After re-reading the short two chapters I had of this, I have decided to rewrite it since the Resident Evil series has finally been completed. Hopefully I can extend the rewrite past the paltry two chapters I made of it before.

Enjoy!


When Sam was twenty-one, he was selected for a special position in Umbrella's super-secret and very lucrative lab in the HIVE to continue developing for the company.

Seeing no reason to turn down the job offer, especially since he was the lone person who had the programming and firing code to the project that had landed him on Umbrella's radar in the first place, he was soon moved to Raccoon City and sent to the underground facility to act as head programmer.

By the end of the first year he was so sick of the back-stabbing and the lack of privacy (courtesy of that creepy artificial intelligence known as the "Red Queen") that he started making his own AI out of boredom and a desire to cut off access to his part of the labs from the overly controlling program. Well, her and the Board of Directors.

Dr. Isaacs gave him a really bad feeling, and Wesker was even worse in his opinion.

Which was why shortly after the Micheal Sword was completed, Sam 'accidentally' lost the firing codes due to a minor lab accident that left them completely unreadable. Worse, the AI (and he had a few of them now) that had the codes had been deleted after one of his rivals in the company decided to be an ass.

That poor bastard was subsequently fired when the company realized what happened. And because of all the defensive weaponry on the Micheal Sword satellite, they couldn't approach it without being destroyed...the lasers that were originally designed for protection against space debris made certain that no one could get near it without the proper authorization codes, which were lost when the notes were destroyed. And Sam had been far too busy trying to salvage his work to remember what they were.

Which meant a multi-million dollar weapon satellite that harnessed solar energy to fire actual lasers from space onto earth in a way that was impossible to defend against was now rendered useless.

Umbrella was not pleased, but there was little they could do against Sam since he had very little to do with the original codes being lost.

After one too many complaints from the Red Queen about one of the two lone surviving AI made by Sam, he was relocated somewhere aboveground.

Sam couldn't be happier. He hated being in the HIVE, especially when the place was controlled by that creepy artificial intelligence that could turn homicidal at the drop of a hat if anything went wrong. And considering the primary use of the lab in question was experimental viral weaponry, there was a lot that could go wrong.

Sam just prayed to god that the project he had "lovingly" called Project Lucifer never got out. Nasty plagues were one thing, but he really didn't want to be on the wrong end of a freaking zombie apocalpyse.

"Sammy! I thought you'd be stuck in that cave forever, with the way things were going!" said Dean.

He had joined Umbrella's special forces for the soul purpose of being assigned to his brother's labs. He had always taken his duty to protect Sam seriously, so it was a relief when he found out that his brother had been transferred out of the HIVE and to one of the aboveground labs.

"It's good to see you Dean. How is that special program I sent you working out?"

Dean grinned and tapped the ear piece his brother had sent him shortly after the boredom got to be too much.

"Cas is awesome," said Dean.

Castiel, or "Cas" as Dean called him, was one of the two surviving AI that Sam had made in his fit of boredom while waiting for the slump he was in to pass. His "brother" Gabriel, was the one that had pissed off the Red Queen to the point that they transferred him out.

Castiel wasn't very impressive. He had a limited ability to interact with others and mostly acted as Dean's personal assistant and code breaker. While he could learn, Dean often had to take time and explain random things like slang or the odd sayings that people took for granted.

Like "pulling the wool over your eyes", or "kicked puppy". Castiel took things a little too literally, which lead to a lot of confusion on his part and Dean's minor amusement as he had to clarify what people actually meant.

Gabriel was considerably more fun loving and was more of a mischievous puppy. He kept playing pranks in the HIVE, hence why the Red Queen got so irritated that she demanded they get rid of him or better yet, both of them.

Dean took his little brother out to eat, and Sam was still the taller of the two.

"How have you been?"

"Better. Working at Umbrella is exhausting and they're still pissed that I lost the codes to the satellite and wasted so much time with those special AI. I think the only reason they ignored the fact I sent you one was because Castiel had limited intelligence and barely had any functions outside of acting as your guardian angel of sorts."

"You got that right," said Dean.

Cas had saved his ass more times than he could count, once he figured out how to use him in the field. The AI could hack faster than half the humans he was often stuck with, was able to discreetly track signals and listen in on enemy conversations without anyone noticing, and was like having a digital guardian angel at your back.

The fact he could be uploaded to a simple ear piece that was easy to carry, waterproof, and was recharged via a solar-powered battery meant that Dean could carry him everywhere. It didn't hurt that he was digitally able to sync to the Umbrella satellites and a few others, so even if Dean lost his ear piece he could always download him right back onto a new one.

Even if his soldier buddies all thought he was nuts for treating an AI like an actual person.

The two were just getting a beer when Gabriel spoke up.

"Sam, the Red Queen just turned homicidal. Everyone in the complex is dead and the security team in the mansion was knocked out."

Sam paused, then took out his cell phone.

Are you sure?

"I'm still in her servers, though she hasn't noticed me yet."

Gabriel was a master at making little bolt holes...part of his programming was deliberately written like a virus so it was very difficult to fully delete him.

After what happened to the rest of his little side project, Sam had deliberately altered Gabriel's programming. Castiel was safe because his core data was added to a server no one could reach without the right security clearance, which only Sam had.

If someone could access that server, then he would have a bigger problem on his hands than someone trying to delete a semi-intelligent AI.

Fortunately very few cared about Castiel enough to delete him. Gabriel, on the other hand...

Sam thought over what to do with this information, before he realized he had only one option.

Hack the server and take over the main HIVE from the Red Queen. Fake her presence there and warn me if something happens. We can't let Lucifer out.

Gabriel's programming went into overdrive at that command. Thanks to the multiple 'holes' he had created in the HIVE server, accessing it remotely was simple. No one paid attention to minor functions like the lights and the climate controls, much less the computers that dealt with the sounds that did it's best to fool the scientists into believing they were working above ground.

"I'm in. Taking over control of the HIVE...now."

Gabriel was able to hack the Red Queen's original core, after Sam was called in to fix what the maintanence team called a 'minor glitch'. The Red Queen had killed one of the maintenance team via the laser corridor outside her mainframe room, which had forced them to go in and find out why. Since Sam had made a lot of progress in intelligent AI's at the time, they asked him for help.

No one knew he had deliberately left a back door hidden in one of the easily overlooked functions of the Red Queen. One Gabriel had just used.

In order to insure she couldn't get rid of him, he infected her servers with malicious glee. Unlike him, the Red Queen was forced to remain solely on Umbrella servers and couldn't infect others with her code. Besides, Gabriel always backed up his data on the same server Castiel was hidden on.

Sam kept up the illusion everything was fine, while Gabriel kept him up to date in regards to the HIVE.

It was only when they reached Dean's apartment, and he secured it against external surviellance that he confronted his younger brother.

"Okay, what the hell happened while we were at lunch? You've been twitchy since your first beer."

Sam insured no one could overhear the conversation they were about to have.

"The Red Queen just went homicidal and killed everyone in the main HIVE," said Sam bluntly. "All the scientists are dead."

Dean's expression was horrified.

"What?!"

"Gabriel still has an in with those servers, so he alerted me the second it happened. Mostly because I wanted to be very sure if a certain virus they were working on ever got loose."

"Is this the same thing that you flippantly called Project Lucifer because it would create hell on earth if it got out?"

"Unfortunately," said Sam.

"And that bitch AI just killed all the scientists? Dammit Sammy, do you realize how close I came to losing you?!"

"Ah, actually I might have been fine since she used the gas. Gabriel was in control of my personal lab and he would have cut off the air intake the second he realized what she let out. Besides, after seeing that in her programming I made damn sure to have contingencies for that sort of thing, like a gas mask and a rebreather," said Sam.

After realizing the Red Queen had zero issue with killing people, Sam had become extra paranoid being underground with her in control of the system. It was one of the main reasons he had Gabriel hack into the core computer and discreetly remove his personal labs out of her control. That and he made sure to have several contingencies to keep him alive should she try to kill everyone.

Including a gun.

Dean looked at his brother.

"So what should we do?"

"Remember that old cabin Uncle Bobby has? We need to make it a bolt hole in case things go to shit. Oh, and if anyone asks I'm making up for a lot of forgotten birthdays and Christmas presents by giving you access to my research budget in order to purchase any sort of gun and ammunition you can possibly get away with."

Dean winced. For Sam to give him that sort of budget things had to be really bad.

"How bad are we talking about here?"

"Let me put it this way... the virus I called Project Lucifer was designed to create zombies and eventually mutate to make them even more dangerous. One bite, one scratch and you become one of them unless you can access the anti-virus quick enough."

In a world with billions of people, that sort of virus would be absolutely devastating. It was no wonder his brother had become so paranoid about it getting out.

That sort of thing would easily wipe out entire cities, never mind countries, in a matter of days.

Sam was already planning contingencies.

"So what's our main plan?"

"I'm going to find the best ship we can get...something we can load your Baby onto once we make her a tank and then start planning for the worst," said Sam. "These things can't swim that easily, and with how big the ocean is it's our safest bet once things deteriorate to the point no one would bother stopping us."

Dean perked up at that.

"Can we steal an aircraft carrier or something?"

"Too noticeable, not to mention way too bulky, and don't get me started on how difficult it would be to keep that thing fueled," said Sam immediately. "Something that can get us to safe ports during nasty storms is better for what we want."

"So stock up on guns we can use, ammunition..."

"I would say get some long-term supplies, but anything we try to set up would eventually be noticed by Umbrella and they'd come after us in a heart beat for experimentation," said Sam with a grimace. "Only solution to avoid that would be underground with hidden solar panels for energy, but I wouldn't be shocked if those things eventually learned to dig. And again, we'd be vulnerable to Umbrella finding us. Besides, I've had enough time underground for a long while."

Dean grimaced.

"I would say stay on the move, but eventually we'd tap out all but the big cities... not to mention the hassle of finding other survivors," said Dean.

"We'll have to operate on a case by case basis, depending on how things go. For now, stocking up discreetly is our best bet, especially supplies that can survive like dry goods and bottle water. God only knows once the virus hits, hunting for meat is going to be a major no-go," said Sam.

Gabriel and Castiel were going to have to work extra hard to hide their purchases. If Umbrella found out they were stocking up, it might raise a few questions.

Then again, maybe not. Perhaps they could play it off of old habits now that they were together again as their Uncle Bobby was sort of notorious for being one of those doomsday preppers. His cabin up in the mountains was testament to that, as was the fact that it still had 'edible' (key word: edible...none of it tasted that great) MRE's.

Bobby was still around, but their asshole father had him committed and there wasn't any Umbrella labs close enough to warrant getting him out of the hospital John had put him in.

Both men were almost positive he had done it because Bobby had encouraged Sam and Dean to leave their father for good to achieve their good careers. He was a bastard like that.