I am so honored to be the daughter of heroes, yes this is sarcasm. Don't get me wrong I am proud of my parents, but because of their accomplishments I am expected to follow their example, especially those of my dead father, Chris Redfield. And because he died a few months before I was born, which was back in 2015, I don't know anything about him except for what I heard about him in the stories those in the B.S.A.A tell. He was a legend, but my mother is also a hero from the B.S.A.A. She has told me about my father, about how he was a good man, willing to protect those he cared about, his friends & family, the men under his command, and even the innocents of the world. Mom has told me about how he wouldn't give up till the corporation umbrella was buried under the ground. She also told me how he never gave up on finding her once he saw a clue that pointed to her being alive when everyone believed that she was dead. And whenever she tells me more about him she always looks to be on the verge of tears. Though I don't know him personally from everything I've heard he would've been a great father, and I love him for everything he's done. I actually have an odd ritual where I would take one of the many pictures of him that mom gave me, and I would talk to it as if I'm talking to him. I would come home to tell a picture how I did at school, I even do that now at college. But that isn't all, the B.S.A.A managed to find his dog tags nearly undamaged except for a couple dents here and there. They were given to his next of kin which was his sister and daughter but seeing since I was just a baby aunt Claire kept them then gave them to me on my eighth birthday as a way for me to take a part of my dad with me. And now I carry them as some sort of medallion or charm, sometimes making silent prayers asking for my dad to watch out for me. But right now I need to get to my psychology 101 class. "Whoa watch where you're going!" yelled a random passerby as I ran through the campus grounds trying to get to class on time, nearly running him over. I rushed right passed my professor and headed into the building the class is held. As I made it down the hall I saw that the elevator was already closing so I ran to the stairway and ran up to the third floor. As soon as I opened the door to class I spotted my usual seat, thankfully it wasn't taken, and plopped into the chair as fast as I could. Right as I took my books out the professor opened the door looking around the room silently making a headcount of the students that were there. Her eyes fell on me and I gave a sheepish smile as she shook her head and continued into the room.

"Okay class, today we will be talking about chapter 3 and hopefully chapter 4 of 'The world of psychology'."

While she was lecturing there were a few people talking amongst themselves, and I could tell that Professor Young didn't like it, but she kept talking.

After class everyone was either hurrying to their next class, club meeting, or to take a break before the next class they had, I was the latter. I had stopped by the on campus café and gotten a bagel and coffee, I was still a little tired and needed caffeine. But as I sat down there was a loud bang as if something had gone off followed by screaming. Something wasn't right and it seemed like the city and the campus was just plunged into chaos. People were now starting to run through the quad and yelling to others to get out of here, and I saw so many people pushing and shoving just to get away from whatever was happening. Then I was grabbed from behind and whoever it was, was dragging me to one of the buildings and pushed me into a room.

"Here put this on!" he said as he threw a gas mask to me.

I looked at him and recognized that he was the guy who I almost ran over, but he now seemed like some sort of soldier trained for this type of incident. But I noticed that he didn't put a gas mask on himself, and as I stared at him I noticed he had some similarities to a certain pop artist, at that I stifled a giggle which made me look like I was coughing, he was also in his twenties by the look of it.

"So would you mind telling what's going on, because I have feeling that you do know."

He looked at me with a criticizing look, and then he spoke. "Bio-terrorist attack, this entire city will be overrun with B. in a matter of minutes."

"What?! A bio-terrorist attack here, fuck, I really hope that mom can get this under control. Well I now feel closer to my family, can't be their daughter without going through a terror like this." I said as purplish gas passed by the windows.

The man just stared at me then went back to guarding the door. And as he stood there the gas that was flowing pass the window seemed to be dwindling and the man seemed to be more on edge now, and I thought I saw some sparks of electricity coming off of him. And then it was silent, no screaming, nothing, just eerie silence.

"So your name, what is it?" surprisingly the man broke the silence.

"Amelia, Amelia Redfield, why?"

"I just wanted to know." he said without showing any kind of emotions.

"So now you know mine what's yours?"

"Shhh quite something is out there." He said in a lowered voice.

I just realized he had also avoided my question, but there was a noise coming from behind the door, it sounded like moaning. But that wasn't the only odd thing, I saw human shadows coming from the window, and when I turned around to see what it was I saw people, but they didn't look healthy. They looked like they were dead, and then I remembered some of the pictures my mom used to scare me into being careful in the outside world. Zombies, that's what these people looked like, and that's exactly how they moved as well, the man wasn't lying. The zombies however seemed to notice we were here and started to pound on the glass.

"Shit!" he said.

The zombies had already broken through and we were trapped, this was when he gave me a gun.

"Do you know how to use this?"

"Well my mom wouldn't let me leave home without knowing how to use one, so yeah I do."

As I took the gun I hoped that my dad was watching over me and I made sure that the safety was off. I aimed and fired at the zombie that was climbing through the window, the man however had shot about four of them while I got off one shot. Sure he might be trained and all but it seemed inhuman the way it happened, four consecutive shots all one after the other was very improbable. But I didn't dwell on that as he dragged me towards the door, he was getting ready to open the door. When it was open we were surprised to see the hall way abandoned, there was no one there.

"Follow me and stay close to me."

I was just about to say okay boss in a very rude way when we heard something coming our way. And the man readied his gun as the noise got closer, and closer till we saw something come around the corner.

"Don't shoot, don't shoot, we're not like those things." A classmate of mine had said holding his hands in front of him.

However soldier boy gave him a look before lowering his gun and gesturing for him to come with us. It was just really good to know that someone else was alive here. But things were just about to get crazy. As our group was finding its way through out the building trying to find the safest route off campus and out of the city we came across some weird creatures and they weren't zombies. If this was World of Warcraft then those things were Frankenstein's imps, they looked so small but also very disgusting, like they had burst out of something, or someone. Covered in blood and like a mash-up of different parts these things were disturbing to look at, so Zeke, my classmate, ended up throwing up and alerting the things to our location. The things scrambled to us screeching like banshees and showing ten sets of glowing green eyes, it was quite a sight to see. But soldier boy shot at them with precise aim and got them all in the head, so thinking that we were safe Zeke decided to inspect the creatures.

"Zeke don't" I whispered.

But he went up to them anyways, and that was when they got up and attacked him, tearing at his flesh, and mauling him like a bear, really tiny bears. Soldier boy then took out a grenade, a flash grenade and threw it at those things, and as it went off they screamed and we covered our ears and eyes. As soon as it was safe to hear and see I saw puddles of green ooze disintegrating where the things once were. And I looked at Zeke seeing all the damage done to him, he was dead and there was nothing we could do.

"Let's go before the virus changes him." soldier boy said as he gestured towards the exit.

"What virus?! What the fuck is going on?! Who is doing this?! Would you like to tell me?!" I yelled.

"Shhh, the only thing I can tell you is that this virus, the A virus is spreading through this town like wild fire. You probably don't know much on the C virus but this virus is the combination of the C and D viruses and that it is now turning all those infected into monsters. Your friend there has been infected when he was attacked by those things so he will be waking up as a zombie, its best we go now." He said shutting me up.