This is an idea I've had for about a year now. It was originally pitched to another author, Librius, but I didn't put as much background into Damien like I wanted to. If you've ever read the Enduring the Evil series you would recognize the name, if not give it a try, it's a good read and made by a good writer.

A problem was with my summary. I made it seem like this was mainly about a man surviving a outbreak before Raccoon city. There are two different stories in the plot, one about the outbreak, and the other is about Damien recounting what happened and discussing it with Adam and others while referencing about what happened to him on Rockfort Island and how the outbreak he endured helped to forever alter his life and existence as a human being.

Inspiration for the story and some of its scenes and characters are from The Walking Dead, Arrow, The Originals, The Walking Dead Survival Instinct, Dead Island Riptide, Dead space 2, Lock-out, the Jeepers Creepers films, and Teen Wolf.

Prologue

Military Bunker somewhere in the United State

Interrogation room

January 1st, 1999

Damien was sitting on a chair in the interrogation room, his hands tightly restrained behind the chair, and waited at one end of a table. For most of the days he had been in this rat hole of a jail, Damien rarely heard or saw anything, and coming in did not yield any answers for him. He knew it was not a foreign prison, he was back in the United States; he knew that for sure. Where? He was not entirely certain.

After escaping Rockfort Island prison and Antarctica, Damien was flown from military base to military base by a helicopter, in a Bell UH-1 Iroquois. There was hardly much for him to see on the way in, on account of the soldiers blocking most of the windows. As far as Damien was able to glance from his own, it was inland. It was either D.C. or Roswell, New Mexico. He was really hoping it was D.C. cause being sent to the same place they lock up the E.T.'s was not his idea of a dream vacation.

"Don't suppose it's too much to ask you boys for a pitch of water, or a glass of milk maybe?" He joked while looking over to one of the military men guarding him. They would never respond to any of his attempts to make them say anything. After being dumped in the room, and cuffed to this chair, Damien always had these two guards looking over him like a hawk or guard dog. He took a careful look at their uniforms, they were definitely U.S. military; probably Army, definitely not Navy or Marines. Possibly MP's. His brothers always showed him uniforms of the various military branches, and they wore no logo or indicators to who they belonged to.

The only silver lining to this situation was being out of his old prison garments. Somehow they got their hands on his old clothes, from before Umbrella locked him up, and he was given those to wear before they took his prison clothes. Thankfully he was the same size he was two years ago: 5 feet and 6 inches.

Looking over to the one-way window, where he believed his soon interrogator was waiting, Damien yelled "HEY! ARE YOU GOANNA COME IN HERE OR WHAT!? I HAVEN'T GOT ALL DAY!"

He could see his own reflection once he finished yelling; grey eyes looking back at him. His dark brown hair was still short-cut, it was close-cropped; grown past buzz-cut but not too long yet. His face, covered in thick facial stubbles. Now he was wearing a pair of worn down blue jeans, short-sleeved shirt, and hiking boots.

Angry as hell with the conditions of his circumstances, it was sufficed to say he was in the worst mood he has ever been in his entire life, and he just wanted to be done with this. If it meant dying, he was game, as long as it was ended soon. Claire was god-only-knows where with her brother; his close-friend Steve was dead; and he had no idea where the rest of his friends were. Steve…Damien couldn't stop thinking about him. How he failed him, how he died, and how he felt as dead on the inside as Steve surely was. Escaping through two hell holes only to end up in a third, and some of his friends were dead. After surviving all that pain and death, he had hoped to know some resemblance of a normal life, however it did not occur as he hoped; such as life always does.

Finally the only door into the room opened up, and a man was standing in the doorway. He was older than most of the men here, and could have been their elder leader or maybe patriarch, and wore a suit and tie. He was no company man, no CIA or NSA, but definitely involved with the government; he could have passed for one though. Damien disliked him the moment he walked in.

"Hello, Snow." He did not give idea or credentials, only a name. "I'll spare you the time with names, I'm Adam Benford. We need to have a little chat." He was accompanied by another military type; a very strong and muscular.

Looking over at Adam's chauffer and back, Damien could tell this man in a monkey suit was not some clown sent in to talk with him. There was not much to do but ask "Why am I here, other than the usual loneliness and suffering part."

Adam offers him a cigarette, but Damien nods a no. "I don't smoke." Shrugging his head, Adam puts the cigarettes away, and scoffs "Your pass." It didn't stop him from toying with a lighter that Damien recognized all too well.

"As for why you're here, Snow. I have no idea to be honest."

Aside from the lighter, Adam had another item with him; a file with Damien's name on it. He soon opened it up as he speaks "You have quite the interesting background Mr. Damien Hale Snow. Born on March 15, in 1978 in Tall Oaks, New England; your the bastard son of an unfaithful mother and a unknown male. What I find even stranger about you, is that before your disappearance you were a college student of the Ivy University, majoring on the occult, and becoming an expert in folklore, despite the fact you come from a family of soldiers, well your more like the bastard step-son in the family of soldiers; Your step-father, Michael Vincent was a marine, so was your step-grandfather and your real grandfather. You have four older half-brothers: the late James H. Vincent, a disgraced ex-marine, who served in operation desert storm; Specialist Alec H. Vincent, a infantrymen in the Army Rangers; Lieutenant Oliver H. Vincent, a Navy Seal of five years; and of course your oldest brother Lieutenant Commander Jon H. Vincent, a Delta Force operative of ten years. Your step-uncle was a Navy Seal also, if I'm not mistaken."

"Yeah he was; political scumbags like yourself sent him to get shot at in Vietnam. Then when that didn't do him in, you helped him get cancer with that gas of yours; nearly killed him too. Hope your not sore about it" Damien replied. He still hated the government for putting his uncle through all that hell. Then of course he had to watch his uncle nearly die fighting through the cancer. Tom may not be his real uncle, but he treated Damien like he was, and Damien loved him for it.

"Whatever your here to talk about, just spill it. I'm not here to make idle chitchat about my family or how legitimate my relation to them is." Damien said, before taking a punch to the jaw for talking badly to Adam. He could hear Adam chastising the person who punched him, but could not hear the name.

"I must apologize for my compatriot here. He tends to get excited doing interrogations; and your right, we're not here to talk about your family. I would like to say, my family understands the sacrifices your family has made over the years." Adam apologized to the beaten young man.

"What, you saying you served?" Damien asked. Adam nodded his head, and responded "I did, same as your brothers, when I was a younger man than I am now; but that was long before all of this started."

Damien did his best to show some restraint after hearing that. He may not have loved the family he was born into, more or less, but he was raised to respect a soldier and by god and the devil themselves he was going to follow through with it.

Looking at the file again, Adam says "You've survived quite the ordeal; two outbreak in the past weeks, and still only twenty. The fact you've lasted so long surprises me. It's almost as if you had experience with this kind of thing." When he finished the kind tone in Adam's voice faded from sight. "Tell me something, Snow; what do you about what happened to a small bayou town named Brimstone on October 31 in 1996?"

If there was a part of Damien willing to show Adam any respect, it was gone because of those words he received. He simply gave a frown before saying "Fuck you!"

Then the man with Adam gave Damien a quick punch to the jaw, again. Damien was fairly pissed at that point, and wanting nothing more than to beat both men to death, however was forced to take it. For now he was immobile, unable to move and forced to stay put.

Adam got smug before saying "Now, Snow. I understand you barely know me, but you should really consider your options before saying anything; I can make things go along smoother and I can also make it feel like a living hell. All I need is for you to tell me what I need to know."

"Well in that case," Damien said before he once again frowned and this time he spits at Adam. Following up, he says "Kiss my ass, company man."

Damien took another punch to the face. A few more followed for each smart-ass comment he gave to Adam, and then some. He did not want to talk about what they wanted; they had no right to ask him. The Government was aware of what Umbrella was doing, and still did nothing to stop them.

"I don't like hurting you, Snow!" Adam said from across the table.

If Damien didn't know any better, he would have thought this was his idea of playing the empathy card. He still found it a hard pill to swallow. After pulling back up from the punch and looking across at Adam, Damien motioned his head at the man beating him, and he asks sarcastically "Really, is that why you're having him do it for you?"

Adam made a disappointed face. "I could have Rupert bludgeon you all day and night; I just don't see the point." Then he gets up from his seat "The others said you would be more reasonable than this, how disappointing."

"I'm being beaten to death by a idiot grunt named Rupert?" Damien asked before sniggering. Then he was breaking out in a laugh as Rupert came up to deliver another blow to the face.

"Others?" Damien repeated one small part of the statement, while recovering from the hit, then asks when his head is back up "You mean my friends?"

Adam believed that had calmed Damien down some, and he took back his seat at the table. Now speaking in an even more serious tone, Adam says "From what little my people have collected on Umbrella, we now know that Raccoon city was not the first Biohazard sight; it was just another place where the T-virus broke out."

Damien knew what he was talking about, he knew the second the date was mentioned, and still did not want to talk about it. However the possibility that one of his friends could have negotiated his release in exchange for this information, it was too good of a chance to pass up, if it really happened.

"You want to know about Brimstone?" Damien asked the man. "Why should I tell you anything? You people spent the past two years lying about what happened there."

He definitely considered talking about it, but once again, he was wondering why he should even bother talking at all. After all these were the people who spent the better part of two years covering up what happened in Brimstone, and now they wanted him to spill the beans about what he knew. For all he knew they could be pooling a fast one and trying to deal with any remaining lose ends now that the world is asking about Raccoon City.

"I acknowledge our actions caused many tragedies. I understand why you must hate your own country right-now. Any information you can give could help us in persecuting Umbrella one day."

It was doubtful that Adam regretted the actions the government took with umbrella, but he was sincere about making them pay. More than that, dam knew what Damien wanted most, Freedom. That was his desire, and he wanted it more than anything. Adam was more than prepared to offer it, but only if what Damien offered was just as good. "Tell me what you have, and you could be a free man. When you're done you can leave; no strings attached."

Damien was so surprised to hear what he wanted being offered on a silver platter, and was soon willing to take the risk, only after asking in return "Why do you even care about it now? You people spent two years lying about it."

"We want to know how involved Umbrella was in the operation. From what we understand, your older brother was one of the men on the ground, and you witnessed some of their activities."

With that in mind Damien agreed to tell them what he knew. He was still pretty resentful about them covering up the truth, but willing to talk all the same, seeing as how it was his only assured ticket at freedom and to resume his normal life.

"Fine," he said reluctantly. "One day I was dragged in for a check-up with Dr. Clarke, and that's when things began for me..."