DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN RESIDENT EVIL. ALL CHARACTERS BELONG TO CAPCOM.

I've been getting into resident evil a lot lately, playing the games, reading stories (Including a few excellent novels by S.D. Perry.), and stuff like that. So, after reading 1wingangels RE4 Real Life edition story, I've been putting this story together in my head for a while. So please enjoy:

The Final hours

Prologue:

Birkin's discovery.

Jake had been with umbrella for only a year when he was invited to the Spencer estate by William Birkin. He said he had made a huge discovery while working there for a few days. It was something he had wanted to keep secret, only inviting Albert, Annette, and Jake.

Jake had recently been asked if he wanted to do work with the T-Virus, after accidentally finding a few reports of test subjects who were exposed to the virus. If he remembered correctly, they gave him a choice: You can join White Umbrella, or we can put you as the next test subject…

He had then begun working under William Birkin, which was probably why he was here tonight.

The words sent a shiver down his spine as he walked through the lab under the estate. He had been here once before, though he had seen numerous maps of the place, he felt he could walk through it blindfolded.

He was excited somewhat though, if Birkin had made a discovery, then he was going to be one of the first few to see it! He opened a door in the lab, to find Birkin and his wife already there. He didn't even notice Wesker sitting in a chair, feet up on the desk.

There were several monitors on the wall as well, each one showing a different spot in the mansion. After a short silence, Birkin began to speak, and Jake had to hold in his excitement, to avoid looking like a rookie.

Though, that night would change his whole perspective on the T-virus, and Umbrella…

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September 28, 1998.

Rebecca ran through the city, looking in horror at its shambling denizens. The T-virus had gotten out somehow, even though it had seemed they had stopped it for good. Umbrella couldn't have done this, at least not on their own.

It didn't make sense, why unleash it on their selves? She tried to think of a reason, and then a few zombies that were a bit too close for comfort brought her back to reality. She dodged out of the way of them, barely making it in to a nearby bar.

The door was open, thankfully, and she rushed through, shutting it quickly behind her. It was empty of life, and she hoped that nothing would get in anytime soon. She sagged on the door, and sighed. There was a jukebox on the other wall, turned on. She listened and heard music playing from a few speakers on the wall.

"Great, why not just put up a sign to them that I'm in here…" She said, walking to the jukebox, pulling the cord out of the back of it. The music stopped instantly. She heard some of the zombies pounding on the doors and windows, and she decided to barricade the door. She grabbed a chair, and started taking it to the door…

"I was listening to that." Came a voice behind the bar. Rebecca jumped when he spoke, not expecting a voice. She looked at where the voice came from, and saw a man rise up from behind the counter, "Who're you?" He asked.

She relaxed, and spoke up, "Rebecca Chambers." She greeted, and he sat on the bar, facing her.

He sighed, "Crap, that's all I need," He said lethargically, and before he could say anything more, she cut him off.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" She asked a bit offended.

"You're a new member of S.T.A.R.S. aren't you? Your face has been all over the news lately." He said, worried a bit more over a bit of a larger matter.

She frowned, "I guess so, but just because I'm a rookie doesn't mean I don't know what I'm doing."

"Right, because firing your pistol at a very expensive Tyrant is definitely professional work. Oh! Not to mention the whole incident up in Maine. Great job by the way, losing two team members, and getting another shot, I can see that your training really pays for itself." He said, remembering everything he had to deal with after both incidents.

"How do you know about all that?" She retorted, a bit shocked and angry at the same time.

"Umbrella's been watching you S.T.A.R.S. for quite some time now, and they know who's been destroying several of their labs too…" He was cut off by a small beep on his side, where he kept a small device a friend had given to him. He took it out, and looked at its screen which had a small message written on it.

"And let me guess, you work for Umbrella right?" She asked, impatient. He didn't look up, only replied, "Partially correct." He seemed to be very into what he was reading.

"Shit." He said, his tone becoming frustrated. He looked up at Rebecca, who seemed to be scowling at him, "We need to get out of here, now."

"I am not going to work with someone from Umbrella, not after everything that's happened." She told him sternly.

"Well, contrary to what you believe, not everyone in Umbrella is a psychotic asshole, just the ones up top." He paused for a moment, and put the small device back, "And, if we don't leave you're gonna get to meet someone who puts the tyrants to shame." He said, and walked to the door, and pulled the chair away from it.

Rebecca looked at him for a moment, and sighed, "There's no where safe in this town, is there?"

"Nope, though you can either die within a few minutes, or come with me now, and live for at least a few days."

That wasn't all too promising, and she didn't want to help someone in Umbrella, but she didn't exactly have a choice right now, "Fine, but as soon as we leave town, I'm gonna make sure you and the rest of Umbrella go to jail for a good long time."

He chuckled, "You're funny. Oh, and by the way…" He said pulling a Beretta out of his pocket, "You're gonna want this." She hesitantly took it.

"So, where are we going?" She asked, as he pushed the door open just a crack. He looked outside, "A friend's house. Now let's see... Don't see any of them out there... wait nevermind, there they are." He said, smirking. Rebecca didn't want to go with this guy, though she definitely couldn't do this on her own. But, did it have to be him? She didn't trust him, after all, he was with Umbrella, and they caused all this! Yet... she really didn't have a choice.

Rebecca began to think about when she first met Billy, and how this seemed similar. Though the only difference, Billy was a good person, who didn't do anything wrong. For all she knew, this guy could've unleashed the virus on the whole damn town! Not to mention she didn't really know where he would take her...

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Theres the prologue for ya! Please review! ) If good things are said, I will continue it!