Aspen, the perfect place to celebrate a victory on the hot sands of rural Africa. The air was alive with the sounds of chattering skiirs and winter's winds.
Chris and his sister, Claire, stood armed to the teeth not in kevlar and leather, but in thick coats and scarves, waiting for their chairlift to arrive. Chris could read the concern in his younger sibling's face.
"Not still scared of the lift, are ya?" he asked.
She clutched her ski-poles like a teddy bear and replied, "I'm fine. Just never thought I'd be doing this again after, well, dad..."
"No fears, sis. You've put down Umbrella's bioweapons before you were old enough to drink." She smiled in agreement as he continued. "Us Redfields have survival in our blood. So when you get to the bottom of that hill, our old man will be proud, wherever he is."
"You're right, like always."
The lift arrived and rocked violently as Chris let all 250 pounds of muscle fall into the seat. Claire hopped aboard gracefully. They closed their restraints, waved goodbye to the line of skiiers behind them, and took in the view as the lift descended.
"I've got this," Claire said, remembering her past triumphs.
Eager, she gripped her restraint and wiggled her fingers in her cute little maroon glovies. Her vision of the snowy landscape turned into a crowd of zombies which she destroyed in her head. The slope became another giant to fall. She leaned further over the iron bar as her eyes lit up and her heart pounded.
Chris knew that look. He grinned slightly and diverted his eyes.
A clink! signaled the bolt that loosened and broke, causing Claire to plunge early, screaming like a cat with a severed tail.
"Claire!" screamed Chris, reaching one hand over his restraint helplessly.
Upon contact with the ground, Claire's left leg broke like a twig, causing her tibia to protrude and blood to spray. Using all her might, she stayed upright on the undamaged leg, skiing at extreme speeds down a craggy slope, her traveling scream mistakable as a noon siren.
She struggled to brake, but her ski-poles bent and splintered under the sheer resistance. Her last vision on God's green earth was a formidable pine that marked the end of the intended ski path.
Claire sustained many internal injuries during her collision with the pine. The coroner would later determine she was not conscious for what happened next. Opposite the tree was a crevasse ending with a rushing stream. Whether it was the sharp rocks that did her in, or the wolves that awaited downstream, Claire had shared her father's fate.
Chris led the recovery mission into the night and eventually found his dear sister, broken and bent like a discarded marionette.
The end.