Chapter 1: Caught in the Act

And so it began... another chapter in the heartfilled chronicles of Resident Evil began to unfold, only this time, it was not only Raccoon City which was in improbable danger, but soon the whole United States as well. Soon, very soon, our beloved country which we've sworn to protect all these years will be overrun by the Living Dead, and when it is all said and done, it shall become none other than the United States of Umbrella, the Multinational every T-Virus survivor loves to hate. Unfortunately, those were few-and-far-in-between, but the ones that did have been long-term survivors fighting for their survival in the war against Umbrella, a war which they knew they could not win alone.

To go it alone to many meant death in it's harshest manner, which was seemingly the fate that awaited Chris Redfield now.

He looked around him... security was everywhere, about as rampant as the Dead themselves, which yours truly was responsible for. How they could possibly have let this happen was a mystery in itself.. a mystery too deep for even him to uncover, but the facts were another, lesser story. He wasn't in it for the improbable solution... he was in it for the dirty secrets they've kept under wraps all these years.

But he knew he had to make haste. Everywhere, all around him were Umbrella agents, security cameras, even secret hidden cameras used to uncover his whereabouts when he would least expect it, but through the secrets, the tall tales, came the unexpected: two agents talking it out, discussing their very own "end of the world" scandal not privately but publicly behind the counters to which Chris stood, knelt down before them to where he was not "plain to see".

"How's the Virus going?" asked a tall black Umbrella specialist clothed in black apparel.

"Excellently," said the other, who was blond-haired with sea blue eyes. "The virus has begun to do it's work."

"Any survivors?"

"No," he replied. "No survivors detected."

"Admirable."

"There was one who tried to hijack the Local Avion Network, but caught immediately," aid the blondie. "It was feminine."

"Where is she?"

"In the Vigilante program," he explained. "She's being used for genetic experimentation."

"Shall we check the physical, mental health condition?"

"Yes."

And so they followed closely down the path of unreliability, the path which, as they were walking by, passed up a bunch of zombified mutations sealed with glass tubes on each wall. Everywhere they would look beside them, and not once did they mismanage their meticulous findings in a full-grown zombie, it's skin mutated and rippled from head to toe. But beyond the psychiatric civilizations afar lay a genetic experimentations lab, their next source of mutation. But what they found shocked them conceivably.

A mess. A Mess of blood at the loss o f numerous deceased humans from their skin, devoured and eaten freshly from the bone. Their flesh was ripped wide open and off the bone, their corpses split and divided in 2. There was no use walking past them... they were everywhere.

But then they heard the sound. The sound of something eating and chewing flesh, and of all places, came behind closed doors, which appear to be sealed off...

...Until now. The second the man slipped the key card through, the door had been slammed open, and found themselves standing in a sea of darkness The room had been damp and dark, and beyond it's dark trenches, nothing was to be found but a slow-moving rocking chair holding a dead corpse stained with blood. Even through invisibility, the feeding sounds continued to be hear, which they could tell were no longer very far away.

Followed by a hiss. A roaring hiss, still with nothing in sight but a gruesome trio of grimy mandibles hanging about them, which soon followed the sounds. As they stood there, still paranoid, waiting for their chance to die, the create began to finally reveal itself, stumbling with gruesomeness from head to toe. They saw it's rippled face to which the blond-haired curls had become large tentacles with piranha heads attached, the shocking images of the new bio-weapon, Vigilante.

Then they saw death. They watched, in complete horror, as it began wrapping it's tentacles around the first man's head, and then gnashing it's mandibles into his tasty flesh, left with a thick layer of blood running through the flesh wound as the horrid creature dropped the lifeless man to the floor without a heave. The other (the blondie), who was lucky to have been sparred, was throwing into the ground with a single push as the creature turned around to face him, grabbing him by the skull, his head almost snapped right off by the abominal force of it's blow. The man skid a few feet before cocking a .9 mm pistol, and began to fire away at it. He watched as a handful of bullets swiped away at it's gray, moldy yet feminine flesh, yet the creature took them all without even flinching as it continued to face the prone man-turned-enemy; stalking dead in the eye, those horrid, twisted, frightened eyes. The eyes of an Umbrella operative.

SLAP! Vigilante, his own creation, raised a tentical, and slapped the gun out of the man's hands, giving him a mere moment of silence and truce, yet exhilarated with a loud scream of agony. It raised it's mandibles up high for a few seconds...

And that's where the screaming was to be heard. Chris, all the way from the other room, heard the scream, the agony, the cries of pain... the sounds of death looming by. The sounds attracted Chris over to them as he began to walk, picking up a mini tapette lying along the floor and holding it in one palm, not realizing he was being laser-tripped by a couple of hidden cameras hung upon the ceilings down certain halls he passed by. Then suddenly, the the right o f him, there was a door. Without any realization of what was to be found, he opened it, gently and slowly. A few seconds was all that it took to realize that he was in the right room, but at the worst of times as he heard nonsanctioned discussions going about from down the hallway, and they seemed to be talking out of a British accent.

"There's been an incident."

"And I suppose Vigilante might have had something to do with it."

"Indeed. He's left about a dozen lifeless, and has chosen his next victim."

"How long ago have they been bitten?"

"About three hours ago. They were all of human origin."

"Were any of the STARS tactical unit?"

"It's unheard of."

"Then I suggest we take a close look..."

Suddenly, the door had opened...

Behind this door was a dangerous fugitive they would neutralize on sight.. Chris Redfield of the rival STARS unit, which was plain sights from here. The door which led him to the source led to his own doom.

He looked around, and saw that they were everywhere. Among the Umbrella troops was none other than Albert Wesker himself... he was a sitting duck... he had been doomed to arrest.

"Well, well, well, look who we've got here," Weseker taunted. "If it isn't Chris Redfield, all alone on a mission... the lone wolf they call you."

"Did you really think we didn't know about this?"

"We've been tracking you down on our hidden monitoring systems."

"You got that right, my friend," Wesker induced. "We set your ass up."

"And with our current campaign in action, there's nothing you can do about it," said another random Umbrella agent. "Soon the whole entire country will fell the wrath of Umbrella!"

The man violently yet randomly cocked a not-so-gentle fist, and slugged Chris straight square across the face as he was being held, by both arms, by a couple of unanimous Umbrella agent s as if handcuffed, watching as his face bent down as if he had just passed out.

"Take him away!" another random Umbrella's agent commanded them.

And at that very moment, the trouble started reeling in as Chris was being drifted away into an unsuspecting world of confusion in which God only knew the whereabouts of. Worse, it was under the general authority of Umbrella, which gave heed that Umbrella was evil... that it was one step ahead of everyone, and everything, else... it was the commercial giant, and it would never die.


...There hours later...

...Police sirens were running rampant at the site of the "crime," just knowing who it had to be. A lot has happened since Chris' time, but beyond the stunning temptations was a lot of evidence left behind...

...The hidden tape. Yes, Chris had already uncovered it long before any one else, besides Umbrella, knew about it, and yes, Chris had infact dropped it on his way out of the potential war zone that was to be America. Some one just had to step up and do something about it... and perhaps this was the first step.

Leon picked it up, and drove away with it... the only question that remains to be seen is... what kind of dirty little secrets has Umbrella been keeping from them now?


OCC: So whadd'ya think of the story so far? I personally think it's great... then again, it's only the very beginning of the story, and there's still MUCH that needs to be uncovered yet in terms of story. I will promise you this, though: the best is yet to come, so stay tuned, and give me your 2 cents on this story.