A/N: Here's chapter 1 even though I don't know if anyone is reading this. When I go to the RE section, I don't even see my story up there…


Resident Evil: Betrayed

Chapter 1

The world was ending for Dr. Scott Stoller. Holed up in his little office with three guns and two dozen of his co-workers scratching a moaning at his door for his flesh. He knew he had to leave in an hour or two and it was creating a mixture of anxiousness and excitement in him. He ran out of food the day before and he knew those bastards at Umbrella were out to get him. Stoller knew he couldn't stay in his current position anymore; that he needed to move. He was currently underneath an Umbrella hospital in a secret lab and the doctor knew that if he stayed for another day, he would be dead, but if he opened the door to his office it was highly probable he would be eaten alive.

Those bastards, he thought bitterly. Betrayed and lied to me. They promised me the world and what did they give me? A shithole with two dozen of arrogant and ignorant pricks.

He checked his guns for the third time in the last hour. A MR Desert Eagle, along with three extra clips. He received it as a present from his second wife and he later used it to kill the bitch after she well…bitched. A standard issue M1911 Umbrella custom handgun, along with two extra clips. The M1911 had the Umbrella insignia on it and was easily Stoller's favorite between the three weapons.

I'll get my revenge on Umbrella while using their own handgun and virus. He thought to himself as he holstered the MR Desert Eagle into it's holster on his right leg and his M1911 into his shoulder holster underneath his lab coat.

People will learn to fear the name Dr. Scott Stoller. Starting with those bastards at Umbrella. They'll realize their mistake of fucking me over after a Tyrant rips them in half. He laughed out loud as he played with the thought of some of his superiors screaming and shitting their pants as a Tyrant closed in on them. Maybe I'll even shoot the bastards with the M1911 before I release the Tyrant…

The desperate moans and scratching knocked Stoller out of his little dream world. He grabbed his Remington shotgun and held it loosely in his hands, with three dozen shells in his lab coat pocket. He couldn't exactly remember when he got it, but he remembered that he used the thing to torture animals. Stoller remembered telling parents he was going out to "hunt", but what he really did was go out into the forest and blow a leg or two off of an animal and watch it bleed to death.

The moans and scratching seemed to get louder and on instinct the doctor gripped his shotgun and aimed it at the door. It's almost time… Stoller thought. I have to go over my plan first. First I have to make it past the group of zombies outside my door and quickly make it to the elevator. Stoller felt his pocket to make sure that the key to the elevator was still in his lab coat. It was. Next I'll make my way through the hospital and to Bybee street. Down Bybee street to Kendo's and through Kendo's to the Police station. That was the first part. If it all went well he could leave from the Police Station if there was a pilot waiting for survivors.

Probably not, if I was the pilot I would skip town. From the RPD station I can make my way to the High school to look for some survivors to aid me. From the HS, I have a long walk through the city to the Church. From the church I'll make my way through the graveyard and to the train station. Sounds easier than it will be.

He took a shaky breath and walked to the door. Dr. Scott Stoller knew he would have to be quick after he opened the door. Stoller unlocked the door and turned the knob creaking it opened. The zombies pushed against the door making Stoller stumble backwards. He quickly fell backwards tucking himself into a roll and finishing into a crouch. The doctor pressed the shotgun's shoulder stock against his shoulder and took aim at the slow moving group making it's way into his office.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The doctor shot off the first three shots knocking down the front of the group. He steadied his aim and fired again.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Click!

Stoller watched as some of the remaining group fell down and some of the group stumbled backwards. He reloaded the shells from his lab coat pocket in his shotgun quickly. Pumping it, he took aim at the group of zombies that stumbled back. Aiming high he shot at the group.

Boom! Boom!

Stoller stopped firing and counted the dead bodies quickly. Eighteen flesh eating fuckers down. Six to go. He thought as he aimed at the remaining six and fired.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

They fell down and stayed down. He reloaded the shotgun once more and moved toward the group of his dead former co workers. At least I had a good excuse to kill the ignorant fucks. Stoller laughed to himself as he hopped over the group of zombies.

"Uhh…" The murmured groan came from the group of zombies as several slowly made their ways to their feet. Stoller wasted no time as he took aim of the five zombies slowly making their way back up and took aim.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The group of zombies fell down as Scott watched. He watched as one of the zombies heads flew off of it's owner's body and landed several feet away. He watched as brain mattered splattered over the walls, painting the walls red. He watched as eyes flew out of it's sockets. He watched as he escaped death for the first time in his life.

And it won't be the last. Scott Stoller thought. Not as long as Umbrella is around. Stoller made his way down the now quiet halls to the elevator. The place reeked liked rotten meat mixed with shit. Scott brought the collar of his shirt over his nose with his free hand, trying to hold back the need to throw up. And to think you could've been one of them. But why aren't? Why hadn't you been infected? Every room was vented with the T-Virus…except your own. Why di-

Stoller's thoughts were cut short as the elevator came into view. He felt as though he should be running, but his body didn't agree. He felt as he needed to save his strength for somethingFor what? He didn't know. He slowly made his way toward the elevator. Scott dropped the collar of his short down as he fished in his lab coat for his keys. He pulled them out as he pressed the up button of the elevator with the barrel of his riffle.

The doors opened right away and the stench of those flesh eating fuckers nearly knocked him off his feet. "Uhhhhhhh…" They groaned slowly making their way over to the stumbling doctor. Four of them, he counted as he regained his composure and took him.

"Fucking ammo wasting fuckers!" Scott Stoller screamed as he pulled the trigger.

Boom! Boom! Click! Click!

"Shit!" He yelled as he dropped his shotgun and drew his Desert Eagle in a fluid motion. The doctor didn't even realize he took off the heads of two of the zombies. He aimed at the heads of the two remaining zombies and fired. The first shot missed, but the next two blew off the heads of the zombies. Stoller sighed in relief as he holstered the Desert Eagle and picked up his shotgun. He reloaded the shotgun quickly and made his way into the elevator.

He pressed the close doors button right away and then inserted his key and pressed the button for the ground floor of the Hospital. The adrenaline started to die off and mental exhaustion filled the space. They even vented the elevator, but not my room? Why god damn it why? The doctor screamed in his mind as the elevator slowly raised above the underground facility.

Hopefully Mr. Wesker knows…hopefully. Stoller looked up to see what floor he was on and watched as the number changed to "H1". Hospital Floor 1.

Ding.

The doors opened and the smell hit Stoller again. The smell is worst up here. He thought as he slowly stepped into to Hospital corridor. The elevator doors closed behind him and he was greeted by the sound he would soon learn to hate.

"Uhhhhhhhh"

It was just the beginning for Dr. Scott Stoller…