Disclaimer: I do not own Resident Evil or any of its characters it all belongs to Capcom. I only own Emma. This is my first fanfic so I'll take any constructive criticism if you have any. I hope you guys enjoy!

What happens after death?

That is the age old question that everybody no matter who they are seems to ask. We always wonder, do we go to heaven or hell? Purgatory or limbo? Everyone around the world seems to have different answers for that question.

But I know better.

How? You may ask. Well, the answer is simple, I died. Yup that's right you read right, I died. Now you may be wondering, how exactly did I die? Unfortunately I'm not going to tell you since a.) It's my business and b.) I'd rather not go into detail about my death.

That being said when my life ended rather abruptly I was pretty young, only fifteen. When you're that young you don't really think about things such as life or death, you only live in the moment. When it happens you don't expect it and when it happened to me all I felt was pain and then… there was nothingness. I could not move or speak or see, I was numb. I was caught only in a sea of emptiness. I don't know how long I was there, I deemed it only as the void.

In the void all I could do was think. I wondered, is this some version of Limbo? Or is it a version of Hell? Time seemed to be irrelevant in the void I could have been there for centuries or for only a moment. Eventually things had started to change.

It was as if a switch turned on and I could suddenly feel again. And with that feeling came suffocation. I felt walls squeezing around me pushing away from the darkness of the void. All I felt was panic because what was happening? Wasn't I already dead? Please somebody help me! Finally the squeezing stopped and there was nothing but pain and cold and terror.

My vision was suddenly flooded by light and everything was muffled. I felt the cold pinpricks of air touching my skin and I did the only thing I could think of, I screamed and I wailed. I was being handled and passed around, the world was a blur to me, all I could make out were shapes and edges that seemed to be giant blobs. I didn't understand, I was dead wasn't I? This shouldn't of have been happening, I just wanted it to end.

Fortunately, my prayers seemed to have been answered. I was deposited into warm arms that gently soothed me and shushed my cries. Suddenly I felt incredibly tired, my energy spent. With those warm arms and gentle voice wafting over me I drifted off into blissful sleep.

The next time I awoke, was vastly different. My vision was still blurry as hell, but thankfully everything didn't sound so muffled anymore and I was no longer feeling that horrible cold. What I did notice was that a.) I was alive and b.) I couldn't move. It felt like I was wrapped up in cloth or a blanket, like a burrito.

Another thing I noticed was that I felt… small.

Which was weird because even though I wasn't the tallest person around it didn't mean I was short. I also seemed to be caged. Even with my blurry vision I could make bars around me and a… stuffed animal?

Weird.

Deciding it was high time for some serious answers to what the hell was going on I opened my mouth to call for somebody.

And then proceeded to close it once a strange sound came out.

It… strangely sounded like a baby's wail. Which was weird since I wasn't a baby. So, once again, I opened my mouth to call for help. The result was, again, a wail coming out.

This was not good.

Right before I could have a colossal freak out over the fact that I was baby, (seriously, what the fuck) a woman came into the room and picked me up. This close to her face I could (barely) make out that she was an older woman, probably in early 50s sporting graying hair and watery blue eyes. Holding me securely in arm she brought a bottle to my mouth with the other.

Warm milk slithered down my throat as I quietly pondered my situation. First, I was alive and a baby of all things. Second, I was reborn and was now being taken care of by some random lady. The third thing was wondering where exactly I was at. It wasn't the hospital since the lady wasn't dressed as a nurse or a doctor, and I couldn't make out anything that resembled hospital equipment.

Above me the old woman chuckled - breaking me out of my musings - and spoke with a raspy voice, "Now why would such a small thing as you have such a serious look on your face, hmm? Barely a day into the world and already tired with it."

After making sure I finished my bottle and burping me she gently placed me back into my crib. Stroking my face she said, "It's so sad that you came into this world alone. No mother and no father here for you" she sighed "But I wouldn't worry Emma, someone is sure to come along and adopt a cutie like you." With that she left the room.

So not only was I reborn and a baby, I was an orphan again too! Wonderful.

On a side note, I learned that I was most likely in America seeing as the lady was speaking English and that my name was Emma, it's good to know I'm (thankfully) still a girl. On a side note, with a name like Emma, I sincerely hope that I'm not some sort of savior to a magical and cursed town, (I'm looking at you Once Upon A Time).

Oh, well. I'll save the freak out later as I can already hear sleep calling for me. Besides, I'm sure that everything will work itself out in the end. Right?

I was wrong, so-so terribly wrong.

Being a baby in an orphanage that had a bunch of kids that needed taking care of, led to being left alone and stranded in a room for hours on end.

Life as a baby, in a word, sucked.

Not only could I not move, I also had to deal with the fact that I practically had to sit in my own shit half the time. Seriously! It was humiliating have to be cleaned and fed by other people. It didn't matter if I was a baby, it was still embarrassing! Not to mention I was so bored that my only source of entertainment came in the form of my caretakers - one of which was the old woman whose name I learned was Sarah - and their gossip. Man, did those ladies talk.

Each day like clock work a caretaker - sometimes Sarah, sometimes someone else - came in and made sure I was fresh and fed. During those times they would always babble about whatever was happening that day or sometimes about me. This helped me immensely in knowing where exactly I was. It turns out that I was born in Hell's Kitchen, New York in the year 2004 on September twenty-fourth on an early Wednesday morning and that my biological mother had died shortly after my birth. I found it a bit strange that I was born only a year apart from my original birthdate and not in the year of 2018 when I died, (I wasn't complaining though, at least I still had the Internet). Also, no one had any idea who my father was since my mother didn't put a name. The news was horrible to in the least.

I knew I always had the short stick in life, but being an orphan again was horrible and knowing that I was the cause of my mother's death made me feel all the more terrible. It was such a cruel irony that my parents were, once again, out of the picture. In my previous life I was born to the couple of Alec and Myranda Foster who weren't particularly upstanding citizens in society and didn't particularly care for their only daughter, whom they named Rachel. At the mere age of six the family, (if they could even be called that) had left for a trip to the city and on the way told their obedient little girl to wait for them at the park while they went out on errands.

(It wasn't until after several hours later, the darkening sky, and when a police officer found me that I realized they weren't coming back).

Life in the system is not an easy one, nor is it particularly forgiving. Constantly thrown into different foster homes and endless disappointment helped me learned to adapt. It was better to close yourself off to the world than risk yourself getting even more hurt. So whatever came my way I would grit my teeth and bare through it all, it's what I've always done and would continue to do. I was tired though, tired of always dealing with it and having to know that I would have to yet again deal with that disappointment and isolation.

I was not getting my hopes up that in this life things would be different, I knew better than that. If there was one thing I was, it was that I wasn't a quitter. This time I would make sure not to make the same mistakes and have a successful life of my own one day. But right now a major goal was to live past fifteen, I would rather not die before I was an adult again thank you very much. Thankfully I already had fifteen years of life experience to keep me from doing that.

That being said I was only thankful that I didn't end up in some crazy-dangerous or messed up world like Naruto or worse, Attack on Titan. Yeah, no, I did not want to die by some psychotic ninja or being eaten by some giant naked titan, cause that would be fucking tragic. I could only thank whatever higher being up there for that small act of mercy.

(Oh, how I would come to regret those words).

After weeks of dealing with the same routine (you know eat, poop, sleep and repeat), I started to notice that things were a little different here than from what I've known from Before.

It all started when Sarah took me out my room and into the commons where everyone else (meaning the other kids) congregated. The commons was basically a fairly large living room area that led to the kitchen and had some plastic chairs and worn out leather couches strewn about with an old tv facing everyone. Any who, Sarah had decided that it was high time for me to properly meet everybody and get to know my housemates. In any other circumstances, my introverted-self would have growled and fought the woman, but I was a baby and bored beyond tears in my room and desperately needed new forms of entertainment.

That being said, Sarah had laid me down on a blanket on the floor next to some younger children and left to go take care of other things, leaving me to my fate. The reaction I got from the kids were mixed, the younger children looked at me as if I was some sort of alien with two heads, while the older ones barely paid me any mind seeing as I was just another new mouth that needed feeding. Ignoring the curious eyes and pokes of the children I set my attention to the television screen in front of me.

What I saw next made me pause.

It was a news report that the caretakers had put on. On there the anchor woman was currently reporting how the nation was going through a national crisis seeing as the president's daughter Ashley Graham was kidnaped by bio-terrorist and that her last know whereabouts were in Spain. For some reason the word bio-terrorist made me incredibly uneasy. I mean, it's not as though I don't know what a bio-terrorist is so much as that word seemed to give me the heebie-jeebies.

I feel like I'm missing something important here, but for the life of me I can't seem to remember what. My attention was soon taken from my thoughts when I overheard the caretakers speaking.

"Oh God. It's just like the Raccoon Incident all over again." Jessica, one of my caretakers, had said.

Anne, her coworker, quickly shushed her, "Quiet! We don't speak about it! It's better if we just forget about it, besides the trouble is all the way in Spain, not here. So just drop it." And that was that.

Still, what they said and the news report was bothering me. What exactly was the Raccoon Incident? What connection did it have with the present's daughter and bio-terrorist? Something was niggling in the back of my mind. I felt as though I should know these things but I just. Don't. Know. Why.

Mentally I sighed, I had a feeling that this was somehow going to come back and bite me in the ass.

I have to say, it took me an embarrassingly long to figure out the horrifying realization of exactly where I was.

It has currently been a little over a year since my rebirth and I was still at St. Johns Orphanage. For the past year I have spent all my time pushing my fragile body to its limits. By four months I was crawling, which then led to walking, and by five months I was saying simple words. Let me just say, being able to actually move again was exhilarating.

Which, of course, was hell to the caretakers.

No matter what, I couldn't stay still. I was zipping around every nook and cranny I could get into and find. Which led me to being stuck more often than not and having the caretakers to save my ass. Like, one time I stuck my head in between the bars of the stairs and started panicking when I couldn't get out. Now don't look at me like that, you would probably be doing stupid stuff to if you could do nothing but sit up for almost half a year.

What excited me the most though was that in one of my little "adventures" I found myself a mirror, and boy was I shocked by what I saw. Instead of the usual mousy brown hair and dull green that I was used to, straight, if slightly fluffy, dirty blond hair and striking blue eyes greeted me. It was… weird to say in the least, and freckled, pale, skin was replaced with a smooth beige color. Subconsciously I knew that being reborn meant I got a new body but seeing it for the first time is different than knowing.

Honestly, I didn't know how to feel about this development. A rather large part of me was a little disturbed because seeing my new appearance solidified the fact that I was in a new body.

But that can be saved for later, I'm getting off topic from the real issue. Currently I was in the commons reading an old worn hand-me-down book when Luke, (one of the older caretakers) had coming running into the room, with a few other adults and some older kids, turned on the news. Curious, I put my book down and watched what was on the tv, the others occupants in the room not noticing that I'm there.

What I saw made my blood run cold.

It was a news report about a bio-terrorist attack on the Harvardville Airport and how it came victim to a T-virus attack. But that wasn't what made me freeze, it was who I saw that did.

Leon fucking Kennedy was on the screen.

I couldn't breathe, all the puzzle pieces were laid out before me when my mind finally, finally stated to connect the dots. Raccoon City Incident, Ashley Graham's kidnapping, the T-virus, Leon Kennedy, Resident Evil.

I was reborn in Resident Evil.

For what seemed like forever, which in truth was actually moments, I just sat there staring blankly at nothing. Just when everything finally set in I came to, yet another, horrifying realization.

I was going to die.

So, like any sane person in my situation would do, I started screaming in terror until I passed out.

Thank you for reading! I'll try to come out with a new chapter as soon as I can. The more you review the sooner I update. Bye!