Hello there. I've always loved the Resident Evil games, so in honor of REO: File 2's release, I began this little fic about the game and its predecessor. It's my first Resident Evil fic, so please be nice. (Even though it's about the underrated Outbreak games and I'm a Yoko fan hiding behind a big shield)

DISCLAIMER: I don't own the Resident Evil/Biohazard game franchise… sucks for me.


CHAPTER ONE: OUTBREAK- pt. 1

No one ever saw it coming. The horror that the Umbrella Corporation hid within its secrets. One place in particular was affected by those secrets in the most horrible way possible. That place was Raccoon City.

Jack's Bar- most of the time known as J's Bar- was experiencing a regular night. It wasn't too busy nor too empty. The guitar blared out of the speakers of the jukebox. The bar was clean and was plainly arranged. Like any other bar, it had an area where the bartender made drinks. Jack, the owner, had not only supplied the bar with beer, but with a fine selection of wines as well. There was a television set hanging in the corner tuning in to the news. One of the unique features of the place were the large wooden barrels that were being used as tables. It just seemed like a regular metropolis bar.

Kevin Ryman was sitting on his usual stool and happily drinking. The cop had gotten his second rejection letter from S.T.A.R.S.- Special Tactics and Rescue Squad. The carefree man was a good shot, but it was that carefree attitude and reckless decisions that got him in trouble and kept him away from S.T.A.R.S. "Oh well, third time's the charm," whispered Kevin as he happily sipped on his drink.

Kevin looked around the bar to see familiar faces. Sitting to the right was Mark Wilkins and Bob Smith. Both were security guards and family men. To his left sat the very shady regular David King, a plumber with a past. Behind him was the trained surgeon George Hamilton, newspaper reporter Alyssa Ashcroft, and subway operator Jim Chapman. The bell above the door rang as a nerdy Asian woman walked through the threshold and straight into the ladies' room.. Cindy the waitress was handing out drinks that Will prepared when a large rat ran across the floor. The poor woman shrieked and dropped her tray. She apologized to everyone for the distraction.

The bell rang again. A man that looked even more shady than Mr. King stepped into the room rather stiff. "Bob, where your mind at?" asked Mark. Mark's partner didn't look too well. The new man's strange groans were noticed by no one other than Will. "May I help you?" Will asked skeptically. The man let out another groan and went for Will's neck. Will struggled under the force, but he eventually got the stiff man off. "Bob!" Mark exclaimed as Bob fell to the floor. More faces pressed up against the bar's windows. "HOLY SHIT!" yelled a frightened Jim.

Cindy rushed across the room towards Will. Dr. Hamilton was already at work. A scream came from the women's restroom. "Halt! Surrender immediately!" yelled Kevin. The man wouldn't stop, so Kevin shot him in the knee. The pale flesh absorbed the bullet, but it didn't slow the man down. George and Cindy already pulled the injured Will away. Kevin aimed again, this time for the head. The stiff man was within swiping distance when Kevin pulled the trigger.

Meanwhile in the women's restroom, the Asian girl was having a few problems of her own. Another one of those damned things came in through a ventilation hole. It was beginning to close in on her! Reflexively, she pushed the thing that used to be human in the face and began to crawl towards the door. Unfortunately the thing caught up and was about to go in for the kill. Suddenly the door opened with David coming at the creature and slashing it three times before it went down. "Come on lil' sista," said Alyssa as she pulled the girl out of the bathroom.

"Hey! One of you help me with these!" exclaimed Kevin. He was currently trying to block the door with the barrel tables. Alyssa rushed to his aid while Jim and the Asian girl helped out Mark with Bob. Try as he might, George could not stop the bleeding. "Cindy," Will muttered, "take this key and lead the others upstairs." Cindy nodded and opened the locked staff door. Jim ran through the door before anyone else. He was followed by David and Mark assisting the wounded Bob with the girl in tow. Alyssa was next and was followed by George and Kevin shouldering Will to the steps. Will turned to Cindy and asked, "May I have the key back?" Cindy handed Will the key. With every last ounce of strength he had left, Will opened the door, shut it, and locked it from the other side. "Will!" Cindy cried. "Will! What the hell are you thinking!" yelled Kevin from the other side. "GO!" was the reply from Will. "Ahh! Help me!" screamed Jim, currently being pulled out the window by a pair of undead arms. "Shit…" Kevin muttered under his breath as he went to help the subway employee.

On the other side of the door, Will stuttered, "Ci-cindy… I lo- ahh!" His screams brought poor Cindy to tears. "WILL!" she yelled over and over until George put a hand on her shoulder. "We can't let his sacrifice be in vain," George said. Cindy nodded with a depressing look and headed up the stairs with George.

On top of the steps, Kevin whipped out his .45 automatic and shot at the limbs. The freed Jim thanked Kevin and continued his way up.. Everyone reached the lounge area. A few seconds later. "What are those things?" Alyssa asked a bunch of strangers who were just as clueless as she was. "They seemed to be decomposing," replied the doctor. Kevin noticed the short Asian girl. "Weren't you wearing different clothes earlier?" he spontaneously asked. "Are you some kind of pervert?" asked Alyssa. "No, I'm Kevin. And you are?" "Alyssa Ashcroft. And I don't plan on being food for cannibals." "That goes double for me!" a frightened Jim exclaimed. "Pipe down! Who the heck are you?" "Jim Chapman. You seriously need to cool down lady." Everyone else took turns introducing themselves. "Okay everyone. Fan out and search for anything useful," nagged Alyssa. "Umm… I think I found something," said the Asian girl, Yoko Suzuki. She presented Alyssa with a handgun. It was a standard issue Beretta for use with 9mm bullets. "Keep it. You'll need it more than me," commented Alyssa as she pulled out a stun gun. "A lady must always be prepared." "Some lady," said Jim. Alyssa walked over to Jim and kicked him square in the groin. "Hey you! Why don't you run along and find something useful!" Alyssa spoke loudly as she went off searching. The silent David found a nail gun and built a temporary barricade. Cindy went to her locker to get her first aid kit with Kevin and his firearm close by. George was examining Bob's condition which wasn't too good. Yoko and Jim walked around the rest of the area. Jim found an iron pipe to use while Yoko stored a mixture of herbs into her knapsack.

Just then came a sickening crack of misfortune. The hoard of the undead broke through the door to the first floor. "They're coming!" shouted David as he finished making a homemade blowtorch with a lighter and pesticide spray. Everyone became frantic because the door to the roof was locked. "I found the key!" exclaimed Cindy. She unlocked the door and everyone raced up the stairs.

"Shall we split up and search again?" asked Kevin. Everyone nodded their heads and looked around. Kevin, Cindy, and Jim looked in the wine room. "Wow… Jack's been holding back on us little people." said Kevin with a bit of enthusiasm. It wasn't enough to bring back Cindy's 100-watt smile. Depressed about Will's fate, the ex-waitress continued her search without a word. "Hey! It must be my lucky day!" Jim said. The puzzle-solver found a key for the forklift they saw earlier. The trio went out the door towards the others. David was busy making Molotov Cocktails and already stuffed two down Yoko's knapsack, along with a few first aid sprays. Needless to say, it slowed the girl down, but she grinned (well, not really) and bore with it. Then there was banging on the door. Alyssa quickly took control of the situation. "Kevin, Mark, and David, watch the door; Yoko and Jim, turn on the forklift, bring up the crates, crawl through the vent, and find a way to open this God-forsaken shutter; George and Cindy, watch Bob, by the way take Yoko's gun. Does everyone understand what they need to do?" Everyone nodded, except for David and Jim who just grumbled.


I'm going to stop it here and see if it's worth my time to continue the story. Please review to see if the story continues.

P.S. About Yoko's knapsack, I'm using it through proportion. You can easily fit three first aid sprays and a charm in a knapsack easily and still have a good amount of room left. That also means that I'm not putting a shotgun, grenade launcher, assault rifle, and rocket launcher in it at the same time.