Disclaimer: I don not own Resident Evil or any of its characters, all characters and the Resident Evil name belong to capcom so don't sue

Note: this is my first fan fiction so go easy on me suggestions welcome

Drip, drip, drip. The murky rain water slid from the green leaf and into the puddle forming rings that spread out and then disappeared. Over and over, again and again. It was just like…what Billy saw over and over again. The rotting corpses slowly creeping towards him, moaning their hungry emotionless cries chunks of their bleeding flesh falling off onto the dirt ground. Their eyes rolling watching him like a wolf watched a wounded deer. Then the zombie's faces started changing, into his mother, his father, brother, friends, and then Rebecca.

"REBECCA!" Billy awoke in a cold sweat, his hand already clutching his S&W Sigma hangun. He looked around the cave, seeing his friends all asleep with weapons at their sides, Barry with his .44 Raging Bull Revolver, Jill with her two Nine-Millimeter Uzis, and Rebecca, sweet, sweet, Rebecca. Her short black hair leaning against the wall of the cave, a blanket wrapped around her legs, and her small gloved hands clutching her customized 1911 handguns, fit for her hands. He had met back up with her and the others after weeks of wandering through the cold Arklay forests and into New York City. Although Barry said they were still looking for some guy named Leon, and the Redfield siblings. But it would be hard to find them with Umbrella assassins on their tail. God he just hoped it would all end soon. But he had been hoping for months now and nothing had ended. He checked his shotgun and pistol before he took a last look at Rebecca and drifted of to sleep.

MEANWHILE AT THE RUINS OF THE SPENCER ESTATE

"NO NO NO NO NO" yelled a deranged Wesker, his once sleek blond hair now in shambles, with patches of ripped out hair all over, his white lab coat as ragged and dirty and the ruins around him. He was surly only a fraction of the man he had once been, the military genius, but no now he was a madman. "WHAT HAVE I DONE WRONG" he stared at the large glass tube that held his precious experiment, the muscular body floating effortlessly inside the green liquid. "wait that's it I need to COMBINE the two viruses" Wesker ran to the ash scorched table and mixed two vials of liquid one blue and one green and made a red liquid. He walked onto a step ladder until he towered over the tank and poured the liquid in, making the tank turn red like the color of blood. The body inside began to move, two large metal spikes ripping the flesh away from the top of its wrists and shooting out to make swords, its fingertips turning into sharp points like wolf claws. The body banged against the thick glass, its muscles bulging, it cracked the glass until it shattered, sending shards into Wesker, but he didn't care, the pain didn't matter because Wesker had done it, he had created something better than anything from Umbrella. "HAHAHAHAHA" Wesker let out a haunting laugh that echoed through the ruins.

The creature walked forward "STARRRRRRRRS" it yelled, and raising its arm lopped off Wesker's head. The creature walked towards another large table and took two M-16s, two desert eagles, and a grenade launcher, took a set of black clothes put them on and started to make its way into the dense forest. "Starssss" it yelled as it retraced its claws taking a last look at Wesker as it began to change form until it became Wesker, or at least a exact copy of him, it then walked over to Wesker's head and took of his black tinted glasses and but them on himself, and began to laugh the same haunting laugh that Wesker had as he walked off.

Just as the creature walked off, four people came into the ruins, puzzled looks on their faces as they saw the broken tube and beheaded body of Wesker.

"DAMN! We're too late" Leon said, his blond hair rustled by the wind as it blew across the ruins. He nervously holstered his H&K USP pistol opposite his combat knife, the grip hitting the stock of his sawed of REMINGTON M870 shotgun slung on his back.

"It took the weapons too" said Chris as he eyed the table slowly eyeing the ruins poking his SPAS-12 shotgun into the dark corners.

"Do you think we should bury him" asked Claire, her long red hair flying behind her.

"No" said Chris "he doesn't deserve it"

"Well" said a man clothed in a long black coat, black scarf, and scar over his right eye. "Something has to be done about the body" he said as he sheathed two short Wakazishi samurai sword along his back, two .357 magnums holstered at his side.

"You're right Gabe, come on do your stuff" said Leon. Gabe nodded as he flicked his hand, causing a tree beside him the crack, over and over till it made logs that formed around and over Wesker. Then he stepped forward with a lighter and gas can as he lit the body on fire.

"I can never get used to that" Claire sighed
"no one could" said Gabe as he stepped away from the now blazing body. As Chris watched the dancing flames he could swear he heard Weskers haunting laugh echoing in the darkness of the woods.

So what do you think, I have some ideas for some future chapters but again suggestions are welcome thanks for reading I'll update soon,