Hello my ever lovely peeps!

First chapter is up and FYI, the first chapter contains spoilers for "Resident Evil: The Final Chapter" including Alice's and the T-virus's origins. So for those who haven't seen the final chapter, don't read Alice's POV unless you want to have spoilers and to those who have seen it, good on you. I personally believe it's a damn good movie wrapping everything up in a nice, neat little package with a pretty bow on top. Some might disagree with me, but that's just my thoughts on the matter.

In any case this is going to be a very short chapter, since my schedule is all kinds of screwed up and i keep hurting my fingers, so i'd figure this be a good way to start this story off. So as always i don't own RWBY or Resident Evil.

So please read, review and "What the fuc-BOOM"

Chapter 1: Alice's Past

Alice's POV:

My name is Alice.

I worked for the Umbrella corporation, the largest company in the world. They had there hands in everything, ranging form simple household appliances and military hardware. This also included bio-weapons. I was head of security at one of Umbrella's top research faculty:

The Hive.

They were developing a new virus called, the T-virus.

Originally it was suppose to heal the dead cells in a person's body. Let's say, if a person was handicap, had a deadly genetic disease or just weak immune system, the T-virus would break down those cells and rebuild them stronger then ever. In the beginning it worked well.

Too well in fact.

Despite it working, there were compilation's with the virus. The virus did it's job in taking over and transforming dead cells but it also targeted live cells as well, killing the victim in the process. So naturally the virus was labeled as a failure but due to it's potential as a bio-weapon, Umbrella redesign it as such. The Hive was created so it could study and experiment with the deadly virus.

However there was an accident, the virus escaped and killed everyone in the Hive.

Trouble was...they didn't stay dead.

The T-virus reanimated their bodies, turning the people into walking corpse's with an insatiable hunger for human flesh. Because of the outbreak, the AI running the Hive had trapped and killed everyone to prevent further exposure but because of this, the house where the head of exposure aka ME, defenses turned on and knock me out.

Along with giving me amnesia.

I could only remember my name and my body remembered it had unnatural skills with a gun. I didn't notice at first, but when i woke up i was...changed. I wa stronger, faster, my senses were heighten to superhuman levels and i gained an advanced healing factor. At the time, i had no idea i'd been infected with the T-virus, nor how much it had changed me.

It was only after Raccoon City did i find out how much.

To put things simply, despite Umbrella's attempt at containing the virus it broke out and withing hours consumed all of Raccoon city. Despite all efforts, no matter what anyone did, the world was doomed.

Like opening Pandora's box only this time, even hope had fled.

The T-virus spread like wild fire. Within days it took over the country.

Within a mouth, the US.

Within a year, the world.

Soon enough and in less then four years, mankind was reduced to nothing more then pockets of survivor's all desperately trying to live in the new world of death and flesh eating monsters. All the while the Umbrella corporation went underground and continue to experiment with the deadly virus. In doing so, they captured people who has survived the apocalypse and transformed them into monstrous nightmares.

But out of everyone, they wanted me the most.

For some unexplained reason, the T-virus instead of killing me, bonded with my DNA on a cellular level. Thus giving me my powers and even psychic powers, crazy huh?

That's the kind of thing you only see in comic books.

Then again, so was a zombie apocalypse and here we are. In any case, i helped wherever i could. Traveling the world, killing zombies, saving survivors and destroying Umbrella's bases wherever i found them. To be honest, i never really figured out who i was or what i was before everything went to shit. For some reason, i felt like i was doing what i was suppose to do, what i was MADE to do.

Back then i had no idea how close and right i was.

Despite regaining my memory, i couldn't remember before the mansion. I couldn't remember my father, mother or even a life. It was during the final battle, raiding the last Umbrella base did i find the truth:

I was a clone.

A clone of Dr. James Marcus daughter, Alicia and the only person to survive being injected with the T-virus.

It was only through the help of my..."sisters" i suppose you could say, of the AI Red Queen and Alicia, could i bring down the last of Umbrella. For ten years i fought against them and at long last, was able to acquire the Anti-virus and purge it form the world. The only reason i survived was because i had both, T-cells and live cells, to counter it's effects and allowing me to live.

So yeah, for ten years i looked for the truth and i found out, i'm technical not a real person. Just a living weapon they made to guard the Hive. Honestly it was a little anti-climatic, as somethings made a whole lot more sense to me.

Like how i could never remember who i once was, even years after years of fighting zombies. Why i couldn't find any type of family or even any record of me existing. That information would have destroyed a normal person but since i'm neither a normal person it didn't do much. Maybe it because i am a clone or maybe it's because for a decade iv'e been fighting the undead.

Either way you look at it, it no longer mattered. The world was all but dead and humanity, while pushed to the brink of extinction it could be restored. This is because i was able to get my hands on the anti-serum and use it to end many of them. With only a few remaining and some mutants. I don't know what happened to Wesker, as he had turned traitor and disappeared after word.

Even then it didn't matter, as i helped rebuild civilization i had settled down and had seven kids.

Yeah, seven.

I always wanted a family and a big one at that. After defeating the last of the mutant zombies, i had meant a man named John D'Arc. He was an ex-marine and one hell of a zombie killer. The fact he was good in bed, helped a lot. Seeing as i still had my inhuman abilities, meant i was still a T-virus being. The anti-virus didn't work on me, which meant my children would inherent my abilities and condition.

I never really thought about it, but as time went on by and the world changed into something new, i could only hope:

My descendants didn't make the same mistakes and be better then me.

Done.

Okay very short chapter, but again, figured it be a good way to start the story off. If any of you want to send some suggestions, feel free to. Other then that, please leave me some nice reviews.

Devil out.