It's been raining now for three weeks straight and not a day goes by when I don't wish I could wash away, and leave this place. It's been almost two days since I last saw real daylight, or anything for that matter.

I still don't know how they found me. He told me I would be safe, that they wouldn't find me, and that he would die before letting me end up like this. But he was wrong - they did find me. I was never safe, and now I'm slowly dying within an HCF cell. Hive/Host Capture Force - what a stupid name for an organization. But it doesn't matter anymore; nothing does. I have little faith, my spirit is all but crushed, my will to live is slowly going, and my heart has turned as black as the floor I sit on.

"Where are you Chris?" Tears run down my face; I'm surprised I still have any left.

"He's not coming for you, Sara." A familiar voice speaks from the shadows; I don't need to see them to know who it is.

"He's just waiting for the right time to get me." I can no longer believe anything I say as the figure starts to walk towards me.

"It's been what? Two and a half years, Sara? He's forgotten about you." His words cut through me like a knife, yet I can't bring myself to believe him.

"You're wrong." My voice begins to break, giving him the pleasure he has almost every day now. Why is he keeping me alive?

I feel his hand touch my chin; he forces me to look at him as he brings his face towards mine. I tell myself I won't let him win, that I'll put a stop to it all, but he's too strong, and I lose. I guess I should one day just give in and stop giving him the satisfaction as he breaks what little faith I have.

I can't help but scream in pain as he forces himself on me; why doesn't he just kill me? I'm of no use to him, except for a toy to play with when he feels like it.

God, please end my torment…Chris, where are you…? I need you… I try not to think of anything as I just lie there, unable to move, after he's done with me. He looks at me with that smile, knowing he's winning the battle over me. He tells me soon I'll have the peace I long for, but until then…I'm his. I somehow find the strength to move to the furthest corner and hug my legs. More tears fall from my tired eyes, as I start to think…maybe he's right. I can't continue to tell myself that Chris will come and save me. After all, it's been two and a half years, right? I look up and somehow I see the night sky; it's stopped raining. Maybe things will look up, but I doubt it.

Maybe I should just give in…At least I would still be alive……only, without Chris.

As if reading my mind he comes back, extends his hand out to me. I look at it for a second before I take it.

Meanwhile……

Chris Redfield is looking through the tenth building with no luck. He's unwilling to give up and stop looking for her. But sooner or later, he's going to have to face it: he may never find her. All his friends tell him that it's been almost three years now; they may not have kept her alive this long.

"Yes, they would have." He looks up from his packing.

"And why's that, Chris?" We see Jill Valentine standing in Chris' doorway.

"To get to me, that's why, Jill!" He looks down at his bag, stuffed with guns and spare clothing for him and Sara.

"She's dead, Chris; you're going to have to face it sooner or later." Frustration has finally taken its toll after a year of not hearing anything.

"You're wrong, Jill! She's alive, and I'm going to prove it!"

Before she can say another word, he leaves. He comes out of his reverie, thinking, maybe they were right. Maybe she is dead, and I'm just wasting my time.

But he's no longer willing to fight with himself anymore as he decides to leave. If he'd looked closer, he might have seen the note:

To my dearest Chris,I'm sorry but I've failed you. I don't know if I'll ever see you again...but know that I love you.

Sara Redfield