Standard Disclaimer
Prologue
Who ever knew? Even as civilians roamed around aimlessly, they were secretly nothing more than rats. Just miniscule pieces to a much larger plot that they would never be able to fully comprehend. Most of all, this abominable experiment was masked behind a commonality known mostly as… a city. Even when the puzzle snapped and the city was infested with the living dead, only a select few were able to rise up and overcome the odds. The ones responsible… they had no intentions on giving up just yet…
- Umbrella Incorporation's Old Headquarters, 2006
A stray figure tentatively skulked through a bare, frigid corridor. Piercing, steel green eyes danced around the area with a glint of suspicion. Momentarily pausing, he pressed his seared hand against a dust-caked pair of doors. With slight pressure, the door creaked modestly ajar, yawning into a lightly illuminated dwelling. Reassuring himself, he slipped into the dim pool of light with anticipation snaking through his veins.
There, not even fifty feet away, were the metallic file cabinets whose contents would make him God. Crowbar in hand, he advanced around the cluttered floors and knelt before the electronically locked cabinets. A victorious "yes" whispered through his pursed lips before jamming the flat end into the gap. She was right, the figure mused, perfect fit.
The task at hand was becoming particularly difficult. The drawer just would not give. His strength focused, he wanted the contents more than life itself. SNAP! The drawer gave way and jaggedly parted from its base. The plastic folders reflected the fluorescent lighting into his orbs, only working to bring out the greed twinkling within them. With one victorious gasp, he took the entirety of the contents and quickly retreated out of the room.
- Board Room
One, lengthy, mahogany table shot down the length of the room, accompanied by a set of ebony, leather-laden chairs. At its head stood one figure whose expression held a cold, distant structure to it. Her dark locks were tightly pulled back into a meticulously perfected bun, somewhat enhancing the aging features on her face. Her heels clicked as she approached a working computer console not far behind her. Her wry index finger pressed the intercom button, as feedback screeched throughout the corridors.
"Everyone in the board room. Now!" Her hoarse voice cried, a reminder that she was virtually always louder than she needed to be. "Where the hell is mouse?"
As if on cue, there was a terrible impact against the doors. The woman jolted around to rivet her eyes upon a scrawny-looking male. "My apologies, mademoiselle Devon," he quickly pleaded as though a life were at stake. Ms. Devon, an aging woman halfway through the life expectancy could only nod, anxious for the files in mouse's arms. Hesitantly he approached, handing her the armful of data without averting his eyes from it. Snatching the files, Ms. Devon paced to her seat and slammed the files down on the table. The doors swung open once more, this time with some decency, and half a dozen people filed into the room. Slapped in the face with a smirk, Ms. Devon gestured toward the seats and everyone promptly sat down.
"We are going to bring Umbrella research back to life," she eerily began, a grin crossing her expression, "and it all starts with you." With this, she slid the files across the polished table and in doing so drew the eyes of all.
(A/N: I know this is short and vague, but it is just a prologue to what is currently going on. Just bare with me. Chapter 1 comes if I get two or three reviews!)