Uncanny Biohazard: Last Escape Chapter 02: Plague

Lyall the Werewolf: I'm back after years of not updating this crossover. Yeah, I'm a liar. And I'm almost not surprised by the lukewarm reception. This isn't a revolutionary idea, and I'm not exactly the best at updating my stories apart from Asuka's adventures as the Sword Hero. Watching X-Men '97 and Deadpool & Wolverine got me motivated to get back on it. Now, I want to pursue this horror story as best I can. For however long, anyway.

(I don't own Resident Evil or X-Men)


New York, Westchester, September 27th, 1998.

It was midnight, and one individual was unable to sleep. It was the owner of the Xavier Institute, a mansion built for special individuals. Mutants. His name was Professor Charles Francis Xavier. He was a man in his early forties. He was bald, had light skin, and brown eyes. Due to his legs being paralyzed, he was bound to a wheelchair.

He sat alone in his office, looking out the window, wearing a grim expression. Something kept him awake, and it was stressful.

A light knock on the office door was heard.

"Come in," Charles said politely. He had a slight British accent.

The door opened, revealing a large, beastly man covered in blue fur. His name was Henry McCoy, better known as Hank. Hank wore yellow pajamas and a sleeping cap. Hank's mutation initially gave him deformities in his legs that granted him superhuman strength and agility, but it eventually evolved to this beast-like form, hence his codename, Beast.

In 1963, Charles Xavier founded the Xavier Institute and formed a team of mutant crime fighters known as the X-Men. Hank was among the first recruits.

Hank was also among those who had noticed the shift in the Professor's behavior lately. He had known Xavier for a long time, so naturally, he was worried for his old friend.

"Charles, it's late. You should be in bed by now." Hank suggested. He didn't get an immediate response from the Professor. This worried Hank. "Is something bothering you, Charles?"

After a long eerie silence, Charles finally answered, "Hank… these past few days, I've been hearing things. Things that no man should ever hear in a single lifetime."

"What kind of things?" Hank asked curiously.

"Voices, Hank. Voices filled with horror, hunger, despair, pain… and the dying of what was once a thing of beauty and vice. The human mind. All in rapid succession." Charles said grimly.

Charles was a mutant telepath. He was perhaps the most powerful telepath on the planet. He could read minds, project his thoughts to others, and control minds. However, his moral compass never allowed him to abuse his gifts, no matter how tempting. Only on rare occasions has Charles had to tamper with the human mind to maintain some public stability. And what he has heard in the past months went beyond mere tampering.

"I've heard these voices pleading for help, and mixed in were voices of sick, ravenous hunger that never cease. It gets worse when I fall asleep. It's like a plague on my dreams."

"Perhaps you're just stressed, Charles. Your mind may be powerful, but your body has limitations. You need rest." Hank asserted.

"Maybe you're right. But I can't ignore these voices either. Nor can I ignore the haunting news." Charles retorted.

"Is this about the mass hysteria over mutants?"

The news going over incidents involving mutants was nothing novel. Neither was the human population's understandable paranoia. It was saddening, to say the least. Mutants like Hank couldn't go outside without getting screams of fear or hate. Or, at the very least, some questionable looks.

"I fear it's worse than that." Charles said, "The rioting in Raccoon City. That's where the madness is coming from."

"But, those are just rioters making a scene. That's nothing to be concerned about." Hank rebuddled, failing to see the connection.

Charles shook his head, "I'm sorry Hank, but I can't help but think otherwise."

"I'm not sure I follow."

"Something far more ominous is lurking in Raccoon City. At first, I assumed it was the mass rioting in Arklay as well, but now I'm not so sure. The voices I keep hearing are coming from that location. If something isn't done, I dread the future."

Never before has Charles worn such a foreboding expression. Normally, he was the confident and intelligent leader of the X-Men and a caring and fatherly caregiver of the Xavier Institute. For Charles to actually fear the future meant something bad.

"Now that you mention it, I have heard rumors about an epidemic in Raccoon City," Hank informed.

"An epidemic?"

"Yes. The whole city is infected with some disease and is quarantined. That's probably how the rioting in Arklay got started."

"Where did you learn this?"

"Some of the kids are talking about it. I asked them, and they said the rumors are spreading fast at Bayville High."

The Xavier Institute allowed the teenagers living there to attend Bayville High School, as the school was located in the Westchester School District. However, they must keep their powers a secret. Otherwise, their lives at school will be harder.

"Naturally, some students have assumed mutants are the cause," Hank added.

"Those poor children know nothing and can only go on baseless slander." Charles sighed. There was a tinge of anger about the unfounded rumors spreading at Bayville High. It was yet another sickness of the mind to reject reality and accept a lie that perpetuated hatred.

"Do you want us to investigate the epidemic in Racoon City further?" Hank asked.

"No, not yet. We should wait for now." Charles answered. If they make a move on Raccoon City's epidemic without understanding all the facts, things could get worse for human/mutant relations. For now, it should be better to wait for the right moment to intervene. Besides, it was time to take Hank's advice and go to bed.

[Date: Year: 1979. Day: Unknown]

It felt cold. Colder than the deepest, darkest winter. A winter so cold, it was like dying. Weapon X was dying. That's what it felt like. But, there was another feeling.

His mind had gone blank for mere seconds… The immense pain ran through his body like high-voltage electricity, boiling magma, and a thousand cold blades. His bones rattle and transform. His heart beat uncontrollably. His skin was on fire. Nothing, but immense pain and heat, for what was only a few minutes, was like an eternity.

And then, Weapon X felt cold. Was he dead? No.

Weapon X awoke, feeling almost reborn. And it was terrible.

Gravity was increasing. Likely because his body had become so weak after surviving the Adamantium Bonding Process. Weapon X's entire skeletal structure was now coated in the rare alloy. If not for his mutant healing factor and his stubborn will to live, Weapon X would have expired.

"Excellent! The Adamantium Bonding Procedure was a success!" bellowed a scientist, in pure amazement and joy at this successful experiment. It made sense, as he was the head scientist of the secret Canadian military project: Weapon X. He was in another room overseeing the procedure, but Weapon X could hear every word.

Weapon X couldn't remember anything. His mind was wiped off almost all of his memories. Whatever they did, it did not wipe away his emotions, like anger.

"Now, to ensure he remains an obedient little animal." said the head scientist.

Before Weapon X could unleash his wrath, he felt another shock to his head. It knocked him out, and suddenly the anger was gone. When he awoke again, Weapon X's anger had been suppressed and he followed commands like a domesticated dog.

Not only did they test his killing efficiency with his new metal claws, but they also injected him with something that smelled toxic. Those toxic things nearly killed and corrupted his mind and body numerous times, but his healing factor came through, repairing the damage to his brain, cells, and skin.

This went on for god knows how long, but there was only so much time to waste and his patience wore thin. It was time to break out.

"We're almost finished. Soon Weapon X will go from an enhanced animal to the ultimate weapon. We just need to wipe his mind of conscious thought and emotion. Completely."

Those words… were the trigger.

The more the head scientist spoke, the more rage Weapon X felt. And now they were trying to control him by wiping his mind. Not today.

Weapon X's claws extended as he fought the programming.

"What?! How?!" the head scientist exclaimed, shocked that Weapon X could respond like that.

"Professor Thorton, Weapon X is breaking away from our control!" informed one of the other scientists manning one of the monitors in front of her.

"Impossible!"

Finally, Weapon X roared as he broke out of containment. Upon release, he bellowed a furious cry with freedom in his wake.

"You…!" Weapon X gritted his sharp teeth at Professor Thorton. His eyes were wild and untamed like an animal on the hunt.

"The tranquilizer gas! Use the tranquilizer gas! I want him alive!" the professor ordered. As ordered, the gas started pouring in from the air vents to subdue Weapon X. The guards all had gas masks so they wouldn't fall victim to the gas itself.

From Professor Thorton's point of view, as the gas filled the entire chamber outside the safety of the window in the room he and the rest of his workers were behind, things were far too quiet for comfort. Even the armed soldiers had a bad feeling running down their spines.

They thought they contained Weapon X with the gas. However, it didn't work out as planned because, for one, Weapon X's thirst for retribution was what kept him from keeling over. Second, his body had built up an immunity to the tranquilizers they used on him over time.

With a mighty cry, Weapon X launched straight towards an unsuspecting guard and sliced him in two. The same would happen to the other poor fools trying to stop him. Weapon X carved a path of blood and gore with ease.

"Guards! Terminate Weapon X immediately!" Thorton ordered, with growing fear that his potential test subject could kill him at any moment. If he couldn't control it, it might as well be discarded. They had enough data from this experiment to make a new and improved one.

Weapon X could tell the scientists were panicking in the other room. The constant sounds of dying screams and gore invaded his ears, and he came close to losing his mind. Good. Weapon X wanted them to feel the same despair he did as he ripped them to pieces.

Especially that damned Thorton.

"Guards! Guards!" Thorton cried when Weapon X crashed through the window, letting out a blood-curdling roar.

Quickly soon after, the guards rushed in with their guns and immediately fired at Weapon X. Roaring with blood lust, the clawed mutant laid waste to the inferior soldiers and cowering scientists. After the last dying screams, now all that was left were piles of blood, limbs, and entrails on the floor, and Weapon X stood in the middle.

The next moment, he turned to Professor Thorton. The cowardly bastard tried to escape. He wouldn't get far. Weapon X would catch him, and end him. He wanted a weapon. He got it.

As soon as he rushed out the door, Weapon X gave chase. It was pointless to escape on foot. Weapon X was much faster on his feet.

Like a silvery blur, Weapon X blazed past Thorton and sliced off his arm.

"NOO!" he hollered in pain and despair. Now he was trapped, right where Weapon X wanted him.

"Die…!" Weapon X snarled as he raised his claw, ready to eviscerate the professor.

"No! S-Stay back from me! Get away! Please!" he cried and begged. It was useless.

When Weapon X, nay, Logan came to, all that stood before him was a pile of blood, scattered body parts, bones, and organs, with blood on his hands.

Finally, Logan was free. His oppressor was dead and everything in this godforsaken place was ash. And it was time to leave.

After hours of fighting against hordes of soldiers, and searching for an exit, Logan finally found the outside. This nightmare was over… long days of cold, and torture… were over. He was free.

[-Midnight: September 27th-]

Logan suddenly woke up. It was that nightmare again.

He sat up from his resting spot and remembered that he was in Raccoon City, taking refuge in the abandoned Blue Mountain Storehouse with Jill Valentine and a third occupant named Dario Rosso. He identified himself as a salesman, and he was the sole survivor of his family being devoured by zombies.

They decided to wait in the storehouse until the city quieted down before plotting their next move. Or in the case of Rosso, whether to wait for a rescue party or not go anywhere at all.

It was decided that they rest for now. Both humans slept as peacefully as they could. Meanwhile, Logan was plagued by nightmares of his past.

By now, he grew numb to the nightmares. Sure, the Weapon X Program was gone and buried, but his memory loss still plagued him. If only he didn't remember his time enduring the Adamantium Bonding, brainwashing, and virus testing. It would make his search for his past easier.

No. There was no kidding around. No matter what he did, Logan will always remember what made him a killing machine. Still, it would be easier if he had a friend or two to share the burden. He might find one in Jill, but that was unlikely. She was human, not a mutant. She couldn't truly understand the plight of being a mutant. Plus, she had her own battles to fight.

It just so happened they had a common enemy at the moment. The zombies running rampant in Raccoon City.

As for Rosso… this idiot can fuck himself. Logan revealed he was a mutant when he cut down the zombies trying to break into the warehouse and since then, Rosso has antagonized him. The lone mutant couldn't care less and simply ignored the ungrateful salesman's slurs and pathetic whining. If zombies did break into the warehouse again because of this idiot's constant yelling, that was his fault. Rosso was also very lucky Logan was patient, otherwise he would have sliced the fat tool up and fed him to the zombies.

But, dealing with the zombies can come later. Right now, it was time for some shut-eye.

[-The Next Day: Raccoon City, September 28th-]

After what seemed like an eternity, morning finally came.

The three occupants of the storehouse saw no change in the city beyond the windows, as zombies could still be seen prowling the area. When it became clear that help wasn't on its way, Rosso hysterically elected to stay behind out of fear of the zombies, while Jill and Logan decided to leave.

"Sir, help isn't coming. We have to get out of here now!" Jill said urgently.

"Are you fucking crazy! I lost my wife and daughter out there! I'm not going anywhere!" Rosso yelled.

"Could ya piss and moan a little louder, bub? I think I can hear our undead friends knocking outside again." Logan said apathetically.

"Logan!" Jill admonished. Clearly, the lone mutant wasn't any help in this situation.

"Shut up, you mutant freak! I'm not safe as long as you're here either! You're no different from those undead monsters as far as I'm concerned, so get the FUCK OUT!" Rosso snapped at Logan, who rolled his eyes.

"Stop it! Logan is not like the zombies. He saved me, and he only got into the city last night. There's no way he could have known what was happening here." Jill defended. She knew this beforehand with good reason. Despite this, Rosso wasn't listening.

"Who cares?! Mutants cause everything bad in the world, including this situation!" Rosso yelled as he rushed to the back of the warehouse. He climbed into a large shipping container and sealed himself in.

"Hey wait!" Jill cried.

"You and your mutant boyfriend can get eaten by those undead fuckers for all I care! I'm staying! I'd rather starve to death in here! Now leave me alone, missy!" Rosso yelled from inside the container.

"Missy…?" Jill groaned.

"Leave him be. Whether he starves, commits suicide, or becomes zombie food, it's no skin off my bones." Logan said.

"Well, that's a nice thing to say about a man who lost his family." Jill said sarcastically, "You're right, though. I'd hate to leave him behind, but he'd just slow us down. The two of us are better off on our own. And it won't be long before the zombies break in here too. We should get out before then." Jill reluctantly said.

"Yeah. But if you really want, I could drag him out. It'd be no problem at all." Logan smirked as he extended his claws, "Maybe we can use him as bait."

"Enough! Let's get moving." Jill ordered. She wasn't sure if Logan was joking or if he was serious. She sympathized with Rosso, but the salesman made a poor impression of himself with his racism and stubborn refusal to leave. She could only wish him the best of luck.

"Lead the way, darlin'." Logan shrugged and retracted his claws.

"You can stop calling me that."

At this point, Jill thought about leaving Logan to his own devices for all his flirting, but she already promised to lead him to City Hall. After that, she would focus on escaping Raccoon City before the situation worsened.

After grabbing some supplies from the upper platform, the duo exited the warehouse and didn't look back. They navigated through the back alleys of Uptown Raccoon City.

They encountered the occasional zombie or group of zombies but dealt with them quickly via well-placed headshots or metal claws. Finding a shotgun in a y-shaped alleyway certainly helped thin out crowds. It was decided that Jill use the shotgun. She could provide cover fire for Logan, while he acted as the vanguard in zombie confrontations.

Jill was somewhat hampered due to her limited inventory, but she managed. Her experience at Spencer Mansion taught her to manage her inventory wisely and to keep only useful or key items on hand. Whereas Logan didn't seem to have much trouble killing enemies and moving around.

His metal claws were handy in many situations. It might also be because of his mutant healing factor that he didn't need to worry about getting injured or infected. It also didn't seem to cause him hunger or stamina loss either.

The former S.T.A.R.S. officer could see why people would want to experiment on him. He'd make for the perfect soldier, or weapon depending on what you wanted from him. The way he fought was also pretty similar to the reptilian Hunters from Spencer Mansion. Those monsters were another of Umbrella's T-Virus experiments. Ferocious and powerful were the best ways to describe them.

Personally, Jill preferred a trusted ally. Missions were easier to accomplish when you had a cohesive unit or partner to back you up. Sadly, thanks to Umbrella's connections to the city and most of her old team leaving Raccoon City, trusted allies were in short supply. She had to rely on Logan for the time being.

On a side note, Jill noticed the zombies attacking Logan more often than they do her. Maybe they sensed that Logan was the bigger threat by comparison. After all, he could resist the T-Virus with his mutant healing factor and could kill them with greater ease. While it did help to take heat off her, Jill found this concerning for their efforts to escape, or in Logan's case, see City Hall.

The duo traveled an open street in uptown, seeing as it was zombie-free at the moment.

"What's our first plan of attack? I doubt we can just stroll through the streets to find City Hall like this," said Logan.

"That's no surprise. I heard there are areas in the city blocked off to keep the creatures at bay." Jill answered, "I have a lockpick at the R.P.D. we can use to get around some of those locked gates."

"I have lockpicks too. Right here." Logan smirked as he extended claws from his right hand, "Plus, I can use them to shred anything, so there's probably no point."

"That may be true for you, but there are supplies we could still use there, like health sprays, ammo, extra weapons, and a map of the immediate area. Maybe more info on the outbreak. The R.P.D. is being used as a shelter, but I don't know how long that will last since the whole city has been overrun with zombies. I wouldn't be surprised if the R.P.D. was infested with those monsters already."

"Then getting outta the city's the only safe bet for ya, huh?"

"I'll do whatever I can to survive. Remember that." Jill said as she walked ahead of Logan. She urged him to follow her.

"Well, that's something we have in common," Logan whispered to himself as he followed the former officer. However, he stopped for a moment. His keen animal senses picked up a strong scent. The toxicity in the air was one thing, but this scent topped them all. It was like that of a dangerous predator, slowly stalking its prey out of sight.

"Logan, what's the hold-up?" Jill called to her mutant partner.

"Jill… we should be careful from here on out. Something ain't right." Logan said cryptically.

Jill was used to Logan's dry wit at this point, but for him to say something like that took her by surprise. It reminded her of Barry, the practical jokester of the S.T.A.R.S. unit. She still remembered that 'Jill Sandwich' crack from the Mansion Incident.

Not only was he reliable in lifting the mood and in crises, but he also had his serious moments. When the comedian or deadpan snarker said something of note with all seriousness, it was generally best to follow their advice. That's what she gathered.

"Alright." Jill nodded, continuing onward. Logan followed closely and kept a vigilant eye out for anything hiding in the darkness.

The thing in the darkness wasn't too far behind. It just needed to wait for the right moment to strike.

Until then, Logan would have to keep his eyes, ears, and nose alert at all times should the real fight arise.

"Hey! I see someone!" Jill suddenly yelled. She spotted a man with a familiar yellow vest running away from a group of zombies.

"Leave him. He's dead meat." Logan said.

"No! I know that guy. I can't leave him!" Jill retorted and ran after the yellow-vested man.

"Hey, wait! Dammit!" Logan cursed as he followed the woman in blue. That thing in the darkness could still be nearby. There was no avoiding the inevitable now.


Lyall the Werewolf: I was thinking of having Logan and Nemesis fight in this chapter, but I think I'll reserve it for the next chapter. Assuming it ever comes.

I actually had the 1979 flashback section ready for another fanfic I wanted to publish years ago, but I decided it would be useful here. I just needed to rework it so that was Logan being experimented on and then escaping.

That's all for now. I hope to continue this and Spider-Man: Web of Ikebukuro at some point.