Rain pored down over the graveyard; wet black figures could be seen from far away mourning Mr and Mrs Curtis. A 19 year old female could be seen, tall and skinny with long black hair, a small but pointy nose and very pale skin. The girls name is Alex Curtis, daughter of Mr and Mrs Curtis; Alex's parents were the last family she had left and now she has none. Tears pored down her cheeks as her parents were lowered into their graves; a little way in the distance under an oak tree stood Mr Logan with a big grin on his face.

After the funeral Alex went up to Mr Logan and prepared herself for what was to come.

"Who'd ever thought that Alex Curtis would have survive but I'm sure if you were not out shopping that day you to would be dead and berried. Now listen to me girl, I want you out of town there is no room for a living Curtis."

"But this is my home…"

"No, it was your home" Mr Logan sharply interrupted "it's my home now; I will give you till tomorrow night to leave this town. I trust you don't need to be told to never come back? Tomorrow night, is that understood." Alex couldn't speak the word yes to the man who just had her family killed so she just gave a little nod and walked off.

Alex sat in her apartment staring at the blank blue wall in front of her while Mr Wong, the butler, made some hot chocolate. Mr Wong gave the hot chocolate to Alex then sat down opposite her. A few minutes passed as they sat in silence, Mr Wong eventually broke the silence, "Your mother wanted me to give you this if any thing happened to her" he palled out a brown envelope "inside you should find some information about you true father. It's worth looking him up as your mother and Mr Curtis are…" he trailed off not wanting to finish the sentence. He placed the envelope on the coffee table "I will be back in the morning to help you take your stuff to the airport." With those words he left.

Alex stared at the envelope thinking whether she should open it or not, in the end she decided she had nothing to lose and opened the envelope; inside was a letter from her mother.

Alex

If you are reading this I am no longer with you and neither is your step-dad. I have kept the identity of your father a secret all your life but now its time for you to know who he is. His name is Alexander Ashford, I met him a year before you were born. Due to his work there was no room for us to have a relationship so I left him. It was a couple of months after that I found out I was pregnant with his child, you. It was too late to go back to him so I decided to raise you on my own.

It is important now that you find him; he is what's left of your family. I'm sure TJ will be able to find his address for you, please go and find him.

With love

Your mother

Teas started to fall down Alex's cheeks, if it's her mothers wish for her to find her father she will do it.

Once her teas had stopped, Alex got on the phone to her good friend TJ. Just with the name of her father TJ was able to find something out, "I found him, well sort of. Apparently he worked for Umbrella but disappeared about 17 years ago; he does have a son though"

"a son"

"yeah, his name is Alfred Ashford and he is 22 years old."

"That means I was born after him but mother never mentioned Alexander having a son. Is that all you have?"

"Yep, oh and an address well more of an island."

"An island, well that's a lot of help."

"Sorry it's all I got; the island is called Rockfort."

TJ gave Alex the coordinates for the island; it was going to be a long flight. Alex started to pack some clothes and anything else she need, just showing up at Alfred's was rude but she didn't have time to make arrangements.

Tomorrow night she would be leaving for Rockfort Island not knowing what she was walking into. Alex needed to get some sleep if she was to take that long journey to meet her Half-brother, Alfred Ashford.