HELLO! And thank you for clicking on this story :) A few words first, all the characters do not belong to me. Everything is owned Capcom's except Sylvia as she's mine. The story follows the early years of our protagonist, then there's a time jump to 2012 following 2013, so it's safe to say that it takes place during RE6. Some parts of this story will stick to the game's plot and the first chapter (prologue) is not the beginning but a section from the story, just wanted you to know! That's all, I hope you enjoy reading the story :)


The buildings that had missiles directed at became soiled, sabotaged and the smoke arose from the fragments of the buildings that had been struck, resembling a slithering plant growing on a wall. These apartments functioned as homes for people but up until now the buildings had turned into memories as the cement built and somber apartments began collapsing. The resident's scream echoed, more shrieks of horror made themselves heard loudly as I examined the scenery closer but the smog created by the missiles made it difficult to see clearly. Complete chaos reigned. I began to cough so violently that the air in my lunges felt thinner and my eyes stung from the dense and filthy air. If I wanted to carry on living the time to flee was promptly yet my conscience pressured me to search for civilians, anyone who wasn't infected by the virus or killed by the projectiles. I pulled up my weapon, ready to fire if needed and slowly crept forward although nothing was seeable. My good deeds had put me in this mess, that's what I told myself, as the coughing got stronger and stronger but deep down all of this, this fight for justice was for one reason, though at times such as these it was hard to remind myself of the reasons. The ground beneath me had suddenly changed from being hard asphalt to soft, sinking sand; I must have entered the playground. How could I possibly survive when I barley saw anything or understood who was who from the screams? Men and women roared and the panicked children cried for their family. I was gripped by despair upon hearing the disturbed, bestial yells coming from mutated humans and my chest began to twinge but somewhere inside a power kept me to moving forward, a power I never suspected existed within me. A fight between my old selfish part and the good part settled in, yet no matter decision I chose I slowly understood I wouldn't survive this so I might as well try to save someone's life. It was all I could do amidst the chaos. To tell the truth it was surprising how I remained humane during the last parts of my life…after all what else should we be in these times?

A figure with wounds spread over its body ran screaming towards me but before the creature settled its claws in me I shot it in the head just like Chris had taught me. But this wasn't just a creature I thought, looking down at the corpse, but a person. Anger took over me, awaking a form of unstrained rage, as I thought of the people who were responsible for all this. It led an adrenalin rush through my body and I rushed faster towards the buildings to leave the playground. I found myself surrounded by creatures and shoot violently around, no human seemed to have survived but me. Half of them must presumably be dead or severely injured because now the screams only sounded inhumane and savage-like. Suddenly the distant sounds of a helicopter emerged from the sky and looking up my hope was confirmed - that a helicopter had actually turned up. A voice from above shouted, "take cover", I tried running back to the playground, stumbling I found my way back to hide behind the slide. The helicopter managed to kill the rest of the creatures then it seemed that the helicopter landed. So someone had decided to look for survivors. I didn't know whether to feel shocked or happy hence it ended up being a combination of both. As the chaos faded a burning sensations in my head took over and it was as if I had fallen down from the sky with my head landing first on the ground. I remembered the fatal blow I suffered when the missiles had been fired. My ears were suddenly bleeding and all the energy left my body. The people from the helicopter hurried to me but I didn't catch who they were before my eyelids sealed and I passed out. The last thing I heard was a person yelling "she's about to die".


Glassy, kerosene lamps light up the damp room only enough for me to be able to explore the room, although it didn't do much since I merely had the strength to raise my neck up so I didn't have the best view. I sniveled from the pain; it felt like someone had pushed me down the stairs and then buried me under a pile of rocks. My second instinct, other than figuring out where I was, was assuming what I should do next – escape or stay put and pray that I was safe. This manic behavior had remained a part of me ever since it all began; somehow it was only obvious the worldwide situation was headed on the path downwards. Again I found myself thinking if living was worth it, after all it wasn't living but surviving. Well, that was it for me and that it had always been. If I had been kidnapped whoever patched me up must have cared enough for wanting me to survive, I rationalized, so I mustn't be in any direct danger to the least. The thoughts in my mind rushed to Chris, where was he? Was he safe or had he also been brought here? And the rest of the team, I prayed for their safety...Oh, how horrible I felt, this was my second mission as a SOU for the BSAA and I had been close to dying and now apparently someone kidnapped me. Again I wondered where Chris was and how he felt knowing he had lost his partner. Tears ran down my cheeks and the physical pain couldn't even compare itself to the mental one. I began sobbing loudly, no one was in the room so I might as well - abruptly I stopped and listened to someone's footsteps outside the door. A heavy lock on the door opened and the noise of someone's heels on the ground made me alert.

Click clack click clack

It was too hard for me to lift my neck and peek up so I had to wait for the person to arrive beside the bed instead I examined the sound made by the person's shoes, it must be someone heavy...this person had a specific walk I noticed as if they were overly-confident. The cold sweat running down my back increased, the tears had stopped and I clenched my fists ready to fight although I lacked the power for a blow. The person had suddenly stopped walking mid-way to the bed, I supposed, still not being able to see who it was but I figured the person was about to utter something.

"You're very special to me, you should know that," said a robot-like voice but whom it was expressed by I did not know as once again I fell into the darkness.


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