"It looks like we've got another day of thunderstorms tomorrow, and with the amount of rain we've been receiving there's a good chance for floods, so do be careful out there! Reporting live, Bryan Reynolds, Newschannel 8."

"Damn, it hasn't stopped raining since we got here." Chris said, staring at the falling rain through the curtain in the hotel room, actually paying attention to the television for once. Jill, on the other hand, had engrossed herself in a BSAA supplied laptop at the table in the small room. He smirked to himself as she continued typing furiously, either ignoring him or simply not having noticed his speaking.

The Bioterrorism Security Assessment Alliance had received an anonymous tip regarding Ozwell E. Spencer's whereabouts. Leading the investigation were agents Jill Valentine and Chris Redfield. Their unprecedented knowledge of the former bio-weapons producer and their personal experiences with it made them the perfect choice for apprehending the fugitive. They'd been sent to a hotel nearby Spencer's alleged residence and were preparing to make the arrest. They were both excited but anxious, and the emotions in the room were palpable. They were on the precipice of concluding a horrible chapter from both of their lives.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?" Jill said, looking up from the computer screen. Chris smiled, pointing to the window as he walked to the chair across from her. "It hasn't stopped raining since we've gotten here." She nodded and looked to the window, even though the curtain prevented her from seeing the rain.

"I know. We'll have to be careful to not let our boots squeak when we're looking for Spencer to arrest him."

***

Jill studied her appearance in the mirror, feeling as if she was looking at someone else. She carefully removed the curlers from her new blonde hair, careful not to pull too hard. It cascaded down past her shoulders, long even after curling it. From her understanding, spending time in the stasis tube and the device placed on her chest changed her hair color. She wasn't entirely convinced that it wasn't just Wesker's way of dehumanizing her that much more, making her a sick joke--a female version of him. She looked away from the mirror, having become disgusted with her hair.

Just a few weeks ago, she had regained control of her life. She had always been aware of herself before Chris tore that thing from her chest, but it was more like a bad dream. She knew she was hurting people, especially Chris. It had enraged her so much when he was yelling her name in pain that for a moment, she regained control--only to have Wesker up the dosage in the machine and win her over again. It was a very different kind of hell, watching herself work hand in hand with the person she swore to take down, and not being able to even scream. Her fingertips absentmindedly ran over the almost healed scabs on her chest with the thought.

Her memory was blank from the time she fell out of the window with Wesker until the device was placed in her chest. She never remembered being in the stasis tube, but she did notice any scars that used to be on her body before were now gone. Silently, Jill wondered how badly she was mangled when she hit the ground on that fall. There was no way she was unharmed. As they fell, she could hear Chris yell but couldn't understand what he said. It all became black soon after that.

It wasn't really the fall that killed me, just the sudden stop at the end.

It was a morbid thought, but still was deserving of a chuckle. She picked up a small black pencil, and carefully colored the rims of her eyelids. Jill felt like an alien when Chris took her shopping, as so much had changed in just a few years. Even makeup was different. The BSAA officials were so surprised and intrigued when she had turned out to be alive, and when Chris took her to her gravestone they had a very emotional moment. There were still flowers he had placed on there from before he left for Africa. What do they call that when you die and then are resurrected? After killing so many zombies, Jill had become one.

Red lipstick was in again, according to the cosmetics representative at the department store. She put it on carefully, and pressed her lips together on a tissue to blot. She walked from the small bathroom to the room attached to it, picking up the black dress and stepping into it. Her hands slipped through the straps for her shoulders, and reached for the zipper on her back, to no avail. The sudden knock at the door startled her a bit, she had been taking her time.

"Come in," she called, knowing who it was. "It's open."

The door opened slowly and Chris walked in, stepping over the shopping bags that they had yet to throw away, and looked at Jill with a moment's expression of awe. She had been away from him for so long, but she never had forgotten that expression. Her cheeks got hot as she reached for the zipper yet again. Chris cleared his throat and fooled with the tie on his tuxedo.

"You look really nice," Jill said with a genuine smile. "You clean up well."

"Yeah, um…so do you. Actually, you look amazing."

With a flattered and perhaps awkward scoff, she fumbled with her zipper again. Throwing her hands down in defeat, she motioned him towards her and turned around, holding up her curled hair.

"Could you zip this for me, I can't do it to save my life."

Without a second's hesitation, he was behind her. Placing one hand at the small of her back, he zipped up the dress slowly, maybe too slowly. The dress hugged Jill's body, and she faced him again, letting her hair fall and frame her face. They looked at each other for a moment, without a word.

"Um, Are you ready?" Chris said, breaking the silence.

"Yeah, let me grab my shoes really quick and we'll go."

She walked over to the shopping bags in the room, while Chris' eyes followed her. Slipping her feet into the red heels, she walked back past him to check her reflection one last time before they left. Chris wouldn't tell her what they were going to do, nor why she needed to be so dressed up. All he would tell her was that it was a very important dinner. She felt pretty, for once.

Not bad for a dead woman.

And with that thought, Jill took Chris' arm and they walked out of his apartment to the mystery destination.

Hello, everyone. It has been AGES since I've been on here, no thanks to a crashed computer. :/

I am the proud owner of a new shiny RED laptop now though, so all is better!

I preordered Resident Evil 5, got it on the day it came out and I must say...it's awesome! I enjoyed the gameplay, but the storyline still leaves me with something to be desired. I'm just glad Jill isn't really dead, but I got to wondering what must she think of all of this, you know!?

This may be a two or three chapter story, just to get me back in my groove. If any of you still love me, please read and review! It feels good to be back online :)