A/N - This is the first fic I've written, so bare with me. If you have any questions just ask them.

Also, the fic takes place from 22nd September to the point where Raccoon City is flattened. Thus the actual thing may be in two parts at the end. I'll date the chapters, and when the date changes, so that it helps to understand what setting it's in. I have no other things to say, except all that legal info that I don't own the story, the game or the characters. Only the invented characters are my own, which there are a few of.

On with the story.

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Resident Evil

The Fall of Umbrella

Chapter I

City Infected

Amie Harris was a bright student, one of the best in her group. Her perfect attendance and her strong ambition to succeed without failure, often made her look far more unsociable that she actually was. Even though she held her education with great pride, she had a good number of close friends who she could trust and rely on. All of these qualities made her a perfect candidate for a life a biochemistry; the subject she was studying for her degree.

Like her parents before her, she has had a great interest in the subject, and so it was natural that she was to become a scientist in her own rights. Even her lecturer, Professor Logan Forrests, admired her talents. That was why he was happy to offer her as much additional support as she needed, or rather, she wanted. She didn't need help at all.

The two of them were in the Professor's office, the small desk lamp forming a warming glow around them. The walls were usually light from the white paint, but the growing darkness was changing that. Still, it remained quite inviting. Nothing looked out of place, not even the old teaching props he usually uses. One side of the desk was littered with newspaper clippings, regarding the homicide attacks in the Arkley Mountains last July. Something about it had sparked interest in both of the scientists sat around the oak desk. But they weren't reviewing those; they were looking over the start of semester essay he had set earlier that week. There was a diary sat upon the clippings.

"This essay is very good overall. You've obviously researched the subject area, and several others to support your analysis. There is very little I can say to make adjustments to it, apart from one thing." The Professor pointed at a particular paragraph on the paper. "Here, you explore the reaction in detail, but you could expand on this further. Research the ways that the reaction can be completely controlled in order to produce maximum yield of the product. Look at the factors which will affect the position of the equilibrium to have this effect. Don't forget to take into account the economical factors too, which will need to be added into the conclusion."

The Professor had very little problems with any of his favourite student's work. It was structured logically, it followed coherently from paragraph to paragraph. The ideas were always supported with more than sufficient evidence and calculations where necessary. Disagreeing with anything laid out in front of him proved very difficult.

"Right. I'll have a look into that tomorrow before lecture." Amie took out her notepad and made a note on the first blank piece, somewhere near the end. She didn't need to put too much detail down, because she had a great memory and knew already where to look.

"I'll walk you down to the main doors. I need to alert the janitor of out leaving."

Professor Logan reached for his coat and put it on over his clean, white lab coat. He took the diary from the desk and hid it in the inside pocket, whilst Amie shouldered her bag using both straps. She led the way out of the office and into the corridor outside. Logan locked the door behind him and walked by the student's side. They continued to talk but not about the subject.

"So, do you live far away?" Logan sounded curious, but didn't make eye contact with her.

"About 20 minutes away down the main road. I live along Hardy Street." She was curious too, about the question. "Why?"

"It's dark outside, that's all. I don't like the idea of you walking around outside alone. There have been strange reports lately from the police. I'm sure you've heard?" Logan's voice was honest. He was a caring person by nature, and a lot of his students knew that.

"Yes, I've heard. Some people believe it has something to do with the Arkley Incident, but Chief Irons thinks otherwise. He says everything is under control. What do you think?"

"I think things are going to get worse. These reports seem to have something in common, and I've heard things which would make them hard to believe. I just hope things don't get any worse."

"Why is that?" Amie wasn't sure what the Professor was getting at, but he just ended the conversation.

"It's just a gut feeling, that's all."

Logan opened the door at the end of the corridor that led out into the lobby. It was a spectacular area which made the university strike as appealing to many people, including those from other cities. They stopped in the middle of the room, and Logan looked to the door at the other side.

"I'll leave you here. I need to go and find the caretaker so that he can lock up. He shouldn't be too far away." Logan faced Amie. "You sure you'll be fine getting home. I can give you a lift if you hold on for a minute."

"No. I'll be fine. I don't want to give you any trouble." Amie was slightly nervous at the proposal, but she shook it off quickly.

"If you are sure." He began to walk away from her, but didn't take his eyes off her. "See you in the morning." His head turned away and he headed for the security room across the hall.

Amie opened the double oak doorsand stepped out into the night. She looked at her watch, 9:28. She had to hurry back home. Her parents knew she was staying out late, but they worried about her well-being as much as her lecturer did. This thought made her laugh a little, but it soon wore off as a breeze began to blow. Taking the stone steps away from the building, she followed the path leading out of the grounds. She had her head down, thinking of what she would do when she got back home. First things first; dinner. She hadn't eaten since lunch time, and her stomach was beginning to get a little frustrated by this long gap between meals.

She reached the gates, but looked up suddenly at the sound of an explosion in the distance. Looking out through the gates she could see the haze of the fire coming from behind the buildings. However, the thing which caused her to gasp, wasn't the explosion, but the mass of people out in the streets. Each of them were moving slowly, dragging their feet, and making a long groaning noise. Amie let out a scream, which drew their attention to her. They turned to face her, and one by one, they walked towards her, arms outstretched. The ones closest the gates began clawing at her, trying to get a hold of her. She moved backwards, and tripped over a loose flagstone on the floor.

Amie sat on the floor, bewildered, trying to understand what she had just seen. These people were just like the descriptions of the zombies that the S.T.A.R.S members gave in their report of the Spencer Mansion incident. She remembered what Logan had said about things getting worse; and he was right. There were so many of those monsters out in the open that something had obviously gone wrong. From a local mountain forest, the disaster had spread to the nearby city. Whatever was going on, Amie didn't want to try and find out.

She felt someone grab her arm, and immediately screamed. Looking up she saw the face of an ageing man. She saw it was the Professor and began apologising as he helped her up.

"I...I'm sorry. It...it's just..." She couldn't help stammering. She was scared and nervous about what was going on.

"It's alright. Look, let's get out of here. We need to get to somewhere safer. Things look like they are getting worse much quicker than was first thought."

They headed back to the university. There was door on the other side which let out into the car park. Their only choice was to drive out through the mass of zombies in the streets.

"I need to go home first. My parents...I'm not leaving them." Amie was worried for them too. What if something had happened to them? Logan agreed to take her home first. He, too, was concerned for them, as he was with a lot of people.

They ran through the university and it's corridors until they came across the door to the car park.Thankfully, the car park was free from any immediate danger. Logan unlocked his car and opened the door for Amie. She got in, and both of them put on their seatbelts. Logan turned the ignition key, and the car roared into action.

He moved carefully out between the stationery cars, and headed for the gates. The streets were still full of monsters, but in the car they posed no real, or at least obvious, threat. Logan didn't bother to dodge between them. Instead, he sped up and rammed into them, causing them to be forced into the air, landing on the road behind with a thud. He sped up along the main road, and turned into Hardy Street. This street was much quieter than the main; only a couple of zombies could be seen in the distance, occupied by something on the floor. Amie directed him to her house. Logan pulled up behind a red SUV, as Amie removed her seatbelt and flung the car door open. She ran inside whilst Logan turned off the car.

She entered the front room to find her parents sitting together, the tv set showing scenes from somewhere in the city. Despite the large numbers of monsters roaming around, there were still many people alive, including the reporter on the television. They turned to see Amie enter frantically, Logan appearing behind her.

Both of her parents were taken by surprise, but managed to remain somewhat calm in the tense moment.

"Amie, your still alive?" Amie took in the question, but ignored it.

"We have to get out of here, and quick." Amie pointed to the television set. "You've seen them walking the streets. It's getting much worse." She grabbed for her mother to get them out of the house. "Come on, hurry up."

Her mother pulled herself loose from Amie's grip, and regained her usual posture. Her father stood between them trying to take control of the situation. He spoke calmly as to keep the moment less tense.

"Ok. We'll leave in the car. We were waiting for you to get back home before we set off. If there was a chance you were still alive, we didn't want to miss you. It would be crazy to let our only daughter fend for herself in this mess." He turned and looked towards Logan. They knew who he was from the last meeting they had. "Will you be coming with us?"

Logan shook his head slowly. "I'm afraid not. I have..."

"WHAT! You have to come. You can't stay here. You'll get killed." Amie was shouting at him, waving her arms around frantically. She was scared and couldn't understand why her lecturer would want to stay in this city. "Why do you want to stay here?"

"As I was about to say. I need to return to my apartment to collect a few important things. Memento's of my late wife. I cannot possibly leave without them." He looked unhappy at the thought, but out of respect for his deceased love, he wouldn't be persuaded otherwise. "I will meet up with you at the service station outside the city, alright?"

Amie sighed, but nodded her head. "Ok. We'll meet you there. Just make sure you don't get killed, alright?" She cared for Logan's welfare, like he did hers. It was a neutral relationship, nothing more than student and lecturer.

"Very well. I will leave now, before things get any worse. I suggest you do the same, Mr and Mrs Harris." He left them with a small bow and saw himself out of the house.

Amie heard the familiar sound of the car's engine, and it's take off. She looked to her parents pleadingly, and they nodded their heads in response. Mr Harris reached for his keys and follwed his family outside. Amie held onto her mother's arm for comfort, like a small child would when in an unfamiliar place. To Amie, this was not the city she grew up in, everything was different. It was like a scene out of horror movie. It was just like the report made by the RPD's special force...horryfying, and completely nerve-wrecking.