Disclaimer: Don't own RE never will

A-Note: It's only been a matter of weeks since the final fall of Umbrella everyone seems to be coping right?

November Skies

Prologue: Reminiscing

There are as many kinds of beauty as there are habitual ways of seeking happiness.

~Charles Baudelaire (1821–67)

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I never wanted this life…This life of saving the world from the manifestation of the G and T viruses. I lost so many of my friends , many innocent people were killed because of Umbrella. I can't help but feel guilty if only we had known about it sooner…so many wouldn't have died…

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The wheels of the train ran against the rusty iron of the rails. The moon had shown high above, letting loose it's candid light. The inside of the train was uniquely and elegantly designed, with scarlet satin seats and fair oak wooding to frame them. The aisle was framed with gold liners whilst the carpet was decorated with a floral print.

In a row not too far from the back sat a young woman. Her sorrel hair sat at her shoulders, her hand holding her head. Her grayish-blue eyes were piercing the full of the moon. She sat upright sighing loudly as tried to keep herself awake.

Everyone was so happy; Umbrella was gone…no more horrible monsters no more nightmares…right?

"It's finally over." Claire sighed with relief

"Yeah we did it…together." Chris said in his ever so president confident tone

Was it really over? I still felt like there was something missing… Maybe it's just me…Am I the only one still upset about the past?

What would've happened if there was no Umbrella? I wouldn't have grown a love and respect for my teammates that helped in the destruction of Umbrella, but so many lives were lost in the process. Nevertheless, if there was no Umbrella I would have never met Carlos, Maybe I would have met Claire but probably never befriend her. Rebecca…I would have met her but knowing me I probably wouldn't have become a best friend to her as well. Leon…would've been the newest addition to the RPD, but because of my experience and seniority I would have only gotten glances of him, much less talk to him. A-And Chris…I…have grown such a fondness of him…respect and admiration over these troubled times, as for the future I don't even know where we would have gone Umbrella or no Umbrella…

All of her friends sat in the adjacent aisles. Jill was probably the only one awake, she looked to her left to find Claire Redfield, whose hair was a tousled mess, she was resting her head on a knocked out Leon Kennedy who was resting his head on the window.

In the seat ahead of them sat Carlos and Rebecca, Carlos was basically sprawled out in his chair, while Rebecca was curled up sleeping soundly.

Finally Jill looked to her immediate left in which sat Chris Redfield, who was soundly asleep.

She smiled warmly to herself, as she looked at him tenderly. Jill then proceeded to look out the window again, her eyes drooping a bit she was obviously getting tired, but going to sleep would bring back the nightmares but she had to get over this.

"I just have too…" Jill whispered to herself

Unfortunately this was only the beginning for Jill Valentine…

-End Of Prologue

~So how is this sounding? Good I hope, I have a lot of plans for this fic but I need your response people otherwise It'll go to the graveyard of unfinished fics ^^ Please R&R. Oh yeah and if you don't like these kind of fics(romance/drama) don't review it or read it for that matter.

Peace To Ya

~Angel