Dr Albert Wesker, formerly Captain of the Raccoon city STARS team, stepped out of the heavy steel blast-doors, into the desolated city. He was leaving behind the relatively safe haven of the laboratory. Ironic really, he thought to himself with a wry smile... Usually when there was an outbreak, the laboratory itself proved to be most dangerous. Not this time, due to his careful planning. Vaccinating the entire research staff against all known Umbrella viruses had been a masterstroke.

The blast doors opened into a dark underground room. Actually, it was the bottom floor of an underground carpark, situated directly below the offices of New Umbrella's front company. The carpark was deserted. Well, almost deserted. Within the booth guarding the entranceway, a lone zombie raged fruitlessly against the door keeping him trapped within. The effects of the T virus had already removed most of the man's intelligence. He couldn't even work out to PULL the door towards him to open it.

He was an Umbrella employee, even if he was far too lowly to have been considered for T-virus vaccination. Wesker raised his silenced pistol, and fired a single shot, putting the man out of his misery. Instantly he regretted it. Although he was carrying a large amount of ammunition for the weapons taken from the facility armoury, there was potentially a whole city of the undead to deal with, not to mention... worse things. He had better save his ammunition wherever possible.

Wesker headed up the ramps, and out of the carpark, into the open air. The groans of the undead filled the air as he entered the once-bustling city...

He found himself on a major street of the city, deserted apart from a dozen or zombies feasting on the bodies of their victims. From somewhere in the distance, a human screamed their last, a horrible bloodcurdling wail of agony and despair, the unfortunate citizen doubtless being eaten alive by a zombie or other foul creature.
Wesker shivered involuntarily, holstering his pistol, and instead taking hold of the silenced MP-10 submachine-gun strapped to the back of his black kevlar armour.
He vowed that he would NOT share the same fate.

This was perhaps a foolish promise to make, since Wesker did not know what creatures now lurked within the devastated city. The labs were extensive, and he had not taken charge personally until quite recently. The scientists had not yet managed to check all the holding cages. Several so far had been found burst open. Usually the experimental creatures were kept within special stasis fluid which stopped brain activity. Somehow the plaga parasites had gotten inside the chambers, and were apparantly unaffected by the fluid. Taking control of the bioweapons within, they used these host bodies to escape the labs and vanished into the city.

At the very least, there must be several Hunters and Cerberi roaming the streets, with the added danger of the parasites within, their inherent tendency to work in a team particularily worrying...

An electrical crackle interupted Wesker's thoughts, and a voice spoke into his ear via the tactical earpiece/microphone set mounted there.
"Dr Wesker? The tracker unit is working perfectly. We have you on the map. The birthing plaga would probably head to the centre of the city. That's where the highest population density is, so therefore the greatest supply of host bodies is there also. I suggest you head that way as quickly as possible, to minimise the number of "ganados" you will be facing. Zombies are definitely preferable to those...
Head north on this main road. It should take you there the fastest way possible."

"Affirmative" replied Wesker, walking over to where a car was parked nearby, a partially eaten human lying on the floor just outside of the driver's door, an arm still reaching through the door, gripping the steering wheel. Evidently the guy hadn't quite made it into his vehicle before the undead seized him. Wesker looked inside, luckily finding the keys still inside the ignition. Lifting the dead man, he almost effortlessly threw the body to one side, and wiped off his black gloves on the car upholstery, an expression of distaste flickering across his face.

Wesker got in, and started the engine, the sound attracting the attention of the zombies in the near vicinity. He hit the accelerator, his unnatural speed and skill helping him get to 60 miles per hour within a few seconds, by means of four extremely rapid gear changes. Two zombies immediately in the path of the car bounced off the bonnet, and were sent flying over the car, landing dying in the road. Wesker headed north, as per his instructions. A couple of minutes later, he was making good progress, when he caught sight of a flicker of flame out of the corner of his eye.

A petrol station was about a hundred metres to the car's front and to the right. Wesker was heading right past it. The flicker of flame was moving rapidly across the ground towards one of the pumps. One of the pump heads had caught fire somehow. Although Wesker did not know, nor did he care, a cigarette butt had been smouldering on the floor and touched the trickle of petrol from the nozzle. Wesker slammed on the brakes, and wrenched on the steering wheel, sending the car into a skid. He performed a U-turn at a ridiculously fast speed, yet somehow kept control. But he was still all too close to the gas pump when it exploded...

A massive fireball erupted into the sky, flipping the car violently through the air, sending it crashing into nearby shop-front. The explosion also destroyed several blocks of flats nearby, causing their rubble to topple into the road, utterly blocking it...

After the deafening explosion, silence reigned, apart from the crackling of flames. But after a minute or so, another sound was noticable. The hungry moaning of the undead, closing in fron all around, heading for the wrecked car where Wesker was trapped. The scent of his flesh attracted them...

Something moved within the wreck. Wesker had survived. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he looked around him. The car was upside down, the front end buried inside a shop. And the door was jammed. With a mighty punch, Wesker ripped the door from its hinges, and clambered from the vehicle. Then he heard it, the sound of the approaching undead. He looked towards the hole the car had made in the wall of the building. Hundreds of zombies could be seen approaching from the distance. This was a residential district, with many high-rise apartment blocks. A lot of people, in other words. Now, they were a lot of bloodthirsty monsters out to devour Wesker alive if they could. No way did he have enough ammunition to take on all of these.

Wesker took a quick look around, searching for an alternative exit. And found one. There was a back door, and he headed for it. It was locked, but he broke it down with a kick. Just as he was heading through, something caught his eye. A display cabinet had been knocked over by the car when it burst through the wall, its contents scattering over the floor. This place seemed to be a hardware store, and the item which caught Wesker's eye was a large petrol-powered chainsaw. He grabbed it, along with a can of fuel, and headed through the door, into the back alley behind the building. He would need to find an alternative route to the city centre, and with all the zombies so nearby, it would not be easy...