RESIDENT EVIL UNFORGIVING NIGHTMARE

CHAPTER 1: GENESIS

Outside Oswell. E. Spencer's hidden mansion, the thunder clashed loudly as lightning flashed violently and the rain pelted down with an angry torrent. Sitting in an automatic wheelchair, hooked up to various pieces of medical equipment, Oswell. E. Spencer spoke as Albert Wesker walked around him towards the large window. Spencer struggled as he was now in his nineties, his snow white hair on the back of his head, wrinkles dominating his face and his body frail

"... A new superior breed of human beings given birth by the Progenitor Virus. The Wesker children were entrusted with endless potential. Of them, only one survived. You."

Spencer struggled to breath as he spoke.

Wesker stared out at the storm, dressed in his usual sinister attire. Black leather boots, trousers, gloves, short sleeved shirt and trenchcoat. Complete with his trademark sunglasses and slicked back hair. He tilted his head back to Spencer.

"Are you saying I was manufactured?" He asked.

"I was to become a God!" Spencer heaved out before coughing. "Creating a new world with an advanced race of human beings."

Wesker, slowly starting to realise that everything that had happened in his life had been because of this old man behind him, clenched his fists.

"However, all was lost with Raccoon City." Spencer continued.

Wesker raised his head, as the lightning flashed, his eyes glowed red.

"Despite that setback, your creation still holds great significance." Spencer coughed out as he continued.

Spencer struggled to stand up as he reflected and held onto the back of his hip as he straightened his posture.

"Now my candle burns dimly." He reflected.

Wesker began to walk towards the old man, his restraints gone as he now understood everything.

"Ironic, isn't it?" Spencer asked. "For one who has the right to be a God! To face his own mortality."

Spencer turned round and looked up at Wesker, who stood before him with powerful confidence.

"The right to be a God." Wesker repeated thoughtfully.

Wesker grit his teeth as he suddenly bladed his hand and shoved it through Spencer's chest. The blood spurting out as the old man gargled in shock and pain as he hunched over Wesker. The lightning flashed and the thunder cracked loudly outside.

"That right is now mine." Wesker finished and ripped his hand out of Spencer's chest.

Spencer gasped his dying breath, his eyes wide as he fell to the floor, blood leaking out of his mouth. A pool of blood beginning to form under his now lifeless body.

Wesker looked down on Spencer's bleeding corpse.

"The right to be a God. You? Arrogant even until the end." He thought aloud. "Only one truly capable of being a God deserves that right."

With that, Wesker walked back to the window as the storm increased in intensity.

Albert Wesker adjusted the magnification on the microscope as he peered down it with one of his icy eyes. Sitting examining aspects of the Las Plagas parasite reminded him of his early life. Working for Umbrella's research team developing the T-Virus. Wesker never forgot his dealings with a person, people such as James Marcus and William Birkin were no exception. Birkin always had a special place as he was the one who supplied the experimental virus that brought him back to life. Then again, it did feel somewhat less special now that he knew it was all part of Spencer's plan. Wesker sighed and put his thoughts aside as his latest colleague entered the room.

Excella Gionne was elegant, deceitful and above all, loyal. She knew how to get a job done. These qualities made Wesker approve of her services. Excella was dressed in golden high heels, a revealing white dress with golden belt, necklace and bracelets. Her thick black hair was tied up in a bun, making her seem taller than she actually was. Her small, bobble earrings bounced about as she walked towards Wesker's desk, her blue eyes fixated on him.

"Albert, these Umbrella labs are out of supplies and the equipment is aging." She explained with an African accent. "We need new supplies."

"Umbrella is never out of supplies." Wesker replied strongly, standing up.

"Well, we have none left here" Excella replied indignantly.

Wesker glared at her strongly, putting his sunglasses back on. "Then we shall find more."

"Shall I prepare a team?" Excella suggested.

"No. The BSAA have been looking around here recently. Use Tricell transportation within the area." Wesker replied. "I shall go alone. All I need is a helicopter."

Excella nodded in understanding and left the room.

Wesker sat down on a large black leather chair with three large monitors in front of it. The monitors were blank, just large black squares on the wall. Wesker slid back the thick leather padding on the arm of the chair to reveal a small control panel with a card disk slot. He inserted a dark disk that had Umbrella's logo on it into the slot on the arm of the chair and the monitors came to life with a flash of green light.

On the monitor directly infront of Wesker, an Umbrella symbol floated from the centre of the screen, getting bigger as it got closer, a dark green background behind it.

"Welcome to the Umbrella Archives" A robotic female voice said.

At the top of the screen, a silver toolbar with various options slid down into view, awaiting Wesker's instruction.

"Please select a file from the main directory." The robotic female voice requested.

Wesker browsed through different files before he came to a list of undiscovered Umbrella laboratories. Most of them were in America but he needed something a little closer to where he was - Africa.

Then by refining his search, only one result came up on screen; highlighted in red.

"Umbrella Laboratory - Glasgow - Scotland"

Wesker selected this to find out what was still in the facility.

"B. active - 50"

"B. inactive - 1"

"Condition - Excellent"

"Security - Medium"

"Ownership: Umbrella Europe"

Wesker smirked to himself and noted the coordinates of the facility before turning off the monitors and leaving the room.

Soon after Excella had given the order, Tricell employees within Glasgow prepared to enter the abandoned Hive. The leader of the team, a middle aged man with trimmed, grey hair and a three day old stubble climbed into one of the large white vans and examined the map in front of him. The map lead through the streets of the city to the turn off to the entrance that had been hidden away for over thirty years now. Once he had memorised the route, he tucked the map into one of the pockets on his uniform. The uniform was similar to that of a soldier's uniform, except all black with the Tricell logo on the back. Sitting on the floor next to the handbrake of the van was an assault rifle. He had been advised to warn his team that the Hive would still have active BOWs and that they should remain vigilant when collecting the equipment and loading it into the vans. He yelled out the window of his van, his voice echoing throughout the warehouse they were in. His men heard his commands and got ready, jumping into their vans and checking their weapons. To avoid suspicion, they used large white transit vans with "Aqua Plumb" written on the sides. Once they were ready to go, the warehouse shutters slowly began to be raised. While he waited on them opening, the leader checked his dashboard computer monitor. A call was coming in. He answered it and watched as the screen flickered from static to a live video of Excella Gionne.

"Just a reminder, collect all the listed equipment and any viral samples." She informed. "Do not alert the local authorities and if anyone snoops around, exterminate them."

"Understood" The leader replied and ended the call.

By this time, the shutters had opened fully. With a forceful push of the handbrake and a fierce stomp on the accelerator, the leader rocketed out of the warehouse and onto one of the empty streets in this industrial area. Taking a sharp turn he sped down the road towards the inner city, the other nine vans matching his speed behind him. The convoy of vans turned some heads from pedestrians in the street but were quickly disregarded. The people of Glasgow had more to care about than an "Aqua Plumb" convoy.

The morning sun was rising on the wild African horizon as Wesker surfaced from one of the many underground laboratories that used to belong to Umbrella and was now secretly owned by Tricell. Despite the morning sun making the air reach a high temperature, Wesker still wore his leather apparel. Sand blew into the air as the helicopter ahead of him started up its engines. It was going to be a long helicopter journey to Glasgow, but Wesker was determined to oversee the operation and collect any viral samples so they could be kept in his possession. Wesker quickly boarded the helicopter and strapped himself in. The helicopter pilot had a deep fear of Wesker and therefore remained silent as he finished firing up the engines and performed all the safety checks before lifting off the ground and rising into the African sky.

The convoy eventually reached the entrance to the Hive. It was concealed inside a run down industrial estate on the opposite side of the city. The leader stepped out of his van, leaving the engine running as he walked up to the warehouse shutter control panel. He input a specific code. When he did, the display changed from the company front to an Umbrella Logo which spun on the screen before a female voice sounded:

"Welcome to the Hive"

The leader smirked before walking back and getting into his van again. Once he slammed his door shut, the shutter in front of him opened, revealing slowly that at the same time, the floor behind it began to slope downward into some kind of tunnel. After giving a signal, the leader drove down the slope, leading his men into the Hive. Once the tiled flooring disappeared, they turned right into a cold looking corridor, the walls seemed to be comprised of steel and concrete. Combinations of silver and grey everywhere. The Umbrella logo frequently featured on the walls along with various notices and warnings. In the top corners of the walls, the Red Queen's security cameras hung lifeless. The Red Queen having long since been deactivated. After a short period of driving through this long corridor, the vans came to an enormous arena like room. The vans stopped on a platform on the floor that was a different colour from the rest of the floor. An alarm sounded after a few seconds and this portion of the floor rapidly descended into the bowels of the Hive. The men waited patiently at the wheels of their vans. After a few minutes the platform came to a stop in a new room. In various directions there were cold, metallic doors that lead to different rooms. The drivers knew to arrange themselves so that the vans parked in spaced out positions allowing the drivers to exit their vehicles.

The leader stood in the middle of the room, weapon strapped around his shoulders.

"Alright men, remember, there are active BOWs down here." He roared. "The Red Queen should have them locked away, but be on your guard!"

The men all took the safety locks off their weapons and stood ready.

"Alright, fan out and get the supplies!" The leader barked.

All the men ran off in separate directions, including the leader himself. They had limited time to search the Hive and get out before any suspicion came upon the operation. The faster they completed things then the less time was open for things to go wrong and for Wesker to get angry. The leader shivered, Wesker could chill him to the bone, the very thought of the man angry terrified the leader. He shook his head and focussed on the cold steel hallway before him, he had to be on his guard incase any BOWs were lurking ahead of him, or even behind. Moving swiftly down the corridor he kept his weapon trained for any movement. His ears strained to listen for any sound that was made. Once he reached the corner, he quickly whipped round and aimed his weapon. No sign of life ahead. There was a pair of double doors ahead, he made his way to them and gently opened one of them, keeping his weapon prepared and aimed at the innards of the room. However, there was nothing except untouched crates and other containers. This room was spacious. It had a walkway suspended fifteen feet above the floor, to the right of the room was a door leading into a lab, and on the left, a powerful shutter for storing BOWs.

"Looks like the Red Queen did her part before she died." He commented to himself before walking into the centre of the room.

The leader lowered his weapon to his side and walked freely into the deserted laboratory, searching through the room for what he needed to collect. He was in luck. Sitting, slightly dusty, was a briefcase with an electronic lock. The leader input a code into it and it opened with a pneumatic hiss. Inside, was vials containing the infamous T-Virus. The deadly virus responsible for most of Umbrella's hideous BOWs and the tragic events in Raccoon City. He locked up the case and took it from the table, heading towards the door to get back to the van. Suddenly, the lights flickered as the Hive had some kind of power surge. The light above the shutter on the leader's right turned to red and then green. The leader sighed and kicked the double doors open, jogging back to the van. When he got there, the other men were loading their vans with heavier equipment and crates.

Once all the men had loaded their vans and slammed the doors shut, the sound echoing off the concrete and metal, the leader bellowed an order to leave. He got into his van and gunned the engine impatiently.

Wesker adjusted his sunglasses as the blazing African sun forced itself through the windows, the glass magnifying the already intense heat.

"Master Wesker" The pilot announced. "May I ask why you wear black leather in such heat?"

Wesker snapped his head towards the pilot.

"The temperature is far lower underground." Wesker replied flatly.

There was a momentary silence.

"Is that where the labs are?" The pilot asked out of abrupt curiosity.

Wesker stayed silent for a moment. He knew this behaviour all too well.

"Where the labs are is none of your concern." Wesker replied monotonously.

The pilot silenced for the time being.

The other men were surprised at the leader's sudden hurry but didn't take too much time to ponder over it. Echoing through the concrete hallways were strange noises. The kind of noises that made the hairs on the back of their necks stand on edge and let a cold shiver run down their spines. Growls, gasps, hisses and moans all echoed towards them from every direction. All the men noticeably shook with fear and scrambled into their vans, the platform raising automatically, lifting them all to the surface so that they could race off one by one.

The pilot decided to ask a question that was more relevant.

"What happens when we arrive?" He asked.

Wesker sighed, irritated.

"I check on the operation while you refuel and once it is over, I reboard this helicopter and we head back to base." He replied.

"Thank you, sir. I was just making sure." The pilot replied, trying to ease the growing tension.

The vans were now as a speeding convoy like before. However this time they were travelling far faster. They had been travelling for a while now, no longer caring for onlookers in the streets as they approached George Square. They continued to speed along the road they were on, almost entering the square while ignoring the sound of sirens in the distance.

"One last question, sir." The pilot asked, being brave.

Wesker sighed. "Fine"

"What would happen if like, there was a repeat of Raccoon City? Would you survive it?" He asked, trying to sound hypothetical.

"If I didn't get out before they bombed it, of course I wouldn't. Otherwise, yes." Was Wesker's monotonous but honest answer.

The pilot nodded his head and fell silent. Excellent.

The vans drove through George Square as fast as they could, passing the side streets without any care. It was a miracle none of them were hit by cars pulling out. The sirens in the distance were getting louder and closer the further the vans went. People in the streets looked on in amazement and then horror as the leader passed another street. The sirens had been police cars chasing a stolen vehicle which had suddenly smashed into the side of the leader's van. The right side of the van was smashed in and the force of the hit sent the van rolling over in a screech of bending metal and smashing glass. The other vans, who were too close to react, smashed into the stolen vehicle, who's driver had been crushed due to the impact. The police cars also joined in the crash, having no time to slow down and save themselves. The road was a mess of broken metal, smashed glass and crumpled vehicles. A crowd had formed around the scene as they looked to see any survivors. The equipment in the vans were broken by the crashes. The leader woke up, having been briefly knocked out on impact. He checked what remained of his dashboard and realised the briefcase with the viruses in it had been broken. The glass tubes that held the viruses had been smashed and there was traces of them all over the van, the road and his body. He quickly realised he had been cut in countless places from the shattering of the windscreen and the virus would be going into the cuts. He groaned as he tried to get up and cried out when he couldn't. His leg was trapped under the crumpled dashboard. He sat up as best he could and tried to lift the wreckage of the dashboard off his leg. Despite how strong he was, he couldn't lift it. His ears twitched when he heard an odd hissing noise. The leader looked around him and noticed that the gaseous T-virus was changing state to a liquid. The strange, blue liquid began to drip from various areas in the overturned van and landed on his body. It started seeping into his cuts and some drops fell into his agape mouth. He coughed and tried to spit it out but failed. It didn't matter as his open wounds were his downfall. He pressed into the radio that was attached to the front of his uniform.

"All units, report." He spoke with a rasp.

The only reply he got was the constant hiss of static. That's when he smelled it. That familiar smell of fuel catching fire. The leader renewed his attempts to get free from the dashboard, not caring about the pain he was causing himself as his instinct to live and the adrenaline produced from his fear was numbing it considerably. Glancing out the window frames, he noticed people running away. The people on the street could see the flames erupting from several of the car engines. Then the leader noticed his own engine was an eruption of flames.

"Oh hell" He muttered to himself.

Like a fireworks display, the burning cars all exploded one by one, bursting into flames with wheels and engine parts shooting into the air. Some engine parts impaled onlookers in the street, generating blood curdling cries as the flames began to spread to the other cars. The sounds of multiple fire truck sirens and people's screams echoed throughout the square. An ominous black cloud started to rise into the sky.

After a long journey with surprisingly only one refuel stop, the black helicopter had finally made it to the edges of Glasgow city. In the upper side of the city, there was a lot of black smoke from some kind of fire. Not that Wesker cared for some car accident. It wasn't an issue to him. He needed to check on the Glasgow Hive of Umbrella Europe and then get a direct update from the Tricell team dispatched to mine the Hive of necessary equipment and virus samples. Observing the city through his sunglasses, Wesker's red eyes took in a sight that was up to his expectations. Under the morbid grey clouds, the city's skyline didn't possess many high rise buildings. Of course, there were plenty of buildings with plenty of floors to them but nothing on a New York scale. The city's lower sides seemed more rough and poor looking. Again, not that Wesker cared for the city's economy or people. He was stronger than any of its inhabitants. His expression remained the same, despite the slight sense of positivity he got from seeing that they were closing in on the Hive entrance. Unlike the majority of the journey so far, now that they were so close to the destination, the building seemed to rush towards them far faster than anything else had before it. As the helicopter quickly descended and touched down on the roof of the warehouse, Wesker silently unbuckled his safety belt and slid open the door, stepping out onto the slightly damp roof. His leather trenchcoat flapped in the wind of the rotorblades but strangely enough his hair did not move. The pilot observed Wesker from the front of the chopper as Wesker walked towards the edge of the building. He noticed a ledge halfway down the building, so he quickly jumped off the edge. In a calm and controlled manoeuvre, he used the ledge as a footstool to slow his descend so that he could land on the ground. When he landed on the concrete, there was a loud thud as his boots connected with the concrete slabs. Wesker stood up straight and from memory, input the code into the shutter locking system. The shutter raised up slowly as the floor behind it descended down into the tunnel towards the entrance to the Hive. Wesker confidently walked down the concrete tunnel. His footsteps echoed around him as he continued to descend. Where the vans had taken a right turn, Wesker took a left. There was a door in his way. He tried to open it normally but it was locked. He noticed a keypad next to it, so he input a code to unlock it. The light above the door did not change from red to green. He input several more codes but they all had the same effect. Wesker grunted with impatience and kicked the door clean off its hinges. The heavy steel door soared into the next room, clanging off a concrete wall loudly.

Wesker stepped through the doorway and onto a long platform. Directly ahead of him was an Umbrella Corporation train. Wesker opened the door to the front carriage and tested the power. Surprisingly, the electricity surged through the train and brought it back to life with a mechanical roar. Wesker smirked and released the brakes, allowing the train to slowly begin to roll along the tracks. These tracks would lead it down to a platform inside the Hive itself. Electricity flashed under the train as it picked up speed while Wesker examined the map to the Hive. He had heard rumours of Umbrella Europe having a secret prototype B.O.W that they never told anyone about. It was a possibility, Umbrella always had some secrets left. Wesker closed his eyes and shook his head slightly before opening them again. The B. down in the Hive were probably all dead after having no one to maintain them for so many years.

After ten minutes or so, the train came to a stop, signaled by the ear splitting screech of the rusted breaks. Wesker stepped out onto the platform. The platform extended to a large white tiled room supported by six large pillars spread evenly down the length of the platform. On the platform itself, there were many abandoned Umbrella crates. There was no way of knowing what was inside the numerous grey crates that decorated the floor of the platform, stacked up against pillars like some kind of city skyline. Wesker walked away from the train, his eyes already focussed on the large white tiled staircase that led to the Hive entrance. His footsteps echoed through the eerie silence of the disused facility. Surprisingly, all the lights were still on, despite the facility being shut down years ago. Wesker didn't let this concern him as he powered up the flight of stairs, however the next thing he saw did make him stop to think. The blast doors to the Hive were open. They are always closed and would have been closed when the facility shut down. Something must have caused the doors to open as the Tricell team never used this entrance. Wesker, now cautious, took out his Samurai Edge handgun and kept it aimed as he walked through the doors and approached the first corner. He spun round the corner, aiming his gun, ready for anything but he was met with an empty corridor. Wesker carefully paced down the corridor, his footsteps echoing off the concrete walls and steel pipes on the ceiling. As he continued on, he was reminded of his time in the Spencer Mansion so many years ago when he lured S.T.A.R.S in to test Umbrella's B.. Wesker finally came to the elevators, since the power was back on, he tried the elevator. The doors opened and Wesker stepped in, selecting the bottom floor. As the doors closed and the elevator rapidly descended, Wesker kept his Samurai Edge trained at the door in case anything was on the other side as soon as they opened.

Eventually, the elevator came to a sudden stop. Wesker backed up and kept his gun aimed at the doors. The doors opened with a metallic hiss revealing a darkened laboratory. All the lights were out on this level it seemed. Wesker kept his sunglasses on and stepped out of the elevator, listening out for anything that would signal he wasn't alone. Straining his ears, Wesker could hear some kind of shuffling in the room but nothing more. It antagonised him that he couldn't see anything in the room ahead. Looking to his left, he noticed some kind of fuse box. Wesker opened it, the door of the box squeaking as it moved on old hinges. At this sound, there was more shuffling and what sounded like groaning. Wesker noticed several of the fuses had been tripped by some form of power surge, he flicked all of them back up and the lights sparked back to life. Turning around, he realised what the sounds had been.

Just as he had predicted, the room was full of zombies, all of them heavily decomposed but still recognisable by their work clothes. They all groaned like an undead choir and shuffled slowly towards Wesker. Wesker put his Samurai Edge away and walked confidently towards them. Once one was close enough, it outstretched its arms and grabbed Wesker's shoulders with surprising strength. In less than a second, Wesker rocketed one of his hands under the chin of the zombie, snapping its neck back, breaking it with a single loud crack. The zombie's decomposed body fell back and landed on the ground with a thud. The zombies began to gather together but Wesker wasn't bothered by that. He continued walking, side kicking a zombie several feet away. One tried to grab him from behind but he rapidly flipped it over his shoulder and crushed its skull with his boot. As he continued on, he punched some of the zombies in front of him, their necks cracking due to the force that he punched their rotting faces with. Wesker was getting tired of having to fight them, so after smashing two zombies' skulls together, he prepared himself with a quick breath before rushing through the room with his super speed. In the process, he broke the shoulders and arms of any zombies that were too close as he rushed through the large room. Once he got to the other side of the room, he came to a large metal door with a keypad locking system. Wesker calmly put in the code now that he was several metres away from the zombies. The doors opened with a pneumatic hiss to reveal the labs that the B. were actually created in. As expected, the tanks were smashed with glass and stagnant liquid covering the floor. Wesker closed the door and walked through the lab, his feet splashing the water and chemicals that were on the floor. Littered in the water, was glass, blood, paper and lab equipment. Strangely, there was nothing of use in this lab. When the B. got free, they must have destroyed everything in the lab. It was then that Wesker noticed a dull humming sound in the room, like a generator for electricity. Looking above, he noticed that some pipes and tubes seemed to be active. So he followed them to see what was still operational in this lab. What he saw astounded even him. In an undamaged tank, was a tyrant he had never seen any files on before. Sedated in the tank, was a humanoid creature that was over eight feet tall with brown mottled skin. Its head was bald, and sported one eye, the other had large staples over it, holding some kind of wound closed. It had small holes for nostrils and its mouth was contorted into a malevolent grin. Its teeth were huge and sharpened to a point and above them, its dark gums seemed to have a severe case of gingivitis. Its shoulders were very broad and its entire body was compact and very strong looking. One of its hands had been changed to a mechanical claw similar to the jaws of life but much bigger. Wesker had never seen such a thing on a B.O.W before and wondered how such a thing would aid it in combat. Suddenly, the sound of a sparking wire took Wesker's eyes off the creature. At the bottom of the tank, a loose cable was sparking against the liquid on the floor. Next to it, there was a faded file that seemed to be about the creature in the tank. Wesker lifted it and read what he could:

"So far this is all we have gained through our experiments however there is one more creature. One that distinguishes itself from the rest. The Tyrant. According to some documentation Umbrella have filed through about the Tyrant, this one appears to be Unique. After using the results of the original 002 Tyrant and the 'Nemesis' we have created a much more powerful version. It's powers include:

Psychokinetic abilities

Super Strength

Enhanced Intelligence

Long Tentacles

Enhanced Agility

Basically everything about this wonderful creation is astounding. Its powers are astonishing and almost without flaw. The only real drawback is its protruding flesh from its back leaves it totally vulnerable. However with all its powers the 003 Tyrant is indeed almost unstoppable and certainly impervious to any Conventional Weaponry. Although most of the Scientists and Birkin already gave it the name: 'Psycho Nemesis,' we have all finally decided on Project 'Nightmare.'

The main jewel of this Creature is the fact that it can never truly die. While the Nemesis was indeed weakened eventually, the 'Nightmare' has proven that it cannot truly die. When it appears to have faded from existence the Tyrant will merely get back up and continue its relentless hunt although after it does it becomes slightly more mutated each time.

The most excruciating thing about the creation of this creature is the mere fact how rare it is for a single human to have the appropriate genetic code required for the Tyrant Project. We could search the entire USA and Europe only come up with a single available subject. It's maddening.

However nothing has been known so far of The Nightmare's combat data. However we wish to test this as soon as possible. Hopefully it will perform as we expect it to.

My family were always meant for greatness and its only destiny that I am the one to success the family line by creating this work of art.

Signed Carter Ashford."

Wesker looked back up at the tyrant in the tank.

"So this is the secret B.O.W of Umbrella Europe, eh?" He mused aloud.

Wesker examined the tyrant a little more before he heard the loud, echoing bangs of the zombies on the door. The zombies were no threat to him but they would attract the attention of other B. if any were still down there with him. Despite his power, he would rather avoid a battle with the various demons of Umbrella if he had the opportunity. Dropping the file about the tyrant, Wesker walked back towards the door. There would be too many zombies on the other side for him to rush through without the risk of being bitten, so he had to find another way passed them. Looking around, Wesker's cat like eyes fell upon a gas canister. Lifting it with ease, he placed it in front of the door and drew out his Samurai Edge. Inputting the code for the door, he quickly paced backwards and aimed his gun at the canister. The grey metal doors hissed as they opened, revealing a horde of walking cadavers, all moaning and groaning for Wesker's warm, living flesh. Wesker waited until the canister was in the centre of the advancing horde before firing his gun. The bullet shot through the air and penetrated the canister, the resulting spark igniting the gas, causing the canister to explode into a large fireball, sending the now flaming zombies flying in all directions. Wesker took this opportunity to run through the door, jumping over the flames and back into the room he had first seen the zombies in. Using his powers, he ran at super speed to get to the door he first entered through which took him back to the platform. He descended the stairs at a brisk walking pace, the bottom of his trenchcoat scraping off the higher steps as there was no wind to lift it. He was about to board the train when he heard the swinging of a light on the roof.

Wesker looked up in time to see a licker drop down from the ceiling. The licker slowly crawled towards him, its claws hitting off the tiles, generating small, sinister noises. The licker raised up on its haunches and shot its tongue out towards Wesker. Wesker dodged to the side with blinding speed, he grabbed the tongue and pulled it, lifting the licker off its feet and reeling it towards him. When it reached Wesker, the leather clad superhuman kicked the licker on the side of the head. A sudden, loud crack signaled the licker's death as its neck was broken by the force of the kick.

Wesker dropped the tongue and boarded the train, powering up the engines again so that he could escape from the Hive. It was time he checked on the Tricell team.

Once the train had reached the ground level platform, Wesker stepped off and listened for a brief moment. Echoing along the track were the sounds of the various B., howling for his blood. This didn't disturb him as he walked out the door he first came in and walked up the ramp so that he was back in the warehouse. To avoid any possible eyewitnesses, he didn't close the ramp. Leaving it open for any B. to escape from the Hive. It didn't matter what happened to Glasgow, Wesker's plans would succeed anyway. It was just a shame that Chris Redfield couldn't attend this final T-virus outbreak. As he breathed in the evening air, he heard the pilot call him from the top of the warehouse. Wesker looked up and summoning his viral strength, jumped more than half the height of the building itself. He grabbed onto a drainage pipe and then jumped again, landing on the roof.

"What is it?" He snarled, his trenchcoat flapping in the evening wind.

"I found the Tricell team!" The pilot announced, handing Wesker a pair of binoculars.

Wesker put the binoculars to his eyes and looked in the direction the pilot was pointing. That's when he saw it, the chaos of the pile-up earlier with the vans. Fire crews, police and ambulances all there. They had failed to drive, let alone complete the mission.

Wesker was broken from his concentration by a sudden force slamming into his back, sending him falling off the edge of the roof. He fell in silence, and landed on his feet perfectly. He looked up and saw the pilot starting up the helicopter. The pilot was planning on betraying him. Wesker snarled in anger and jumped up to the roof effortlessly. By this time, the helicopter had lifted off the ground, and was out of Wesker's reach.

"Sorry Wesker, but my real employer wants you dead!" The pilot yelled. "So thanks for the money I've just earned!"

"You will regret this." Wesker called back, his eyes glowing red. "That is a promise."

The pilot laughed and flew off into the night sky, leaving Wesker abandoned on the rooftop. The city itself, was soon to become a repeat of Raccoon City. Wesker, as always, was on his own and had to get out before they bombed this city too. Turning his back to the shrinking helicopter in the distance, he jumped off the edge of the building and landed on the ground with a loud thud. Calmly, he walked away from the building as now the sounds of the B. were very near and soon to be in the city. Wesker knew he would get out. He had to now. The only thing driving him for now, revenge.

Well, that's the first chap finished. All the chapters are planned but do take time to write. Wesker won't feature again for a while, as this is more of an introduction and explanation of the outbreak than anything else. This is not a Wesker centred fic, so don't worry!

God knows when the next chap will be up, but I'll try make it as soon as possible.

If you've read to here, then please review. I accept feedback. Bare in mind though, mindless flames will be used to cook my waffles.