Author's Note: It's my party and I will Enemy Mine if I want to.


Prologue

This September should have been just another ordinary month. It would have been, if anyone had had the courage to fight.

You, all of you, chose not to oppose Umbrella. Now, that choice has brought this entire city to ruin.

Jill paused with her pen balanced on the page, her eyes roving the office wall as she listened. Outside the room, there had been a footstep. Another zombie? Or was it that big ugly in the trench coat? A soft, gurgling moan leaked through the door, and she relaxed. Just a zombie.

'Just' a zombie. When had this nightmare become so commonplace to her, when had she gotten so numb to it all? She looked down at the paper in her hands, and her lip curled. No one was ever going to read it. She just needed to get this out, like lancing a wound to bleed out poison.

You will all pay for your stupidity. It is too late for forgiveness.

Once the wheel of fate has begun to turn, no one can stop it.

Am I the only one who understands? This is our last September...

She couldn't think of anything else to say. The shuffling had stopped outside. If she was lucky, maybe that trench coat freak had left the building.

As an afterthought, she signed her name to the bottom of the note, and left it on her desk. It felt good to leave it there, a final "fuck you" to the city that had failed her, failed itself. Like shaking the dust from her shoes.

Jill Valentine reloaded her gun, opened the door, and left the S.T.A.R.S. office for the hell that had become Raccoon.