I do not own the Resident Evil series or any of the characters except Daniel and Gabriel.

Beginning

Daniel sat against the wall laying the metal pipe across his lap and grimaced. Three straight hours roaming the streets easily laying waste to the things that had been tearing the trained soldiers apart. Sure there were a lot, but the soldiers were using guns while Daniel had the good sense to use a pipe. The things were zombies, reanimated through one government experiment or another, Daniel assumed. When he had saved a group of soldiers, they had said something about a disease called the T-Virus but then more infected had found them and he had left them to draw the zombies away killing them quickly.

"Frigging zombies," Daniel said. "I've been ready for this my entire life. No way a bunch of dead guys is going to get me."

He stood and began making his way to his original destination, his best friend's apartment. He and his friend weren't ashamed to say they were nerds and his friend had him beat by about three feet. He collected video games while his friend created replicas of weapons from the games. Two games that he had focused on specifically was Final Fantasy XIII and Final Fantasy XIII-2. He had made the main character of the first game's weapon, a sword that could be folded up into a functional gun. Then he had made her weapon from the second game that was the same thing but with a different design. Then he had made two of the second best character's weapon, a Bo Staff with a blade on each that looked vaguely like a crab claw.

Daniel reached the apartment kicking the door in instantly then blocking a blade with his pipe.

"Sup," Daniel said as his friend pulled his blade out of the pipe and stepped back.

"You broke my door," his friend said tossing him the second gunblade, as it was called.

Daniel's was about four feet long with a straight double edged blade, a smaller bayonet-like blade attached to the back ending about halfway along the blade, a finger guard extending down in front of the handle and ending just past the bottom but angled outward so that it was about level with the bottom of the grip. The grip itself was just long enough for one hand and curved forward slightly.

Daniel's friend's gunblade was mostly titanium with a rip similar to Daniel's and a cleaver-style blade. It curved forward then back in the other direction forming a point about five feet in total length. Both folded up at the press of a button into a large pistol with a magazine in the grip that held twenty .50 caliber magnum bullets while the gun itself had next to no recoil when shot. Both blades were kept meticulously clean and razor sharp making them deadly weapons that would probably be illegal if anyone had found them.

Daniel's friend was about Daniel's height standing at five foot seven with short dark brown hair matching Daniel's own, dark brown eyes matching Daniel's own, and was fairly muscular, much like Daniel. People always said they could be twins and they were right. They both had average looks with a medium size slightly round nose, a medium sized mouth, ears lined up with the the middle of their face, slightly rectangular eyes with the left a lazy eye being only three fourths as open as the right, and their bangs kept down over their foreheads. They were both twenty two and the only difference between them, aside from their personalities, was the scar running down the left side of Daniel's face and across his eye. It stopped at the point where his face sloped in toward his eye then began again where it stopped sloping outward. Daniel had taken fencing and had had an accident resulting in a broken blade nearly taking his eye out but missing by just under a centimeter. Both Daniel and his friend wore black Tee-shirts, black cargo pants, navy blue military jackets, and black and white Converse All Stars. In all honesty, they could have better shoes but they liked converse so they stuck to them.

"Forget the door," Daniel said. "The city's lost Gabe. We need to leave, now."

"I told you not to call me Gabe, my name's Gabriel," Gabriel said. "Just let me grab our bladed lances."

He ran into the other room then came back out with both of the Bo Staffs with bladed ends. He gave one to Daniel along with the sleeve he had made to carry them in and the sheath for the gunblade, an oversized rifle sock with a strap to be worn hanging from the back of Daniel's belt. Daniel slung the staff across his back and the gunblade's sheath from the back of his belt then drew the gunblade and they left the apartment.

When they reached the street, they turned left and ran away from the main gate which was the only exit. A "pharmaceutical" company called Umbrella was guarding it with their "security guards" that were actually better trained soldiers than the United States armed forces. They were also the same group as the scattered soldiers throughout Raccoon City. Daniel knew that umbrella was behind the zombies one way or another and didn't feel like going to see him. For now, they needed to find supplies. That meant food, clothes, weapons, and, if at all possible, people.

They made their way through the city and after a few minutes, they found themselves at a convenience store likely filled with anything and everything they could need. They went inside and to the clothing section first. They hadn't thought to grab their own clothes so they needed to get some new ones. They got pretty much the same outfit that they always had then got a duffel bag and filled it with the extra clothes as well as toothbrushes, toothpaste, food, bottles of water, and each got a pistol and several magazines full of ammo. They also got plenty of ammo for their gunblades. Then, they went back out onto the street.

They looked around and saw that there was a fair-sized horde off to the left but the right was empty. They began walking calmly to the right and after a few blocks, they stopped when they saw a huge zombie with rubber overalls, a rocket launcher, and a mini-gun was walking toward a building where a large number of S.T.A.R.S., Special Tactics and Rescue Squad, members were staring in a mix of awe and fear and a single member with a sniper stood on top shooting it with no effect. The zombie aimed the rocket launcher and fired demolishing the entire top of the building. They both ducked into cover then glanced at it just as it aimed its mini-gun and began shooting into the building shattering the glass front and mowing the S.T.A.R.S. members down but leaving the civilian with gold plated pistols standing in the middle of the soldiers completely unscathed.

"That's impossible," Gabriel said as the zombie lowered his gun and began walking away.

"That is mastery with a weapon," Daniel said. "He's being controlled. Come on."

He ran out to the building with Gabriel and the civilian grabbed his guns and aimed at them clearly terrified.

"Don't worry," Daniel said. "We're friendly. That thing clearly doesn't like S.T.A.R.S."

"No kiddin'," the man said.

He was a bit taller than them and a bit older, probably mid to late thirties. He had curly black hair and five o'clock shadow. He was African American but Daniel couldn't care less.

"Name's Daniel," Daniel said holding his hand out. "This is Gabriel."

"Lloyd Jefferson Wayne," the man said shaking his hand. "You can call me L.J. on account of the informal situation."

Daniel grinned and set his gunblade on his shoulder.

"Come on," Daniel said. "We should get going."

They began to leave just as a Licker landed in front of them and remained silent. Daniel silently readied himself to attack and Gabriel struggled to keep his nerve knowing that the Lickers were attracted to sound. L.J., had no such knowledge and turned running away. The Licker leapt over Daniel and Gabriel and Daniel slashed its stomach spilling its insides over the ground. L.J. kept running and Daniel shrugged then left the building with Gabriel. They walked along the street for a few minutes until they reached a payphone that instantly rang.

"Don't answer," Gabriel said.

Daniel walked to the phone picking it up and grinning up at a camera over them.

"Yellow?" Daniel asked.

"I was worried I'd have to chase you," a voice said.

"How's it goin'?" Daniel asked.

"The city is infested with undead, my daughter is missing, and my boss refused to save her," the voice said. "How do you think I am?"

"I'll help," Daniel said smirking. "But you have to do something for me too."

"What's that?" the voice asked.

"How are the railroads?" Daniel asked grinning at Gabriel.

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