Capcom owns the setting and characters and basically just Resident Evil in general. The only character of this story I lay claim to is Ryker Hadley.

Prologue

I woke up to the explosion. It was deafening, and the tentative nap I had attempted to take was cut short by the searing pain in my left arm. I rolled over to my right side and waited for the pain and deafness to elapse. My ears popped and the screaming hit them in full stride. It was chaos outside my cell. I opened my eyes to smoke and coughed. I hadn't realized how thick my lungs were starting to feel until I saw the hazy darkness of my surroundings. Dragging myself across the ground, I made my way over to the bars that were once the door of my cell. I pulled myself up and took as deep a breath as I was able to. I didn't know what was going on, and I didn't care. Only one though consumed my mind: I had to escape.

Chapter 1

I ran outside to bloody chaos. Bodies littered the ground and wild shots were being fired from all directions. It seemed the security of Rockfort Prison had a breaking point. I ran around the corner of the next building and tried to decide on a plan of action. Moans interrupted my thoughts and I turned around in shear horror. No. It was a zombie- same as the ones from Raccoon City. The virus had to of been unleashed here. It was the only explanation I could come up with. The reasons for an attack on the prison were nonexistent, and my confusion only worsened as I tried to understand the circumstances for the Hell raging around me. The zombie was still coming, and since I didn't have a weapon, I figured I would have to be creative. I jumped onto the railing of the building behind me and used the force and weight of my body to push off of the wood. Bringing my leg around, I executed a jump turning kick to the zombie's skull. I felt my foot sink into decaying flesh, and I had to hold back vomit as I landed on my feet. Years of martial arts had conditioned my body to become a weapon in its own right- something that was both a blessing and a curse.

I continued to walk the perimeter of the prison, hoping to meet up with another living person. Most of the former prisoners or guards were dead, though some had turned into zombies. Luckily they were slow, allowing me to dodge around them. Running was something I enjoyed when they let the prisoners out for "outside exercise time." It kept my body in top shape, something that was paying of now. I looked over at a dead guard and resisted the urge to smack my head. Of course the security would be carrying guns! I felt like an idiot for not thinking about it before. I took a handgun and as much ammo as I could find. Keeping the gun trained on the ground, I ran through the rain. It had started to pour as I looked for weapons. I had just rounded the corner near the main entrance when machine gun fire opened up on me. I ducked behind a doorway for cover and aimed for whoever was shooting. After I fired two shots, the machine gun fire stopped and I heard a frustrated yell. I ran around the gun complex to the stairs and waited for the person to walk outside. The doors swung open and a teenage boy ran out of the building yelling, "Don't shoot! I'm not one of them!" I smiled at the slight Canadian lilt in his voice and gave him a once over. It was obvious that he was harmless, and I took my time admiring his lanky but muscular frame. His auburn hair hung into his eyes, but I could just make out their frightened gray color. It was obvious that he was scared, but he seemed to be doing his best to stay strong. I wasn't sure if he had encountered any of the zombies, but I was sure that they were enough to freak anyone out. I waited until his back was turned to me to step out from my hiding spot.

"Don't move." I had my gun pressed into the back of his head and my mouth by his ear. I felt him stiffen and sighed. It wasn't my intention to make an enemy out him. After all, I was just looking for someone to watch my back and help me escape. His appearance couldn't have come at a better time. "Sorry, you- you can turn around." He slowly turned with his hands still up in the air.

"So you changed your mind about shooting me, huh?" He smiled, "Damn girl, you scared me."

I rolled my eyes. He obviously wasn't aware of the seriousness of the situation we were in. "My name's Ryker. Ryker Hadley."

"Steve Burnside. Pleased to meet you beautiful." He held out his hand, still smiling.

I looked down out his outstretched hand but didn't shake it like he wanted. I wasn't used to friendliness. In fact, it had been a long time since I encountered any smiling face. "I know. I remember hearing about you and your dad. I know your entire story Steve." It was true. Guards like to talk, and they were my only window to the world outside my cell.

"Jeez." He rubbed the back of his neck and looked down at the ground. "You been stalking me or something?" He sounded angry, and I figured his father and the entire reason for their capture was sensitive.

"When you've been here as long as me, you hear things and take notice. Listening to the guards' gossip is about the only thing there was to do around here."

"So if you've been here so long...what did you do to land yourself in a place like this?"

"Forget about it and don't ask again." I turned to walk away from him. I could go on by myself. My capture was something I was still trying to forget, though it was nobody's fault but my own.

"Hey!" He jogged up beside me. "You know everything about me. Isn't it fair?"

"No." We walked in silence to the main gates of the prison. "Stop," I said. Steve stopped and looked around.

"Why? What-"

"Shut up. I hear something."

We both turned our heads and listened through the pouring rain for the yelling that was coming from the building to our left. I motioned for Steve to follow me and we ran to the door. Each of us stood on either side of the door with our guns ready. We slammed it open and barged in ready to fire.

"You did this! I read your file. You bring viruses with you everywhere you go!"

"Please, no! Listen to me! We need to find a way out of here. I'm not the enemy!"

A guard was positioned over a teenage girl with his knife to her throat. Though she seemed to be holding his hand back, the guard was obviously crazed by the events raging outside. She couldn't hold him back forever.

Steve tried his best to be heroic. I could tell he thought the girl was cute, and though she was pretty, she was also soft. It was a trait I found to mean nothing more than a liability. I hoped Steve and this girl would help each other and leave me to find a way out alone. I had been looking for survivors earlier, but I was tired of the partner work. "Stop right there. You need to-"

I fired my gun into the forhead of the guard causing blood and brain matter to splatter onto the wall behind him. Steve looked at me shocked, but I only shrugged. "He was crazed. It was only a matter of time before he became one of them. Are you okay?" I turned to the girl who wore the same shocked expression as Steve.

"Yes. I think so at least. Thank you. My name's Rebecca. Rebecca Chambers, although what good are last names going to do in a situation like this." She gave a weak laugh.

"I'm Ryker and this is Steve. I'm taking it you were a prisoner?"

"Yeah."

Steve turned to me incredulous. "You didn't know about Rebecca Chambers? I'm shocked. No. Really, I'm shocked."

I ignored his sarcasm and continued to question Rebecca. "So you've dealt with this kind of viral outbreak before?"

She looked surprised, "How did you know it was viral?"

I ignored her question, "I take that as a yes. Listen, we need to find a way out of here. The main gate has some sort of lock mechanism on it that looks like it needs a key. You and Steve should head out together to look for it. I'll go by myself."

Steve looked at me, "How did you see it was locked? We came in here before we got to the door."

"It pays to look at your surroundings Steve. Let's go." Rebecca and Steve stood still, so I decided to head out the door on my own. They would eventually team up to look for the key. It was the most efficient plan of action.

I ran back into the heart of the prison past groups of zombies. It was lucky for all of us that they were slow, otherwise a lot of ammo would be gone. I ran into different buildings trying my luck in searching for the key but to no avail. I had no clue where it could have been. I walked back to the main gate. If Steve and Rebecca had any luck with finding the key, they would be there.

Suddenly, I felt a hard kick to the base of my neck and I fell to the ground. "Dammit!" I yelled. I let my guard down when I should have known better. My vision was blurring, and I was struggling to hold onto consciousness. A muscular figure leaned down and brushed my hair out of my face, "Sorry sweetheart, but we can't be sure if you're one of them."

"One of who?" I croaked. I was surprised I hadn't blackened out.

"Billy, we need to take her back with us. If she is part of the Third Organization, she might have answers." I could just make out a blurb behind "Billy." It must have belonged to the man that was talking.

"Yeah, and if she isn't then she's just another innocent mixed up in Umbrella's shit." I gave a sigh before passing out. I could only hope that they weren't psychos and would take me back to wherever their safe house was.

Wow so I've had this saved on my computer for a while now. It just took me a bit to put it up on the site. Reviews are very welcome! But please only constructive ones, no flamers! I'm sure you guys can tell that this is definitely non cannon. None of the characters know each other...yet. But that just makes for more fun! Also, if you guys have any suggestions of what you would like to see happen, just leave it in a review or message me. I am very open to your thoughts, opinions, and ideas! Hmmm...Oh, and of course, please tell me what you think of Ryker. She's my very own creation, so I'd love to see how people respond to her. Thanks for reading and please review!