I OWN NOTHING! NOTHING NOTHING NOTHING NOTHING! Don't you get it?! NOTHING IS ALL I GOT! SO DON'T SUE ME! I'm just a poor 17 year old lonely Texas guy who couldn't get a date even if his zipper doubled as a cash dispenser.

Scott Summers sat in the study, trying to ignore Lance Alvers's presence. Scott had always had never before in his life held such feelings of dislike. Even back in the orphanage in Alaska, when everyone turned away from him and treated him like a freak once they discovered his mutation, he put a positive spin on things. The was just something about Lance that bothered him. Todd Tolensky and Fred Dukes didn't give these feelings. Pietro Maximoff gave him an odd vibe, but nothing like the hatred that he felt for Lance. True, the feelings lessened when Lance proved he was willing to change and use his powers for good, but it was the fact that Lance could change gears so willingly and easily that kept Scott wary. Tabitha Smith was a whole different story. She had once been one of them, and due to a misunderstanding involving her dead beat father, she was driven to the Brotherhood, where thankfully she found a little happiness and amazingly, safety. Things had changed a lot since Asteroid M. Things were still tense between the X-Men and the Brotherhood, but they were no longer such violent terms. There just wasn't any motivation. Sure, when ever the misdirected and confused teens of the Brotherhood used their powers to steal and get what they needed, there was a bit of understanding. They needed to. Since Magneto and Mystique abandoned them, they were teens who were alone, save for each other, who needed to fend for themselves. Scott looked at the three members of the Brotherhood, Toad, Blob, and Avalanche, and just couldn't really feel the hatred he used to have for them. Magneto and Mystique had played them for suckers, and left them with a real raw deal, and now it seemed like their lives had finally been crushed.

Hank McCoy and Professor Xavier were in the mansions lab, studying the cells of Todd's vomit, finding not only interesting facts about his ability to create projectile slime, but found something very alarming. "My god, It's a virus," muttered Hank, studying the samples closely. Professor X's face remained grim, seemingly unsurprised. "It's hard to classify it, but I'm sure it's a virus. A very odd one at that. It first kills living cells, but only to reconstruct them, somehow reviving them, only to become like the virus. Fascinating," mumbled the intelligent furry blue man. At first sight, one would finger him as a dumb lumbering animal, not as the true intellectual man he was. "What of the children's blood samples?" questioned the professor. Hank shook his head sadly. "Alas, even Logan's healing factor is no match. The virus still spreads, only much, much slower. Of course, when I added a little of the blood to Todd's slime, something odd happened. The virus infected cells returned to normal. Of course, it's no cure. But, what ever this can do to a mutant, it's reverseable," commented Hank. Suddenly, the intercom on the far wall buzzed to life. "Hey Chuck, I hate to disturb things, but we just got word over the police scanner that there is an attack on the Police Station. Do we suit up and go help?" asked Wolverine. Professor hung his head, deep in thought. Hank turned around, a grim look on his face. "It's risky. We don't know if the Brotherhood was able to contain what attacked them. I'm willing to bet they didn't, and the police attack and their attack are similar." Professor Xavier nodded. "It is, and I fear we already have lost to it. Since Lance brought in his friends, I sent out a mental probe, searching for all our allies. I've been unable to reach Jean. There is a faint trace, but her mind is clouded and confusing," stated the Professor. Hank closed his eyes, rubbing his temples. "The children won't take the news well. Especially Scott." Xavier nodded, a look of sadness in his eyes. "I know, and I don't know when I should tell him. He has had so much tragedy in his life, losing so many loved ones. I can't break his heart once again, not with so much danger left." Once again the intercom buzzed. "Come on Chuck, if we're gonna be any help, we gotta move now!" growled Wolverine. The Professor turned and used his powers to contact Wolverine. "Go and help, but take only Scott, Evan, Storm, and Lance. They can attack at a distance. The rest will be at too much of a risk." Wolverine, who had received the orders, shook his head. He didn't like the smell of things, and this wasn't because of Tolenksy. "Professor, do you mind telling me what we're up against? I hate going in blind," he thought. "No, at least not fully to where I dare hazard a guess. Just be careful," replied the Professor, his concern obvious. Wolverine nodded, and pressed another button, turning on the intercom to the study.

Thirty minutes later, the X-Van pulled up to the Bayville Police Station. The members of the X-men, and the single member of the Brotherhood quickly exited, and stared at the sight in font of them. The ground was covered in bodies. Some were from the basement, Lance quickly pointed out the lab coats. The others were dressed as normal people, all kinds of ages, to the elderly to even a few teens that the other teens quickly recognized from school. "Alvers, what in the world did you goons release down in your basement?" asked Scott, shocked and appalled. Lance growled, clenching his fists. "I don't know Summers, but what ever it is, I'm gonna make them pay for what they've done." Wolverine extended his claws, and the team moved towards the front doors, which had been obviously forced off their hinges, the splintered wood everywhere. One by one, with Wolverine in the front and Storm in the rear, the team entered the wrecked building. After Storm disappeared, a shadow extended from the X-van, and the form of Kitty Pride appeared through the walls. Next to her, a cloud of smoke appeared, and out emerged Kurt Wagner, with Todd and Fred with him. "Oh man, what happened here?" exclaimed Kurt, sickened at the sight of such gore and death. "I don't know, but I'm very glad we tailed them. No way I'm letting Lance get put in this danger alone again," muttered Kitty. Todd and Fred nodded. Todd jumped and hung onto Fred's shoulders, perching over the larger teen. "Just be careful yo. These things don't stop comin at ya. I'm gonna watch Freddy's back, and you two should do the same to each other. Let's go yo," whispered Todd, and the four teens quickly moved into the shadowy alley way of the Police Station.

The place was filled with the mutilated bodies of people who looked like visions from hell. Every once in awhile, they would come across a police officer, who obviously met a cruel fate, his eyes still opened in terror, a silent scream still on what was left of his face. Kitty shivered, standing close to Kurt. "This is so icky," she moaned. They kept looking left and right, watching for movement. The windows were shattered to the inside, so there was very little glass where they walked. "Things seem quiet," commented Todd, who was keeping watch over Fred's shoulder. Suddenly, the silence was interrupted by the sound of padding feet, including the click of toe nails. The four teens froze and so did the sound of the feet. "What was that?" asked Kurt, stepping in front of Kitty. Fred tensed, getting into a fighting stance. Todd jumped off, getting into a crouched stance. "I dunno, but we're gonna kick it's butt yo," growled the smallest teen. Of course, the unusual bravery quickly left his face, once he saw the source of the noise turn the corner. It was a large dog, the common attack dog of the police department, except this one was virtually skinless, and with it's clouded over white eyes, looked like a hound straight from hell. Todd let out a bit of a high pitched scream, hopping up back onto Fred's shoulders, holding on tight. "What the hell is that yo?" he asked, gripping onto the sides of Fred's head. "I don't know, but I say we run for it!" yelled Kitty, turning and running for the opening of the alley, followed by Kurt and Fred, with Todd still on his back, holding on for dear life. Though, all movement was halted dead once they looked at the entrance to the alley. Out of seemingly nowhere, five other identical dogs had wandered into the alley. Bloody slobber feel from their lipless jaws, as the growled towards the teens, advancing on the prey. Fred quickly stepped in front of group, shielding them from the dogs, just as the lead dog leapt into the air. Fred managed to catch it mid-air, gripping it at the neck with is large powerful hands. The other four quickly rushed forward. Fred threw the first dog away, only to be hit by the full force of the other four. Wrestling with the dogs caused Todd to be thrown back, landing right in front of the dog they first encountered. Todd looked into its dead eyes, felt the warm blood drip from its jaws onto his forehead, and knew he was about to die. Kitty screamed, and Kurt rushed forward, hopeing that he could save Todd. The growls of the dogs were soon silenced by the sound of gunfire. Todd, who had his eyes shut tight, waiting for death, heard the gunfire, and suddenly felt a dead weight fall on his face. He struggled to pull himself free from the collapsed body the dog. Todd was confused, and was looking to the others, who were looking above, at the rooftops.

There was a helicopter hovering above the station, a rope ladder dangling from the open cabin door. There stood four dark forms on the edge of the alley. From one of the forms, a light shone out from their hand. "Are you kids alright?" shouted the tallest form. It had a deep voice. "Um, yes we are," replied Kitty, a little confused. "Good, stay there, we'll be down soon," said a second female voice. The four teens remained in the alley, as the four figures descended down the fire escape. Once they were in view, the four teens were amazed at the sight. The first one, the largest of the four, reached first, a hand gun still in his right hand. He wore a uniform much like a policeman's, but read S.T.A.R.S on the breast, right above a name patch reading "Redfield". He had black hair, and a strong, serious face. He was well built and tall. Behind him followed a female. She had a similar uniform, except her name patch read "Valentine". She was a beautiful white brunette, with eyes that told of horrors that one wouldn't expect to find in such a young woman. Behind her followed a second woman. She was a young woman, barely in her mid 20's, white with black hair. It was obvious that she much of been related to Redfield, their faces favoring. She wore red shorts, with a red biker's jacket. Finally, following her was yet another man. He was a young man, with thick brown hair, and a pretty boy face. He wore a policeman's uniform, with the letters RPD on his chest. His name tag read "Leon S. Kennedy". The man in the S.T.A.R.S. uniform moved forward, offering his hand to the fallen Todd. Todd shyly too his hand, and was helped to his feet. "It's a good thing we got here when we did. I'm glad you kids are ok," stated the man, giving a slight smile, his deep voice somehow reassuring. "What were those?" squeaked Todd. "Dogs mutated by the T-Virus. Umbrella just doesn't give up," grumbled the young brunette. Todd and the other teens looked at each other, confused. "You mean, that those things were because of a virus?" asked Kurt. The man nodded. "Them and the zombies. The people infected became zombies and evidently, started attacking and feeding off the living, creating more of them," explained the brunette. The man nodded then turned to all four of the kids. "My name is Chris Redfield, the woman behind me is Jill Valentine," he motioned to the brunette, who waved a slightly. "The woman next to her is my sister, Claire. With her is her friend, officer Leon S. Kennedy. Up in the chopper is our friend Barry Burton. You'll meet him later." Chris then turned his attention to Todd. "And what is your name kid?" he asked. Todd looked back, smiling slightly. "My name is Todd Tolensky, the big guy back there is my bud Fred Dukes. These other two are Kitty Pride and Kurt Wagner." Todd motioned to the others. Chris nodded, then focused his eyes on Kurt. "This alley light is horrible, because when we first spotted up kids, I could of sworn you were fuzzy and blue." Kurt smiled a little, looking towards Kitty. Upon the first shot, Kurt had turned on his holo-watch. "He gets that a lot. Anyways, what are you guys doing here yo?" asked Todd, Fred walking up behind him. For the first time in his life, Chris actually had to look up to see a teenager in the face. "Well, let's just say, we had been tracking all of hidden labs of Umbrella, and when we picked up on a police report of badly mutilated bodies appearing mysteriously, we came to investigate. It's a good thing we did," muttered Chris. Todd looked confused still. "What's this Umbrella thing got to do with anything?" he asked. Chris shook his head. "No time to explain. We need to get you kids to safety." Just as he muttered the words, bodies started rising from the ground. The mutilated bodies of the dead policeman and civilians were rising on their own.

The ragged bodies of the living dead stumbled towards the group. Chris rushed to the front, followed by Jill. The two drew their hand guns, and started firing. Their shots were perfectly aimed, connecting with the zombies foreheads, dropping them with one shot. They had already dropped fifteen each, with still more coming. Chris and Jill reloaded, and started firing again, dropping more zombies. The onslaught of the monsters pushed the group back, until they were pressed against the far wall. Chris and Jill fired more rapidly, until the only sounds were the clicks of their empty guns. "Damn it, this isn't good," growled Chris, searching for more ammo. "Chris, I'm out of clips," groaned Jill, pressing against the group. Leon moved to the front, with Claire by his side. He pulled out his gun, and started firing. Claire pulled a hunting knife from a holder on the side of her leg, aimed, and let the knife fly, the blade burying itself to the hilt in the nearest zombies skull. This continued, with the bodies of the former zombies filling the alley, with only more stumbling over them, searching for the fresh flesh they smelt. That's when the worst sound they heard was heard by all. It was worse than the zombies groans. It was the sound of Leon's gun clicking empty. Chris and Jill pulled their knives, readying to attack the undead attackers.

Suddenly, all they saw was red, the zombies were ripped in half. From his vantage point on top of Fred's shoulders, Todd could see Scott and Evan. Evan was shooting his bone spears at zombies left and right. He was covering Scott's back, as Scott used his optic blasts to clear a path for the group. "Hurry, let's go," ordered Chris, and the group of adults and teens ran through the opening of the alley. What Chris found surprised him. What he saw was a man, mild aged seemingly, with huge metal claws, ripping the heads off of zombies, growling and tossing the crumpled bodies aside, going onto other. He also saw a white haired ebony woman flying in the air, shooting lightening at the zombies, frying them to ashes. Wolverine looked at the group and growled. "I don't know how you kids got here, or who you guys are, but we have to get back to the mansion. The station and town are over run with these things," he yelled, using his claws to rip into another zombie, sending rotting flesh and clotted blood flying. Everyone retreated to the van, with Wolverine covering them. It was tight fit, with the extra passengers. Once in safely, Wolverine gunned the engine, and peeled out, crushing many zombies under the powerful van's tires. The van sped off into the night, leaving nothing but a few random staggering undead, and the useless bodies of the rotting zombies. In the midst of it, a single figure stood on the street corner. Albert Wesker stood there, black jacket and pants and boots, with his dark shades, watching the van speed off. "Well, well Chris. Not in town for five minutes, and already you side with the foe. I let you get away alive before, but this time, things will be different," he grumbled, turned, and left the corner, disappearing into the night.