DISCLAIMER: I own nothing in the following pages except for characters I make up. RE belongs to Capcom. Dr. Scott Stoller and any other names that you don't recognize probably belong to me as well.

A/N: Here is an idea that I've been working on in my mind for some time. It originally just started as a story to a question I had, "What if an Umbrella scientist escaped the city?". Then soon this story turned into the introduction of the series I have dwelling in my mind right now. Here's the prologue for now. I'm going to try and get the first chapter up soon, especially if I get a review or two. Also, it would be great if one of you agreed to being a proof reader for me. You can contact me at or Shogun Woot on Aim.

Enjoy. I hope you especially enjoy who my character is associated with.

Also, excuse the shortness of this chapter. :)

Resident Evil: Betrayed

Prologue

Dear Mr. Wesker,

I'm sorry to inform you that the included virus is not 100 percent complete. By the time this letter reaches you, Raccoon City will be overrun by the T-Virus. As I write this, I can hear my co workers outside my door complaining of extreme itchy-ness. And soon, they will be scratching at my door, moaning and groaning to eat me. To turn me into one them, one of those mindless fucks stumbling around, trying to reach their next meal.

The Tyrant-Virus that I am sending to you is only 98 complete. 98 of the hosts turn into Tyrants, while of course, 2 turn into zombies. I assure you though that the Tyrants obliterate the zombies. I wish I was able to finish it, but my deadline seems to be cut short. I can't shake the feeling that those bastards from Umbrella will barge through my office door and try to do the same thing they did to Birkin.

Those fuckers at Umbrella had this coming though, Mr. Wesker. They betrayed me. They screwed me over with their lies and I bought those lies. They promised me my own research facility and what do they give me? A fucking shitty lab underneath their hospital. I was promised a whole staff of scientist who are as smart or smarter than me and what do they give me? Ignorant and arrogant pricks fresh out of school. They will regret their decision to treat me like shit.

My plan is simple, Mr. Wesker. Find more weapons and ammunition, survivors, and get to the train past the graveyard. It's too risky to go to the one underground and the one past the clock tower and of course the one in the forest has long been destroyed.

What I request of you, Mr. Wesker is an escort to where I'm sending this letter. I know those bastards will be waiting for me as soon as I get off that trains. We can not let them take us done like they have taken Birkin down.

My regards,

Dr. Scott Stoller