Chapter 1:

I could barely breathe. Everything felt heavy. From my legs and arms to my eye lids I could barely move a muscle. Widening my eyes as much as I could I saw the world was darkened by a haze, a contorting blur that hindered my vision.

"He's coming to. Get Ms. Wong," I faintly heard voices.

"Right away, doctor," the voice of a soldier.

"Mr. Nivans, can you hear my voice?" someone called out.

"Yes," I attempted to say with conviction but simply murmured lowly instead.

"Can you nod your head, or move your fingers?" I tried to curl my hand into a fist, but nothing was responding. I strained myself to turn my head, but my neck felt like a tight rope. Mobilization was painful.

"He needs more time," the voice sighed to himself.

"Doctor," a woman spoke.

"He's awake, but barely."

I heard the clanking of shoes on the floor and then felt a brush of skin on my arm. "Can he speak yet?"

"Not well," he admitted.

"Very well then," the woman spoke, "Piers, this is Ada." Could that really be Ada, The woman who caused so much wreckage and death? I could feel my blood begin to boil. I tensed as much of my body as possible. I had barely mustered a twitch. "Figured you'd be happy to see me," she said sarcastically. "Listen up," she changed her tone; "Chris and the B.S.A.A. need you." What was she talking about? "There's been more outbreaks, more destruction and the world needs your strength." I tried my best to focus solely on her words. "You were infected, but I retrieved your body. Doctors here have been treating you." Suddenly flashes swarmed me. Chris was being held like rag doll by a B.O.W. I ran after, but I was pinned.

"My arm!" I had realized, but couldn't get the words to eject. I couldn't feel a thing in its place.

"We are working on keeping you alive, but you have to work with us," Ada continued to talk. "When you're ready and properly tested we can go back to the surface."

"Where am I?" I spoke out, but only the first word protruded and not even the full word.

"Where," Ada confirmed, "we're in an underground facility created by Umbrella."

"Umbrella!" I thought with a small shift.

"No worries; I've taken control over it several years ago. I have my own litter of scientists working on cures."

Well that seemed good, even promising, but still, why Ada? I didn't understand one bit. She was a murderer. She works for Neo Umbrella. Why would she be helping me, helping to fight against Umbrella? Was she the same person?

"Who …," I couldn't get much out of my mouth.

"Who am I exactly?" Ada finished for me with a small chuckle. "It's nice to finally meet you. Considering you and your partner were out for my blood." Ada breathed deeply. "The woman you and Chris pursued was Carla. Simmons made a replica of me using her body and the virus. Thankfully she was defeated, she was quite the bitch."

My head felt like it was spinning. Clones, really? I tried again to open my eyes, but to no avail.

"He needs rest, as much as he can get," the man's voice was heard again.

"Sure thing, doctor, you take care of him. After all, we need him." I made out more clanking, a door hinge shut and then I was left with a profusion of beeps and buzzes that tended to fill the room. I focused on the incessant surges as I fell into a deep sleep.