Disclaimer: I don't own the Resident Evil franchise or anything that I mention here besides maybe the plot and myself, and I think the latter is up for debate though.

"Handgun bullets" Normal talks

"A Dining Room" Thoughts

"S.T.A.R.S..." Transformed but still talks

Chapter 1: September 28, 1998 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Shhhhiiiiiiiiiiii-not good!

Year 2013...That's all I can say its 2013; big whoop the world didn't end after all since I'm in front of my computer playing games right now. And in particular I'm playing a zombie horror game, Resident Evil 3. . . . But with full gamesharks cheats ehehehehehe. . . but enough about my inadequate skills in Resident Evil. I was playing the game and I was about to finish off Nemesis with the rail gun's big brother, the Rail Cannon, when suddenly there was a sudden and very intense flash of light.

And while my eyes are being burnt out of my eye sockets there was this floaty and tingly feeling surrounding my body which ended with a dull thud, now it's only pain.

"Oohh, my baacckk." I groaned out in pain and as my eyesight returns to normal I heard a peculiar moaning and shuffling. When I can see again a saw this rotting corpse moving towards me, the good news I didn't scream my head off because there was a lot of them and only this one noticed me and the bad news is that I stopped breathing because of the sheer terror coursing through my body.

Now you're thinking that this guy is going to die because the last thing you need to do is freeze up in a zombie apocalypse. And you would be right if it wasn't for the metal wire barricade that I finally notice separating us, thus giving me enough time to get my bearings straight.

Immediately rising to my feet, I slowly walked backwards away from the carcass pounding away at the barricade and alerting other zombies on what is happening. Still backing away from the spectacle I stumbled on a dead body, and thankfully a partially headless body, of a military person of some kind because unlike other guys from the military this guy is wearing all black and has this weird facemask like headgear which is destroyed because of a giant hole on the goggles like thingy.

Startled and in pain again from the fall of stumbling on the corpse. I saw that it was holding a revolver, a Colt Python Magnum to be exact. When I took the gun from the dead body, which gave me the creeps and the shivers by the way, it felt quite comfortable and oddly light on my hand which is weird since I have not even hold a gun in my life and from what I read on the internet the Colt Python Magnum is quite heavy when it comes among handguns.

Seeing an ammo box nearby, which is quite oddly convenient but who am I to look at a gift horse's mouth, I rummage couple of magnum rounds inside the box the clanging of the metal wire barricade become more intense and louder. Spinning around and facing the barricade I saw a lot of zombies pushing at the barricade straining it. I fired a couple of rounds at a couple of zombies, and I already said that I haven't held I gun in my life but I was firing it as if I've been train trained in firearms use but that wasn't in my head at the time, I was firing at the zombies to ease the strain on the barricade but I know it was useless to keep wasting ammo on them it was only to buy me some time to escape. Grabbing a couple of more ammo at the ammo box that I can carry, I raced out of that danger zone to an alley dodging a couple of the shuffling undead along the way and killing a couple when I don't have the option to dodge.

When I finally right out of the alley and on to the main streets. . . It was total anarchy people fleeing for their lives, some people are being eaten alive, the police and the military trying to save some survivors. It was horrible. I was about to go to the police and military when they were suddenly overwhelm because their barricade collapse. Seeing them dying like that made my stomach churn. I have no other choice but to try and find another safe place to rest because the one that I was about to go to was now overrun by zombies.

Running again to find temporary safe haven, I fortunately stumbled upon this warehouse. Entering inside, I checked if there was any more of those walking carcasses and seeing there was none relax a little. I started to explore the place since it looked oddly familiar as if I've seen the place before.

After I finished exploring the familiar building I sat inside the truck that was inside. Now that I have some time for myself I tried to formulate a plan on how I could get out of this nightmarish situation. Checking my things, I noticed that I was wearing a leather satchel. Curious, I looked inside and found an iPad, I know, I know iPads were not invented yet in 1998 but I didn't know that it was 1998, I thought that it was still 2013 and that the doomsday prophecy just got delayed and it was happening now. I also saw some other stuff inside the satchel but I didn't bother with those things yet since I was going to use the iPad to try and find out on where I am at.

Turning it on, I use the device and found out that my current location is at Raccoon City which made me pause for a moment and blink, and made me read it twice. Slowly a feeling of dread started to envelope my very being. I shook my head to clear such ridiculous thought going through my head. I scoffed, 'Impossible! There is no way that I'd end up in that Raccoon City.' I thought. But I was seriously having doubts at that point; clearing my head again I used my iPad to show me the map of the city so I can find the shortest route to escape this hellhole.

While I was creating my escape plan, I heard a commotion outside (it seems that I was also given a better than average hearing also), quickly putting my iPad inside the satchel, I've hidden myself from view and pointed my gun at the door. The noises got louder until finally the door opens and in comes a rotund man. He closes the door and paces nervously when the door opens again and in comes a woman this time. Now when she came in I started breaking in a cold sweat and my recently pass ideas pops back in my head because really the outfit she was wearing looks like Jill Valentine's from RE 3 and I know that it was not the time to cosplay as her. The Jill lookalike and the rotund man started an all too familiar conversation when I accidentally made some noise making the lookalike tense and points her gun at my general direction.

"Who's there?" She asked her gun ready to fire at a moment's notice.

Cursing under my breath I slowly got out of my hiding place with hands raised in the air. "Don't shoot! I'm another survivor!" I shouted.

Slowly lowering her gun she asked me with narrowed eyes. "Who are you?"

"John, John Macias. And who are you?" I asked back at her.

"Jill Valentine." She said.

My eyes widened, the possibility that I'm in a survival horror just got higher but I got to make sure. "Jill Valentine? Former STARS member Jill Valentine and part of STARS Alpha Team? You're that Jill Valentine!"

"Yes I am...Why?" She narrows her eyes in suspicion at me.

When I got my confirmation I was shouting F-plicatives, explicatives consisting mostly of the "F" words, in my head. "Nothing! Nothing at all! I just wanted to know." 'Yeah, I wanted to know how in God's name I ended up in the Resident Evil Game?!'

She took a long look at me then she talk back to that other man. "Ok we need to get out of here."

"WHAT? What do you think you're talking about? I just lost my daughter out there, how dare you tell me to go back outside?"

"I'm sorry about your daughter, but there isn't going to be any rescue, we have to get out of here "

"NO! I'm not going anywhere, I'd rather starve to death in here than be eaten by one of those undead monsters, now leave me alone!" and the man runs into the container truck locking himself in.

"Well he's going to die." I couldn't help say making her glare at me. "What? I'm only stating fact. At some point in time those things are going to break in here and since he trapped himself in here he is going to end up dead."

"Since you think that this place is still going to be overrun then why are you hiding here?" Jill asks with her arms cross.

"I was only going to stay here for a little while to get my bearings straight and also plan on how to get out of this nightmare of a city." I answered.

"And what pray tell is this planned of yours?"

"Initially grab a working car and drive out of the city but I think this won't work."

"It won't." She shakes her head. "Most of the city has been barricaded from the outside and the city is littered with rubble and jammed with cars that it's impossible to drive through."

"I see...then Plan B it is."

"And what's your Plan B?"

"I don't know but I'll think on it along the way."

She raises her brow at me.

"I'll follow you around since I think my chances of survival would be higher with a trained officer." 'And I know you have experience dealing with zombies.' "And while I'm doing that I'll think of a way to get out of this place." I said to her.

Hearing my "plan" she nods her head and tries to open the locked door. '...That was stupid of me. I forgot to lock the door.' "The keys are up there." I said pointing at the room above.

Looking at me weirdly Jill went upstairs to get the keys.

I looked at a hanging calendar and thought. 'September 28, 1998 ... oh shiiiiiiiiiii-not good!'

Note: I don't know if I portrayed Jill right so help and bear with me.