Gun shots, weird noises...Those creatures...

Jill Valentine turned over onto her side, shifting her covers with her movement. These nightmares...no. Not nightmares. More like...memories, had plagued her dreams ever since the incident at the old Spencer Mansion years ago when she was part of the Special Tatics and Rescue Squad, or S.T.A.R.S. as it was known. That night, all of Alpha's suspicions came true. Umbrella Corp., the world's largest pharmacutical power house, was behind the grisly murders that happened near, and later on in, the nearby town of Raccoon City. Before the mansion, before the nightmarish creatures, she was like everyone else. She didn't want to believe that such a company would be involved in the murders. She even disregarded Chris Redfield's suspicion that one of his friends was killed by Umbrella to keep something a secret. But afterwards...

Thump

Jill sat up, grabbing her Beretta at the all too familiar sound.

Thump

She stepped out of bed, sending one glance at the clock, which flashed 2:30. Just 2:30?

She opened the her bedroom door and stepped cautiously out into the hall.

Thump Thump

Reaching the stairs she aimed her gun in the opened areas around her. She started down the stairs slowly, the noise sounding like it was right on her with every step she took.

Thump Thump Thu-

Pausing slightly at the interrupted sound, she stared towards the front door. After a few seconds of silence, gun shots rang out, forcing Jill to run down the rest of the stairs. As she neared the front door, she barely heard a familiar voice over the the sound of the gun shots.

It can't be...

As she proceeded to unlock her front door, she quickly looked out the window to the right side of it and could barely see the slightly bulking outline of her former teammate. She rushed outside the minute the door was unlocked and proceeded to help fight off the reason why she would stay awake for hours on end some nights.

"What're you doing here, Chris?"

Shrugging slightly, Chris emptied his clip and quickly reached for another. "It's been a few years and..." He fired at a few of the creatures that were nearing them. "And I thought I'd drop by and see what's up." He flashed her a lopsided smile then turned his focus back to their current objective. "Shit..." He fired a few more rounds. "There's no end..."

Jill finished off her own ammo and grabbed Chris' arm. "Come on. Inside." He nodded and followed her, firing at their memory until they reached the inside of the house. Locking the door behind her, Jill turned to Chris. "The window's are shatterproof and the door...well, let's just say its not going down that easily."

A small laugh escaped from Chris as he placed his gun back in it's holster. "Thanks for the confidence boost." He glanced around the surrounding area a bit. "Nice place."

"It's the kind Dad would say was the perfect hit." Jill smiled, the memories she wanted to remember overlapped the ones she wanted to forget.

"Ummm...Jill?"

Snapping back to reality, she stared at Chris. "Right. I'm being rude..." She turned on the lamp closest to her and moved past Chris. "Come on." She gave a small wave of her hand for him to follow and flicked the light switch in the dining room. "Feel free to make yourself at home. I'll be right back."

Chris watched as she headed off through another doorway then looked around. Definately not someplace I would have pegged her to live in. His gaze settled on the pictures that were placed around the room, then let it settle on one that he had in his own possession. As he walked over to it, he glanced at the other photos that surrounded it, most of them being from when they were both in S.T.A.R.S. He picked up the familiar picture that showed most of the Alpha and Bravo members, an unknowing smile played across his face as he glanced at his old friends, most of them who were either dead or missing. One person though caught his gaze, which lingered on them more than it had the others. Albert Wesker. "Trusted" Alpha Captain. Full-time Umbrella operative. Since the Spencer Mansion incident, Chris had ran into his former captain once.

"Back."

Chris jumped slightly at her voice and turned around. "Oh, hey."

Leaning against the doorway, Jill glanced at what Chris was holding. "Good times, huh?"

"Huh?" He followed her gaze to the picture. "Oh. Yeah." He placed it back down on the table. "Good times..."

He still hates Wesker...I don't blame him. Jill let out a sigh and walked over to him. "So...you came here to say hello after all these years? Somehow, that doesn't exactly sound like that's the whole story." She gave him a small "there's more to it so spill" smile.

"Heh..." Chris raised one of his hands and waved it slightly in a playful manner. "You caught me." He let out a small, light laugh and lowered his hand, a serious look quickly covered his boyish face. "I've heard from Leon recently..." He trailed off for awhile, looking like he was trying to collect his thoughts, then shook his head. "Everything's just not right."

She stared at him a bit, then nodded. "I bet." She glanced over at the kitchen. "Want anything? Food? Something to drink?" When he shook his head, she shrugged. "Alright. Help yourself when you do want some-" She stopped and glanced out the only window in the room.

"Jill...?"

"Something's up with them..." She turned her attention to Chris, her facial expression clearly showing confusion. "Usually they would be trying to get inside."

Chris took a hand and smoothed back his hair. "That's what's not right about this whole thing. The T-Virus is still infecting people, but no one's showing the signs of being infected...or at least like we've seen."