My name is Jill Valentine...I was appart of an elite police force called S.T.A.R.S..I was a member of Alpha Team and I was a marksman and expert mechanic.Back then everyhting seemed much easier..Heh, I was a fool to think it would stay that way..One day our own dearest Chief Irons and Captain Albert Wesker came to us with a mission.It was to find our compatriots Bravo Team, which we had lost contact with over the Arklay mountains.It has said to be the hideout of the canniball killers that we were searching for..Hell, some canniball killers..We found our comrades..but all dismembered and eaten alive by mutated zombies..Thus began the Spencer Incident. Only myself,Barry,Chris and Rebecca survived the horros of the mansion..But that wasn't the end of my perils...Two months later,in early September, I was in Raccoon City, persuing Umbrella for what happened at Spencer Estate...That was when I got suspended. Well what do you expect from Umbrella,they don't want anyone snooping around.Then once again, more zombies.The whole city was completely overrun by zombies.It only seemed like i was the only one alive, until mister Carlos Olivera came forth upon his shiny steed (yeah right).Only to make things worse than it already was, Umbrella had sended The Nemesis to destroy all remaining S.T.A.R.S members,thus myself and Brad who was killed in the process. That fugly bastard Nemesis caused me to go in acoma for two days...Thank god for Olivera and his smarts for medicine.And how can I forget the bounty on my head..Oh well. Me and Carlos managed to escape Raccoon city before it was totally eradicated by Umbrella's missle.My good old friend Barry Burton came and saved us just in time.

That was all six years ago….

Yep..Six long years ago. Damn, time goes by fast..Six years of trying to put an end to the Umbrella Corporation.But..something inside me tells me that this isn't over, that there is still something appart of Umbrella that's still living somewhere, and I intend to find out what. With each mission I do with Carlos, non the less, I get closer to the truth little by little...I still have a score to settle with that bastard Wesker, and I know he's out there somewhere, and im gong to find him if it's the last thing I do. Not that much has changed in six years..well, at least I think so. I mean i've changed physically fou sure but..my sense of justice and my independence are still there, and they're even stronger than before.And I can still fight..oh hell yeah..i'm damn good and im not afraid to say it, cause i know. All these years of being alone..not knowing where the hell you are and worrying my ass off has made me stronger; and I thank you for that.But I can't keep worrying, I really want to find you and see you again damnit. Why did you have to disapear on me...I hope your ok. Wait..Fuck that, im going to look for you. Yeah, I won't just stand around doing nothing and waiting for you, im gonna do something about it (as usual of course). Six years is too long hotshot, and you damn know it. But knowing you tho, your still on the force. Of course! Why didn't I think of this before, we both would know that Umbrella would have backround checks on you..and how convinient that a lab is not to far from where I currently am..Hold on Chris, im coming..

Finally...I did it Chris..After all the searching,after every bit of link,files,info, ANY hint of finding where you are..I did it, I finally know where you are after all this time.Fuck, you sure are hard to trace. But I managed to find out where you are, and i'm coming to meet you once again. But something else has fueled me to go where you are, which is in a little town in the Sahara Desert..Something that I can't let go, something that I must end once and for all this time before finally knowing that we truely stopped Umbrella...But first I'm coming to you, and that is a promise, and you know damn well that I dont break my promises..Don't you worry about that. But why in the hell would you be in the desert?! Out of all the places to be for me to come get you..What were you thinking Chris..You always did have your ways...Ugh now you got me thinking things again "Shakes her head".All I need now is to find a way to get in the african continent which you are in..But I don't think I have the transport (of course). But you know me, I always find a way..

Here I am, after only a few days, in a jet. I'm flying over the Antartique Ocean as we speak..I think I know why you became a pilot in the first place, it's so damn beautiful up here,everything is from a bird's eye view. I could get used to this. There's nothing to it really, just looking at the fascinating scenery from the skies and crusing about. But what I didn't know was there was going to be fighter jets on my ass! Shit, I would've known that crossing another boarder would bring me trouble..Stupid me.I put the pedal to the metal, trying to dodge as many bullets as I can, but they just keep coming. God, the things I do for you Chris! I try shaking them off with fancy moves, tring to prevent using weapons, but my current situation demands it. I would activate my guns from my fighter jet, then spiral to the back of one of those bastards, shooting it's ass into oblivion. That only leaves two more on my tail (yay for me)."Let's play a little game of chicken.." I said to myself. I would shake one off, thus leaving one behind me still as bullets keep flying pass me."Go figure". I would then fly straight for the other enemy jet, which is pretty much a gutsy move considering they have guns. But at the last minute, I would've pulled up just in time as the two bastards crash into another, causing them to explode on contact. "Hell yeah bitch..Eat that" as a smirk would appear on my lips. "Just like old times.." I thought to myself as the rush of adrenaline was kind of refreshing. You owe me big time for this Chris, when I get my hands on you i'll..god..I'll probably forget anyways, the important things right now for me is to find you...

Chris

My name is Chris Redfield. I was a member of the Special Tactics And Rescue Services..I was the expert marksman in my team,Alpha Team and I am also one of the survivors from the horrid Spencer Estate Incident...Now, after 6 years, I still work for the force, doing random missions once in awhile. But hey,what can you do, a man's gotta make a living somehow right?.

Well..Now look what I got myself into..I'm in the middle of the Sahara desert, in a rather deserted and quiet town with sand blowing in my face once in awhile. I was sent here on a rescue mission by this unknown person named Grey..He said that I needed to rescue some Governer's daughter. Well..I hit the jackpot with this one i'd say. It's so damn hot out here with the blazing rays of the sun always shining down on me. And there is no breeze what so ever..All this for some girl. And all I got is my trusty guns, a canteen of water and a 5 o'clock shadow. Way to go Redfield, you didn't think to pack a damn razor. Well, at least things couldn't get as worse as this..But hey, i've been through actual Hell before, so I shouldn't be complaning. "Pull yourself together Chris.." I said to myself. I wander around this sandy town in search for any sign to let me know that i'm in the right direction at least. These guys sure knew their geographie, carrying a hostage all the way out here..It's either smart, or just plain stupid. And why is this place so quiet? Isn't there supposed to be villagers or something? It's like deja vu all over again. Here I go again, acthing all paranoid and thinking too much. I would calmly take a deep breath, saying to myself again " Get a grip...". Shaking my head to get these annoying thoughts out of my dear head. Suddenly the wind would pick up, causing the sand to spin around rather with a bit of force. Some of it would whip into my face, causing me to spit it out afterwards. "Great..Sandstorm probably, I should take refuge into one of these houses..and fast". Not taking any time to think, I would go to the house that was conviniently up ahead of me, the sandstorm getting worse and worse by the minute. I would then shut the wooden door behind me, then leaning my back against as I take a breather for a few minutes..

"Now what.." I said to myself. It's kinda obvious that the weather condition calls for me to stay inside. Letting out a sigh in frustration, I would close the wooden pannels to shield the house from the oncoming sandstorm.I decide to take out my water canteen, unscrewing the cap slowly as I put the tip to my mouth, letitng the water glide down my throat,taking a few sips.Leaning my head back against the wall, I'd close my eyes for a few, thinking some more about what's happening now and all...Then I start thinking of what happened 6 years ago.."Yay..a trip down memory lane" I said sarcastically. I'd pull out the old picture of Alpha Team and Bravo Team as a small smile grew across my lips at the sight.Knowing that almost everyone in the two teams died in the mansion. I would frown at the absolute nightmare of Spencer Estate. Then my eyes fall on the one and only Jill Valentine...That woman who I haven't seen in years...The woman who seems so strong and independant.She could make my heart skip a beat at the sight of her doing does moves she does..I haven't seen her since..The last i've heard of her, she was in ...Raccoon. I don't know if she's still alive. My eyes would start to tear up just at the thought "I should've stayed with her..." Cursing in my mind for not staying with her in Raccoon City..But I had to save the only family I had left, my sister Claire. "She probably knew..She always does" I said reasuringly.Jill couldn't have died, no, I won't believe it. She's out there somewhere..I know it."She's to stubborn to let some mutated freaks take her..heh..she always was..But damn..That's what turned me on, that's what I loved about her" a small smirk would spread across my lips as I said that. But I finally realized that I used the words "Jill" and "love" in the same sentence..God, why didn't I say that to her.."Stupid stupid Chris.." muttering to myself.I also realized that I was saying my thoughts out in the open. God, I guess i've lost it.But where could she be..Where? I felt a sort of ache in my chest as I asked that "Where are you Jill.."

Jill

Finally..I've reached ground after all that has happened so far..I land my fighter jet into the sea of burning sand just below where I currently am, the sand whips out like crazy as I then finally land. The second I open the jet's glass encasement, I am immediatly hit with the massive heat wave of the desert, in which the rays of the burning sun doesn't help neither. I'd let out a long sigh before hopping out of the jet and land into the sand, saying "Jesus Christ..How can anyone live out here..".I'd lean my hand over my forehead to shield my eyes from the bright sun, thus helping me see more. I would set eyes upon a town not to far from where I currently stand, guessing this is where you must be considering the conditions. My heart would beat loud and fast at the thought of seeing you again already, considering it has been years..So I start to walk twords the sandy town with my trust guns, a canteen of water, and my 8 inch stainless steel combat knife. Oh yeah..I'm ready for anything.

After a nice walk in the flaming hot desert, I finally reached the town which seems to be in a bad condition. From the looks of things, i'd say a sandstorm occured or something..Crates have been torn to shreds, sand can literally be found anywhere and the windows and doors are closed with wood. "I hope your okay Chris.." I said with a worried tone. Well, guess I better start searching the area, who knows how long it'll take me to find you..Chris, you have to be here...You just have to be. So I start walking down what would seem to be the main street of this place. Strangely, this town seems deserted..No villagers what so ever. Which would we call "weird". So, this already gives me a bad feeling. When I sense something bad coming, i'm usually right, which can be really annoying sometimes. "Better be careful..Don't want anything unfortunate to happen already now don't we.." I said to myself. My right hand already leaned on the handle of my Beretta M92.F.Ready to take action. Suddenly, I hear something fall behind me. Quickly turning around with my Beretta already pointing at where the noise came from, my eyes darting at that corner of the street, waiting for something to come out "Comon Valentine..It's probably a villager or something.." while taking a relaxing breath to relieve myself of some tension. Just when i'd calm down, out of nowhere, an axe comes flying across my face, missing me by only an inch. "Whoa!! What the hell?!" freaking out already..I'd turn around, only to see what I thought i'd never see again..A rotten,decaying, smelly living corpse, right there infront of me. Flesh was dangling from the corner of the villager's mouth, the clothing drenched in blood and with an evil smile on it's face as it was soon charging twords me. My eyes somewhat widdened as the usual zombies just limp..My guess is that these ones are way smarter than your everyday zombie..Then suddenly I feel it's hands grasp my shoulder, and soon trying to dig his teeth into my neck. "Not this time!" I said, pushing him away before quickly unholstering my Beretta, not bothering taking aim as I fire a bullet into it's skull, sending the decaying flesh into the sand, the blood sinking into it as it's brains lay in the heat of the sun...Taking a few seconds to breath and sink this in, I then hear more footsteps coming from up ahead, now knowing that it's a whole family of zombies coming at my way. "Hehe..Here we go again.It's like deja vu all over again!" while running twords the house that was nearby, deciding to take refuge on the roof..

Chris

While I'm oh so peacefully sleeping in the old and rusty bed I found in the house I took refuge in...I suddenly wake up to the sound of gunfire not that far from here. I'd rub my eyes before saying "Some rude awakening..".Quickly grabbing my guns, i'd kick the wooden door open with ease, immediately the blazing rays of the sun hit my face, which causes my eyes to wince of the excess sunlight.Finally being able to see, i'd head int he direction where I heard the noise of a gunshot. "Didn't know there was action at this time in the morning.." a small grin appearing across my lips. My Colt.45 held tighly in my hand, I decide to pass through the small allyway, guessing it could be a shortcut of some sort.

With much luck, I finally found a place that has SOME shading. So I make my way through the allyway, my Glock 17 held tightly in my hands as I look around to see if there's anything suspicious.What the hell am I thinking? This place is DESERTED..Or so I thought. Gunshots mean that there must be someone right? "C'mon Redfield..Calm down" I said to myself while taking a few shakey breaths. Then I suddenly hear the sound of something tumbling on their way here,causing me to swiftly turn around and aim my gun at where it came from. My eyes glued on that corner of the allyway, waiting for something or someone to come out of there..."Redfield your acting paranoid again..It's probably the villagers..Now lower your gun..or you'll scare them off" saying that almost made me think I was kidding myself, but I decided to lower my gun slowly, hoping that it really is a villager and not something worse...Suddenly I see a shadow coming from the corner as it then appears on the wall of a house also. Taking deep breaths, I wait for the figure to reveal itself finally. The stranger casts it shadow against the warm sand as the frame of a woman appears, but without any luck, her figure is not visible cause of the shade.Instinctevly taking a few steps back, the woman finally steps into the bright sunlight, revealing a horrid decomposed corpse,her clothes were drenched in blood, her eyes were blank and her rather sharp teeth were bared.."Holy..shit" I said to myself, paralysed at the sight. It was happening again, i've seen this so many times, the infection..zombies.

Jill

I couldn't believe it...Those things have come back after 6 years. Those creatures that hunger for human flesh, that hunger for fresh blood. Trying to keep cool while escalading the house, in goal to reach the roof top where I could be safe, for now."I knew that this place had something funny about it..Now I know why. I should ALWAYS listen to my gut.." I said. So finally, I reach the roof top and away from the famished decomposed corpses that are glued to the wall of the building, trying to reach up to me.But these ones seem smarter..They travel in groups, which usually they don't. Feeling that this could be harder than I expected, I turn my gaze away from them. Now walking away from the edge of the roof, I look at the other side, finding more houses and food stands of all sorts. I walk to the edge of the ending part of the roof, now coming face with a man and another deadly corpse. "Hm..So there is someone here after all" saying myself with a puzzled expression. So I take aim at the zombie woman with my .44 Magnum, making sure that I got her head in my gunpoint.So I fire a shot, blasting a hole through it's head as dark-reddish blood comes splurting out,brains bring seen also. The blood would have splattered against the nearby wall, and it would have also streamed across the sand. So I hid myself in the shadows as soon as I killed the corpse, not wanting some stranger to ask questions or even worse, find out who I am. But..something about that man seemed vaguely familiar, that face.."Could it be?..No..he seems to different.." shaking my head, pushing those thoughts away. But my inner voice tells me to follow this man to find out..And the feeling is too strong to ignore. So I decide to wait his next move.

Chris

"Oh what now!" I said with a hint of annoyance in my voice as I look up form where the shot came up. But as soon as I did, the marksman made a retreat, only revealing a bit of it's shadowed figure..I would then revert my gaze back at the kill, guessing that it was an excellent marksman to have made a shot like that, and at that height also. Breathing deeply and slowly, i'd then let out a small sigh saying "Thanks pal..I owe you one".Leaning my hand to the back of my head, i'd scratch it slightly, this meaning that i'm thinking also.But something would soon interrupt that moment of peace as two more zombies come lunging out of the same corner as the first one previously did. The stench of rotten corpses would reak into my nose, the heat not helping at all as I try to focus on the uncoming assault. Lifting my Glock 17 forth, i'd take aim at one of the zombie's head, fireing a shot,thus causing it to fall against the sand, lifeless. On the other hand, while I was busy with that one, the other zombie lunges twords me, it's hands tightly grasping my shoulder as his bared teeth would try to sink in my neck. "Not today buddy!" I said while removing my knife from it's sheath on my right shoulder. Swiftly jabbing the blade into the zombie's skull it would have letted out a low hungry moan before falling down against my body, it's rotten smell now even worse as I immediately pushed it against the ground. "God, this day just keeps getting better and better." I said while putting my combat knife back into it's sheath. While I thought that that would be the last of them for now, a whole family comes charging out of the allyway, obviously these ones are faster since they are not limping. So I sprint outta there, knowing that there is too many for me to handle all alone. Making my way out of the small street, quickly thinking, I head twords the monastery up ahead. I'd then hide behind a wall, panting lightly from the morning jog. I would then remain still and silent as they entered the building. My heart was racing out of my chest, I could feel it wanting to burst out...

Jill

My eyes widden in horror as the army of zombies appear out of nowhere from that dark corner of the allyway. I see man sprint twords the monastery that lied just ahead of him as the hungry moans echo through the day.These creatures seem alot faster than the other ones and they even wander in groups. So once the man turned around, I finally saw his face more clearly..That face, I now reconize it, it's him, it's Chris!. The man who I have been searching for all this time..The man whom with I survived all the horrors in my past with..He's here, and alive. My heart just skipped a beat and it feels like bursting out of my chest, but there is no time to waste...even though i'm paralysed by seeing his face again..That face who I thought about so damn much. "Chris..." i'd mutther under my breath. So when I finally snap back into reality. I sprint twords the monastery, form the rooftop of course. So I finally come upon a rather huge window, and seeing you hiding from those creatures we know oh so well...I'd search for any way to get to that other side. Luckily, I find a rope that dangles above the window. So I takea few steps back, take a few deep breathes before lunging at the cord and thrust my foot into the window so it shatters on contact.The glass shards fall onto the wooden floor, hearing little "click" noises as I would then lean one of hands on my hip holster, thus removing from it a m2 Frag grenade.Id then lean the clip in my mouth and remove it by pulling on it with my teeth. "Take that!!" yelling at the zombies as I throw the grenade before turning my head around as the grenade went off, creating a big enough explosion to decimate all the ennemies. Waiting a few moments for the consuming dusrt and smoke cloud to clear up, I'd let go of the rope, thus landing in the monastery on my feet. Looking around for any sign of life left, I suddenly feel something press against the back of my head. A voice of a man roses "Who..The hell are you?" A small smirk would spread across my lips behind my dark bangs which shadow a part of my face, raising my hands lightly into the air.."Same Old Redfield.."

(Well that's all for the first chapter folks!..This is also my first one so don't go too hard on me x.X)