This is my first attempt at a Resident Evil Fan Fiction.

I don't know if it'll turn out good, but we will just have to wait and see.

Note: I do not own anything that belongs to Capcom nor Konami or Kojima Productions.

Note: I do, however, own myself.

Chapter One: Unexpected Occurrences

"Damn it! I'm late!" I said breathlessly, rushing around the house to gather my things for class. It was 9:30 a.m. and I had to be in class by 8:30 a.m.

"This day can't get any more worse for the wear than it already has." I said to myself, realizing in my mind that when people say that, Murphy's stupid laws kick in, just like with my toast and jam moments ago.

I stepped outside into the country air around my house and took a quick look around me. I had lived alone for a couple of years and actually was able to save the money for a small house in the middle of B.F.E. The air was thick feeling and damp. I noticed in the sky that there were many dark clouds approaching from the west, most likely a front. To the east was another set of clouds. Luckily, these were very small and hopefully wouldn't develop, but we know better, don't we. Once again, I began to regret my words. I entered my truck, placed my books and what not onto the passenger's seat, and began my trek towards town.

I couldn't stop glancing out of the window towards the clouds. "That damn storm will probably hit before I get to class, I don't want to say it, but what else? Wait….who am I talking to?" I said to myself, feeling a puzzled expression come over my face. I always seemed to find comfort in talking to myself. Come on, it's alright if you don't answer your own questions.

After awhile of driving, I had almost reached the outskirts of town. It had already began to storm, and my truck wasn't handling well against the wind. I was struggling to keep it in the middle of the road and, on top of that, the rain was heavy on the windshield and the wipers weren't doing their job quite as well as they should have.

I begun to pull into town, noticing that there weren't many others out on the road if at all. "The storm must've scared everyone off, wimps." Just then I heard a loud crashing noise and I lost control of my truck. I began to swerve around the road, out of control and almost hitting signs and other vehicles parked alongside the road.

Another loud crash was heard and once again, I was all over the road again, pulling up onto the sidewalk out of panic and a force upon the left side of the truck. I looked out my left window to see if there was anything out there, but there was nothing. Upon further inspection I could see that my side of the truck was beginning to cave in. Something unseen was ramming my truck. Once again, I was hit and my side window cracked in and the door began to loosen. Pissed and frustrated, I punched out the rest of the window to get a clearer and better look at what was trying to cause me to wreck. I still couldn't see anything, the clouds had darkened everything to an almost night-like state. I concentrated hard on what was in front of me and trying to see what was at my side.

Then, I noticed it, there was a hardly visible fine line where the rain stopped falling and began to collide with something. It appeared to be another vehicle that was quite a bit larger than my own, most likely a van. I had get away from it, or at least find a way to expose it or decommission it. Just then I remembered the gun that I had bought just a couple of weeks ago. I had placed it in the glove box and was now reaching for it as I began pulling up on the curb without noticing.

Then, again, the cloaked vehicle collided with my truck, only this time, not all of my tires were on the ground anymore. The force of the van along with the position of my truck caused my vehicle to topple over. I was thrown against the passenger side door and seen that the ground was now in the window, flattening out and grinding the metal of the truck, also shattering the window.

Inertia continued its course and the truck rolled onto its top, grinding to a halt an the sidewalk and rocking forward slightly. "Ow….damn it, son of a bitch." I said to myself as the truck stopped and I realized now that it was upside down. I looked around and seen that I was on the curb, stopped near a cemetery. "That was close, almost joined them." I said as I untangled myself and remembered my assailants and my gun. I popped open the glove box and found it, an M1911, custom ordered and assembled to a near clock like precision, much like Big Boss's in Metal Gear Solid 3. Come on, who doesn't like T.E.A.?

I pulled the weapon from its housing, turned the safety off, and pulled the slide back, opening the breach and chambering a round. As I was struggling to exit my truck, I heard the cloaked van stop and two people exited. They stopped about 100 feet ahead of my truck and were just closing their doors, the driver pulling the key from the ignition, and gathering things from the back of the van. Both were clad in all black, with tactical masks, vests, combat boots, and uniforms. I used this opportunity to clamber to my feet and take a quick glimpse at my vehicle. 16 years and all it took was two pricks to destroy it, the bastards. "How will I explain this to my professor?" I asked myself, laughing.

Just then, I seen that the two assailants were finishing up with their business. 'Gee, you'd think if they were here to kill me, they would've done it by now.' I thought to myself before taking off towards the cemetery in the rain. I weaved in and out of the headstones, trying to continue running and remain off the areas where the dead lay, I have respect for the dead. My pursuers, however, did not. As I glimpsed back I could see them trampling over whatever ground they could to reach me.

I turned to fire a shot, but missed, hitting a headstone and sending debris over the two chasers. I remembered the old abandoned factory outside of town that I could rush to give them the slip. I thought of rushing towards town, but these people were probably carrying weapons and I didn't want to risk anyone else getting caught up in my situation.

My lungs felt like they were going to burst and as I was about to give up, my suspicions were confirmed, they were carrying guns. The shot, however, sounded low caliber. Maybe they weren't here to kill me at all, but getting shot wasn't high on my list of things to do today. Kill me or not, I still had to reach that factory.

Time Lapse: Five Minutes

"My gym teacher….would've….been…proud…of me." I struggled to say to myself as I reached the factory doors. Whether it was an adrenaline rush or fear, I had run the couple miles or so to the factory, avoiding gun shots and my heart exploding. I had somehow outrun my pursuers by a few hundred yards and that gave me time to enter and hide.

I pushed on the doors as hard as I could, but to my dismay, they didn't budge. I looked down and seen a lock on the door with a chain wrapped around the handles. I picked up the assembly of metal and held it in my hand. "Damn it!" I shouted as I threw the lock and chain down against the door. I then remembered from Resident Evil Remake Barry Burton shooting the lock out the door trapping Jill in the 'sandwich' room. I then remembered reading that shooting a lock is much more complicated than one would think. "Fuck logic!" I yelled as I aimed my gun at the lock and fired. I heard a ricochet noise and the lock spun open and to the ground along with the chains.

As I begun to enter the building, they opened fire on me again, narrowly missing the back of my legs and sticking into a small wooden table inside the building. I rushed in and closed the doors and immediately after began pushing the counters and chairs against the doors.

I took a quick look around me and discovered that I was in a large lobby, littered with dust, broken objects of various sorts, and vacancy. It was extremely dark and I had only adjusted somewhat to the ambient lighting around me. I focused more on the room and seen that there were doors on either side of the main desk along with stairs leading to the upper floors. Which ever way I picked, it was better than being outside with Asshole #1 and #2.

I took my chances and headed for the doors and the left side of the room. That side of the building had looked rather large from the outside and I had a better chance of loosing them in a large area. Just as the doors I had entered shut, I heard the assailants kick the debris free from the main doors and enter the building. After their entrance, they stopped and surveyed the area around them as well.

"Which way did he go?" asked one, breathing heavily. "I don't know," said the other, "but he will probably try to give us the slip in here." he finished.

'Just my luck, they know what I will do.' I thought to myself, 'Better think of something else'. I slowly lowered myself to the floor and peeked through the large crack between the door and the floor.

"You grabbed the keys, right?" asked the first.

"You think I'm an idiot? Of course I did." said the second.

'You both are a couple of idiots talking out loud about your plans.' I thought.

The first had a could of distinguishing features about his clothing, his mask was shaped differently and he carried a different emblem on his shoulder than the second as well as more body armor. I guess this was a sign of rank.

"You stay here then and set up motion trip wires along all entries and exits to and from this room." said the first to the second.

"Sure thing." said the second as he began to pull several objects out of one of his packs. They appeared to be small rectangular objects, shiny of course as all cool gadgets are.

'How will those….' I began a thought but quit when the ends of the objects shot out and formed long metallic strips with little diodes along the tops of them. He then began to place them at the bottom of all the door ways in the room. 'Never mind.' I finished.

As he began to approach my door, I held my breath as best as I could with fear of being heard. He placed the strip down in front of the door, blocking my view of the room. 'Damn it.' I thought, frustrated. I slowly began to rise from my position on the floor when the first said that he will be heading through the doors on the right side of the lobby.

'How nice of him.' I thought to myself as silence began to fall upon the room.

I remained in my position on the floor for a moment and thought of how I should escape from here. Just then though, I felt something begin to crawl on my leg. It had little claws and was working its way up to my back. It moved off of my shorts and up to my shoulder blades. 'What the fuck is on me!' I thought in a panic, not wanting to move and attract the attention of the second guy holding the keys to the van.

The creature began to move onto my head. I couldn't take it anymore and like a dumbass, reached up and smacked the thing off of my head. A large furry shape fell from my head and onto the floor, letting out a squeak and a scratching noise.

It was a rat. I felt relief at that realization as I have owned mice and ferrets before, these weren't much different to me. What worried me mostly was the fact that the little scuffle had attracted the second man's attention.

I could hear him moving slowly towards the door, taking caution as he drew up to the cracked open end. He slowly pushed open the door, taking care not to upset the alarm, and took a quite look inside the room. It was still dark, but I could see that the rat was making his way to the door as well.

'I got it now. I only need to wait.' I thought to myself as I watched the scene unfold in front of me. The second man slowly and fully entered the room taking note to his corners and blind spots. He slowly began to inch towards my spot on the floor. He flicked on his flashlight and surveyed the room closer.

As he walked forward, the rat began to squeak and draw the man's attention. He quickly turned around and looked to see what was there. As he turned, I raised from my spot on the floor he heard me and turned to engage. With precision I didn't know I had at the moment, and taking advantage of the second man's confusion, disarmed him and wrapped my forearm around his neck, closing his windpipe and blocking his air flow.

The first man was too far into the other side of the building as far as I knew to even hear what was going on.

The second man continued his fight to peel me off of his back, but to no avail. Soon, after a small struggle, his legs gave out and he crashed to the floor. He was out like a light.

I took this opportunity to search for his keys. They weren't in his left pocket or his right. They weren't tucked into a magazine pouch or on his vest. His vest. It was large, like thick body armor.

"Oh shit." I murmured to myself as I realized my mistake. This was the first guy. They had tricked me when I couldn't see beyond the crack between the floor and the door.

"Oh shit is right." said a voice from behind me. It was the second guy. He had waited in the lobby this whole time.

"How did you…." I started.

"Motion sensors." said the second guy. "We knew you were there, we just wanted to have fun with your arrogance.".

"Well, this sucks, and you let me waste my energy." I said, disappointed. I would've attempted disarming him, but I couldn't see him and he most likely had a gun pointed right at me.

Ignoring me, the second man reached up to his shoulder, speaking into a communications unit, "Wesker, sir, we have him." said the second man.

"Wesker?" I questioned. "Isn't he just a fictional person? As in, not real?"

"He's real," said the first, "and you're going to him." he finished as he hit me in the back of the head with the butt of his rifle.

Don't know if that turned out well, but I just said screw it and started typing something.

Maybe too slow, but it can be sped up, more detailed, less detailed, ya.

Hope you enjoyed.