Disclaimer: I do not own resident evil that would be capcom so don't sue me ok. I do not even own this story it was written by my friend Davy Rowe just so you know.

Chapter 1: Introduction

It was almost time to punch out of work, everyone's favorite time of day. 'Another day, another dollar.' they would all say, although what everyone earned was more than a pretty penny. Scientists for Umbrella were paid greatly for their work. Everyone watched at the clock struck 4:00 A.M., and they all left, except for one. He was a tall, rather young man, wearing one of the long lab coats, white button shirt, and brown pants that everyone had to wear. He had short, very dark brown hair, thin mustache, and thin frame glasses. He also wore a silver plated watch and a necklace with a cross on it. He sat there, typing on his computer, trying to finish one final equation.

"Boo!" shouted someone as they jumped in the doorway. The man sitting in front of the computer almost fell backwards.

"Simon, I told you to quit doing that, if I mess up a single part of this, it could kill us all!' shouted the man at the computer, but he grinned a second later. "So, how have you been?"

"It's been tough, man. Luckily, the all of people over at the Europe lab knew who I was. However, your reputation precedes you more so than mine. They all asked me if I worked with Walter Bishop, to which I said yes. They're all amazed at the kind of work you're doing. They think that if you keep up the good work, you'll replace even Birkin." Simon chuckled.

It has been ages since Walter saw his old friend, Simon Gilroy. He was about half a foot shorter than Walter, with brown, messy hair. What made him easy to tell from everyone else was his unique eye color, other than his 'hippie mullet', as his friends called it. The same thing separated Walter from others, but his eyes were a dark stone color. Simon, on the other hand, had a strange, purple color. It wasn't a dark purple, it was about as close to blue as it could be while still being called purple. Both were top scientists of Umbrella, proving their worth during the G-Virus development. Simon created a mutagenic substance that increased muscle growth, and Walter made the mutagen for continuous mutation. Alone, neither of these substances were worth much, but Birkin managed to combine them with a virus from a test subject, and created the G-Virus. He gained all the credit at first, although he gave some credit a little later on. It wasn't so much the virus itself, it was that he made it the way he did. He mixed a virus with two prototype mutagens, and created a new, stable virus.

"Anyways, I'd better get going, my wife's waiting on me." Simon said while leaving and waving. Walter had to go back to his apartment soon too; his girlfriend was probably getting worried. He finished his equation, printed out his work, put it in his folder, and turned off the lights. He stepped into the hallway, and looked around at the lab he had worked at for five years. They never grew on him, and they always gave him the creeps. Cold metal slab over cold metal slab, sliding doors, and the corridor intersection where the main fuse was at always bothered him. The lab was built deep underground, and was completed around the time he joined up with Umbrella. Walter was twenty then, and Simon was twenty three. Both graduated high school at the top of their class, both majoring in science classes. They both went to college in Bio-Genetic Engineering, and once again, both graduated at the top of their classes, Simon a year ahead of everyone else, and Walter two years. It had been only about two years since he joined up with Umbrella, and he was now twenty-three.

Clank… clank… clank… Walter stopped in the three way corridor and waited to see who was there. He saw a man about Simon's height, with medium length blonde-brown hair, wearing a medium-length lab coat, white shirt with a red tie, and blue jeans, and he was walking while scribbling on a notepad.

"Oh, sorry sir, I didn't know it was you. I had thought that I was the last one here." said Walter, who put his hands in his pockets.

"No, I'm still here. So is Annette. We left Sherry with Mr. Irons, as usual. How is your work coming along, Mr. Bishop?" asked the man, who was still writing on his notepad.

"It's almost finished, Mr. Birkin. When it's completed, you'll make the Umbrella U.S.A. Raccoon Facility more famous than even the Ashford family base. You must be excited, soon you will be known as William Birkin, Umbrella Corporation Vice President. Heck, I know I'd be happy just being where you are now." Walter stated, while leaning against a wall.

"Yes, all of my hard work will finally be rewarded. I owe some of that to you, though.' Birkin said while grinning.

"So… how are Annette and Sherry doing? Isn't Sherry almost 13 now?" Walter asked, while looking through his folder.

"Both are doing fine. Annette's been a big help on the completion of the G-Virus. You know how much that means to me. And Sherry's been a good daughter; I only wish I could spend more time with her. I think she understands, she's a bright little girl. Also, don't spread this around…" William then looked around, and came closer to Walter, and began to whisper "…I think Umbrella will be sending their team in after the G-Virus soon. Mr. Irons said he found someone in the sewers a few days ago. Be sure to carry your gun with you at all times. Anyways, I had better get going. See you later, Walter." Birkin then went back to walking and writing.

Walter then headed down the white-lit walkway, heading towards the elevator. He always hated this corridor, because the walkways were above what looked like an endless abyss. Even though there were rails, because of his height, if he got knocked against one, he would fall right over. He always knew which walkway went where: White went to the Tram Platform and the elevator that people used to get to the city. Red led to the with the G-Vaccine Base Generator where he worked, along with the G- Development room, and the Freeze Lab, as everyone called it. Blue led to the stairs to Basement 5, and rooms for the scientists to sleep in. Walter never used that room though; he always told himself he pays apartment rent, so he's going to use that apartment.

When he entered the elevator room, he saw someone walk out of the rest room, which was rather close to the elevator. It was a woman, around 5' 7", with medium length blonde hair, and thinly built. She was wearing a lab coat the same length as William's, with a black, tucked in shirt, and brown pants. She was busy looking through a folder marked 'G-Virus Research & Development'. Walter knew who it was, and decided to talk to her.

"Hello Annette." Walter said cheerfully. Annette looked up, and brushed her bangs to one side with her hand.

"Oh, hello Walter. Have you run into William today?" Annette asked.

"Yeah, I ran into him just a little while ago. I think he was heading to the G-Development Room. After all, he is conducting experiments on the prototype Tyrant. I'm amazed at the progress, as I told him; soon he might just have the title of William Birkin, Umbrella Corporation Vice President. You must be proud." Walter said, while looking around the room.

"Yes, I'm very proud of him. Everyone around here is. It was because of him that this laboratory was built. We're also proud of you and Simon, not many people can understand William's work. Not even Wesker could keep up after a while." Annette said boastfully.

"So, how is Sherry doing?"

"Sherry's doing great. She's such a wonderful girl, I'm as proud of her as I am William. You know, you should get married to your girlfriend, and have a kid. They're a little troublesome at first, but you will be so happy once they're around ten years old, they start developing their skills." Annette said, while looking at a recent family picture. Sherry looked like a miniature version of Annette; she had blonde hair, usually wore a shirt like a sailor's shirt, and blue jean shorts. She also wore a necklace with a large pendant, which a few people knew a secret about it.

"Well, it was nice talking, Annette, but I had better go. Need to get my sleep." said Walter, who yawned most of it.

"Walter, you should bring your gun tomorrow. I have a bad feeling…" Annette said while looking around.

"I will. See you later." Walter said while walking towards the elevator.

A few seconds later, the elevator door opened, leading straight into the Umbrella Building, which also had the labs where Walter used to work. He waved to the few people he saw while walking towards the door. He looked around the building. Smooth, marble walls, glasses marble floors, and glass roofing. He then stepped out the wide glass doors, into a hustling, bustling city. Even at 4:30 A.M., it was still busy. He looked around, and quickly ran across the street to the apartment complex. He walked in the door, and started walking up the stairwell. He reached the second floor, and walked into the hall. He walked through the plain grey hall until he reached room 205, his apartment. He then pulled out his key, and unlocked the door.

"Honey, I'm h-" before Walter could finish, his girlfriend had already latched onto him.

"Walter! Welcome back!" said his girlfriend, while grinning and giggling. His girlfriend was short in comparison to Walter; he was around 6'3, while she was 5' 5". She had long, blonde hair, which she usually kept tied in a ponytail at the back of her neck, her bangs were long and brushed to the side. She was thin framed, and usually wore shorts, and a cut-off shirt. She also had the most beautiful eyes Walter had ever seen, he said they looked like mirror-polished aquamarines. "How was your day?" she asked, smiling.

"Heh… a little late to call it a day, but it went well. We should be finished with the G-Virus project soon, and begin development of a new virus. Did you have a good night, Crystal?" Walter asked, while rubbing the back of Crystals head. She looked up at him and smiled.

"It was great. We got a custom order, and it calls for a part that only Umbrella makes. Think you can get it for me?" she asked while making her eyes look watery. That was one thing Walter couldn't stand; when she gave him the puppy dog eyes.

"Yes, I'll get it for you Crystal." He said, while moving his forehead back and forth against hers, and then giving her a kiss. One of the reasons he liked her besides her looks and personality was her interests: She was as interested in firearms as he was. The two actually met at a shooting range about a year ago. He walked in to practice with his handgun, when he saw her trying to shoot a Desert Eagle. He immediately took notice of her; he still says to this day that he's never seen a girl as beautiful as her. After she took aim, she pulled the trigger, and the kickback sent her to the ground with a squeal. He ran over, helped her up, and asked her if she was okay. He then asked if he could try out the gun, and took aim with one hand. When he fired, his arm barely moved, the only movement was his shoulder moving backwards. He said that it was much more powerful than a normal Desert Eagle, and asked her where she got it. When she told him that she had custom made it, he was even more interested in her. He asked her out to dinner, and they began dating afterwards. Both of them had great knowledge in firearms, and when she moved in with him, they began to custom make guns. Every gun he owned was either custom made, or improved, either of which done by Crystal.

"Are you hungry, Walter" she asked, while walking towards the kitchen.

"No thanks, but I'll fix myself food, you need to get to sleep. I can tell you were up all night." Walter said, following her into the kitchen.

"Okay… anything happen at work?" she said while grinning.

"No… not yet, anyways… Birkin thinks something's about to go down… he told me to bring my gun tomorrow, just in case. Oh, speaking of which, would you help me clean up my guns? I think I'll take the handgun, and the special gun." Walter said, while looking through the fridge. Suddenly, Crystal put a plate with a fresh hamburger and fries on it in front of his face. He looked at her, smiled, kissed her, and began eating the burger. He went to the table, sat down, and she sat in the same chair and started hugging him. He hugged back, and continued eating. When he was done, he put his plate in the dishwasher, and they both went into the guest bedroom. It wasn't really the guest bedroom, at least not for them. They used this as their weapon room. On the table were parts for a handgun, and there were large, glass gun safes. Each safe was color coded, which they set a system up for. For the type of gun, they used a code involving the precious metals" Copper, Bronze, Silver, Gold, and Platinum. Copper was the Handgun group, Bronze was Shotgun, Silver was Rifle, Gold was Automatic weapons, and Platinum was for either rares or explosives. They were then broken down farther, into caliber, coded with gemstones: Sapphire was for handgun calibers, Emerald was for magnums, Ruby for rifle calibers, Diamond for shotgun shells, and Aquamarine was for unique. They had one weapon for each group, which was a lot of weapons. Walter walked over to the Copper case, and opened the Ruby shelf. Inside was a very large handgun, even larger than a Desert Eagle. It had a blue-tinted silver barrel, a rubber grip, and a unique magazine position; instead of being in the handle, it was under the barrel, located in front of the trigger guard. The barrel itself was 8' long, and the magazine was long enough to act as a handle. It had to be, because this custom gun shot .50 BMG Rifle Bullets. It also had a scope and a laser sight. Walter was amazed at the job Crystal did, even after seeing the gun over fifty times.

"This gun's awesome; I still can't believe you found a way to make it this good. Heckler and Koch have nothing on your skills." Walter said, while looking at Crystal, who was blushing and wrapping her bangs around her finger.

Walter set the handgun, which was labeled as W.B. .50 BMG Custom, on the table, and walked over to the Platinum case. He opened the Aquamarine shelf, and stared at what was inside. It was the strangest looking gun he'd ever seen, but it was still cool. The barrel was large enough to fit an apple in. The gun itself looked kind of like a shotgun, except the barrel was much larger. It also had a box magazine, located in the same place as the W.B. Customs magazine. This magazine was much larger, though. It was about 10' long, and it was about 4' wide. The stock was a pistol handle, but it also had a metal plate that wrapped around the bottom of his arm in a half-circle, and also acted as a stock. Walter then pulled out the ammo boxes, and looked inside. Instead of large bullets, the ammo looked like darts with a light on the back.

"Umbrella's custom weapon, the Mine Thrower. Uses 3 ½' darts filled with high explosive powder, which stick to the target's skin until five seconds have passed, and it explodes. Only high-level employees have access to this, and even fewer can use it skillfully." Walter said proudly, while looking at the darts.

"That was tough to customize, Umbrella really knew what they were doing. I did, however, manage to coat the darts in a material that enhances explosions, and I added a laser sight. Oh, and I made you a gift for your birthday. Bet you thought I forgot, didn't you?" Crystal giggled.

She then ran over to a closet, and opened it. Inside was a SWAT style vest, with a side holster for the handgun, a strap for the Mine Thrower, and separate ammo holders for the ammo, along with five bands on each shoulder that held five of each ammo. He could carry a total of forty mine darts, and around fifty .50 BMG rounds. He ran up and hugged Crystal, and then kissed her.

"It's amazing. I can tell that you made it." He said while grinning.

"Thanks, I thought you might need it for something, so I decided to make it for you. It's pretty strong, it's layered with Kevlar." She giggled.

"Thank you, I'll be sure to use it tomorrow." He then began to yawn. "Well, it's time to go to sleep. Are you coming to bed?" Walter asked, while walking towards the bathroom.

"Yeah, in a minute." Crystal replied.

Walter then went into the bathroom, brushed his teeth, and put on his night clothes. When he came out of the bathroom, Crystal was already in bed in her white nightgown. Walter walked up beside of her, kissed her, said goodnight, and got in bed. He then wondered what the next day would hold in store for him… little did he know that what would happen would lead to the destruction of Raccoon City…