A/N: Okay, this is my first Resident Evil fanfic and I want to explain a few things. First of all I have played a good amount of Resident Evil games (Zero, 1, the remake, 2, 3, 4, Code Veronica X, and Survivor) so I know pretty much who the Resident Evil characters are and will include each character from Resident Evil Zero, the first one, the second one, and Nemesis EXCEPT Ada, Carlos(I have played Nemesis before, but that was years ago, so I honestly don't even remember who Carlos IS), and all the minor characters that didn't do a damn thing in the games but stand around(but I may include Sherry if I feel like it).

This story stars Billy from Resident Evil Zero and his younger sister, who is found in a prison and returns to her hometown only to find it full of zombies and monsters infected with the newest virus from Umbrella. It takes place a year after Zero and although I do like Billy and Rebecca as a couple, I'm not really sure if I'm going to state any pairings, but I might later on in the story. And the first few chapters will be in Billy's POV, so I hope nobody gets confused.

The Evil Returns

Ch. 1- Life Sucks

Disclaimer- I don't own Resident Evil, but if I did then it would be so much easier to give my sister nightmares.

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When I was a little kid, I used to think that life was good. I had everything that any normal kid had, but now, in my later years, I realize that it's almost the complete opposite. I was in my second year of middle school, but I had lost everything. I was in the Marines, but I still got blamed and arrested for murders that I didn't commit. I survived in both a train and a mansion filled with zombies and other weird monsters with a cop that could have easily shot me or turned me in but didn't and in the end, I was claimed as dead. Yeah, life really sucks.

My new home was in this place called "Newport" in the state of Oregon. It wasn't necessarily a bad place to live. The air here smelled a bit differently from the other places I've lived in, it was a little more than a thousand miles away from Raccoon City, and I didn't have to change my name here because nobody really cared that I was a convict somewhere else.

My job here wasn't really all that bad. I worked as a repairman at the building that held both Ripley's Believe it or Not and Wax Works. The job paid minimum wage, just enough for me to afford a small two bedroom apartment, which happened to be a real shit hole, but I couldn't complain. I never really planned on staying in this town, anyway.

I honestly hated where I lived. My apartment was nearby the Marina, so I couldn't open up the windows unless I wanted the whole place to smell. The two bedrooms were extremely small, about the size of the living room. The bathroom and kitchen were a lot smaller than that. I hated every little thing about the apartment, but I couldn't leave. Not until I found the one person I had been looking for for fourteen years already…Lilie Coen, my sister.

I have a partially burned picture of both her and myself from years ago, just a little bit before our parents died. I was thirteen. Lilie wasn't even two. My parents are in the photo also, but the fire that killed them also burned most of them in the photo. Only Lilie and I were left untouched by the flames both in the photo and in real life.

I never knew what happened to Lilie since we were separated a few days after my parents died. We were put in the care of some guy that worked with my father until he could find appropriate homes for me and Lilie. I went to school that day like I normally did, but when I got home, Lilie was gone and another came to take me to a new home. I never saw her after that.

I wanted to see her again so badly, but nobody would tell me where she was or who exactly adopted her. In the fourteen years we have been separated, I've never stopped looking for her. I couldn't stop looking. Every day I thought about her. What did she look like? Or more importantly, where exactly did she live?

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After work the next day, I decided to stop somewhere new…the Newport Library. The only person inside was the elderly librarian. I gave her a nod and headed for one of the computers in the back of the library. The computers were at least five years old, but they still worked as if they were one of the newest models.

Finding fourteen year old newspaper articles on the internet wasn't very hard, especially when it was about a fire that killed a mother and father and left two children orphaned. No, the hard part was finding out where Lilie was. I searched hundred, possibly even thousands of sites with the name "Coen" on it, but those sites were mostly about me, not Lilie.

I was about to give up, when I decided to take a chance and replace the "Coen" with the name "Lilie". A match then came up. My blue eyes widened and a gasp escaped from my lips as I read the article off the computer screen:

Marysville News Times

Fifteen year old Lilie Varn was arrested on Saturday, April 10 for causing an explosion that killed 23 people and injured ten others.

The explosion came from the girl's locker room at Marysville High School during a school dance. One student claimed that she saw Lilie was alone to the locker room with a red cylinder item then leave the school ground minutes later. The explosion happened twenty minutes later.

The school quickly caught fire, but was luckily put out. The police checked the school surveillance cameras and saw Lilie alone as she placed the item on the walls. She was questioned the next day at her home in front of her adopted father. She pleaded innocent, but her plea was ignored and she was arrested. Lilie was immediately moved to Maxwell Prison twenty miles away from Marysville.

My eyes got wider. Lilie Varn? Was that her? The article had stated that she was fifteen years old and adopted. Her name was still Lilie, but what really shocked me was that she was already living the life that I was living, already in prison for killing 23 people.

There was a picture along with the article of Lilie. Her hair was long and in soft curls, her face was thin, and a serious look was on her face. I couldn't believe how much she looked like me.

I went to another search engine and searched for maps of the Maxwell Prison. I was surprised to find it only about ten miles west of Raccoon City. I couldn't believe it. One of the reasons I came to Newport was to find Lilie and I was getting farther from her.

Quickly, I printed out the map of the Maxwell Prison and the article about Lilie. I got off the computer and headed back to my own shit hole apartment. Once there, I called my boss and asked for a week off from work. He refused at first, but then gave me the week off.

After the phone call, I immediately began packing up things that I would need for my trip to see Lilie: clothes, food, and the little money I had saved, before heading to my bedroom to get to sleep.

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At about 5:30 in the morning, I practically threw everything I packed the night before into my car and heading towards the prison that was holding Lilie inside. The smell of the Marina had escaped into the car and stunk it up even worse than my shit hole apartment.

The drive took longer than I expected it would take. I drove for five days with very little rest from the rest stops, but I didn't give up. I had to see her and I refused to give up until I found her.

I made it to the Maxwell Prison on the fifth day at 2pm. When I got there, I immediately knew that something was wrong.

When I got arrested, there were tons of police cars everywhere, I heard the sounds of the guards yelling at the prisoners, and there was an iron gate in the front that was almost always closed, but this prison was different.

The Maxwell Prison was large like the prison I went to, but the police cars here looked as if a train crashed into them. The gate in the front was also there, but it was knocked down and the entire place was silent. Oh yeah. Something was definitely wrong.

Stepping inside the prison, I smelled a smell that I never wanted to smell again…decaying flesh. The inside was even more trashed than the outside. Desks were knocked over, papers were littered all over the floor, and blood stained the ground.

I noticed a few papers stapled together on a chair with writing on them. I would have ignored it if I hadn't have seen the name "Lilie" on it. I picked it up and began to read:

April 30

I've been doing some research on that girl, Lilie Varn, who killed 23 people by setting a bomb in her school. It turns out that her last name happens to be Coen and she's the sister of the convict, Billy Coen, who killed 23 people years ago. Doesn't surprise me. Coens are usually bad news, especially since their father spent a good time in jail. Guess the apple never falls far from the tree.

May 1

I can't stand the looks that that little Coen bitch is giving me. All she does is stare at me with a hateful look, so I moved her in with inmate 19141119, whatever his name is, the murderer. He should give that little Coen bitch a scare.

May 9

The boss allowed the Umbrella Corporation to experiment on the inmates…but only if the mates are desperate to escape. If they don't want to be experimented on, then they'll stay in their jail cells and rot. Seems fair to me…as long as I don't have to worry about Lilie anymore.

May 15

Inmate 19141119 is gone to take the experiments. The Coen bitch stayed and stared at me with her hateful blue eyes. God, I hate her. I hope she rots in Hell forever with her father.

May 28

Inmate 19141119 died today from one of the experiments, but he came back as this monster. I lured him back to his cell so he could deal with Lilie. I left laughing.

I don't know what he did to her, but I remember hearing her scream so I assume that her new friend killed her. Good riddance.

May 31

The T-2 virus…that's what they injected into Inmate 19141119 and made him a monster. Now more inmates have turned into the monsters. One of the little bastards bit me, but Andy blew its head off and killed it. I bled a little, but I was able to bandage my bite and stop the bleeding.

June 1

I've been feeling nauseas all day. This morning I scratched my neck and a huge chunk fell to the floor. Dammit, what the hell is happening?

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I stared at the papers, squinting and scanning while trying to understand what the blots of dried blood on the papers covered. I was able to read through most of it, but I couldn't understand what Umbrella was doing in a prison and experimenting on inmates. I wasn't even sure if Lilie was still alive or even where her cell was.

A familiar groan came from behind me, a sound which I never wanted to hear again since I escaped from the Umbrella Research Center a year ago with Rebecca.

Turning my head slowly, I stared into the decaying face of one o f the few things I never wanted to see again in my life…a zombie...and it was heading for me with its mouth wide open and its arms forward.

I searched around the room where I stood for a gun, a knife, or anything else I could use to fight the zombie with, but there was nothing. Not even a simple little pocket knife was around, only papers, a desk, and a chair.

The zombie grabbed my arms. I tried kicking it away, but the thing wouldn't let go of me. I thought I was going to die.

Suddenly, gunshots came from behind the zombie and within seconds, the thing was killed before it bit me.

"Billy!" A woman's voice called out from the shadows behind the zombie. The woman stepped out of the shadows with a look of concern on her face. I couldn't believe who it was, "Rebecca?"

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A/N: Okay, that was my first chapter. Newport, Oregon is a real place. My dad took me and my sister there last summer for a little road trip and took us to Ripley's Believe it or Not and Wax Works(which is a wax person museum) and both were so cool! If you don't like this story, then please don't flame me. This is my first Resident Evil fic and I'm really trying and I will try to make the next chapter more interesting.