What's up, everyone! This is GKC here bringing you a crossover between Resident Evil and Highschool of the Dead.

The summary for the story is about a seventh member of the Wolfpack from the USS Delta Team. Raised as a genetically-altered super assassin, this Wolf Cub has been trained in various forms of combat by the best of the best. He has come to call Wolfpack his family and Umbrella his enemies. With the world on the verge of extinction, what will this assassin's choice be for the future? Live or die.

Now for the disclaimer: I do not own, except my OC, Resident Evil or Highschool of the Dead. All rights belong to their respective owners.

Now let's get this party started… BEGIN!

Resident Evil: The Dead's Reaper

Chapter 1: Enter the Wolfpack

September 1998:

In Umbrella's Raccoon City facility, a traitor collects the last of his life's work. His name is William Birkin and he plans to sell the newly-created G-Virus to the American government for a high reward. The Umbrella Security Service has been sent in to neutralize the threat the rogue scientist's actions pose to Umbrella Inc.

U.S.S. Delta Team, codenamed "Wolfpack", has been deployed to assist Alpha Team. Their orders are to rendezvous with Alpha Team leader "HUNK" and support his infiltration into the complex.

Delta Team's seventh member, codenamed "Reaper", has been assigned from Umbrella's Special Operations and Tactics Division. Reaper, aka "Unit Zero", has been granted permission in use of high-level equipment for the mission.

The use of lethal force has been authorized…

Within the confines of an underground laboratory owned and operated by Umbrella, a mechanical door slid open and in stepped seven armed individuals, all of them belonging to the Delta Team faction of the Umbrella Security Service. This group of soldiers was also known as "Wolfpack".

Six of them were clad in black tactical gear all armed to the teeth with assault rifles and handguns. On top of that, all of them had at least half of their faces covered with gas masks, making them look fittingly like harbingers of death. The seventh however was decked out from head to toe in experimental black power armor.

Said power armor consisted of an inner and outer suit. The 'inner suit' was a "Muscle suit" that provided the wearer with extra muscle power. The 'outer suit' or the "Main Powered Suit" had several hardpoints on the armor to allow attachments for optional equipment and weapons. Two jump jets were mounted in the lower back of the armor. The helmet which was fully closed had a searchlight mount on its left and an infrared camera on the right side. There are four camera-eyes on the visor that glowed an icy blue color. Painted on the torso of the power armor was a white sinister-looking skull. On the forehead of the helmet was a wolf head plastered on the metallic surface.

This team of black ops Umbrella soldiers was made up of four men and three women. Their names were Karena Lesproux, Michaela Schneider, Vladimir Bodrovski, Christine Yamata, and Hector Hivers. The real name of their sixth member, however, was classified while the seventh was born without a name only a number, "Zero".

During missions, these people went by their code names for reasons involving personal privacy and/or achievements they had done to earn their names. Karena was called "Lupo", Michaela called herself "Bertha", Vladimir went by "Spectre", Christine was named "Four Eyes", Hector was known as "Beltway", the classified agent was addressed as "Vector", and the seventh was known as "Reaper".

Each member of this squad had a different specialty they were personally skilled at. Lupo, for instance, was the team's assault specialist and leader, a position originally meant for Vector who lost it to her but accepted it nonetheless. Vector was on recon. Bertha was the group's medic. Spectre worked on surveillance and was their designated marksman. Four Eyes was their field scientist and Beltway was on demolitions, a position he surely enjoyed. Reaper was a jack-of-all-trades, he specialized in various forms of combat but preferred being the assassin.

Another fact that made Wolfpack dangerous and different from other Umbrella-affiliated groups were the unique abilities and technology they all possessed. Some were similar to fictional super-powered beings that one would usually find in multimedia.

For example, Vector's uniform was designed to allow him or any other wearer to become completely invisible. Nobody would be able to see him without the use of thermal vision. While his cloaking ability gave Vector an edge against his enemies during battle, it did have its cons. The stealth tech wouldn't be able to fool most B.O.W. creatures because they could still sense him and it didn't last long either.

Lupo's suit had a function that enabled her entire body to be completely resistant to physical harm for a short amount of time.

Bertha carried with her a hypo needle gun that was capable of firing several special chemical drugs. Some of which could be helpful for her teammates or devastating for her enemies.

Spectre wore a mask over his face that allowed him to see everyone and everything in different modes of vision. He also had a built-in miniature radar on his wrist computer.

Four Eyes also wielded a hypo gun containing chemicals that allowed her to either infect human enemies with samples of the T-Virus or convert B.O.W.s into allies like hypnotized slaves. She also possesses special grenades that release a pheromone chemical that attracts monsters in a rather unpleasant feeding frenzy.

Beltway, while he didn't possess any special abilities like his teammates, he did, however, carry powerful explosives that made a plaster of C4 look like firecrackers. To him, this was all he wanted and didn't really have any need for any high-tech gadgetry or drugs like his comrades.

Reaper was a special case. Despite his training as a soldier and an assassin, he had another useful ability, a bloodthirsty rage that consumes his mind until he's reduced to little more than an attack dog. On his own, he could kill the entire population of Raccoon City if he wanted to. With the experimental power armor that Umbrella's Research and Development division granted him, he was an unstoppable tank. It protected his body from teeth and claws plus it boosted his strength, speed, agility, and endurance. The armor was even strong enough to combat a T-103 Tyrant in hand-to-hand combat. However, it still had its flaws. The suit ran on a collection of computers and software. An EMP would fry the suit and render the wearer defenseless.

Upon reaching the facility's entrance, Lupo made the call on her radio.

"Alpha leader, we're in position." She said.

"Copy. Standby." A deep, raspy voice replied.

Sounds of grunting and flesh being stabbed were audible from the opposite side of the door followed by the sickening sound of bones being snapped. After which, all was quiet.

The giant door slid open sideways as Wolfpack was greeted by a man dressed in black military clothing with a gas mask similar to Vector's own but the mask had red eyes instead of the glowing electric blue. Said eyes gave the man the appearance of a demon in human skin. He is the leader of the U.S.S.'s Alpha Team, Vector's past mentor and the one known to Umbrella as "HUNK". Like Vector, this top-ranking operative's real name was also unknown to most people.

"You guys must be the new Delta Team. Report." He ordered.

Beltway stepped up first. "Name's Beltway. Nice to meet ya, 'Mr. Death'." He addressed HUNK by a nickname the Alpha Team leader went by due to his reputation of always returning from missions as the sole survivor of his past squads. HUNK always figured that he was just lucky.

"Spectre here. All set."

"Call me Four Eyes. At your service."

"My name is Bertha. Ready to play."

"Vector here. Good to see you again, sir."

"Call me Lupo. Delta Team squad leader."

HUNK glanced at the last member of Delta Team. The armored soldier was known as Reaper. "Speak, soldier." He demanded.

"Reaper." The assassin replied in a young man's voice that sounded as if it hadn't spoken at all for a long time.

HUNK sized up Reaper. The operative had heard about Umbrella's "pet" as well as the tales and gossip that followed suit. Many called him several things: Monster, demon, beast, animal, black plague, shinigami, el diablo, and many other titles. He didn't care, all he needed was an effective soldier.

"Command, I've rendezvoused with Delta Team," HUNK reported to their superior known as U.S.S. Command.

"Understood." The person on the other end of the radio answered. "Now find Birkin and secure those samples. Failure is not an option." Judging by his tone, he definitely would not take anything other than success.

"You heard him, let's move." At HUNK's signal, the Wolfpack entered the elevator and descend lower into the facility. "We're entering the lab of Dr. William Birkin, an Umbrella scientist attempting to sell classified samples of a weaponized virus strain to the U.S. government."

"You mean Umbrella's T-Virus?" Bertha asked for confirmation.

HUNK shook his head. "No, this is a new gene-altering compound Birkin's developed called the 'G-Virus'. It's significantly more powerful and he's in possession of the only known samples. There's also a detachment of Umbrella's Biohazard Countermeasure Service on site who will likely try to protect him. They are unaware of this operation and are considered expendable."

"Aren't we on the same team? Can't we just...you know, pick up the phone and call them to get the fuck outta our way?" Beltway asked jokingly.

Judging by the cold tone HUNK used, he was anything but amused. "The UBCS are just mercenaries; they can be bought. We can't assume their loyalty to the company."

"Our objective?" Reaper verified as he adjusted the sights on his PAPOP, a combination assault weapon prototype made in France back in 1995. Umbrella operatives swiped the schematics for this weapon and built it just for their 'Grim Reaper'. 35mm built-in 3-round grenade launcher tube; 5.56x45mm NATO calibur rounds in a 30-round detachable box magazine. Originally, the weapon project had been canceled because of its weight and cumbersome problems on the field but in the hands of Reaper, it was definitely a dangerous tool.

"Intercept Birkin and secure the 'G-Virus'," HUNK confirmed.

The elevator ceased its descent and the doors silently slid open.

"Secure the route. Move." The Alpha Team leader punched in a sequence of numbers on a keypad several feet away from the elevator opening the shutters. Lupo and Vector took the lead. As they descended several flights of stairs, they heard a chorus of machines humming. Most of them were connected to giant capsules housing grisly monsters doused in a sort of green liquid.

"So these are the new batches of BOWs? Intriguing. I'd like samples." Four Eyes' fingers longingly stroked the capsules as she walked around them, observing every inch of the BOW from every possible angle.

An explosion interrupted the Asian woman with HUNK shouting, "Take cover!"

The group crouched behind a steel barrier near the capsules and saw that they were under attack by U.B.C.S. mercenaries, William Birkin's personal bodyguards as the company mentioned. The soldiers spread out everywhere from the floor to the upper balcony bridge and began shooting at the U.S.S.

"UBCS! All units, weapons live! Spectre, give me a head count!" Lupo shouted over the cacophony of gunfire. She returned the gesture with her own rifle at the muzzle flashes from the mercs.

The Russian engaged his infrared vision, giving him a clear view of the hostiles attacking. "Done. We have twenty strong in the room. Tactical advantage is ours in terms of being on higher ground, but there are stairs which lead to our six. I need to find a better vantage point. Reaper, cover me."

"Acknowledged." The assassin nodded, rising from his cover and laying down suppressing fire on the UBCS soldiers, two who were unfortunate enough to get pelted by the 5.56x45mm NATO rounds.

Eighteen targets left.

The super soldier had studied on the members of the UBCS. They were comprised of ex-paramilitary personnel, war criminals who were borderline terrorists and even the list of scum went on and on due to the nature of their work. Individually, they may be relatively formidable, but they stood no chance against the better-trained soldiers that specialized in different arts of killing or fields in combat like the Wolfpack.

Vector utilized his cloaking ability to sneak up to one of the mercs. Before the UBCS soldier realized it, a knife was buried into his neck. A spurt of blood splashing onto the metallic floor.

Beltway took out a grenade, pulled the pin, and tossed the explosive right at a group of four. In three seconds, it exploded sending gore and body parts all over the walls as well as the computers lining the balconies. "Ha, ha! Boom, pendejos!"

Bertha injected herself with an adrenaline shot then she brought up her assault rifle and fired pinpoint headshots at three of the mercenaries.

Four Eyes, despite not being a traditional fighter, laid down suppressing fire with her gun, forcing the UBCS to return to their cover.

Spectre focused on placing well-aimed sniper fire where it was needed, effectively covering his comrades' blind spots.

"Advancing," Reaper responded to his captain. Lupo acknowledged the order and gave covering fire for the assassin.

The man in power armor leaped from his cover, landing on the floor with a loud clang from his boots. Coupled with the glowing blue eyes of his visor, Reaper looked exactly like the demon he had been made to be especially as he unleashed a volley of lead from his rifle. The security team tried their best to fight back but their weapons were greatly ineffective against the armor's tough material. In seconds, they were reduced to nothing more than bullet-ridden corpses.

"Clear." The armored soldier confirmed the deaths of the UBSC defenders that tried to stop Delta Team.

The USS regrouped, taking this chance to reload their weapons and check for injuries. "Excellent work, guess your reputations proceed you all." HUNK complimented. He was never one to be impressed so easily but the effective teamwork and brutal efficiency were enough to keep him interested.

"Yo, boss, got a survivor here." Beltway gestured to a UBCS soldier who was bleeding from every kind of wound imaginable.

Reaper slammed his armored boot directly on the injured man's ankle; forcing him to scream in pain as the bone shattered from the impact. "I will only ask this once and only once. How many men are posted here?" When the UBCS soldier only glared at him, the assassin decided to do things violently. He took one of the man's fingers and snapped his pinky in a twisted angle garnering another agonizing scream from him. "Talk, and you die swiftly. Refuse, and I hurt you until you squeal like a pig."

"I-I don't know! That's the truth! Birkin just scrounge up as many as he could and paid us to protect him! C'mon man, let me go! I can...I can help you! Let me help you, please!" The merc begged pathetically for his life.

"You already have." Grabbing the man's lower jaw and the back of his head, Reaper turned the merc's head in a 360-degree angle, breaking his neck with a sickening crunch.

"Doesn't matter how many there are. Let's move." HUNK ordered.

"HUNK, we've got a location on Dr. Birkin. He's just entered his lab. Get in there and obtain those virus samples!" The USS Command's voice crackled over their earpieces.

"Roger, Command. Proceeding to Birkin's lab." Cutting the link, the top Umbrella agent glanced back at Delta Team. "Stay focused. He's already set up an exchange with the U.S. military. We will run into special operatives before this is over."

"Ooh, what kinda 'special' we talkin' here?" Beltway asked in a bloodthirsty tone of voice. "Green berets? SOCOM? SEALS?"

Lupo delivered a swift and unceremonious kick to Beltway's shin for his unreserved question. "That is irrelevant, Beltway."

Reaper activated the 'sneak' function in his power armor to silence his footsteps. "If they stand in the way of the mission, they die." He stated then glanced at HUNK. "Is that acceptable, Alpha Leader?"

"If we make contact with them, then yes. Unless they are obstructing our route to success, save your ammunition. We are only here for Birkin and the virus, nothing more." HUNK's blunt answer came but if Reaper reacted to it or not, he didn't show it nor cared. "In any case, let's go."

Each member of the Wolfpack nodded, following after HUNK to back him up. Occasionally, they would mow down more UBCS operatives that would advance quickly through the narrow corridors. However, they didn't even stop a margin of the elite Umbrella soldiers.

Eventually, they entered an excessively large lounge with computer servers lined up against a wall; red lights flashing rapidly accompanied by an alarm. "Emergency! There has been a security breach. Avoid contact with unauthorized personnel! Repeat: There has been a security breach. Avoid contact with unauthorized personnel!"

"Did we trip an alarm or something?" Vector questioned his old mentor.

"Impossible; that's not us. We're using authorized access. We might have company." HUNK explained.

The buzzer keeps sounding off as they pressed on, stopping at one of the labs and meeting up with the rest of Alpha Team. Four Eyes walked up to one of the computer terminals and started tapping away at the keys.

Spectre noticed what the virologist was doing. "Salvaging information?" He questioned in his deep Russian accent.

"Yes." The Asian woman replied flatly, continuing her work without so much as a glance at her teammates as she started copying files into a data disk.

"Sir, we can't stop here. Birkin will get away." Vector whispered to HUNK.

"Even if Birkin knew the blueprints of this facility inside and out, he won't escape from us alone. He can't move until his American entourage picks him up." The masked man's red lens stared at Four Eyes. "How much time do you need?"

"At this pace? A minute." Four Eyes replied scrolling through files.

Once a full minute had elapsed, HUNK entered a code on the keypad mounted on the wall, opening the thick, overlapped iron shutters. Behind them was another member of Alpha Team dressed similarly to HUNK. He saluted the Alpha Leader.

"Delta Team, guard this door. Do not let anyone approach." HUNK opened the door to Birkin's lab and entered along with his team member.

"There he is!" Said HUNK's partner.

"So, you've finally come." Spoke the voice belonging to Umbrella scientist William Birkin who remained unseen to Wolfpack.

"Doctor, we're here to collect the G-Virus sample," HUNK told the scientist.

The lab door closed, sealing Delta Team away from the confrontation, but they could still hear words being spoken from their spot as they turned their backs to the door and stood guard as instructed.

"Sorry, but I won't just hand over my life's work," Birkin stated.

Wolfpack barely flinched when they heard something fall and shatter with machine gun fire erupting afterward in the lab, followed by screaming who they assumed was coming from Birkin.

"Stop! You might hit the sample!" HUNK was heard shouting which made Wolfpack realize that it was his accomplice who fired the shots. "That's it, alright. This is HUNK. We've acquired the 'G' samples. Okay, let's move out!"

Now that they've acquired the G-Virus samples, both units were to report back to Umbrella HQ right away. With William Birkin down, he was of no concern to the team or Umbrella any longer and they decided to just leave him to die of his wounds rather than kill him. It would've just been a waste of ammo otherwise.

As Wolfpack regrouped with the two Alpha soldiers and prepared to leave the lap, another door opened or was breached to be more precise as it was blown down forcefully, and more enemy soldiers arrived. From their equipment and outfits, they were most definitely the escorts that Birkin had called in earlier to retrieve the G-Virus samples.

"Birkin's military escorts have arrived. Neutralize 'em!" HUNK ordered, taking cover.

"We'll take these guys, sir!" Vector informed his mentor.

Gunfire ripped through the air and penetrated the walls of the small hallway. A few grenades were exchanged and caused a mess of debris. Blood was spilled on the floor and walls. The alarm kept blaring and the computer voice kept repeating the same old message it was programmed to play.

"Bertha, adrenaline." Reaper radioed Delta Team's medic.

"Here it comes." The German woman took out a dart gun and fired it at the super soldier. The needle entered through the muscle suit and injected a liquid into the assassin's bloodstream.

Time in his vision seemed to come to a near pause as his heartbeat accelerated to critical levels. Reaper took aim at the nearest US soldier and fired a pin-point round directly into his forehead, sending the man to the ground. He repeated this five more times; killing five soldiers with headshots.

"Follow me," HUNK spoke, hefting the briefcase filled with the G-Virus as Alpha and Delta Team boarded a large elevator platform with the Umbrella company logo painted on its floor. "Let's go! Everyone onboard. We've got a mission to complete." Once they were all aboard, Lupo activated its switch from the side panel as the entire platform whirred to life and started to ascend.

While HUNK was speaking with someone known as 'Goblin 6', Reaper received an incoming message from U.S.S. Command. "Reaper, has the G-Virus been collected?" The voice on the other end spoke.

"Yes, sir; Dr. Birkin's tried to resist but was dealt with by Alpha Team. G-Virus samples have been recovered and we are making our way to the surface for evac." The assassin responded quietly on a private channel.

"Excellent," Command responded. "Now, should Delta Team get too suspicious of you, your orders are to terminate them with extreme prejudice. No witnesses, no mercy."

"Acknowledged. Reaper out." Cutting the link, the armored soldier found that the platform came to a sudden halt after reaching its destination. The group stepped out and checked for any enemy troops but found none.

However, all of a sudden, a massive roar echoed through the halls of the facility.

"The fuck was that?" Beltway asked out of the blue, slightly terrified out of his wits though he tried to conceal it as best he could.

HUNK was unsure himself then motioned for the team to follow him and his partner through a wide corridor. Three more soldiers from Alpha Team were seen from across the hall from HUNK and Wolfpack, joining up with them in leaving the facility for good.

As they ran, a wall nearby broke down followed by the sound of heavy footsteps. HUNK's partner turned around to check it out and was stunned to witness the arrival of a giant, humanoid-like abomination with a mutated right arm and a gigantic, bulbous eye on the creature's right shoulder. It was chasing after them and was wielding a large steel pipe in its right hand.

The man was too afraid to react as the creature swung its pipe weapon at the petrified USS soldier, knocking him away and sending him flying through the air as he landed on another one of the Alpha members brutally.

HUNK had turned around to witness the commotion and fired his weapon at the monster only to receive a strong uppercut from the pipe. He was knocked back and landed on the ground as his gun fired off a few uncontrolled bursts at the ceiling during the confrontation with one of the bullets rupturing a pipe above that released a spray of hot steam. It didn't seem to faze or harm the abomination as it kept walking through the steam without a care in the world. During the brief struggle, HUNK had dropped the briefcase containing the "T" and "G" viruses which hit the floor, opening on its own and all of the virus tubes fell out and shattered upon impacting the ground with the exception of two; one with the G-Virus and one with the T-Virus.

The T-Virus tube was stepped on and crushed under the hulking creature's heel while the G-Virus tube rolled over to HUNK's hand, who unlike his Alpha comrades managed to survive the unexpected encounter. Getting up slowly, he quietly stared at the monster walking away and disappearing into the burning mist. It had no idea that he was even alive and he wanted it to stay that way until the matter was settled.

The Umbrella operative collected the remaining leftover G-Virus tube and put it away in his vest pocket. He looked around for the case only to find it wide open along with the destroyed virus tubes on the ground. He also found remnants of the T-Virus tube the creature had crushed and noticed its contents leaking into a hole in the ground.

"That's not good," HUNK muttered to himself then stood up and departed in a direction opposite of the monster which he guessed by now was after Wolfpack.

Speaking of Delta Team, the seven highly trained soldiers managed to escape from the monster who now had a direct resemblance to William Birkin, who apparently must've injected himself with the G-Virus.

Reaper cursed under his breath. He never failed in a mission and with the T-Virus sample destroyed, it was only a matter of time before it leaked out and consumed Raccoon City from the inside out. The assassin was the rear guard just in case Birkin decided he wanted a little payback while Lupo took the lead. Fighting an enemy that could shrug off rifle rounds like they were mosquito bites was a one-way ticket to purgatory.

The HUD inside of his helmet plotted out a route shortest for an escape however there seemed to be special operatives waiting for them to ambush. No doubt the others were already informed of it thanks to Four Eyes and Spectre. Unfortunately, they were forced to leave Alpha Team to tend to the transformed scientist.

Right now, they had to deal with getting as far away as possible from the monster.

"Come on! Don't forget your objective!" HUNK exclaimed as he and the rest of Delta Team ran down the corridor with all their energy, evading spewing flames and bursts of steam that erupted from the piping systems. Rubble from the ceiling poured down on them, a possible sign that the dreaded "G-Birkin" monster was closeby somewhere.

A door with a valve handle was seen ahead as HUNK started to open it first to allow Wolfpack inside and followed them in, closing the door and sealing the valve handle tight even though it wouldn't stop Birkin due to his virus-enhanced strength.

"Scheisse! Nowhere to run!" Bertha cursed when the team came across another valve door that refused to open after she tried to open it.

Vector, Spectre, and HUNK tried to force open the door with no chance of success.

A familiar, angry roar and footsteps echoed in the same corridor as them and they all turned their heads, spotting G-Birkin heading their way. The large eye on his shoulder squirmed around as he dragged his steel pipe on the floor.

"Fuck! He's coming!" Vector shouted.

A plan of escape formulated in Beltway's head as he quickly took out one of his many 'custom' explosives and planted it on the door. "I need some time to blow this sucker!" He called back to his teammates.

"Acknowledged." Reaper placed his rifle on the back of his armor, magnetizing it as he took off into a sprint right at the transformed scientist.

"Reaper, get back here!" Lupo ordered the assassin but he ignored her; his task already meters in front of him as G-Birkin swung the pipe at the armored operative, who raised his forearms to block the blow. Metal clanged against metal as the blue camera eyes on Reaper's helmet flashed for a brief second.

Birkin roared at his assailant but was quickly silenced when an armored boot slammed into his chest, sending him back a few feet as he stopped himself by putting all of his weight into his stance. Reaper didn't give the crazed monster the chance to recover; he threw a combo of fists that impacted against Birkin's deformed face with enough joules to shatter a normal man's skull with his enhanced strength. However, due to the fact that the mutated man shrugged off bullets, it did little to deter him as he swung his pipe weapon which smacked right into Reaper's chest plate.

The armored assassin crashed into the steel wall with a loud clang.

Vector growled, aiming his assault rifle at G-Birkin's grotesque eye, earning him a roar of pain. "The eye! Aim for his fucking eye!"

Delta Team focused their fire on G-Birkin's exposed eye while Beltway finished setting the explosives.

"Fire in the hole!" The Hispanic exclaimed, pulling the detonator as the steel doors were blown clean off.

HUNK noticed the smoldering remains of the door. "Our exit window is green! Delta Team, pull back now!"

"Come on, Reaper. Not your place to die yet." Four Eyes replied, picking up the assassin by the arm.

He grunted his thanks and followed after his teammates just as Vector hits G-Birkin with a 40mm from his underslung grenade launcher.

"Let's go, Delta! Let's go!" Lupo shouted, getting her squad's attention as they fled from the monstrous G-Birkin.

Present Day - Tokonosu City, Japan

A pair of crimson eyes shot open as a young man sits up from his bed, covered from head to toe in sweat. His raven black hair clung to his forehead in trusses while his ghostly pale skin shimmered from the sunlight.

He panted heavily while pressing a hand to his forehead. "Same fucking dream…" He hissed. "Damn those accursed memories."

He glanced at the small dresser beside his bed. The clock was reading that it was 0723 in the morning. Still a little early till he had to go to school. He grabbed his smartphone, noticing a message from his acquaintance.

Saya: Hey, idiot, you better not be sleeping in again. The teacher will suspend you if you don't come here on time.

Rolling his eyes, he sent a quick message.

Me: Yeah, yeah, I hear you.

He set the phone back down and tried to sleep for however much longer he could have till it was time for classes.

Suddenly, his phone chimed. With an irritated groan, the young man grasped the device and glared at the message.

Saya: I'm serious.

Seeing as he wasn't about to get any more sleep, he slithered out of his bed with a groan. His aching muscles screaming for relief. He quickly texted the girl back so he wouldn't have to get yelled at by her.

Me: Alright, I understand. I'll be there as quick as possible.

The young man marched into his bathroom, turning on the sink faucets to run the water which he used to splash his face.

He looked in the mirror, staring into a pair of bloodshot eyes. "Damn Umbrella company…" He growled.

He still remembered the horrible experiments they performed on him. The agonizing tests that made his body into something beyond that of a mere human.

The former assassin of Umbrella known as Reaper grabbed a towel to wipe away any remaining liquid clinging to his hair or skin. His gaze trailed onto one particular spot on his chest.

A sizable bullet wound scar that seemed to be going straight through his heart. Truth be told, the bullet merely grazed it, but it still hurt like a bitch. Bertha never stopped grinning when she yanked the piece of metal from out of his body.

Still, he was alive thanks to her, even if she was an unhinged, psychopathic German lady with a penchant for slicing and dicing.

Reaper sighed then began brushing his teeth and shaving the stubble on his upper lip. Once he finished with his daily routine of bathing, he dressed in a black Japanese high school uniform with a white dress shirt and dark grey running shoes.

His apartment alone seemed pretty basic. A one-person bedroom, a kitchen/dining room, a living room, and a bathroom. Reaper had the bare essentials for living along with a few other oddities that no one would expect a high school student to carry.

For instance, lined up on one section of the bleach white walls were various different firearms ranging from military grade to simple common grade equipment. However, all of that paled in comparison to the centerpiece of all of Reaper's tools.

His armor.

Reaper's hand reached out and touched the cool surface of the armor's chest plate. This suit had been his most trusted asset ever since he received it. His finger grazed over one particular battle scar that he received from a traitorous Russian that almost killed him and his 'Pack'.

He felt his cellphone vibrate in his pocket. He takes it out and sees the recipient.

The former assassin answered the call. "Been a while since you called… Mr. Kennedy."

"Well, after the Raccoon City fiasco and the jobs you decided to assist the US government with, is it wrong of me to want to call an old friend?"

"As I recall, we're acquaintances, not really friends." He stated.

"You're a ray of sunshine today, aren't you?" Kennedy said dryly on the line.

"Why are you calling me, Leon?" Reaper inquired, skipping past the usual banter between the two.

A small chuckle was all he heard from the man. "If you must know, I just received a call from one of your 'packmates'. She's been rather worried about how her precious 'cub' has been."

"Lupo… Mama bear fretting as usual," The young man sighed.

Leon openly laughed. "Believe me, she threatened to castrate me if I didn't tell her how you've adjusted to civilian life."

A thin smile wormed its way to Reaper's face. "Normally, that would be Bertha's job."

"Why are you friends with a psychopath again?" Leon asked.

"Not by choice, mind you. She's like… the big sister I never had… and probably wish I never met." Reaper answered.

"Well, glad I'm not you then."

"Remind me, how good is your luck with women?" The former assassin pointed out.

There was silence over the phone for a solid minute before Leon said, "Low blow, kid…"

"Low though it may be, you have to wonder how you have such crazy tastes in women." Reaper snarked. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to get to school."

"Don't you cause trouble, kid." Leon scolded the boy.

"When have I ever caused trouble?"

"The Red Sox baseball incident…"

A tinge of red appeared on the super soldier's cheeks. "Okay, that wasn't my fault! That asshole took my drink!"

"You could've gotten another one."

"I hate waiting in line!" He countered.

"And this is why your teammates don't take you to a public baseball game anymore."Leon chuckled.

Frowning, Reaper hung up on the man without a second thought then marched over to his selection of firearms and grabbed hold of a Heckler & Koch USP Compact Tactical, a handgun you would usually see in the hands of U.S. special operations, that is equipped with a sound suppressor, a flashlight, and a laser sight module. After that came the KM2000 combat knife that he placed in his school bag along with the gun. He took ten full clips of .45 calibur round ammo magazines that each carried fifteen rounds after he acquired extended clips for his pistol.

With his weapons hidden in his bag, he grabbed his keys, wallet, and his lunch then headed out of his apartment, but not before he closed and locked the door behind him.

"Time for this young wolf to head to school," Reaper said with a sigh.

Meanwhile…

Leon S. Kennedy scowled when the former assassin known as Reaper had hung up on him in the middle of their conversation. "Kids, these days…"

"How do you think I feel?" The American agent's partner, Helena Harper said with a shake of her head. "He's been making secret dealings with black market contacts."

The middle-aged man looked at his partner with his brow raised. "What the hell does a kid like him need from the black market?"

"He's a former assassin. He was part of Umbrella's Security Service and he's a gun freak," Helena listed off Reaper's past life. "And that's only the minuscule amount."

Leon shook his head. "There's nothing wrong with having extra guns. Need I remind you that my past interactions with the undead required me to collect quite a lot of guns just to stay alive."

The woman sighed. "Alright, you have a good point."

"Of course I do. When have I ever been wrong before?" Leon smirked.

"Do you really want me to answer that?" Helena looked at her partner dryly.

Leon had the decency to look embarrassed. "Okay, I see your point…"

Fujimi Academy

Arriving on campus, Reaper's initial thoughts on the school had been that it was more like a boarding school rather than a traditional private school. He found that out when most of the students of Fujimi Academy had parents that were either rich aristocrats or political party members. Hell, a few of them had family in either the JSDF and the local law enforcement.

The former assassin passed by other teens that were either chatting amongst themselves, endorsing a few extracurricular activities, or flirting with each other of the opposite or same sex.

Honestly, Reaper had no business speaking with these no-named fools. Nor did he want any business with them. He'd much rather deal with the undead than the actual living. At least the dead didn't bother him as much as all the unnecessary teen drama.

He passed the different classrooms each with a number and a letter that symbolizes the Year and Class that a student was placed in.

He stopped in front of his own classroom: 2-C. However, before he could slide the door open, he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Oi, Nocturne-kun, you feeling okay?"

Reaper glanced back to see one of the more popular teenage boys in the school, Hisashi Igou. Despite being seventeen, he had grey hair, either because he dyed it or it was a genetic defect, it didn't matter. He was a second-year student, just like the former soldier. He also happened to sit next to him in most of his classes. Despite his lack of social skills, Reaper could see why Hisashi was well liked by students in the class. He had this charismatic air around him that would be fundamental for a squad leader.

The black-haired teen shrugged. "I'm fine, Hisashi. Takagi-chan was being a pest again."

Hisashi chuckled. "Oh, I see. She had to wake your butt up again, didn't she?"

"Something like that," Reaper rolled his eyes as he and Hisashi entered the classroom to take their seats. "I hear you're dating Miyamoto."

"Well, she asked me if I could be her boyfriend and… Well, I couldn't say no." The grey-haired teen admitted with a nervous chuckle.

"And what about Komuro? Is he okay with it?" The assassin inquired out of curiosity.

"What do you mean?" Hisashi asked.

"Nevermind," Reaper replied as he sat at his desk then took out his books and writing tools. His crimson eyes wandered on the name written in clear English on the cover of his notebook.

Drake Nocturne.

It had been his given name since he decided to get out of life as a killer and live a normal life away from bloodshed.

Ironic though since he still kept a firearm or a knife on his person since he never felt safe without a weapon in his hands. Luckily, none of the faculty ever bothered him to search his bag for any of his guns or sharp objects.

"Baka," A voice spoke, drawing the former assassin's attention to the source. Standing in front of Drake's desk is a girl of under-average height with long pink hair which she mostly keeps in two pony tails on either side of her head. Her hair also has two thin, long bangs at the sides, two thin strands of hair over the left side of her forehead, and a spiky larger portion of hair covering the right side of her forehead. She has fierce orange eyes and furrowed eyebrows. She has a slender physique, but according to a student named Morita she has bikini model sized breasts (whatever that meant to the super soldier). Like the rest of the females in Fujimi Academy, she wore the high school sailor uniform that hugged her large breasts a bit too much and the skirt showed off her slender legs to all.

This girl is the school's smartest student of her year (probably the entirety of the school itself) and the daughter to a family of deeply involved group of Japanese politics. Her name is Saya Takagi, and she's apparently Drake's so-called 'best friend'.

"Nice to see you too, Takagi," Drake said dryly while he brought out his pencil bag to pull out a mechanical pencil.

"You could've called ahead to say that you were late, y'know," The pink-haired girl said with her usual scowl and her arms folded beneath her breasts.

"Could've, but I like my eardrums." The former Umbrella assassin replied.

"What's that supposed to mean!?" Saya screeched, effectively killing a few brain cells in Drake's head.

"You say something? I think my hearing is dead…" He said, using his pinky finger to rub at his ear.

Saya growled. "You're just so insufferable."

"Don't know why you hang out with me then," Drake shrugged.

The pinkette girl tried to say something but no words left her mouth as a tinge of pink appeared on her cheeks. "W-well, what else am I supposed to do?" She huffed, turning away with her cheeks puffed.

Drake blinked once then twice. 'Huh, so this is what a tsundere is… Now I know why Vector seems to like them so much.'

"Were you thinking about something pervy!? You're staring at me with that creepy look of yours!" Saya argued.

"Excuse me?" Drake raised a brow in confusion.

"Are you even paying attention, baka!" The girl screeched, further damaging the young man's eardrums.

While Saya continued to yell at Drake for not paying attention and answering her, the former assassin was deep in thought…

'I wonder what I should do for lunch tomorrow?' ...about food.

Meanwhile...

Bullying…

A common occurrence in the school. It seemed to happen at every school that he transferred to (most of the time, he was dealing with his bullies while Lupo was bailing him out of trouble). It always happened to the weak and the meek. The strong and arrogant push around the little guy because they believe themselves better than everyone else.

So, it didn't come as a surprise when Drake noticed one of the students from his class getting bossed around by the third-years. If the super soldier remembered correctly, the glasses-wearing victim went by the name of Kohta Hirano.

Normally, Drake would go over there and knock a few teeth out because he couldn't stand people who picked on the weak anymore. Not after what happened in Raccoon City…

Unfortunately, he couldn't afford to be transferred to another school, especially this late into the school year. Plus, he rather liked living in Japan.

So he quickly informed the passing by gym teacher about the bullying. The beer-gutted man stormed over to the bullying teens and quickly shouted, "Hey! What do you boys think you're doing over there!"

A smirk of satisfaction appeared on the former assassin's face after he left the bullies to be scolded harshly by the physical education teacher.

He only managed to leave a few steps until he felt a hand on his shoulder. It took all of his self-control not to lose his cool and use his combat training to take out the one who touched him. Drake glanced over his shoulder and noticed that it was Kohta Hirano, who was giving him a look of appreciation.

"Nocturne-san, was it? Thanks for standing up for me. Most people would just walk away…" The boy thanked the teen.

Drake shrugged. "I just did it because I felt like it. Guys like them piss me off."

"Well, thanks anyway," Kohta bowed to the red-eyed super soldier then quickly marched off to head to his next class.

After watching the teen leave, Drake had a funny feeling that Hirano was holding in a lot of anger. Though that was normal for teenagers, especially when it comes to the victims of bullies.

For some reason, he hoped that Kohta Hirano never had a weapon in his hands. Otherwise, that would be quite a bloodbath.

Town Square

While many citizens were going about their day either going to work, to school, or other random things that they do to spend their time, there was another person who had a far more sinister goal in mind.

The individual in question checked their surroundings then headed into an alleyway. Their gaze landed on a manhole, which they removed with unnatural strength then dropped inside as they landed in the sewer.

They traveled through the sewers, ignoring the squeaking and fleeing rats that seemed to be cowering from the aura of the individual traversing through the filth-ridden halls.

Eventually, the figure arrived at their destination then reached inside their coat to pull out a vial filled with a luminescent purple liquid. They uncorked the vial then poured its contents into the sewer system.

"With this… our vision of the future is all but complete," The figure said in a distorted tone of voice that detailed no particular gender.

In a later hour, humanity would be on the brink of extinction because of a mad plan for power.

Fujimi Academy - Two Weeks Later

A shiver ran down Drake's spine for reasons that yet escape him. He never believed in superstitions that resulted in karma or chance.

He shook his head to rid himself of such a thought. Distractions tended to get a soldier killed on the battlefield, especially when there are infected all around. He made such a mistake once and it nearly cost him his life.

School hours went on without much trouble. The daily routine for the former assassin had been nothing but a repeat. Wake up, bathe, eat, go to school, eat some more, school again, go back home, clean weapons, eat, sleep, and repeat.

Today, 5th Period was exceptionally boring as usual. Takashi Komuro, a rather thick-headed young man who tended to skip classes due to his laid-back attitude, had just arrived at the classroom. Drake didn't really care nor like the fellow because from what he knew about Komuro, he was a reckless, headstrong fool.

Other than that, the kid wasn't all that special besides his seemingly aloof nature and his unimpressive attitude.

For some reason, Takashi had burst into the room, seemingly out of breath. Suddenly, he took Rei Miyamoto by the arm, telling her to go with him. They started talking about something that Drake could hardly hear but he noticed something in the boy's eyes...

...they were filled with fear.

Reality came back when Takashi slapped Rei across the face, with some force as well. Hisashi had gotten up and it looked like things were about to escalate into a fight that Drake would have to intervene in. However, before the silver-haired teen could even slug the reckless idiot, Takashi whispered something into his ear. Something that caught the former assassin's interest...

"There was a murder at the front gates just now. We gotta get out of here."

Drake narrowed his eyes in suspicion. A murder at the front gates? And yet there wasn't an announcement yet?

The trio had soon left the classroom, prompting the teacher to yell angrily after them, but ultimately did nothing but closed the door. The clone could hear the hushed voices of gossip spread around his classmates, most likely his peers chatting amongst themselves about what they thought was going on.

As if answering Drake's question, a warning announcement over the loudspeaker echoed. The speaker obviously sounded frantic for some reason.

He tuned out the screams of the dying and the near-catatonic voice of the announcer. It was faint but he could hear it as clear as day…

...the song of the undead.

Once the announcement warning over the loudspeaker was cut short, the entirety of the classroom was dead silent for a moment. And as if it didn't get anymore cliche, a piece of chalk had fallen onto the floor and broke the stupor of everyone present.

Then came the chaos…

The entire class erupted into a panic. Students piled out of the now all-too narrow doors of the classroom. The teacher had completely lost control of his class and seemed to not know what to do, before deciding to run along with the mob. Drake remained in his seat and observed the frantic fleeing of the humans trying to escape. It would almost be amusing to him to see an entire class struggle to fit through a three-foot wide door frame but the situation was far from humorous.

Drake sighed and reached under his seat, grabbing his backpack to place on his desk. 'And just when I was beginning to enjoy my life as a simple high school student…' He thought to himself, reaching inside to pull out his handgun and combat knife, slinging the blade into a hidden holster within his jacket and loading the USP with a magazine of ammo.

A resounding click from the slide he pulled back signaled that a bullet had been chambered, ready to fire at the pull of a trigger.

"Time to go to work," The former assassin abandoning his high school identity of Drake Nocturne to embrace his old callsign and profession… as Reaper.

A/N: That's it for this chapter.

The inspiration for making this was after playing Operation Raccoon City again and playing the new RE2 remake game, which is awesome I might add.

In case you're wondering about what Reaper's power armor looked like, the design is based on the Power Suits from the Starship Troopers Invasion/Traitor of Mars movies. The PAPOP was an actual prototype of the French military but the design was too cumbersome for regular soldiers, especially Spec-Ops and was scrapped altogether.

As for the mountains of weapons he has in his apartment? Come on, it wouldn't be Resident Evil without a shitload of weapons.

Now just to point out, there will occasionally be flashback events from the game that detail Delta Team's mission and Reaper's behavior around them. If you have suggestions for anything to add or subtract in the story, inform me and I'll do the best I possibly can.

Peace out, everyone!