PROLOGUE

My adaptation of combining the vastly different worlds of "Resident Evil" and "Animal Crossing" has, without a doubt, proven to be my most popular fanfic I've submitted to However, I don't think the story reached its full potential and to be quite honest I was rather disappointed with the overall outcome.

Years have passed and so has my experience as a writer, with this in mind I have decided to go back and completely rework "Resident Evil" and created "Resident Evil - Special Edition". It will be completely rewritten to fix poor writing and plot holes, scenes and chapters will be added that weren't in the original-- it will be a completely new fanfic while still maintaining the basic premise and storyline of the original that many have come to love.

I hope with this rewrite people who loved the original will be delighted with this new and vastly improved version and I also hope to win over some new fans who missed out on the original fanfic.

Thank you for time, and I hope you all enjoy "Resident Evil - Special Edition".

Animal Crossing
Resident Evil

- SPECIAL EDITION -
by Daniel Kypers

CHAPTER 1 - THE RAT

January 9th, 2003
10:38 PM
Near the town of Raccoon City

There was nothing special about tonight. Nothing making it any different than any other night aboard the train. Rover, the traveling cat, looked out his window and let out a sigh. Hopefully the train would pick-up a newcomer, moving to one the many towns he had been to. Rover always loved meeting new people. It was, in a sense, a hobby to the purple feline- no, more like an obsession. Meeting people was what Rover lived for, he always greeted complete strangers without any hesitation.

Oh, the people and animals he had met in his life! Snobby people, sloppy people, shy people, social people—some people just downright rude. Rover had met them all, and he was always on the hunt for more to meet.

He looked around the train, somewhat disappoint with the lack of animals—all of which he had already met. He supposed it was normal for the train to be somewhat empty at this time of night, but still…

Suddenly the porter called out, "Now arriving at Raccoon City! Raccoon City! Eek, eek!" Rover looked up in surprise—jolting up from being half asleep.

Raccoon City? He had never heard of that town before. And given Rover's travel experience, finding a town he had never heard of was like finding a good deal at Crazy Redd's. It didn't happen very often.

Suddenly, Rover spotted a rat wearing a trench coat and sun glasses stumble onto the train. With him was a brief case that read "Property of the Umbrella Corporation", under the text was the Umbrella Corporation's logo- the top of an umbrella.

'Umbrella? That multi-million dollar pharmaceutical company?' Rover thought to himself. 'What's a bigwig Umbrella worker doing here?' The rat made his way to an empty seat and clutched the briefcase close as a mother would do with her baby. The rat looked to his left and then to his right. Needless to say, the rodent seemed very nervous about something.

Rover was getting an uneasy vibe from this mysterious vermin. His mother had always told him to never trust a rat, which he was told were quite different than mice. His mother had told him rats were filthy, disgusting, cheapskates and were never to be trusted.

But Rover wasn't one to judge an animal just because of what animal it was. Besides, what if this rat was different from other rats? Who's to say all rats were as bad as he had heard? What if this rat was the only decent rat in the entire world? Rover wasn't about to let this opportunity pass up. The train began to move and Rover got up from his seat, making his way toward the rat in the trench coat.

"Hi there!" Rover greeted with a smile. "Mind if I take a seat?" The rat remained silent, looking from side to side as if expecting something to happen. "I guess I'll take that as a yes." said Rover, somewhat annoyed the rat seemed to be ignoring him. With that Rover took a seat.

"So, where are you heading to?" he asked the rat. The rat still remained silent, ignoring the purple cat. This annoyed Rover—he could handle animals and people being rude to him but ignoring him was something he didn't tolerate.

"What's wrong with you? Can't you talk!" Rover snapped at the vermin. Yet the rat continued to ignore him. Rover let out a grunt and went back to where he had been sitting. His mother was right—rats are jerks.

"Popstar!" the porter yelled out, "Now arriving at Popstar! Eek, eek!" The rat's ears had perked up when the town name was called. The train slowly came to a stop and the rat got up and began running for the door. While he was running he bumped into a chicken who had been getting out of his seat. The briefcase the rat was carrying was sent flying and when it landed it swung open. A couple of beakers filled with some sort of gooey liquid flew out and shattered.

"Oops, sorry about that!" the chicken apologized. The rat quickly got up, muttered some foul language and shoved the chicken to the floor and made his way towards the exit again. "Well, same to you, pal!" the chicken yelled after the rat.

Rover grinned. He knew it was rude to find it amusing, but part of him liked seeing that rat trip and drop his briefcase. He inwardly chuckled as the scene replayed in his head. "Serves him right," Rover said, "rude little jerk."

The rat stumbled off the train and asked the porter how long before the train would leave. "The train will be taking off to Vernon within ten minutes. You best hurry up! Eek, eek!"

The rat in the trench coat made his way to two other rats, both dressed in lab coats. One was tall and skinny and he wore a pair of thick glasses, the other was short. The rat in the coat muttered to the two what had happened on the train.

"You did what!" yelled the short one but at the same time keeping his voice low to avoid attention, "You idiot! Do you realize what you've done?"

"Y-yes… and I'm s-sorry…" the rat in the coat stuttered.

"Damn it all." said the taller rat, "That whole train is going to get contaminated. Now what do we do?" The two rats in lab coats huddled up and began to whisper to each other. The rat in the coat tried to overhear what they were saying, but couldn't make anything out.

"We have to make sure no word of this ever gets out! It could destroy us!" the short rat whispered.

"But what can we do?" the taller rat responded, "That whole train will be infected in no time!"

"Well, we have to do something!"

"But we never had to handle a situation like this one!"

"First time for everything."

"So what do we do?"

The shorter rat thought for a moment, than got an idea. "Let's give him the new bio-weapon."

"What? But that's untested!" the taller rat protested. "There's no telling what those things will do!"

"You have any better ideas!" the short rat snapped. "Besides, if all else fails we still have a contact in Vernon that can help get the job done."

"Well…" the taller rat thought, "fine. We have to do something." The short rat nodded and made his way to their car, which was parked nearby. He opened the trunk of the vehicle and pulled out a large metallic briefcase and handed it to the rat in the coat.

"Here," said the short lab rat, "take this. Open it as soon as the train starts moving and all of your troubles will be solved. The code for the lock is 3681."

"B-but," questioned the rat in the trench coat, "w-what is it?"

"Do not question us." the tall rat said firmly. "Just do as you are told to do."

"Y-yes sirs." the rat in the trench coat responded, "I-I'm very sorry. I-I won't let U-Umbrella down."

"Vernon! All aboard for Vernon! Eek, eek!" called the porter.

"Hurry up." The short rat commanded, "And remember the code. 3681." The rat in the trench coat nodded and made his way back to the train, dragging the case along with him—whatever it was inside, it was heavy.

Rover spotted the rat getting back in his seat, now carrying an even larger Umbrella briefcase—this time it was metallic. Rover wasn't even going to waste his time trying to make conversation with the rat this time. Still, he did find it odd the rat would get off the train just to get back on… But he wasn't about to loose sleep over it.

The train began moving and slowly began to pick-up its speed. The rat in the trench coat decided to do what he was told to do and open the briefcase as soon as the train was in motion.

He found the electronic lock and punched in the code "3681". The locks suddenly became undone and a burst of cold air came rushing out. The rat opened the briefcase to see what was inside and it appeared to be… leeches? Scratch that—frozen leeches.

"What in the world?" the rat muttered out loud. Suddenly the leeches began to thaw—it must have been the room temperature. Yes, he could see them beginning to squirm and move. How were leeches supposed to solve his problems?

Rover was back to staring out the window, watching the trees as the train passed them by. He had counted seventy-eight since they had left Popstar. Needless to say, he was bored as hell. Rover let out a sigh and leaned back in his seat.

"Could this day possibly get anymore dull?" he said out loud. Suddenly he heard something he had never heard before—a scream. Oh sure, he had heard screams before but not anything like this scream. This was a blood-curdling scream.

Rover looked to the direction of the noise and his jaw fell down at the sight. It was the rat, the same rat in the trench coat. But he was covered in—what appeared to be—leeches. They were all over his body, as if they were feasting. The screams continued to come from the covered rat—each more inaudible than the last.

Suddenly the screams ceased and the leeches left the rats body, now a dead corpse. Panic and confusion overtook the animals on board. And then the leeches began to attack any animal they could get close to.

Rover didn't know what to do, let alone what was happening. He quickly got out of his seat and made his way to the engineers to warn them. But when he got there they were already being eaten alive. He stumbled out of the engineer's cart, completely terrified.

"What—what the hell is happening!" he screamed. It then struck the cat that the train was close to Vernon. He had to warn his friend, Tom Nook, about what was happening! He stumbled to the phone and picked it up, beginning to dial the number of his friend. There was no answer—the line was dead.

"Just typical." Rover muttered. He looked at the animals getting attacked by these horrible creatures in disbelief. He wanted to help, but he didn't know what to do. Suddenly something squirmed up Rover's back and bit him in the neck. He was getting attacked!

He screamed and began pulling the leeches off his body, throwing them on the floor and stomping on them. Then he felt a bump—the train was going too fast. It was becoming derailed. It was going to crash and Vernon was only seconds away. He could even see the train station.

The train then tipped over and began to skid on the ground—it crashed into the train station and sent Rover flying. Everything became silent and Rover was lying on the floor with the little strength he had left as more and more hungry leeches began to feast on his body.

Never trust a rat.