AN: Changed the published date since I'm going through this entire series and revising or editing. Most of the story remains the same as previously published. Major change is that book 1 crossover was removed and writing significantly improved.

Prologue

-Sacrifice-

Time and Location Unknown...

He was supposed to make a difference. He was supposed to be the kind of someone Wesker once told him he was. Wesker admitted the world needed people like him. Men who could thrive in miserable environments so others could sleep at night. He might not have always thrived in such environments, but he had certainly been surviving all these years. And for what? So others would never have to experience the nightmares he witnessed and escaped from?

The question of why he fought so hard against the evil in the world was something he thought of often. After he'd gotten older and gotten used to his life being on the line every goddamn day, the question remained unanswered. The reason he risked everything was unknown to him. He simply fought because it needed to be done. Because no one else was going to stand up against terrorist organizations, evil corporations and the bad men who ran them. Someone needed to stop these people from unleashing biological attacks upon unsuspecting populations. So he'd done it. He had become the soldier necessary to prevent as many casualties as he was able.

Enemies became his allies. He wouldn't go as far as to say he could place his trust in them, but he perhaps understood their way of thinking. Understanding a person's way of thinking was endlessly helpful to him on his journey to defeat the worst corporation he knew of. Umbrella Corporation seemed impossibly strong. They'd limped on even after he'd been sure they were ruined and done for, hiding in the shadows of the BSAA.

There were losses that came with learning of Umbrella's survival. No matter how much effort and preparation put into the potential death of a friend and ally, it wasn't possible to be ready. When it happens, it is as though a piece of soul is ripped away with the loss. They will no longer be there to see in good times and bad. They're just gone.

Months went by following the discovery Umbrella was still around and he had kept mostly to himself when it could be helped. It wasn't anything personal against his latest allies, Eva and Wesker. Okay, maybe Wesker. Telling himself there was nothing he needed to see was how he kept going each day. A thought came to him one day which made him realize he was blinding himself to the obvious truth. His belief there was nothing he needed to see banished that day.

Convincing there isn't anything necessary to see? It isn't true, is it? Keep pretending or admit it. Everything's different now. It's been different since the day they died.

He couldn't keep pretending there was nothing left for him now that Jill was gone. Couldn't keep pretending there was no work to be done. There was and always would be. And it mattered. It mattered to him people were dying from biohazard-related incidents every week. If he could make a difference, then he needed to.

This was what he set out to do. Make a difference by saving lives. But somewhere he must have taken a wrong turn. Somewhere he must have made a mistake. Otherwise he wouldn't be lying on his stomach on hard floor, watching his friend and comrade's lifeless eyes staring into his own slowly dulling ones. He failed to protect her and keep her safe, like so many others. This time, he hadn't been able to save himself either.

The increasing pool of blood around him, seeping from his wounds, began to mingle with his partner's blood. The pain had completely receded from his body. He could barely feel discomfort, even though numerous bullets hammered into his chest and stomach. He tried once again to take hold of her hand and his arm dropped back to the floor. Darkness began to encroach on his vision as it did so many times when he was losing consciousness. But this time he knew the darkness would be permanent.

One last thought ran through his mind and he chuckled inside his head. He always figured the one to kill him would be Wesker. He'd been wrong. The thought of his nemesis was the last thing that entered his mind. Then his body stilled and he stared blankly into Eva's blank and lifeless eyes.

After so many battles, so many wins, and so many losses, Chris Redfield finally slipped into eternal sleep and let go. He died.