This is an idea that I've had for a little while: a Resident Evil parody starring the cast of Total Drama.

This fanfiction is an alternate version of Total Drama Drama Drama Drama Island, and a much deadlier version at that.

And now I leave you with this:

When you're in a dark and windowless room, and all you can hear is your own heartbeat…

…how do you know you're the only one there?

-X-

Summer of 2008.

Ten years after the mansion.

Ten years after Raccoon City.

Ten years after Rockfort Island.

Five years after Umbrella's downfall.

A new nightmare begins…

-X-

AUGUST 29, 2008.

9:00 A.M.

MUSKOKA, ONTARIO, CANADA

PLAYA DES LOSERS ISLAND RESORT

-X-

"Congratulations again, Owen, on your outstanding victory!"

Most of the twenty-two campers in the pool area cheered after Chris Maclean's congratulatory statement. Once the cheering subsided, Owen spoke up.

"Thanks, Chris! Man! This is totally AWESOME!!" The big lug then trapped the poor television host in a tight bearhug.

"…Let…go…of…me…"

Owen obeyed, and Chris fell to the ground, earning chuckles from many of the former contestants of Chris's brutal reality show, Total Drama Island.

Chris stood up and brushed himself off. "…As I was saying, congratulations on winning the one hundred grand, Owen. However, I think you can do… better…"

Everyone's ears perked up at this.

"In fact, you ALL have a chance to redeem yourselves and win a grand total of… one million dollars!"

"…Huh?" Owen managed to mumble. Everyone else was too shocked to speak.

"So how about it, buddy?" Chris egged on, an evil smirk on his face. "Care to give up that one hundred grand for a chance at a million?"

Owen, as well as everyone else, was silent. But seconds later, Gwen asked a question that was on many ex-campers' minds. "What's the catch?"

"No catch," Chris admitted. "See, while snooping around the deep woods of Wawanakwa with our cameras, Chef and I found an old, abandoned, run-down research facility underground, accessible by one of the bear caves. We sent a few of our interns down there to set up a few challenges for you. Your mission will be to complete these challenges and find a room with the briefcase filled with one million dollars. Savvy?"

"Whoa… AWESOME!!" Owen shouted gleefully. "I'm in!"

"Well, I'm not," Gwen was quick to argue, and many had agreed with her. "I'm not going on some wild goose chase for your sick, twisted pleasure."

"…Alright," Chris finally admitted defeat… or so they thought… "Then I guess you won't have any complaints as Owen wins the easiest million dollars in TV history…"

Silence fell on the ex-campers once again.

Trent broke it. "Well, what's one more day, huh? One more challenge? I'm in."

"…Okay, fine," Gwen conceded, but only because she wanted to be with Trent, and soon, everyone else agreed to the contest.

"Good, good," Chris clapped his hands together. "Alright, let's start this show! I'll lead you guys to the cave and split you into groups. From there on in, you're on your own. However," his grin widened, "only one person in your group will win the money. That means that someone in your group is going to have to do a little backstabbing. Think you can choose money over friends?"

No one dared to answer that question…

-X-

9:45 A.M.

WAWANAKWA ISLAND

BEAR CAVE ENTRANCE

-X-

"Alright, here are your groups," Chris began as they entered the cave. "Team One is Owen, DJ, Lindsay, Beth, and Tyler."

"Oh, wow!" Lindsay cheered, hugging Beth. "I'm on the same team as my new BFF!"

Tyler stood silently for a few seconds before clearing his throat, getting Lindsay's attention.

"…Oh, hi! …Who are you?"

"Team Two," Chris continued, "is Gwen, Trent, Izzy, Noah, and Cody."

"What?" Gwen groaned, realizing that Leshawna was not on her team. Cody, on the other hand, assumed her reaction was due to him being on her team, and his face fell. Noah must have noticed this, as he began to pat Cody on the back, earning catcalls from Izzy.

"Team Three… is Leshawna, Harold, Katie, Sadie, Ezekiel, and Heather, which makes Team Four Eva, Justin, Courtney, Duncan, Geoff, and Bridgette. Got it?"

"Hold up!" Leshawna argued. "I'm on Queenie's team?!"

"That's right!" Heather retorted. "It's MY team, and MY rules, got it?"

"OOH!"

Chris cackled. "Oh… this will be fun…"

-X-

"Alright, listen up, maggots!" Chef spoke up. "This stairway leads to the facility. Cameras are set up all over the daggum place, and Chris and I will be monitoring your every move, every breath, every gas attack," he eyed Owen, "and the like." He stepped out of the way. "Proceed, maggots!"

The ex-campers did not hesitate to leave Chef's presence.

Once all four teams had managed to make their way down the steps, they stumbled upon a large door built into the cave wall. On it was a large octagon-like symbol, though the sides were slightly concave. The "octagon" was made up of eight almost-triangular shapes alternating red and white. The "triangles" all pointed to a vacant circular center, completing the design.

Harold studied the symbol. "...I've seen this before..."

"Ooh! Ooh! I know that decoration!" Lindsay exclaimed, pointing at the symbol. "I saw it all the time back when I started shopping for chapstick! That was on all these cosmetics from some company... Umbrella, I think..."

Harold's eyes widened behind his glasses. "...You mean..." He looked at the logo again and shuddered. "THAT'S where I know this from! This is the Umbrella Corpration's symbol!"

"The... what?" Noah inquired.

Harold began to explain. "Ten years ago, in the United States, something bad happened, involving a corporation known as Umbrella Chemical, Inc. An outbreak of some deadly virus killed nearly everyone in a city, then reanimated them into zombies. The whole city had to be nuked!"

Heather rolled her eyes. "Zombies? As if! What do you take us for?"

"IDIOTS!!"

"Hey!"

"Come on, dude," Trent spoke up. "That's a little... farfetched, don't ya think?"

"Tell that to the people who lost their lives because of this damn corporation. Count me out!" With that, Harold left his team behind as he treaded up the stairs.

"Fine!" Heather shouted back up at him. "Less people to go through for MY one million dollars!"

Leshawna rolled her eyes. "I hope the zombies love to eat prom queens..."

"Oh, please!" Heather scoffed. "Don't tell me you believe this bullshit. Now, come on! Let's get this over with."

And with that, the four teams, minus Harold, went inside...

But unfortunately for them, some of them will never leave...