Hi there! After a 5 year hiatus, I'm back into writing! Say what?

This is the beginning of a series of fics I have planned. I've set them out pretty much like the Resident Evil 6 game and fics will be split into "campaigns", starting with Jake and Sherry. I have plans for Chris and Piers' campaign but I'm still unsure at this point about Leon's and Ada's campaigns. I would like to write a Carla/Simmons one if possible.

First of all, I'd like to thank my friends Nathali and Elias who have kept me motivated and encouraged me. Thanks guys! And sorry for the wait. Finally, right? LOL

Secondly, I want to thank Shortey who has written a fabulous Jake/Sherry fic (titled Pieces of Me) and ever so kindly given permission to use elements from her story. Thank you, love! If you haven't already, go check out her fic! You'll thank me afterward :P

So basically, this is my take on the game. It is set during the game with flashbacks set before. A lot of it will still be very much the same as the game and I will use some dialogue from it but there will be changes. How I believe things should or could've been, not omitted to keep players hanging for the next game. For those who haven't played the game or don't know what happens, be warned! This is heavy on spoilers! If you're not keen on spoilers, go play the game, dammit!

Rated M for language and violence.

Disclaimer: Capcom owns Resident Evil, its characters and plot. I've just expanded a little and twisted things a bit to suit my inner fangirl.

Enjoy!

Prologue

The sound of creaking echoed throughout a cramped and dull apartment. A petite girl with short, choppy blonde hair leaned back in what seemed to be a computer chair in dire need of repairing. She sighed as she looked around the open apartment, her crystal blue eyes hovering over everything, examining every little detail.

The walls were covered in a bland grey wallpaper that showed its age. The floors were a pale wood that cried with every step taken. The kitchen, living room and study all blended into one room. The kitchen consisted of a vocal fridge, a microwave with a door threatening to fall off, a small cooking bench and a couple of overhead cupboards that simply refused to close. The living room; a torn, ratty sofa seated in front of a small and broken television, a tall birch wood bookcase lined with books, subjected on first aid, social and behavioural science and psychology, that stood next to the worn desk which the blonde was sat at.

Her cerulean eyes travelled, slowly taking in those all-too-familiar surroundings. She sighed again, slightly disappointed with the way she lived. She wasn't the type to desire flashy things or to parade her possessions. She was quite content with having the basics. A fridge, toilet, shower, bed, running water. They were enough to get her by. But for someone who worked for the US government, she lived a relatively low-key life, to say the least. Not that her pay was anything to brag about. On the contrary, when she wasn't on an assignment, she was stuck in a small office doing paperwork, which meant basic wage. She was too nice to say no, so she'd get lumped with plenty of overtime work as well. Ah, the life of an adult. Something she'd craved for for so long since she was "taken in" by the government as a child. Independence. Her own life.

Now she had it and it sucked.

She leaned forward in her computer chair, immune to the creaking noise, and glanced down at the papers that sat before her. She shuffled them around on her desk so they made more sense to her. She stared at the photo of a young man followed by a novel-long description about him. This guy was her new assignment, who was now under her protective care.

Great, more responsibilities.

She cleared her throat, closed her eyes, took a deep breath, opened her eyes and flipped open a 2-fold leather wallet.

"Sherry Birkin. National Security."

Those words left a bitter taste in her mouth. She had recited them so many times. That was the part she had down pat but it was what would follow that she could never be prepared for. For the possibility of losing the person she was in charge of, whether in death or their rejection to being under the wing of a girl who looked no older than 16, or the possibility of seeing the shed blood of innocents, or even the possibility of losing her own life. The latter she was somewhat prepared for. She wouldn't have taken the job if she wasn't at least a little prepared to put her life on the line. But the prospect of dying was something she couldn't completely come to grips with. Not yet.

Sherry turned the wallet in her hand around and looked at its contents. She stared back at herself. She shook her head, her uneven fringe tickling her forehead. The ID photo was taken when she was naïve, clueless about what lay ahead of her. She had gained a bit of experience since then but Sherry still considered herself clueless. She turned back to the information about the young man assigned to be under her protective care. Now she was supposed to keep safe the only person who could save the world? Was it a random coincidence or a cruel twist of fate that she had to be landed with the added responsibilities of looking after the person she knew would be the most sought after should anyone else catch wind of his heritage?

But this was the chance to fix everything, right? If it turned out that this Jake Muller really did inherit some abilities from his biological father, then a vaccine could be made and there would be no more bio-terrorism. She'd also be able to sleep at night without nightmares of her past haunting her.

What she'd give for one peaceful night.

She had to find him. The faster she found him, the faster she could have a normal life.

A high pitched melody drew her attention to her phone. She opened it to see a text message from an old friend. Her lips curved into a smile when she read it.

So... This new guy they assigned you. Is he good-looking? Do I have anything to be worried about?

Sherry replied, her technologically-inclined fingers quick. She looked at the papers once again before gathering them quickly and roughly shoving them into a manilla folder. She disappeared into her bedroom, packing a duffel bag with whatever clothes and weapons she thought necessary for the trip to Jake Muller's birthplace. She balanced the duffel bag strap on her shoulder and scooped up the manilla folder from her desk, making her way to the front door. She paused without looking behind when she opened the door. She was heading forward now, no reason to look back.

"Well... Edonia, here I come."

The blonde smiled meekly and locked the door behind her. She rested her hand on the doorknob. A new assignment, a new adventure. She wondered what awaited her in the future.