Author's Note: The premise of this story is not of my creation, but was created for the Resident Evil series. The outbreak of the T-virus and the STARS team is taken directly from the series pretty much everything else that happens here is my own doing, and if anything else comes up that is from the series, I'll add it to the two aforementioned things. Enjoy.

Chapter One

"Come on...I've almost got ya." He was starring down the 8x scope mounted on top of his SR-25 sniper rifle. He was the last survivor of his battered and nearly beaten SEAL team. There were three remaining terrorists responsible for the deaths on his team. He was starring at one of them, the other two were right beside him. The terrorist's figured filled his scope and a shot rang out. The terrorist fell to the ground and his sights immediately went to another. Again the figure filled his scope and another shot rang out. The third and final terrorist remained. He carefully placed his cross-hairs over the terrorist, directly over his head. A shot rang out and the terrorist spun around and fell to the ground.

"I do love this game." He said into the mouth piece of his headset, and deciding to give up SOCOM II for the night "And that's all for me." He looked at the clock and saw that it was nearly midnight. "Oh crap...I've got school tomorrow." He smacked his forehead as he remembered he hadn't't done his math homework. "Oh well, I've done every other one, so I doubt missing one will be too bad." With that Jack went to sleep. As he fell off the edge of consciousness he thought forward to the following day and how fun-filled and exciting it wouldn't be...

The following morning he woke with a start as his alarm clock droned in that generic, ever-annoying monotonousness. He distinctly remembered a dream he had put before he could nail it down with words he felt it slipping from his mind. He quickly put it out of his head as he got out of bed and got ready for school. As he stood in the shower he slipped into a state of quasi-consciousness and the night's dream crept back into his mind. He suddenly jumped and came back to full consciousness. He got out of the shower and realized he was running late. He got dressed, brushed his teeth as fast as he could, ran downstairs, grabbed his books and ran out the door only to see the bus passing him by.

"Great...just great..." He said to himself "Thank God today's Friday...it is Friday...right?"

He was in a state of mind where time had turned into a giant bowl of oat-meal and was one big mush. One day slipped into the next and he never felt the change. However, he had no time to reflect on this now. He began running down his street knowing if he ran as fast as he could he would beat the bus to another bus stop. Despite his running, he arrived at the bus stop just in time to see the bus turning to corner at the end of the street and slipping away.

"Oh now this is just dandy! GREAT way to start a day off! Again, thank God its Friday." At that he felt in his pocket for his cell phone which he then realized he had left home. "Incredible! AMAZING!" He then took off as fast as possible back to his house to which he arrived just as his dad was pulling out of the drive way.

"DAAAAAAAAAAAAD!!!!!!!" He screamed as loud as he could. His father turned around and saw him running down the street and realized what had happened.

"Need a ride?" His dad asked in a sarcastic way.

"Yeah, that would be good."

"Hop in." He opened the door to his father's hybrid gas-electric car that was provided for his dad by the company for which his dad worked: the Umbrella Corporation. It was a ploy to 'help the environment' and help themselves. By giving employees environmentally friendly cars they 'helped the environment' and looked good, which meant public approval – which was somewhat waning for the mega-conglomerate. He pondered this as he looked out his window at the bleak scenery that passed him by. He arrived at school, jumped out of the car and said good-bye to his dad.

"See you later, Jack"

"Later."

He half-ran into school as he looked at his watched and realized he was 15 minutes late to first period. He made his way to class and upon entering

"Mr. Randall"

"Shoot" Jack said to himself

"Mr. Randall, why are you late?"

"I missed the bus."

"Oh really, and that makes being late okay?" his teacher was pressing the point for some reason.

"Not really, but this is the first time I've been late all year" Jack retorted trying to remain calm despite his not being in the mood for this.

"So, if somebody is murdered and their murderer says it was the first time they murdered somebody, does that make them innocent?"

"What?!" Jack said completely flabbergasted as to how his teacher brought the thing to an extreme so ridiculous as that.

"You heard me."

"Murder is murder no matter how you look at it...but I don't really think being 15 minutes late to a class is equatable to murder..." Jack said slowly and somewhat unsurely – afraid he was missing some hidden point.

"Well, in those fifteen minutes you murdered your chances of learning the material."

"Well, you just did the same to the last 5 minutes, so I think it would be best if we just moved on, this wont happen again." Jack tried to resolve this dilemma. "I promise."

"Very well, see me after class." His teacher announced indignantly.

Jack took his seat, relieved that his teacher stopped her uncharacteristic stupidity. He spent the rest of the period stewing in thought. He was trying to sort out his teacher oddness, trying to pay some semblance of attention to the lesson, trying to stay awake, and most of all, trying to recollect his dream.

The period drifted away and Jack's mind wandered further away from reality than it was before. He tried to focus on his dream but simply couldn't. He remembered it but couldn't recall it. Then suddenly the monotone bell sprang him back into reality.

"Wow...I need a nap..." Jack said quietly to himself

"You just had one, man" Said a voice from behind him. Jack turned around to see his friend Paul.

"Oh, yeah, well...a bit longer of one on a bed would be better."

"Ha, yeah well nice stunt you pulled."

"Wha...?"

"Wow, you okay? You're not high on something are you?" Paul asked only half joking as he immediately noticed the odd nature of his friend.

"I feel like I could be, but I just didn't sleep last night. Then I missed the bus after chasing it around my neighborhood for a while."

"Damn man, that's a great way to start off a week."

"Woah woah...START a week?!?! Isn't today...Friday?!" Jack was now close to hyperventilating.

"Dude, its Monday."