground and groaned. He was still alive. Erika strung several swears together and brought the pole up again, and swung it down. There was a crack and blood spattered her shoes and legs. The zombie did not move again. The pole hit the ground with a clatter and Erika couldn't help but lean against the wall as her stomach heaved.

She stayed there for a few more minutes, steadying her stomach and her head. When she was certain that she wasn't going to be sick she bent down and picked up the pole, avoiding looking at her first kill and stepped over the body. The noise would attract more, she would have to move quickly now and escape the facility. With that on her mind Erika picked up the pace, straining her ears for any sound that could be hazardous to her health.

She was almost near the exit when she heard footsteps. Erika stopped in her tracks; it was coming from around the corner. She pressed herself up against the wall gripping the pole tightly. The footsteps got louder as they came towards her and as the figure turned the corner Erika swung the pole knocking the figure back. She lifted the pole to smack it again when she actually looked at the figure standing in front of her. He was human. Erika dropped the pole and gasped loudly.

"C-C-Chairman Wesker!" She stuttered.

Hope you enjoyed Chapter 1 of Your Whispers In The Dark. I will be updating this once a week every Wednesday. Maybe more depending on how far i've written ahead.

Until next time

Ai.