Disclaimer: Silver Scythe and Silver Scorpion are both mine, and Resident Evil is property of Capcom in every legal aspect (I hope). So in other words, you can't sue me.

Deus Ex

Deus Ex Machina ( Day S Eks Mu She Na) 1: A character that is introduced suddenly and unexpectedly, and is to provide a solution to a previously insoluble difficulty.

Raccoon City had become a pile of dust almost a year ago. Numerous waves of U.B.C.S. teams had been sent in by Umbrella to locate and eliminate any surviving Bio-Weapons. Umbrella was looking to save face after being investigated suspiciously by the U.S. government. They had one casualty from the investigation because of two members having large egos and equally large weapons. Umbrella still kept some operations based in America, but used the name Daffan Pharmaceuticals and spread the ops to the four corners of the country.

The survivors of Raccoon City and the mansion incident formed together, abandoning whatever new life they were planning for after Raccoon City to stop Umbrella. They quickly uncovered the new alias and took out five of the thirteen labs. Someone else had destroyed seven other labs. Umbrella replied by heavily fortifying one of the last labs, realizing it was next. The survivors, however bad they wanted to end it all and go to Umbrella H.Q., blowing everything to shit and retreating to a quiet, peaceful life, knew they had still far to go. Chris reasoned with the others that if they killed everybody at H.Q. without evidence they would likely be prosecuted by the U.N. because of Umbrella's contributions to the organization. Umbrella had digitized their confidential files and could only hack through at all only if they went to Umbrella H.Q. So before the end could be reached, they needed evidence of Umbrella's bio-weapon research, which is where this story takes place…

Barton, Illinois

October 28

"AHHHHH!!! ZOMBIES!!!" Amanda screamed as the zombie chased her. She was running through the house at top speed until she smashed into a chair and went sprawling. She started to cry as the zombie moaned and reached for her, saliva dripping from its lips. It gripped Amanda's throat and was about to take a chunk of some flesh when it abruptly stopped. Then it got up, laughing and pulling it's skin off. Amanda looked in surprise for a second before getting up and throwing punches at the zombie.

"You are a real asshole, John, you know that?!?" she screamed.

"Yeah, that's the truth, babe." John said to his girlfriend, pulling her in for a tight embrace. She pushed away and fell to the floor, obviously not wanting anything from him.

"You know, you shouldn't play that game, if it scares you so much." John said, turning off the Playstation.

"Biohazard is one of the few games where a female can be the damn hero." Amanda pouted.

"Oh, well, play you Tekken 3. Plenty of chicks in there." John suggested, wanting to change the subject.

"You're on!" Amanda cried, becoming her perky, adolescent self once again.

They played well into the night, having unlocked many of the cheats in the game and kicking the crap out of each other. Then they watched a nice, scary movie at about 2 A.M., later retreating to Amanda's bedroom for some bodily contact.

THUMP! John woke up, falling of the bed. He got up immediately and searched for the noise he had heard that had woke him up, leaving Amanda to sleep.

He traced some faint cries from the room at the end of the hall, pausing to listen some more. Sounds like someone's eating some juicy bacon, John thought as he opened the door. He almost vomited on the spot at the sight before him. The family dog was chewing on Amanda's Dad's leg, the bone just becoming visible. The dog did not notice him as he walked forward. Dad had his face in an expression mixing horror and immense pain, his left hand holding a butter knife. There was another butter knife in the dog's side, but the dog seemed to pay it no heed. Amanda's Mom didn't have a face, just an eyeball. Suddenly the smell of heavy, stinking decay hit John and he threw up.

The dog looked up and growled as John finished. It dived for him as quick as it could, wanting to feed the never-ending hunger. John jumped back and slammed his head against the nearby dresser, almost causing him to faint. The adrenaline pumping through his veins served as his consciousness as he looked around for a bludgeoning object. The knife, John thought as he leaped again for the knife in the Dad's hands. The hands were stiff, but John managed to pry it out with his shaking hands just in time to shove it through the dog's eye. It howled and ran around, spurting even more blood into the pool underneath the parents. John looked around again, danger passing for the time being. He ound a baseball bat and prepared to finish off the dog when something grabbed his leg, tripping him. It was the Mom, still alive. She had a broken vial, and was about to stab John with it.

"Ms. Wachowski! What are you doing?" John cried as the zombie got up, the lab coat marked 'Daffan Pharmaceuticals' sliding off.

He raised the baseball bat, about to strike when another something grabbed his leg. This was more painful though.

The damn dog, he thought as he swung the bat at Ms. Wachowski. It connected with a sickening crack, parts of the skull flying off. She hit the floor, not getting back up.

He turned his attention to whatever was grabbing his leg. Where's a damn light bulb switch when you need one? John thought as he swung again at the dog. He missed as he felt the floor. Then a white-hot pain in his leg came and he yelled out in the sudden intensity of it as he fell to the floor. It was the Dad, apparently not dead either. The dog was right behind him, though, somehow seeming to grin as it opened it's jaws wide and silenced John's scream.