This is my crossover based on the video games Resident Evil by Capcom and Silent Hill by Konami. I do not own either of them.


Before I begin my story, I would like to share with you a belief of mine. Ever since the Industrial Revolution, many people have believed that the most powerful weapons to be that of machine guns, toxic gases, bombs capable of taking out entire countries... however, I disagree with them. I believe that the most powerful and most dangerous weapon ever to exist is the human mind.


"I never thought you would be like this. After all we've been through I never could've imagined things would happen the way they did. But even so, it did happen. So what are you going to do about it? What should you do? Tell me! What is your answer? What is your decision?"

Billy's eyes shot open as he was thrown forward. His heart racing, his body covered in sweat. He looked around and examined his surroundings. He saw many trees, obviously he was in a forest. The sky was very cloudy with a pure white, it must've been morning. Though it was a strange morning, there was no sign of life anywhere, no birds chirping, no bugs crawling around, nothing.

"What the hell?" He thought.

He turned to his side and noticed a small, makeshift fireplace that must've gone out a while ago. The memories slowly came back to him. He was in the Arklay Mountains, this is where he had slept the previous night. He was surprised it took him that long to remember. Judging by his high heart rate and excessive sweat, it was obvious that he must of had one hell of a nightmare.

"Freaky." He thought. "What the hell was it about?" He tried his best to remember but it was useless. Everything in between now and when he went to bed last night was blank with a capital b. He had no idea what he must of dreamed about, all he knew was that it was one hell of a dream.

He sighed. There was no use thinking about it, though.

"Dreams are just dreams." He said quietly to himself. "Since when the hell did they even matter?" He didn't believe it ever did matter. And with that, he got up off the ground and scattered the makeshift fireplace, destroying the evidence of him ever being there.

"Just to be on the safe side." He thought. "Never can be too careful." Rebecca was supposed to have reported him dead so he shouldn't have to worry about people looking for him, but he didn't know for sure and relying on an assumption was foolish. For all he knew, they could've squeezed the information out of her. Rebecca was just a girl, if she had looked suspicious when telling her story, they may have interrogated her. There wasn't anyway Rebecca could hold up for long in that kind of situation.

Billy stopped the thought before it could go on anymore. He didn't want to think about it. The thought only made him worry and worrying didn't do any good. Besides, Rebecca proved to him that she is tough and Billy was sure she could take care of herself. It was up to her now and he knew she could take care of things herself.

As he finished destroying what was left of the fireplace, he noticed a small shiny object laying on the ground. He reached down and picked it up out of the dirt. Someone like him could easily tell what it was, it was a handgun. A Beretta nine millimeter to be specific. It was slightly warm, probably recently fired. Either that or he was sleeping on it and his body heated it up. Since sleeping with guns was a habit of his, he believed this was much more likely.

"Not a bad gun." He thought. "Although the stopping power wasn't too great a few well placed shots could take down even the strongest of targets" It was obviously his gun and he was glad to have found it before venturing off into the unknown wilderness. Those monsters he encountered with Rebecca are still out there, he will need everything he can get his hands on to survive.

Just then, he noticed distant dark objects on the corner of his eye. He gazed out into the distance and recognized the dark objects to be the tops of buildings, a city skyline. It had to be Raccoon City, it was the only city around and the only one he could've possibly reached in half a day's travel on foot.

He stopped and thought to himself if he should go down there or not. Was it really smart? With him narrowly escaping a death sentence so suddenly, it seemed pretty suicide to go towards the town that's home to the STARS team that tried to catch him.

"But they ran into several zombies and monsters." He thought. "They must've told everyone in their report." Who would believe them? How could anyone believe that kind of story?

"Maybe they had some sort of evidence, like a video or something. And surely they must've lost a few people. How would they explain that?" It still wasn't anything solid he could go on. It's unlikely they would have video evidence. If you're being attacked by zombies, it's unlikely that you would take out a camera and start filming. And as for the loss of officers part, if they believe them to be crazy they wouldn't believe the downed officers were killed by zombies. They would believe them to have been killed by other means and the whole zombie thing to be the result of some sort of post-traumatic stress.

He sighed. More than likely, no one will believe the STARS. He felt bad for Rebecca, after losing her friends and facing unthinkable horror, she will now be kicked off the force, labeled a maniac and probably even put in a mental hospital. And all at the age of eighteen. Just a young, innocent girl who just wanted to make things right.

The words hit Billy hard and angered him. He wasn't going to let that happen. He had to do something. He had to get Rebecca out of there, he had to save her. He wasn't going to let those bastards treat her like that. He couldn't just run off on his own like this. He was going back and he was going to save her from this.

"Hold on, Rebecca." He said, softly. "I'm coming." And with that, Billy took off in a fast pace towards the distant city which he presumed to be Raccoon City. But in his eagerness to get there as fast as he could, he failed to notice the rusty, warn out road sign that read:

"Welcome to Silent Hill"