Okay… here I go, again. This is sort of an updated version of one my stories, The Revival. Somewhat same plot? Sort of, again. Everything is sort of iffy now.

I'm trying to differentiate between personalities because I realized I portray too many of my characters to be the same.

Anyway, this is OCXOC. I don't approve of pairing actual RE characters with "made-up" characters.

A warning: Don't like, don't read. I wrote this for fun.

"Talking"

'Thoughts'

Alright, disclaimer time! (My favorite)

Disclaimer: Capcom owns RE. 'Nuff said.

Prologue

It was funny.

The whole situation was strange. Two months ago, the two of them barely even spoke to each other. It was like the other person was invisible.

Two months can change a person, though.

One person held a gun to the other's head.

The other stood, waiting for the sound of the gunshot.

Yes, it was a curious thing.

The person with the gun shook unsteadily. Her hand tightened on the trigger.

A shot echoed through the room…

Chapter One:

The Calm Before the Storm

San Francisco , September 24th, 2011

8:45 A.M.

It was quiet on the streets of San Francisco . In a small apartment, a young girl ran out, carrying books in her arms and a bag on her back. She stumbled a little when she reached the street and heard someone laugh from behind her. "That's right, get out of here, you little worthless piece of shit!" a woman laughed from inside the house. A man laughed drunkenly alongside her.

The young girl held back tears. Her chestnut hair swung down her face in an effort to stop the tears. She had a black sweater on, with an emblem near the top right corner. Her plaid skirt was crumpled and worn and one of her black socks draped around her ankles while the other was pulled up to her knees.

The girl attempted to pull up her sock and gasped as her books crashed to the ground. She kneeled down, sniffing. A small picture had fallen out of her folder.

She picked it up, running her fingers along the surface.

Her parents.

About two years, ago, they had died as result of their work. She hadn't entirely understood her why her parents had died. They always had told her that their profession was especially dangerous, but that was it. They both had midnight shifts, so she didn't have much time to talk with them.

All she knew for sure was that when her parents died, all she got was a letter from where they worked, expressing condolences. Nothing else. Not even money to compensate.

She was placed into foster care and her life became a living hell. Her foster parents were mean, got laid off jobs easily, and loved to drink. They taunted her, teased her endlessly and all that she felt when she came home was hatred. At her school, things got worse too. Her only close friends had drifted slowly away from. She hadn't understood; one thing, they were best friends, the next, enemies. She became more withdrawn at school, her grades and relationships going down the drain.

The girl gathered her things shakily and resumed walking. She still held her picture. She looked around, and noticed an old man staggering unsteadily toward her. Fearing he needed help, she walked over to him and said, "Do you need help?"

The man said nothing and continued to stumble toward her. He moaned loudly, reaching with one hand for her.

The girl stepped back, getting uncomfortable. "I- um.."

The man suddenly lunged for her and she jumped away, shrieking. Her picture fell out of her hand. He crashed to the ground, and started to crawl for her.

She started running, leaving the picture behind. What she didn't notice was a tall man stop by the picture and the old man. The stranger drew out a gun with a silencer and shot the old man in the head. After that, he bent down to retrieve the picture, showing interest. Red eyes glinted behind sunglasses. "Interesting…"

Amy ran, not daring to look behind. 'Those man's eyes… his expression… so blank, like a z-' She stopped her thoughts, shaking her head. 'What am I thinking? Zombies aren't real. I should be thinking on getting to school!' With that thought, she propelled herself forward, hoping to get to school before the bell rang.

Lowell High School

"Watch it!"

"You're the one who bumped into me!"

"Did you see Tony last week? At the game?"

"Can we go to the movies after school? I want to see that new movie with Tina Fey…"

"Her? Yeah, I totally hate her. She's such a…"

It was all random talk inside Mr. Fennel's homeroom. Mr. Fennel's sharp eyes swept over the class. "Janet, back in your seat! Mr. Connell, that better not be gum!"

Jack snickered and threw the gum in the garbage. "Sorry."

Mr. Fennel rubbed his head. 'I can feel a migraine coming.' He noticed a boy getting out of his seat and heading for the door. "Keith, where do you think you're going?"

Keith Wood looked back at him, an innocent smile on his face. He had orange hair and brown eyes. A trouble-maker, he was one of the worst students. He got terrible grades, was rude, and played around with too many of girls' hearts. His only redeeming quality was that he was genuinely funny.

Keith smiled again. "I'm just getting the door for Amy." He opened the door with a dramatized gesture.

Amy Taylor stood in the doorway, blushing profusely. Her chestnut hair was windblown and her entire face was red. She looked like a mess. She bowed her head. "Err, sorry. Am I late?"

Mr. Fennel shook his head. "No. Right on time. Now," he looked at Keith, "both of you, take your seats."

Amy nodded, and turned to say thank you to Keith. But, he wasn't looking at her.

As soon as Mr. Fennel turned away, Keith flashed his middle finger. Amy stood next to him, a hand to her mouth, her face getting even redder.

Keith bowed as rounds of applause erupted from the class.

Mr. Fennel turned around only to see Keith jauntily walking back to his seat, a smirk fixated on his face. Mr. Fennel looked back at Amy, who wasn't moving. "Amy?"

She looked back at him, red as a tomato. She gulped and stammered out, "Um… I'm fine. Sorry, sorry…" She walked back to her seat, avoiding her teacher's and classmates' eyes. She sat in her seat, placing her backpack on the floor. She heard rapid whispering and lifted her head a little to see her former friends, Sam, Kristina, and Eileen looking at her, hands cupped around their mouths as they spoke quietly. Amy could only look away, wishing she knew what they were talking about.

Her first class dragged on, and an hour later, she was in Contemporary American History. One of Amy's least favorite classes because A.) All her former friends were there. B.) All the popular guys were there. C.) The teacher tended to get easily side-tracked, so they'd be talking about the weirdest things possible.

Amy walked in, hoping to be as invisible as possible. It failed.

"Amy Taaaaaaaaylooooor," her teacher, Mrs. Winston, yelled as soon as she came in. Amy cringed. Her teacher was always remarking on how quiet she was, and how she needed a good yell now and then to wake her up.

"Hi, Mrs. Winston," Amy half-heartedly replied.

"What was that?" Mrs. Winston cupped a hand around her ear. "I didn't hear you." Amy knew she expected her to yell.

Amy looked around to see Sam poking Eileen and Kristina, pointing to the front. She ducked her head, wanting to die.

"Come on, Ms. Taylor- I'm waiting!"

Amy looked at the ground panicking. She didn't want to be disrespectful, but at the same time, she didn't want to look like a total loser. Drawing in a deep breath, she started to say-

"The King is here, bitches!"

Keith burst through the door, wearing his trademark grin.

Mrs. Winston looked at Keith. "Mr. Wood, what did I say about that kind of language?"

Keith looked at her innocently. "I was just talking about female dogs."

Mrs. Winston's face brightened. "Well, of course you were, sweetie."

Amy took this as an opportunity to slip quickly into her seat. She stared at the front of the room, watching Keith talk with Mrs. Winston about stupid things. She hated him, but if it wasn't for him, she would've embarrassed herself thoroughly in front of the class.

The rest of the class slowly filed in, and soon, Mrs. Winston began class.

Well, tried to.

As soon as she told everyone to open their textbooks, Keith raised his hand. "Yes?"

Keith asked, "What do you think of the recent murders?"

The class suddenly erupted into hushed whispers. Over the last week, over twenty people had been found dead. They hadn't committed suicide, but had been murdered. Thing was, police didn't exactly know who or what was the murderer(s).

The victims' bodies had been bit, torn through, and broken into unrecognizable pieces. This left many speechless, and also left imaginations to go wild with ideas.

"Do you think it was a cannibal?" Someone asked nervously.

"No, silly. They live in mountains. It was obviously a group of vampires," someone else answered.

"Vampires only suck blood, idiot," a voice answered back.

Amy resisted to roll her eyes at the idiocy of the conversation. Still, her mind couldn't help but flash back to the man…

"Quiet, everyone!" Mrs. Winston yelled. The class quieted down. "It wasn't cannibals, vampires, or anything else your irrational brains have come up with. Obviously, it was-"

She was interrupted, suddenly, as an alarm started beeping, causing a few girls to shriek. "Is this a drill?" One girl shouted over the noise.

"I'm… not sure," Mrs. Winston yelled back. "Calm down, everyone, and stay in your seats. I'll check outside." She walked over to the door, but before she could turn the doorknob, she suddenly held her head and fell to the floor, moaning in pain. "My head… it's pounding… Agh!" She shrieked and lay still.

It was dead silence for a few seconds until someone shouted, "Mrs. Winston!" A few people rushed over to help, and someone checked her pulse. After a few seconds, a boy said gravely. "She's dead. Oh my god, she's dead…"

"What do we do?" A girl fretted, her pigtails swaying around. Suddenly, her face turned pale. "What… is that?"

"What?" Her friend turned to her, concerned.

"Don't you feel it?" Pigtails buried her face in her hands. "I don't feel so… ugh!" She vomited onto her lap and fell onto her side.

"Chelsea!" Her friend touched Chelsea's shoulder, but then withdrew her hand quickly. "You're… so cold…" She gasped and felt for a pulse. She felt none. Tears filled her eyes. "Chelsea… Chelsea…"

A loud scream caused her to look up. More people were falling, dying.

Amy looked around and saw people dropping like flies. She resisted the urge to vomit herself. Suddenly, she heard a familiar voice cry, "Eileen!"

She looked over to where her ex-friends stood. Eileen had fallen onto the ground, her body going through a series of spasms. Eileen cried out, "WHY DON'T YOU FEEL IT?"

"Eileen, what're you talking about?" Kristina sobbed. "We don't-"

Eileen's body suddenly went still.

Kristina and Sam gasped in unison. "EILEEN!" They cried together, burying their faces in their hands.

Amy only looked back in shock, not moving. Tears fell down her face, but she hardly felt them. Her entire body had gone numb.

Someone suddenly bumped into her. She turned to see the… okay, she had to admit, the pretty cute face of Keith. "Sorry," he mumbled, his face green. Amy looked behind him to see the dead body of his friend, James. She started to say something when she saw a flash of movement from behind him. She looked again, aghast, to see James getting up. "K- K-" she stammered.

He looked behind her, and took a double-take. "James?" He started, walking toward him. However, he suddenly took a step back. He went into front of Amy. "Something's wrong…" he muttered.

Amy looked at James, and a hand shot up to her mouth. James looked and sounded exactly like that man had…

James staggered up to them, moaning hungrily. With a sudden surge of power, he bowled Keith over and attempted to bite of his face. "Jesus Christ!" Keith struggled under James, avoiding his mouth. "James, what the hell, man?" Keith kicked him and managed to knock him off. Keith got up, breathing heavily.

Amy was, again, at a loss for words, when she heard the same moaning coming from behind her. She turned around and saw the "dead" bodies of her classmates getting back up. Eileen had gotten up too, and Kristina hastily enveloped her in a hug. Eileen suddenly opened her mouth, and Sam shouted, "NOOOO!"

It was too late, and Eileen bit down on Kristina's neck, ripping off a piece and devouring it. Kristina screamed, thought it came out as sort of a gurgle. In a few seconds, she was dead, and Eileen was feasting on the rest of her body. Sam backed away, stumbling into a desk.

Keith shouted, "Get away from the bodies!" His yell fell on deaf ears, though, as half of the class was killed by their own classmates. In a matter of a minute, only a handful of students were left.

Amy could only stare as Kristina got up, as well, moaning hungrily. Even though she knew that it shouldn't be possible, that this wasn't reasonable, it was happening and one thought passed through her blank mind.

Zombies.

Amy suddenly toppled backward as Keith pushed her aside. He ran out the door, along with the others who had survived. Amy recovered and did the same, dodging a classmate's hungry grasp.

As soon as she got outside, screams and yells hit her ears, making her recoil in pain. Chaps reigned in the halls as friend turned on friend, teacher on teacher. She sobbed back tears as she stumbled her way through the mess. She needed to get somewhere, but where? It seemed the "infection" was everywhere.

Amy reached a staircase and froze, breathing unsteadily. Her thoughts swirled around and she felt dizzy. Suddenly, someone pushed her and she fell, crashing down the stairs. As she hit the floor, she blacked out, one lonely, pathetic thought echoing through her mind.

'I don't want to die…'

The End! For now! *Evil Smile* Don't worry- RE characters will come in soon.

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