Author's Note:

Hello readers! I know I have been gone for a while now due to lack of internet access and being banned from here by my guardian for an unknown reason. However I am back for the time being until further notice. Please note that, yes, I already do have a fanfic with the same title and plot. However, this is a rewrite. Things will be further more improved among the terms of spelling, grammar, and plot line events. I want to thank Johnclaw Dragonhelm for his co-author work for the original Help Me Escape, and for his support for the rewrite. Never leave a friend hanging~

-ST

Prologue

"We are well aware of the demands for this project, Sir," A doctor stood behind his desk, facing a projected holographic screen of his boss- who was not easily seen as he stood in the shadows. "However, neither Umbrella nor Tricell has the required funds for such a project that may be doomed to fail. We have no sponsors, no money, and no hosts. It will not be easy creating such a new virus. It is almost impossible." There was an uncomfortable silence that hung in the air like a haunting noose. "Sir?"

"Didn't you have a previous experiment concerning this?"

"Yes. The G-Virus. However, much of our work was lost due to that rookie cop many years ago, and it can only reproduce through its own blood relatives, or any other organism that shares the same genetic DNA. Not something we want if we were to have a B.O.W of mass reproduction, is it?"

"So you still have samples?"

"Of course, Sir."

"Then run some tests. Enhance it if you must. Splice it. Do whatever it takes to make the project successful. This could save your asses out on the black market."

"But Sir, the sponsors?"

"You have enough sponsors! This shit is in high demand, and if you don't pull it through, you'll be dancing with the Cerberus. Here, let's play nice. You'll be head of the GRP; Genetrix-R Project. I'll be in charge of the development of Genetrix-R."

"So does that mean you'll be visiting the labs here, Sir?"

"Of course. Don't want to make my little friends lonely now." There was a dark chuckle that played from the man's unseen lips.

"Of course not, Sir. However we need to gather hosts-"

"I have the perfect one in mind. Don't worry about it." Another sinister chuckle.

"Very well. We shall get started on the project immediately by observing previous viruses and experimenting from there. We'll send you any data we find, in turn for the data of the host."

"Consider it done. Meeting dismissed!" The lights flashed on, making the projected holographic screen disappear. Scientists, including Dr. Burrs, began rising from their seats. They were off to try to create a monstrosity too valuable for the Black Market; too valuable, even, to let the knowledge leak even to Tricell about their findings. Dr. Burrs shrugged on his coat and pushed in his chair. "Oh, and Dr. Burrs," The scientist looked up, despite nothing being projected on the walls. "Don't disappoint me."