Univeristy of San Francisco

San Francisco, California



Night. It's the time when the secrets are unveiled, when the darkness comes into light. It's the time to face your fear.



"Isaac, what are you doing here?"

The technician raised his head to look at the person who had addressed him. She was a tall, blond-haired woman, and her hazel eyes looked at him inquiringly.

"Oh... Hi, Susan."

He let out a groan as he stretched his back. After being bent over a computer for the last couple of hours, his spine was not in good condition.

"They called me here to fix some of the servers."

"Yeah, they've been moody lately. Keep switching the controls on and off without warning."

Susan waved her hand vaguely at the many test tubes lined on a shelf. The valves that controlled the flux of chemicals were connected to a network cable, which divided and linked to a dozen computers.

"The lab's lost a good deal of medical material. Think you can fix it?"

Isaac, who had plunged once again into the disassembled machine, extracted a small chip from within as he stood upright.

"Hm. 'Demon' processor. Very good ones. I don't think this is the problem." He turned back to Susan. "Tell me, have you experienced any trouble with the network?"

"No. Not really."

"Well... I'll take these parts to test them back at the Info Sector." He pulled out another chip board and put it into his bag. "I'll see what I can do. These 'Demon' only work with a particular line of parts. Replacing them won't be cheap."

Susan sighed. "More funding matters. I really hope you can do it."



Isaac stepped out of the room, and went up the stairs, relieved that he was finally free of the constant surveillance in the Medical Sector. As he crossed the campus, the fresh night breeze blew his dark hair, and his thoughts wandered from the research computers to the rumors that spread across the university. Walking dead, rabid dogs, even aliens sightings. Isaac chuckled. People will believe anything, when they want to... He took his ID card from his pocket and unlocked the door to his dorm with it.

He barely noticed the light rotten smell that was drifting from behind the building.



It was 3:00 AM already. The "Advanced Guide to Networking" lay on the floor, and on top of it was resting Isaac's arm. It took him some time to realize that he had dozed off on the bed while reading, and twice as long to realize why he had woken up. Someone was knocking on the door. Knocking? They seemed desperate to come in, nearly beating the hinges out of the doorframe.

Isaac rolled on the bed. "Leave me alone... It's..." He tried to focus on the watch, and failed. "It's... Early morning!"

But the pounding did not stop, it increased. Someone yelled from the outside.

"It's me, Robert! Isaac, open up, dammit!"

These words had no better effect than the slamming fists on the door. Isaac grumbled and prepared to fall asleep again. Robert was used to sneak out of class, or call people in the dead of the night to go smoke weed. There was no reason to take him seriously this time. Robert started screaming at the top of his lungs. More voices came from the door, deep grunts were barely audible under Robert's yells.

The technician opened his eyes wide. Strange wet sounds came from the hallway, and the screaming died out. He stood up from his bed, looked at the door, swallowed hard, and spoke up.

"What's going on there?"

The door started shaking, as if someone were trying to pound it down. Torn between fear and curiosity, Isaac waited.

The door at last gave away, and half a dozen people came in as it crashed on the floor. They smelled so strongly of decay that Isaac nearly passed out. As they drew nearer, their faces became visible... Or what was left of them. Large peels of skin were missing, the mouths were shapeless and bloodied.

"What the hell..."



A wild howl echoed through the night. Another followed, and then a third.

Sherry looked around, realizing that she was cornered. Three dogs, skinless and red-eyed, were baring their fangs, growling at her.

She turned to look at the wall behind her, and the only door that could be her escape. It was locked: a card reader was the only way to open the door to the dorms.

"Help! Someone open up!" The girl began slamming her fists on the door, as the dogs drew closer. One of them leapt at her, drooling and aiming for the throat. Sherry braced for the worst...

A hand grabbed her by the arm and pulled. the rabid dog tasted hard metal door, as a dark-haired young man slammed it shut. Sherry panted, and looked at him.

"Thanks..."

Isaac managed a smile, which Sherry did not return. After a few moments of silence, he finally spoke.

"Do you know what's going on? What those things were?"

"Yes, I know." Her face turned even more serious.



Brian Dylan West loved working in the Central Intelligence Agency. At the age of twenty-two, he had seen a lot of horrific things at such a young age, and being assigned to the Agency's Counter-BOW Division made the images only worse. Being placed in a position that allowed him to eliminate the terror that Umbrella stood for, however, only made him love his job more.


West was the Agency's official liason to the NATO-Recognized STARS team - and the unofficial liason to the American-Recognized STARS (Specifically the San Francisco branch), as well, acting as a go-between whenever both teams were unable to send messages directly. He was also one of the few members of the Agency to have ever officially encountered a BOW.


And the only one to have officially survived that encounter, the main reason why someone at his age was so high up the chain of command.

He was an athletic young man, with dark blue eyes and a natural mix of blond and brown hair. Brian had left Langley when the first unofficial reports of BOW activity in the Bay Area reached his desk. Any activity near Sherry Birkin triggered all sorts of red flags, and the Director of Counter-BOW Operations couldn't argue with that fact, in the least. Little did the Director know that Brian had a small crush on Birkin, and took every opportunity presented to see her. With her life possibly in danger, West moved faster than ever, getting in one of the division's two private jets within four hours of receiving the report.

West worked surveillance for the past two weeks, checking for any sort of BOW activity nearby. Using the resources of the station nearby, and with the assistance of Captain Valentine of the STARS, who was sworn to secrecy on his presence, here, he kept track of Birkin, and anyone she associated with.

Then, on December the sixth, he became lax. He did this by deciding to switch to just audio surveillance, which fed into an earpiece, while he ran off to get his order of Chinese food. Is there ever a good time to mention my sexual fetish with pork chow mien? He remembered joking to himself.

About halfway to the chinese restaurant, in his silver Hyundai Santa Fe was where he heard the screaming, followed by the obligatory groaning of what was commonly referred to as zombies, and officially called "Class-1 Mutations." "Damn!" He had turned the wheel of the SUV sharply in a U-Turn at the intersection he had just approached, sending cars all about swerving away to avoid a collision with him.

Getting on the radio, he brought up the frequency of the others supposedly on the university campus. "Deckard, Jones - someone talk to me. What the hell's going on, there...?"

The reply was the sound of gunshots, along with the sound of sickening, moist chewing. The gunshots ended in a scream, and all was quiet over the channel. Brian hit the gas and sped down the street, taking out his Heckler and Koch USP Match 45 pistol, loading it up with specialized hollow-point bullets. He pulled back on the chamber and holstered it in his shoulder holster as he approached the university and readied himself for his second encounter with a bio-weapon.



The light brown Caprice sedan idled through the universities northern parking lot, and eased into an open parking space. Claire slid the transmission into park, and scanned the horizon in front of her. The engine purred smoothly, the quiet exhaust giving no indication of the true power contained under the hood. Claire shut the car down, slid the keys into her jeans pocket, and stepped out. Locking the door, Claire shut it tightly, then headed towards Sherries dorm at a hurried walk. The campus was devoid of activity, and quiet this evening... Too quiet for Claire. The only thing that Claire hoped right now was that it would stay quiet. No such luck...

As she rounded the south-east corner of the astrophysics building, she heard light shuffling coming from behind a bush off to her right. The greenery rustled as something emerged from the brush....something Claire wished she would never see again....something that meant that the nightmare was starting all over again. Claire immediately pulled out one of her twin Desert Eagle .45's that she always kept with her, and took aim at the zombie. They had been the last thing that Chris had given her before he died, and she slept with them next to her bed to try and keep her brother close. Pushing memories of the past to the back of her mind, she calmly bore down on the zombie's head, and blew it clean off before the zombie even turned to face her.

Continuing along the north side of the building, she redoubled her pace, knowing she had to make it to Sherry soon. Now almost running, she didn't see the outstretched arm laying on the ground until after she had tripped over it. Picking herself up quickly, she brought her weapon up, looked past the barrel of her Desert Eagle, down the outstretched arm, and into the half eaten face of....

"Deckard… Son of a bitch... Why did you have to go and get yourself killed?" She asked, but wasn't able to ponder her question for long, as low pitched growling started to emanate from behind her. She slowly rotated a half circle, turning away from the building, and found herself face to face with three canine type (Also Known as Class-2) BOWs. 'I don't have time for this' she thought to herself, as she leveled the barrel, and obliterated the first one to charge. The other two quickly fell in similar fashion, and Claire, continued at an all out run, hoping she wasn't already too late.



The silence was frightening. The cafeteria was usually lively and noisy, but now it had the atmosphere of an eerie graveyard.

"We'll have to find something for your arm."

Isaac looked at his left shoulder, which was bleeding profusely. Escaping from his tight room had not been easy, and the monsters had taken a piece of him with them.

"It's okay... I can handle it for now."

"Okay, then. Let's go."

He nodded and followed Sherry's lead, as she stepped out of the kitchen and began to edge around the corner of the building.

"Do you know where we are going?"

"Yes, there's a staircase that could take us up the Philosophy sector, over there." She pointed across the parking lot, where a tall building overlooked the campus.

Isaac nodded again. "So, we could find an unblocked way to the exit. Sounds like a good plan."

He poked his head around the wall, making sure that nothing would interrupt them as they took an exposed path among the parked cars.

"The coast is clear..."

Treading as lightly she could, Sherry looked around. The darkness that obscured everything beyond the light posts was making her imagination play tricks on her. It was as if someone was constantly observing.
"What's wrong?"

"It's... Nothing. My nerves are a wreck, that's it. I thought I..." Sherry hesitated. Had she actually seen or heard anything? No. But still...

A low voice interrupted her thoughts.

"Did you hear that?"

Isaac halted and listened. "Yeah. Over there." He motioned Sherry to follow him, as he walked towards a guard shack. The voice coming from within belonged to a woman, agitated and nervous. She spoke again.

"What about my security? It could make a mistake and target me instead!"

A crackling voice responded, coming from a radio. It was strangely low and kept changing pitch.

"Don't worry. It will not target you. The G-sensor will ensure that."

The woman paused, and mumbled something. The voice over the radio seemed to ignore that and continued.

"Have you gotten all the evidence yet?"

"Nearly all of them. Some were taken away for repair; they thought the computers were malfunctioning."

"Then find them, as soon as you can! Those chips could be the center piece of this business."

"I'll try."

"Trying may not be good enough. Remember that."

The transmission seemed to be fading. Isaac and Sherry could not hear everything of what was said, and tried to get closer to the door. Intent on not being spotted, Isaac tripped over something and fell onto a nearby trashcan.

The woman inside the shack gasped. "What was that? I... I have to go. Out!" A door slammed inside the shack, and silence followed.

"Are you okay?" Sherry offered her hand to help Isaac stand.

"I'm fine. Sorry..."

Sherry turned to look at the object that had ruined their attempt at stealth, and froze. It was an arm. Bloodied, pale, and without a body attached to it.

"Oh my God... What did this?"

The answer came soon enough. A howl announced the arrival of a large Beagle, twice its normal size, with long fangs that dripped with blood.

"Sh*t, run!" Isaac forced Sherry around and pushed her. "Don't just stand there!"

But Sherry did not move, for what she saw on top of the cafeteria building was even worse of the monster behind. An enormous figure stood there, and glowered down at the two humans in the parking lot.

As the Cerberus leapt at Sherry's throat, she managed to shake herself out of the horror and dodged. A growl of displeasure announced a new attack, but this time the Beagle was dead before he could taste blood.

The huge humanoid landed heavily on the floor and grasped the dog by the neck, squeezing it. The head burst and brain matter splattered on the floor. Sherry and Isaac were struck by their saviour, but soon realized that the monster's intentions had not been friendly.

It opened a mouth, lipless and lined with razor-like teeth, and spoke with a deep grunt.

"Birkin..."



Mike was making his rounds again around the hallways of the campus. He pulled out his mop and began to clean the gritty, unpolished supposed marble floors of the hall outside the library. He had his headphones in, listening to Metallica and using the mop as a guitar. He mumbled and grunted out the words to Enter Sandman as he looked at the now mirror-like image on the floor.


"Heh heh...yes siree! This mop'll clean anything those little bastards leave behind!"

Suddenly as he saw his own smile, he saw something else pass by the reflection on the ceiling.

"What the hell?"


Whatever it was it moved fast. So fast by the time Mike got his headphones off, and looked around, the thing was no where to be seen.

"Hello?"

He yelled down the hallway, hoping that he wouldn't get an answer, and that it was just that weed kicking in. He laughed as nothing was heard but, "We're off to never never land..." He put his headphones on again and continued his work. But then he heard a scream from the cafeteria. He then set down his walkman and slowly walked toward the next building.

"Damn teens and their drunken orgies."

He walked out the door and proceeded to the next building, his heart beating faster. He then opened the door and took a peak inside and found no one. As he moved in and saw a better view past the tables and chairs in the blue and black glow of the darkness, he found a dead beagle, but no person in sight.

"Damn Satanists...why do they choose this place as a sacrifice altar? Now I gotta clean this up too!"

Mike walked out of the cafeteria and back to the main building to get his supplies. He walked back inside and saw that thing on the ceiling, only it wasn't moving, but holding on, upside down. The thing was about 4 feet long, with large sharp teeth, a head with and exposed brain or brian-like flesh, and at claws on its feet and hind legs.

"WHOA! Either that thing is some monster or I got my money's worth from that guy!"

The creature opened its mouth and a long, 5 foot tongue slowly moved forward and curved in a snake-like fashion. It made a hissing noise, much like a deep nasal exhale. The tongue was above Mike, and a drop of saliva dripped from the tip of it onto the lowly janitor's face.

"Oh sh*t!"

Mike ran back for the door as soon as he realized it was no hallucination. But before he could even was in grasp of the door's metal handle, the creature was now in front of him. It stood its ground, waving back and forth in a beastly manner. Mike slowly walked back, but every step he took, so did the muscle fleshed creature. For every one squeak was heard from the heels of Mike's shoes, another was from the long claws tapping the cold floor.

Squeek...

Tap...

Squeek...

Tap...

This pattern would continue until Mike would walk himself into a corner, then the thing would have a feast. Mike saw a fire extinguisher on the other side of the hall, he could grab it if he could dodge this thing. So Mike took a quick fake movement to the right, and the monster jumped and hit its head against the wall where the janitor would have been. So he grabbed the fire extinguisher, and turned it on toward the direction of the beast. But even with the shriek of the monster heard, when the fog lifted, the thing was no where in sight.



What the hell was that thing?" Mike muttered to himself, his voice shaken. "Some college prank? Sh*t, I better lay off this stuff," he gruffly demanded of himself, tossing his smoke to the ground, smothering the flame with the sole of his worn boots. Then... a scream, a loud, piercing woman's scream that made his skin tingle. "What the f*cking hell is going on?"


In all his years as custodian of the college, Miguel Ramirez, jokingly called groundskeeper Mike by the rather callous students, had seen many strange things. The students of the University of San Francisco were notorious for their uproarious, extremely clever pranks. They were also known for their peculiar and sometimes rather raunchy eccentricities; also, the practice of Wicca among the students was not unknown, and in recent times had even become a fad of sorts. Mike did not have any moral objections, however; he simply wished they did not leave such a mess behind for him to clean up. But in his thirty-five years alive, he had never seen anything quite like the strange beast he had encountered today - like a man skinned alive, the head horribly encephalized. "Maybe those goddamn Satanists finally conjured up a damn demon..."

Mike took in his surroundings, unable to find the strange, skinless beast in either direction of the rather extensive halls. "I probably scared it, heh. If there's someone ya don't wanna mess with, it's a janitor," he chuckled to himself, vainly trying to use humor to keep himself composed.

His thoughts were interrupted - silently, unseen, the tapping of... something... against ceramic tile echoed throughout the hall, and it was clearly getting closer. Something was struggling to breathe, exhaling and inhaling with great exertion. His fragile composure was immediately broken, and in his mind he began to panic. He did not know where to go, but anywhere was better than here with those demons. Tossing down the fire extinguisher with a great clang, he decided that it would be best to take his leave, and quickly. He was not paid minimum wage to play hero.



University of San Francisco
Residence Hall

"She wasn't there... dammit, where is she?" Claire thought to herself, panting. She was beginning to run herself ragged in worry, but there was no time to be thinking of herself. Her adoptive daughter might be in grave danger.

"Sorry, I haven't seen her. She's probably studying at the library, or tutoring, or some stuff like that," Sherry's roommate informed her, as Claire checked the dorm room, examining a few of Sherry's articles of clothing and personal belogings. "She's such a bookworm... not much fun at all." Claire felt like smacking her, and was quite ready do so, when she heard... it.

It was the first scream, a girl's distant, high pitched scream that shook the blood and hastened the heart. The roommate was visibly shaken by the ill omen, and slow murmurs slowly turned to worry as the frequency of screams increased, and as their proximity closened. Campus security officers were told to keep the students calm and to hold them in the building until things were safe - which only managed to intensify the fear with the introduction of helplessness and claustrophobia. All too soon, the truth of the situation began to sink in for Claire - there was an outbreak, and this time Umbrella had the upper hand. Claire had to find Sherry quick, and to do so she would have to plunge into the sea of screams, undaunted by the warnings of campus security. She simply had to find whom she considered her daughter.

The outside air was cool, but disturbing still. The air had a faint, stale scent... a scent remeniscent of that fateful day in Raccoon City. But she was older now, and stronger. She knew no fear, only determination to never lose all she had left, desperation to cling onto her own sanity. Fueled by passionate emotions, she left the dorm building and made haste toward the source of the outbreak.



Mike made it to the stairs. His muscles were tense, and his heart beat like a jackhammer - he was almost sure that... whatever was following him, was catching up with him. But now he heard neither the clik-clak, nor the labored respiration that he associated with the beast. He knew he should feel relieved, but the emptiness only told him that something was wrong... very wrong. Peering momentarily through the small plastic window of the stairwell door, he pushed it open and with little hesitation made his way to the first floor, skipping and jumping steps whenever he could to save time.

Reaching the bottom door, he was beginning to regain his composure. "Not much longer until I'm outta this hellhole," he encouraged himself. "Just a little more." He pushed the bottom stairwell door, but - it did not open. He pushed harder, and managed to budge it a little, when something clicked - something was pushing against the door, and that something was probably...

Quickly, he jumped back as the telltale razor sharp claw burst through the small door window, showering plastic shards and wooden flakes everywhere around him. Another beast, the same beast? It did not matter to Miguel, who knew himself to be in grave danger. Looking around for escape, he saw his only means involved returning to the second floor. As the beast struggled to free its massive claw for a second strike, he began another ascent but quickly stopped, as a drop of viscous fluid dropped near his foot. He looked up to see another of the beasts clinging to the ceiling like a massive, deranged insect. He saw no recourse but to pray.

"Dios te salve, Maria..."

Suddenly, gunshots rang out - the claw by the door became limp as an weak, wheezing screech signified the death of the monster. The other monster, previously immotile, sprang to life at the sound of the gunshot, springing down right in front of the poor janitor. Backing up, his throat dried, his muscles tense, he was hardly able to move except for a few rapid, panicked knocks against the door. "Whoever's out there, help me, quick!"

The door opened quickly, and the skinless beast from outside the door slid down dead, its own discolored blood smattered upon the white door. In the doorway stood a very strong looking woman - in her determined eyes, Mike saw that she was a fighter. Her expression toward the beast was cold, and she only glanced at her former prey for a moment before turning to Miguel's predator. She seemed to say something under her breath, barely mouthing the words...

Mike felt no more fear. He was in awe of this strong, beautiful brown haired woman. She looked at the skinless creature with a petrifying glare that bordered on desperation. In her zeal, she uttered under her breath, almost silently, those words...

"Never again."