*Author's note: 3 years and I'm still alive. What am I doing here? Publishing a new story? And what, a sequel to Resident Evil 6? Who remembers that crap anymore? Alright so, hello to the new readers who are reading this new story of Resident Evil 7 (I'm too lazy to have titles for my story.) Ok, so basically, I wrote Resident Evil 6 when I was around 16-17 when the game was not yet out, so a close friend of mine suggested 'Why not write 7 before it's out?'

Alright, although I was 16, my Resident Evil 6 had quite a number of fans, so you might like it. Please check it out because this here is a sequel (So that you wouldn't get confused of some characters like Kim, Aiden, etc.)

I'm turning 20 on August 16th, I'm an English Literature student in uni now and hopefully gained more writing skills (Resident Evil 6 had lots of mistakes, sue me haha)…

Enough talking, let's just enjoy this, hm?

Chapter 1

Home

"This is the third time this week you stole money from my wallet."

"I didn't steal, I borrowed, there's a difference."

"Well where's my money? What do you spend it on anyway?"

"It's for my zombie action figures; I'm collecting them for mom and dad."

"Mom and dad collect real zombies, why would they want action figures? God, you're just a pain in the ass."

"Hey now, Kimmie, put a quarter in the swear jar." Chris Redfield turned around from the kitchen counter, holding his bowl of fruits in his hand and looking at his daughter.

Kim, bewildered, raised an eyebrow and scoffed at what his father just said, "Right, as if Aiden isn't enough to make me poor, now want my money too, dad?"

Chris shrugged, "Well don't curse then, baby."

Kim groaned, pulling out a quarter from her pants pocket and putting it in the small jar on the coffee table in front of the TV with a sign of 'No swearing', "Y'know, this is just unfair, if we consider the amount of times Aiden and I put money in this jar, even if a quarter, the money will just raise, which will make you and mom rich as Bill Gates."

"Right, as if the money you guys have isn't the money we give you." Chris retorted, no way he'd let his children win an argument with him, and what he said was definitely enough to make Kim go silent.

"Well this is just your plan to get the money you give us back." Bang, Kim 1 _ Chris 1. 'Damn they're growing up.' Chris thought.

"She's just as smart as her mother." Jill Valentine mused loudly, "Way to go honey, don't let your father bring you down."

"Why would they wanna get the money back little by little when they can just give us no money at all in the first place?" Aiden shook his head.

"Now that's daddy's boy, come here." Chris rejoiced and high-fived his son. Chris & Aiden 2 _ Jill & Kim 1.

"Well how come it's alright that you guys swear? You never put money in the swear jar." Kim pouted, her brown ponytail swinging on her head, making her look like her mom more and more.

"First of all, we're adults, and second, we never curse in front of you juveniles." Chris said with a full air of confidence, forgetting the fact that he even curses at Jill sometimes when they're out in the field, of course he's trying his best not to these days, because a post punch in the face is way worse than putting a quarter in a childish jar. Not that Chris and Jill keep the money for themselves anyway. Becoming parents have really changed them in so many possible ways; the most common one is the disappearance of their selfishness and only thinking about their children's well-being. It's not like they're after their money, they just don't want them curse.

"Well I'm pretty sure I heard you say the 'F' word last night, dad." Aiden said. Chris and Jill both froze, he turned around to look at his son, "Wha- when did you change sides?"

"Well it's the truth. So you might as well give me a quarter or let me pick Kim's quarter from the swear jar." Aiden smirked.

"Well, no need for that honey because daddy gave his share of the quarter to me." Jill winked at Chris and picked the chicken soup she just made for dinner to the table. Chris had to bite his bottom lip to stop the smirk from forming and he just turned to pick up four glasses for the table, "Help your mother, kids."

Kim and Aiden got up and started coming to the kitchen to pick the bowls and spoons to help their parents set the table.

Kim is around 12 now, and Aiden is 11. It's been 12 years since the events of another Wesker tragedy and bringing down the SLC45/B virus. Chris and Jill still work for the BSAA as field agents fighting bioterror, it means more to them now than ever since there's no way they could ever sit around knowing there's something going on out there that might be a threat to their children's safety.

After a nice family dinner, Kim and Aiden were excused to their rooms to do their studies for school while Chris and Jill were washing the dishes together. "So the 'F' word, eh daddy?" Jill teased.

"Shut up," Chris smiled and dried one of the bowls as he put it back inside the cabinet. The only negative side of having children is doing the most natural thing in the world for couples so silently and stealthily so that no one would hear. At least sometimes they could do it loudly when they had days off work and Kim and Aiden were at school. Jill found it fun in a way, she liked being a mother, and she loved the fact that they were actually a happy family.

She turned and placed a small kiss on Chris' cheek, Chris turned his head and let her also give a small peck on his lips before going back to drying the dishes when suddenly it slipped from his hand and fell on the counter without breaking, the little sound that came from it though was enough to scare Jill and make her jump in her place "Oh my God," she screamed.

"Jill, hey, it's ok, it's just a bowl." Chris said and held her shoulders before noticing that tears were streaming down Jill's eyes. "Baby, it's not even cracked, it's okay, you're ok." He hugged Jill tight and let her cry out in his arms. This wasn't the first, any time she'd hear a sudden voice she panics, Chris didn't wanna push her much, but he was hell worried about her. Was it her motherhood? Was it the effects of the last mission? He remembered how they had to keep Jill in the hospital 12 years ago in that horrible mission because of the side effects of the virus and her hallucinations. He really thought Jill was going to die before he found the cure. 'Well, she didn't, so shut your mouth, Chris.' He always wondered how many other couples were there like them in this world in their forties, fighting bioterror and having 2 children. This was getting so hard.

"Jill, are you ok?"

"Yeah, I'm so sorry."

"Don't say you're sorry. You need to talk to me; you need to tell me what's wrong. You know I'm with you. Why are you afraid?" he asked as he held her face in his hands. Jill shook her head and smiled, "It's nothing, Chris, really. It was just the sudden sound. I wasn't expecting it."

Chris sighed and let go of her face, nodding slowly, "Alright, look, why don't you go get some rest? I'll do the rest of the cleaning." He suggested. Jill didn't say much and just nodded, leaning up to kiss her husband full on the lips before going straight to their bedroom to sleep.

"Jesus." He whispered and went back to clean the sink lazily.

Tomorrow

"Be good, you too." Jill said as she kissed Kim and Aiden goodbye when they left the house to go to their school.

"Bye, mom."

"C ya." They waved and walked down the street together on the sidewalk, pinching each other's arms and mocking each other like always. Jill shook her head and closed the door.

"Hey, ready to go?" Chris asked as he wore his jacket.

"Oh I, uh, I'm actually thinking about staying home today."

"You alright?" he frowned and came closer, putting a hand on Jill's arm. Jill nodded, "Yeah, yeah don't worry, I'm alright. I'm just thinking about relaxing a bit at home today… by myself."

Chris nodded, he understood that maybe Jill needed some time alone by herself, "Alright, call me if you need anything, ok? I'll see you tonight." He kissed her lips and forehead before walking out of the house.

As soon as Jill heard the door was shut, she let out a loud sigh and placed her cold hands on her face. She walked around herself a little, moving some objects to their right places, checking Aiden and Kim's bedroom. Aiden's bed wasn't made yet, Jill shook his head to how similar Chris and Aiden were, and she didn't even know if she should be grateful about it, it's not like she's the lady of the year or anything, and, well, Kim's the best example for it.

She walked to the bathroom, splashed water on her face and looked at herself in the mirror. She didn't look old, she was still so beautiful, she was still Jill Valentine. The only thing different from her past was that she was a wife and a mother now. Of course ever since she built this family, sleeping has become much easier for her. She still has nightmares, but apart from that, she feels safe in Chris' arms.

What more could she possibly want from this world? She's been married for 12 years to the man she's been partnered with for 10 years, that makes it 22 years of a life spent with Chris Redfield.

"Goddamn," she mumbled in amusement. She needs to put a quarter in the swear jar later. 'Well, no one heard me.'

She walked to the house phone by the kitchen and picked it up, dialing a number and waiting for a response. Why now? Why was she doing this?

'Hello?' a familiar voice answered the phone,

"I need your help."

'You alright?'

"I'm sorry for bothering you, but could you come over to the house?"

There was a short pause, 'Alright, I'll be there in half an hour.'

A/N: Very short first chapter, but you guys know me, I like to get things exciting as we go on. Mwahaha, I promise it won't be a boring domestic Chris and Jill fanfiction.

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