This is my first RE fanfic, so please review and let me know what you think. You know, what you like, what you don't, suggestions. The usual. Thanx.

The Story: When Julia Brooks and her team are sent to a ship to pick up a bunch of scientists who were trapped there, they got more than they bargained for. Being attacked by strange creatures and strange men on the isolated ship, Julia is forced to use everything at her disposal to stop whatever is going on in this ship. But can she truly stop it? And can she uncover the secrets behind the ship and the people who run it? But more importantly, can she get off alive to warn the world of the horrors that have happened on that ship?

Resident Evil: The Dead Sea

Prologue: Heading Out

Death? You really want to know what death is. It's a laughable concept now-a-days, a state of the mind. You go tell someone they're going to die; they will wet their pants laughing at you. No one dies. And if they do, some psycho who was never hugged as a child will attempt to bring the person back in some sick, evil, twisted plot. Yeah, that's what death is. Now, I know what you're thinking. Wow, this girl is either nuts or had her fair share of the T-Virus. Is it possible to lie and say it's the first one? To say that I'm crazy? That all of this is in my mind? No, it's not. Because you see, everything did happen. The boat, the city, the island, the facility, all of it. But now I'm getting ahead of myself. How's about I start at the beginning.

The boat from hell. If Satan ever needed a sail boat, the StarBurst Cruiser (I still think that's a stupid name, but that's life) would have been ideal for him. It would have brought him tears of freaking joy. You see, this whole mess started because my team and I were sent to a ship to investigate something. We soon found more than we bargained for. And we were on our own, because in the middle of the sea, no one can hear you scream. But, let's go to the beginning, shall we. It all started…

"23 September, 2006!" the captain shouted, trying to beat the volume of the helicopter. "That is the date for all you who have hang-overs. The time is 02h00. We have been sent on a mission, to retrieve a couple of scientists from a boat", he continued shouting. "Sounds like fun, don't it?"

That's Captain Marcus Carter; hard-headed, loud and some-what of a drill sergeant. He is also the deadliest man with a gun. Our great leader has lead us to victory a great many times, though usually with his lead, we come back broken, bruised and dying of some kind of toxin. But hey, at least we come back. Which is more than I can say for most people.

"Hell no, Captain!" the other soldier shouted back.

That is second in command and hand-to-hand combat expert, Chris Green. He stood up as the helicopter was moving, but wasn't sturdy. I examined him. Man, was he muscular. Same as the captain he was talking to. They both had black hair and dark brown eyes. No facial hair or side burns. The only difference was the colour and facial structure. The captain was black and the Green was white. No other physical similarities could be found or any other physical problems, but I did know that Green had a nasty scar that started from his neck and went down to his lower back. How he got it, he won't tell. How he survived… I don't even want to know. I admired Green. Always calm, cool and very, very intimidating. Though, that kind of made me feel safer around him, like he was a protective shield. My God, that was so lame. Just forget I said that, okay? Anyway, among the two famous leaders were five more of us. But, among the seven, there was only one girl… me. My name is Julia Brooks.

"With all-due-respect sir," I said, the chopper still so loud that I couldn't here myself think. "I agree with Chris on this one. This mission is not worth our skills."

For those who would like to know, we were a special branch in the government that dealt with special cases. We were an elite team, which fought for the great government of the USA. Thank you, thank you.

Any, I began to examine the rest of the team. The blonde, blue-eyed man next to Chris was Logan Masters, a computer wiz and probably the smartest member of the team. Not as muscular or strong as Chris or Marcus, but he knew his way around battle. He's a very confident in his abilities, sometimes a little too confident it boarder lines on arrogance.

The forth member was Mike Egan. He has green eyes and brown hair, and probably the most attractive guy in the team. He is quite a tall guy too. Egan was the medic of the group. If it was injured, broken or burned he could heal it. He was a cocky one, but had a good heart.

The fifth was Nathan Hunter. He had blue-green eyes and light brown hair. He was well built and the teams weapons expert. Always joking around, lifting our spirits, making sure that when we're all about to succumb to a horrendous death, that we do it cheerfully. You know, the guy who helps through problems.

The sixth was Cole Carter. No, you aren't hearing wrong, he has the same last name as our leader. They're brothers. Very close, except in battle. Marcus Carter had no favourites. Like his brother, he was a specialist in sharp-shooting and all round good guy… to most people anyway. He has black hair and dark brown eyes. Ladies find him quite attractive - but not me. But, when it comes to me, let's just say I couldn't stand him. He is so arrogant and only cares about money and himself. Heartless jerk!

And finally, the last of this team was me, Julia Brooks. Let's just say I'm a sort of specialist when it comes to silent kills and getting information. I was also following in Chris' footsteps with hand-to-hand, but wasn't good enough to surpass him…yet. I was also chosen for the team because of my smarts and fast thinking. I have darkish blonde hair that reaches to my shoulders. I've been told I have beautiful blue eyes and I might not be the hottest thing on planet Earth, but I think I'm easy on the eyes. I also exercise to keep my good figure and I think have a nice personality…you know, until someone pisses me off and I have to break their arm in four places. Other than that, I'm a doll.

"Who cares what the mission is?" Cole said in his laid-back arrogant way. "As long as we get paid".

"Of course," I replied, getting agitated. "It's all about the money. The people who we save are just the bonus."

"I knew we could finally see eye to eye one day," he replied sarcastically. I just felt like hitting him. I couldn't stand him and he annoyed me every time he opened his mouth. It was impossible to be this much of an ass.

"Can you two get along just this once?" Nathan begged. It was true. Every mission we went on, me and the jack-ass got into some kind of argument

"Can all of you please shut up!" the captain screamed, "Now, where was I? The mission. I know it doesn't seem like a big mission, but if they want us to go, there must be something big going down on that ship".

"That's true," I agreed.

"You're such a suck up," Cole quickly said.

"What was that?" I replied, feeling my anger rising.

"Are you deaf?"

"One of these days I'm gonna…"

"Hey! Hey! Both of you need to lay off each other!" the captain screamed at us, as though he was our father or something. "One day you two are going to need each other, so I suggest you start liking each other. And if you can't do that, at least spare the rest of us by pretending to like each other!"

Need each other?! Me need him? That day will never come in a million and one years. I'd rather run around New York City butt naked screaming like a lunatic, than accept help from him.

From there, we all sat in silence as we crossed the night sky. The only light was from the moon. It seemed quiet and strangely peaceful, and the helicopter wasn't even bugging me any more. To be honest, I forgot about the sound for second. Everyone looked as though they were in their own world at that moment. The helicopter moved closer to the ship, which was finally in site. It was huge, like one of those cruise ships. I wish I was on a cruise ship, but that's what this line of work consists of. Waking up in the early hours of the morning, because some scientists were stuck on a boat and needed rescuing or fighting terrorists who plan to attack us. The boat had a big structure in the middle of it, which had three different stories, each with a surrounding balcony, with perfectly carved railings. Kind of fancy for a bunch of scientists, or maybe it's just me. But, enough about admiring the ship, it was time to get ready.

"You guys don't think the ship is the one in the rumor going around the agency?" Mike broke the silence.

"What?" Chris replied. "The one about the secret storage of the T-Virus and that parasite virus?"

"Yes, that one."

"Don't be ridiculous."

"I'm just saying, it could exist."

"And so could the Easter bunny," Cole said sarcastically, needing to have his two cent comment.

In case you're wondering, Mike was talking about the incident that occurred in Raccoon City, in 1998, when some kind of virus broke out and turned everyone into mindless, flesh hungry zombies. Turns out, the pharmaceutical company, known as Umbrella Corp. was behind the whole thing. The city was bombed and Umbrella was destroyed. Then six years later, Leon Kennedy, a survivor of the incident, was sent on a mission to retrieve the Presidents kidnapped daughter, and found the people who took her were being controlled by some parasite or the Las Plagas. Anyway, the rumor that was going around HQ was that Umbrella had come back and was developing the Virus and experimenting with the parasite in an unknown location. Many believed that it was stored on a boat of some sort, but I wasn't one of those people. Especially now. I mean, who would store a secret facility on a boat named StarBurst.

Finally, after waiting forever, we were informed the team that we'll be landing. We picked up our standard machine-guns. They weren't any ordinary guns. They were specially enhanced for combat. Powerful bullets. Lasers. Enhanced accuracy. It was small and light enough for easy movement. But, enough about guns. We came over the ship's deck and all quickly slid down the rope from the helicopter and landed on the wooden surfaced floor of the deck. I hated doing that. It always made me dizzy. Always. I turned and looked at the team. They were all ready. It was time for there mission. It was time to start my night of hell.

Thanx for reading. Please review and tell me what you think. Just to let me know how I'm doing.