Surviving A Nightmare

Disclaimer: I do not own Resident Evil, Capcom does.

Chapter 1: Just Another Day

"Aaaw shit!" I mumble sleepily as I lazily reach an arm over to try and stop my freakin' alarm clock from making one of the most dreadful noises known to mankind. Not only is it one hell of an aggravating noise, but it also reminds me that it's the start of just another freaking day in this town that's plagued by an innumeral ammount of idiots.

Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Natalie Thibideaux. Yeah, I'm a "good ol'" Southern girl. Heh, don't make me gag. Anyways, I'm the daughter of Robert and Linda Thibideaux, both of whom are the head scientists working in the Umbrella Laboratory and Research Facility located in the center of town. Oh, and this town that I speak of is none other than Bunkie, Louisiana. Never heard of it? Don't feel bad, it's a little shit town that has only one thing going for it...and that's Umbrella.

Oh well, enough of that, and back to me. Yes, I am one of those self-centered people, well, not entirely. I care about my parents, and what few close friends I have. And, to those who do not really know me, I am the sweet and innocent daughter. I take all honors courses and do well in school. When, I am not even close to being sweet and innocent.

Want to know what I do? Fine, I'll tell you. I'm a hacker. Plus, I have connections with most of the drug dealers, gangs, and other people who I will not mention, most of them people I've known since childhood. I guess I should elaborate on just a few of my exploits. Let's see, I make Fake ID's that are used for other reasons besides buying alcohol and getting into 21 and older nightclubs. Oh, how does breaking and entering sound? Been there, done that. I also do a little drug dealing for my 'friends'. Yet, we never touch the stuff we sell, "Don't fuck up your mind, just help others fuck up their's." That's our motto. Okay, enough of about this, you'll learn more as I take you along for the ride.

After lying there in bed for another ten minutes, I finally drag my ass to the bathroom to brush my teeth and do other necessary business. Where upon finishing, since I'm now fully awake, I head back into my room to change into the uniform we're forced to wear for school. A while polo shirt with the Bunkie High logo, which is just a black panther with the words "Bunkie High School" written above it, and of course, I can't forget the khaki pants we have to where. Who in the fuck came up with this you ask? Our freaking school board!

I quickly slip on a pair of Doc Martin's before grabbing my black backpack and the keys to my black Jeep Grand Cherokee, then proceed to make a mad dash for the door.

After driving like a bat out of hell, I finally pull into the student parking lot and, since I'm late, I'm forced to park all the way in Bum Fuck Egypt. I grab my backpack from the passenger seat and lock my car doors before running to the school entrance where I am just in time for the bell.

I sigh as I sit in my first hour class, Calculus Honors. I look around while Mr. Dupre is taking roll, and surprisingly, everyone's present. As in most of my classes, I am surrounded by cheerleaders, jocks, and preps who's parents all bought their child's way into these classes, along with the good grades they receive. That alone pisses me and the few students in here who actually like to earn their grades.

Mr. Dupre then proceeds to stand up and take his place at the chalk board, picking up his pointer as he begins to explain today's lesson to the class. I simply yawn and lay my head down on my desk, where I then doze off.

I'm awakened when I feel someone tugging on my sleeve, and I look up and to the side to see my friend Shane tugging on my shirt's sleeve. I sit up as he tosses a small yellow note onto my desk, most likely written on those damn post-its he's always carrying around. I sit there a moment before picking it up and reading what he has to say. "Hey, you still up for Friday?"

I pick up the mechanical pencil that is resting next to my unopen text book and notebook, where I then scribble down in my barely legible handwriting, "Yeah, just make sure you have the stuff."

I toss it back over to him and watch as he unfolds the note. He looks over at me and lets out a quiet snicker before tearing the note into small pieces to be disposed of at a later time.

Whew, it's 11:50 and the bell just rang for our lunch break. Of course, since I do not have a death wish, I never eat lunch from the school cafeteria. Instead, I just go in the schools library, which thanks to Umbrella's contributions to the school, is larger than the town's library.

Umbrella has contributed a lot to this small ass town. It employs nearly half of it's citizens, and donates quite a bit to schools and businesses in the area. I'm not going to explain everything it's done for our school though, it just simply isn't all that important, but you get the idea.

While the six of us, oh wait, I forgot to introduce you to my other four friends. There's Paul, a horny and sexuallly frustrated 17 year old; Chloe, the goth of the group; Ashley, who's pretty much just like me and shane; and then there's Matt, the laid back one who's just as horny as Paul.

I glance up from the book I am reading when I hear the sound of people giggling at a table not too far from ours, and am not surprised to see our Homecoming Queen and her little clique of airheads. Shaking my head, I lower my gaze back to my book and continue listening to their conversation.

Now, I have heard some pretty disgusting things in my time, but damn, what I just heard from them takes the whole...cake. I look up to meet the gazes of my friends, who look like they either want to burst out into a fit of laughter, or give praise to the procelain god known as, John. I politely place my bookmark inside my book, and quickly rise from the table, my friends following suit as I reach the library's exit. Once we're out of the library and in a less crowded area of our school's open hallways, we finally let out the laughter we'd been managing to hold.

After atleast a good five minutes of trying to calm ourselves down, Ashley finally manages to speak. "Holy shit...that had to be the...funniest, yet most disgusting thing I've ever heard!"

"Yeah, I don't think I'll ever eat another Pizza Hut breadstick as long as I live!" I manage to say, which causes everyone to start laughing again. Oh, and incase you're wondering just what she did with the breadstick...let's just say that she..ehh..errr..no, if you didn't get the hint then, you never will. Because I refuse to repeat such a gross thing.

"Ahhhhh...", is the only thing I can say as a plop down on my oh-so-comfortable bed. Trust me, if you had to spend seven hours at that place, you'd be saying the same damn thing.

After lying here for nearly 10 minutes, I finally stand and walk the couple of steps to my computer desk, and take a seat in the "rolly-chair" as I like to call it. My computer is a Dell Dimension PC, a really beefed-up one at that, that my parents had given to me when the labs received new equipment and computers.

I switch it on, and while waiting for it to boot-up, I run downstairs to grab a soda from the refridgerator. And of course, I see that my mother has left a note on the answering machine, stating that her and my father will be working late, again. Man, that's the third time this week. Well, of course they are being kept busy by this new "research" they're doing. I dunno what it is, I may be their daughter, but some things I'm just not privy to...and that's what they're doing research on. I dunno, but I kinda get a bad vibe from it, especially since what happened in Raccoon City, and the fact that some people believe Umbrella had something to do with it.

Oh well, it's not my problem. I shrug and head back upstairs, soda in hand. Sitting down at my computer, I decide to sign on the internet and talk to a few friends for a while. See, just another day. Little to my knowledge...it would be my last normal one.