In The End
A Resident Evil Outbreak Fanfic
Prologue
Linda Jackson
"We can't allow them to live. They have gained too much knowledge from the outbreak. They should not have survived, let alone found the information that was left behind." Albert Wesker informed the people in the room.
It has been a year since the catastrophe that was Raccoon City happened. A city wide outbreak of the T-Virus. A virus that caused the dead to rise and feed upon the living. People survived, but only a handful of survivors had managed to gain some serious information on what was going on behind the scenes. It was the Umbrella Corporations fault the outbreak happened, and civilians had found out.
Albert Wesker, now head of the Corporation, was looking over a few of the lists that had the names of survivors. "These ones, Jill Valentine, Leon S. Kennedy, Carlos Olivera, Clair Redfield, and Chris Redfield. These I will overlook. They all seem to have at least some training in their system, and I have a feeling they will be of some importance in the future. But these ones." He said as he put the other lists down and held the last sheet of paper. "I want these ones taken care of." He said as he passed them to Ada Wong.
The Asian woman picked up the sheet and read over them. Linda Jackson, Alyssa Ashcroft, Jim Chapman, Mark Wilkins, David King, Yoko Suzuki, George Hamilton, Cindy Lennox, and Kevin Ryman.
"Any particular way or order?" She asked making sure to sound respectful. "Sir." She added hating herself for falling this low. But she had ulterior motives to this, and soon, she hoped, soon, she would be able to act against this awful organization.
"No not really. Make sure everyone on that list is exterminated. But I do have on request. Take care of Linda. She has worked against this company, and she should be punished and dealt with ASAP." he ordered. She nodded her head in response. "That'll be all. Dismissed."
Ada turned and left the room. Once out and away from the board room, and in her office, she collapsed onto her chair and closed her eyes, sighing loudly.
This was going to be a tough year… at least that's how long she hopes this assignment is going to last.
'Linda Jackson. Age: 32. Occupation: Librarian.
History: Linda was an Umbrella researcher. She was a genius with biochemical engineering. She was supposed to be evacuated by helicopter, by Ricardo Rodriquez. But she went back to the Umbrella laboratory to attain a anti-virus. She met up with the eight survivors and was saved by them a numerous times, so she says. She was able to return to the Helicopter just in time before Code XX was finished. Upon her return, she handed in her resignation and, with Yoko Suzuki, testified against Umbrella in court, telling them the events which occurred in what formerly was called Raccoon City. After which she began a new life as a Librarian. She now resides in Boston, Massachusetts.'
Ada read the info and then tossed it aside. She was propped on top of an apartment building. She looked over the ledge at the people passing by below. She looked at the library across the streets. The wind causing her raven black hair to brush against her cheek. Her breath visible in the wind. All over she heard the voices of a thousand people, nearly impossible to differentiate anyone. Laughing, as the Christmas spirit was still alive, though the holiday was over.
She walked over to the black case and opened it. Inside lay a sniper rifle. She picked it up and began putting on the attachments. Silencer, mount, scope, laser, and clip. It took her but a few seconds to attach them, and she was on the ledge again. The moon illuminated the city in its ethereal glow, only to be dimmed by the city's light pollution. 'Pity,' she thought, 'the moon is so beautiful tonight, it ought to be beamed upon the lonely, and those who's destinies are, sadly, to be cut short.'
She took one last look at the bio of her assignment. A black woman, who was only in her early thirties. It is unfair that the hands of fate are so cruel to such people that deserve, after the hell they went through, to live. But it was her life or theirs, and even if she didn't they would be still assassinated any ways. So she'd rather live then to be killed for nothing.
She pointed the instrument of death at the entrance of the building of knowledge and began scanning the crowd. It seemed that the library was closing, people were leaving. So she waited for her target.
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Linda walked down the stacks of books. The building was large, and she still had work to do. It was better then her previous job, she was damn sure of that. It wasn't the hours, God knew it was longer then her previous job, it wasn't the pay, it was less, it wasn't the benefits, though she did get two two-weeks paid vacations during the Christmas season, and summer. It was what she was doing… or what she wasn't.
She was no longer helping to "help" the world, no longer creating harmful abominations… no longer playing GOD. She was doing a completely different job. She was helping fight against people with overdue books. But she had to agree when the head librarian said that she couldn't help but think it was entirely retarded.
She walked down the stairs heading to the mystery section. She was embarrassed to say, but she always loved mystery. The thrill, the suspense, the secrets, the Casanova type romance that were sometimes put in it. It always made her feel excited, it had never once crossed her mind that life was like a mystery until the event that took place in Raccoon City.
She was so scared. She can't remember how many days were spent in that city were she was filled with nothing but fear. She thanks God every day that she survived. Since she escaped she turned her life around. She started attending mass every Sunday and getting herself closer to God hoping for forgiveness after what she had helped to create. She figured that God gave her a second chance at life because she survived.
She took that David King and the others as her sign from God when she first saw them at the laboratory, though she was kinda surprised when David tried to kill her. Thank God again that Carter recognized her.
Carter. The poor boy. She still felt partly responsible for what had happened to him. If only she had done something, said something, then his life might not have met the horrible end he didn't deserve, though some may beg to differ. She had met him on his first day, took him under her wing, taught him a lot. But she never knew that he would ever do something like that. She had helped people play God, but she herself, had never done that, and when Carter did, she was so uncertain, it bothered her. A protégé of hers was trying to be God. And it ended in his death. She never wanted that to happen again, so she testified against the Umbrella Corporation.
"Linda!" A voice called from down the stacks of the horror section. She looked over too see Abraham Stewart, the janitor. His face beaming when he saw her, sure that his was a reflection of her own.
"Abe, what is it?" She queried the man with a warm smile.
39 year old Abraham Stewart was the library janitor for over fifteen years. He's seen all sorts of people pass through the halls of the building, meet all kinds of staff. But it was only Linda that he truly opened up to and he was so happy to have met her. He had been in two previous marriages, no kids, but they never seemed to work out. He wasn't sure what went wrong, but he was sure of this one, he thought 'Hey third times the charm.'
He was stricken the moment the woman walked into the building. Their eyes met and he was lost in her chocolate brown pools. And ever since then, he's been wanting to get to know her more. He wanted to know everything about her. And so eventually, about a week ago he asked her out and the two have become an item.
And Linda had such hope for this. She had never been in a relationship before, even in high school. It had always been work, work, work for her. So now that her job wasn't so demanding she had, for the first time, a relationship and found, what she was sure of, true love. She knew it was too late for her to have kids, but she knew it wasn't to late for her to get married, and she desperately wanted to settle down with this man.
"I'm so glad that you haven't left yet." He told her. "I was wondering if you would like to be accompanied home once you're ready to leave." He asked her, with a twinkle in his eye.
Linda smiled at him. He was quite the romantic. "I would love to have your company." She answered and smiled at his grin. "Just allow me to get a few books, my jacket, and close up and we can leave." She told him.
"Lovely, I'll be waiting by the door." He told her as he leaned over and kissed her cheek and headed for the front entrance.
She blushed and watched as he walked away. She turned around and looked at the shelves for a few books. After making a few selections she walked down to the staff room. She looked around the empty room, it gave her the chills. Her mind swam and she remembered crawling back to the Apple Inn in Raccoon City after being shot in the leg.
The staff room always made her think back to the Inn because the staff room was fashioned, unintentionally, almost exactly like the front lobby of the Inn.
She shook her head clearing the images out of her mind. She went to the back and grabbed her coat, and her purse. She looked around the room, everything was in its place, so she closed the door and left.
She walked to the front desk and saw Abe waiting by the doors, she smiled as she began checking out the books she wanted, followed by turning off the computers, and then the lights. She walked over to the man she loved and kissed him on the lips passionately.
"Thanks." She said in gratitude. Abe smiled as well.
"My pleasure really." He said as he took her arm and they walked outside. They stopped a moment so that Linda could pull out her mitts.
"Hey what is that?" Abe asked.
Linda stood up and looked down, a red light was making it's way up. She looked confused as it made it's way to her head. She looked up to the source, and then she knew.
"No, please God…" She whispered.
Blood slapped the building behind her, and all over Abe. The corpse, formally known as Linda, fell to the ground.
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Ada looked at the man beside her target scream. She could hear it from where she was. She felt it in her heart. Regret. It was a weakness of hers that she really needed to be rid of. She saw Linda's lover kneel and grab her, held her close to him.
She closed her eyes and thought of him. Of Leon. She wondered how he was doing. She shook the thought out of her head and stood up. She saw the gathering of people around the body. The young Asian woman began to pack up the weapon, the instrument that took a life. She never used the same gun twice if it took a living humans life. She took one last look at the moon then took out a notepad, opened it and stroked off Linda's name.
Assignments:
Linda Jackson
George Hamilton
Cindy Lennox
Jim Chapman
Alyssa Ashcroft
David King
Yoko Suzuki
Mark Wilkins
Kevin Ryman
She looked over the list and then through her notes, deciding on who should be next. She knew that the next few would be pretty hard to find. But she always loved a challenge regardless of what her assignments were.