=Ch.1: That's not a Zombie=

A/N: Howdy folks, before ya begin with this story it was a simple idea I had, plus noticing a lack of crossover stories involving the lovely game of Dead Rising. This is my attempt at making a story ever so I apologize for the sucky way of storytelling. Anywho thank you for your time.

All properties of RWBY belongs to RoosterTeeth

All properties of Dead Rising belongs to Capcom

Los Perdidos California, a once-bustling city and tourist destination for summer fun and hot outings, with its own local charm to boot. Like any city in recent times, precautions were had as a way to best avoid the worse outcome possible. What precautions would a city need anyhow? Natural disasters perhaps? Possible terrorist attacks maybe, invasions of either an army or terrestrial kind? Such possibilities were probable and never ignored but one precaution was never taken as seriously as others since the idea of such an event occurring was only the idea of mere fiction. Yet an outbreak of a monster once believed to be nothing more than seen on movie screens and books were very much now a real and dangerous threat. These threats had many names of course, but one name that all can remember and know of, such a simple name as well for a simple threat, they were known commonly as Zombies.

Fortunately, a cure, if you wanted to believe it to be one, was made for the infections, it couldn't save those who had turned sadly, but it was able to save those who had been bitten and infected and was able to stave away the danger of turning. At least now the medicine and cure known as "Zombrex" were more available and vastly more potent then it's initial creation during the Willamette outbreak 15 years ago. Folks all around were now being implanted with chips that would administer the medicine yet also acted as a GPS tracker as in the event the host became infected a signal would be sent and they would be removed.

Unfortunately, the use of chips caused civil unrest, most saying that the government would be able to track them easily, those people who refused to be chipped were called illegals and used the old school Zombrex injectors to get their medicine.

Yet even when the threat of a disease that caused the dead to feast on the living, you would think everyone would band together to seek an end to a threat that can very much wipe out humanity right? Of course, where people see misfortune and pain, others see profit, opportunity and a chance for power and it was this twisted view that when the whole of the United States had mass outbreaks occurring in major cities only allowed them to reap the dark benefits from the disaster.

It honestly was a major dick move, thankfully though when there are monsters, there are those who fight back against those monsters.

Nick Ramos was once again thinking to himself that he was way in over his head.

The first time was when he tried to leave the city three days after the initial outbreak and volunteered to scout ahead, only to discover the tunnel was bombed shut with both cars and the undead.

The second time was when a survivor by the name of "Zhi", had not only killed other survivors that stepped into his garden, had tried to kill Nick, forcing him to defend himself and somehow being able to beat the psychopath. Nick, however, had a front-row seat to seeing the man cut his own head off after going through a monologue.

Sadly for Nick similar occurrences with some survivors had occurred, all of which tried to kill him and all whom he had defeated and then promptly saw their demise at their own hands oddly enough.

He then recalled the various biker gangs and special forces units that tried to kill him as well over the week, and how each time he had won those battles either with the use of a firearm or with the very odd yet incredibly powerful weapons he had learned to create, taking a note from Chuck Greene and calling them "Combo Weapons".

Over the week Nick had come to learn a lot about himself. Starting with the fact that weapons that he made were downright impossible, yet he used them with great proficiency and familiarity. He somehow learned the plans to make what was essentially a Mini-Nuke using propane tanks and various homemade explosives that always blew his clothes off, save for his underwear. Those strange Juices that he found the recipes for were also odd in not only how they only needed two ingredients, but had proved beneficial to his survival in more than one occasion, but also had weird benefits to them with each variety having its own perk to it. He also learned that he had strange ease with hand to hand fighting and was really versatile with a Gung Hao, which was the same weapon that Zhi had tried to kill him with. Lastly, one being that the first girl he ever liked happened to be the daughter of survivor turned criminal Chuck Greene, who Nick believed such a fact being terrifyingly badass.

However, the real icing on the fucked up cake that was his week was the fact that the entire outbreak was planned, he was apparently a test subject and immune to the infection, zombies were evolving and able to somewhat use guns now. Also that he was wanted by the nation with a 5 million bounty on his head just because he had a number tattooed on his neck. And that he found out that a lot of people owned absurd amounts of weapons in Los Perdidos (Seriously, he found and used a damn Mini-gun that he found in a safe-house, not to mention a literal chainsaw sword.)

What a week.

Still, that was one of many thoughts going through his head before he-

"ROOOOAAARRR!"

Right, those things were chasing him, and for once he actually preferred the damn zombies at this very moment.

Nick couldn't remember anything that had happened, not a surprise since he couldn't remember his own childhood aside from being picked up by his mother/boss Rhonda and becoming a mechanic.

But here he was, running in a forest in the middle of the night and being chased by some nightmare monster, completely naked as well, but also the huge fact that he was way shorter than normal and didn't have ANY of his weapons. "Help me somebody please, anybody!" Nick yelled out. The only thing he could clearly remember was waking up next to a tree, feeling very cold and seeing glowing red eyes staring at him from a bush. Suffice to say was Nick was out of luck and could only keep running blindly into whatever direction he was facing.

Thankfully all the running from zombies and special forces that he had done in the city had worked wonders for him now that he was literally running from a snarling death, and the drive of fear fueling him. Nick kept on running, he tried to pull out a weapon as he has done in the week prior to at least try and fight it but nothing came out, so he kept on running until he saw a clearing up ahead. Nick looked back and saw that the monster that was chasing him was slowing down now, but as he was running he suddenly stopped as he collided with something.

"OOF!" sprawling back onto his ass and rubbing his forward as he had collided with something very solid, and looking up to see a man standing there, a giant of a man in fact.

Nick scrambled to his feet but before Nick could say anything the man asked, "Were you the one yelling in the woods boy?" Nick could make out a slightly confused expression on the man's bearded face due to the moonlight.

Nick was also surprised someone actually heard him at all, but as he was about to answer until he saw the man pull out a very large sword and start walking towards him. This caused Nick to panic and back away since he thought the man was going to gut him, but before he could beg to god for forgiveness, the man told him something.

"Stay behind me." as Nick saw the man walk past him and towards the monster that had been chasing him. Nick wanted to run again but couldn't as he felt some kind of strong aura surround the man making him flinch. Nick was glued to the spot in fear as he watched the man walk up to the monster with the sword ready.

The beast stood up and roared at the man, and although it was a night the moonlight was bright and allowing for the shape of the monster to be seen at least. To Nick, the monster looked like a giant bear.

The bear swiped at the man was a massive paw with the man taking a step to the side and returning the swipe with his own and cleaving half the bear's arm off. Before the monster bent over in pain allowing the man to step in suddenly and in a fluid motion struck the sword upwards through the monster bear's lower jaw and out the top of its head. The red glow of the monster's eyes faded away and once the man pulled the blade out of the beast's skull it slumped over dead.

"HAHA! Damn Ursas thinking they can stop me if dozen of you can't stop me what makes you think only one of you can?" the man laughed and then kicked the now named Ursa's head for the Hell of it and soon the body began to, well, it began to turn into some kind of black smoke.

"Hm, right then, you okay over there boy, still breathing I hope as well?" the man then turned to Nick and rested his sword on his shoulder and walked towards Nick.

Nick didn't realize he had his mouth upon until he felt a moth fly in and in an instance, both crunched on and spit the bug out, "Ah! pffft~ I'm ptoo~ I'm alright… blegh"

The man tilted his head a bit and laughed once more, "HA! Good to hear boy, especially with your little Midnight streaking going on as well, surprised as well since you seem to be my own son's age, but young folks today I guess."

'Midnight Streaking?' what did he mean by that? Nick got his answer when he was suddenly aware of the cold breeze between his knees causing him to look down on himself in his full birthday suit and with a yelp used both hands to hide what he could.

Nick decided to just be honest, "I just woke up in the middle of the forest already naked and I actually don't remember how I got here, like at all… sir."

The man put a hand to his own chin in thought "And how exactly did you end up here then, near the settlement that is."

Nick only shrugged, "The first thing I saw when I woke up was red eyes, and I just started running in one direction, I had no idea where I was going and I didn't like the idea of becoming a midnight snack for a… Ursa right?"

The man then scratched his chin, "Yeah, it's like you haven't seen a Grimm before the boy."

Nick only stared back, "What's a Grimm?"

A sudden wind blew on by as silence filled the air.

Nick shivered and let out a sneeze.

The man snapped out of his wondering state, "Oh Shite, right you're naked and it's cold!"

The man then took off a coat he had been wearing and placed it around Nick, clearly being several sizes too big for him but the warmth and covering of his decency, was very much welcomed.

The man sighed, kneeling down and placed a hand on Nick's shoulder. "Okay lad, do you at least remember your name?"

Nick nodded, "My name is Nick Ramos."

The man gave a small smile, "Right then Nick, my name is John Arc… Ah, you know where your family is then?"

Nick then started to remember his friends and over the course of the week, found to calling them his family as well, Nick only sniffed at the memory and the cold, "I don't know what happened to them."

Nick would've said more but he suddenly felt himself slump forward only to be caught by John, "Woah boy, are you alright?"

Nick only mumbled in response "So… tired..."

John hummed to himself and picked Nick up and started to carry him back to his home.

Nick tried to stay awake but couldn't any longer, he wanted to thank John for saving him but only let out a mumble that wasn't heard.

"Alright then Nick, just you rest up now, you're safe and you'll be even safer when we get home. Might want to add that my wife might take a liking to you lad, heck even my kids might like you as well."

Nick didn't hear much of what John had said since he was already teetering into the grasp of sleep, but he did wonder if he heard what bits he did catch were right. But alas, Nick fell into the lands of dreams without even a second chance, all while being carried by John Arc.