Present day, an infection has spread across the globe, leaving destruction and ruins in the wake of zombie hoards. You aren't sure how long the power will stay on, how long you will be able to keep communication open before the zombies destroy all signs of civilization. There's little to no hope of defeating them, real life isn't like the video games... No, there's no mystery boxes or speed colas in this world. Or... so you thought. A mysterious voice whispers to you, tickling the edges of your subconscious, leading you toward an abandoned building where you arrive just in time to witness a portal spitting out four men. You recognize them almost immediately, but... this should be impossible. They're not real; they're just game characters, and yet standing before you is Dempsey, Nikolai, Takeo, and Richtofen...

A bit of a rareship I ended up enjoying way too much. It's my first fic so please go easy on me. Albert Wesker, notorious for his violent tendencies, has made a name for himself in the entity's realm as one of the most merciless killers. No one escapes him - except for one intriguing individual, hiding a secret he seeks to uncover in the symbols engraved on his skin, glowing with a power he doesn't understand. Vittorio Toscano, forgotten lord who's travelled the realm for centuries, has taken a liking to one of the most brutal killers in the realm - his polar opposite, for he hates violence. Together they seek to find a way out of the realm, and in their research and time together, find a way into each others hearts.