Author: Here's 51. Enjoy!

Toasty: Yes, things will hit the fan- very soon, at that. n_n That's all I'll say on the matter. xD


[September 23, 1998 {Wednesday} 9:00 AM]

"PROJECT W" REPORT SEP.23.1998

I have done as you've requested. Subject Twelve is in my possession and we are en route to Raccoon City. Eny was killed, along with the scientist Dimitri. He caused a bit of trouble and wounded her, but the damage was repaired. She still retains her humanity and the virus itself is dormant.

Upon realization of this I've sedated her for transport. Tell Birkin to expect a grey jeep. Project rate can now increase to the proper 97%, along with subject R. How fairs R, anyway? Any new turn of event I should be made aware of?

All is going according to plan and I am pleased to say that the Wesker Children Project will be a full success once we pull a sample from her blood for study and replication. Hers is the perfect strain, after all.

As much as it pains me to say I am very concerned about her health and her survival rate. Will the virus help her? I know I shouldn't ask such questions, but the rest of the subjects, Albert included, failed to meet our expectations and became deceased.

Either way, arriving soon, tell Birkin to be ready.

Umbrella Intelligence Division

A. W.


[September 25, 1998 {Friday} 10:00 PM]

The past two days they drove (well he drove, she rode) from city to city, making their way to their destination. Raccoon City was a good distance from where Eny and Dimitri had lived. The only reason it took them two days was because he had stuff to pick up.

Money wasn't exactly falling from trees, if you know what he meant. Alexandria had pretty much made herself at home in the passenger seat, which was laid back as she stared at the ceiling of the jeep. She hadn't said a word since dinner two days prior and he hadn't felt the need or want to pry. She'd talk when she felt ready to.. or got fed up with the semi-quiet air. Wasn't his issue.

He shifted gears, trailing over a lane on the highway, a decently sized road that had quite a lot of vehicles on it at this time of night. He was so focused on the road that he didn't notice her head turning to peer at him, her golden orbs hidden behind aquatic contacts he had got her the day before.

He felt a watching sensation and glanced over, catching her eyes on him. A brow arched as he divided his attention between the road and her, looking back and forth. "What? What's with the random staring?" He demanded.

She rolled her eyes, turning back to staring at the ceiling blankly. "I'm thinking."

"About?"

"My virus." This caught his interest.

"Still not used to the fact that you're infected?" He asked with a small smirk.

"Nah, it's not that. I got used to that a long time ago. It's just.. if my virus is so perfect what else is different about me? What else.. changed?" She sighed, rolling her head to glare out the window. "I feel.. empty."

He shook his head. "It doesn't matter. You're still you. That's what matters."

She smiled, turning he head back to nod. "Yeah, I guess so. Thanks.. Alex." He started to laugh and she lifted her brows in startled confusion. "What's so funny?"

"You can just call me Nico."

She huffed. "I'll call you what I wish. If Nico was a lie then I'll use Alex." At her words he flinched.

"Nico.. wasn't a lie. I was adopted into the family, much like the Miller's adopted you."

She looked away, sadness stretching across her face. "I'm sorry, that was rude of me."

"Not everything you see is black and white, Alexandria." He said softly.

"Indeed it's not." She muttered, looking out the window.


[September 26, 1998 {Saturday} 7:00 AM]

Morning crept by as we left the hotel we had stayed the night at. Nico had explained to me that we stayed to refuel at the nearest gas station and to gather strength by eating. I wasn't very hungry.. at least not anymore.

He spent most of the night in his separate room, scribbling things onto his notepad. I spent it feigning sleep in my room, though I was merely staring at the wall and.. just thinking.

All I seemed to be doing lately is thinking. I decided to call Adela now that I had the time. My phone had been activated a bit after I got it from Dimitri, but I never had any use for it. I had her cell phone number and was worried about her.

I dialed in the digits before pressing the device to my ear. It rang several times.

"Hello?" A groggy voice asked when the line connected.

"Adela!" I said cheerfully.

"Saria? It's like.. six in the morning. Why are you calling so early?" She questioned, her tone completely sleepy,

"I was calling to check up on you and the family.. and to tell you the bad news." I said with a sigh. I rolled out of bed, stretching.

"What bad news? We're fine. We're at mom's house for the weekend." She mumbled, the sound of movement following as she shifted to sit up on her end.

"Dimi's dead, he was killed the other day."

"Oh no! What a shame.. Even though he was a jerk I still wouldn't want him dead.. when's the funeral?" She gasped in surprise, honesty in her voice.

I paced about my room.. thinking. "There's.. no funeral. He was killed by a very dangerous man.. and I couldn't save him."

"Wait, you were with him when he died?" She asked suspiciously.

I rolled my eyes. "Not exactly. I was with him prior to his death, but when I went back to check on him he was dead." I edited the story, leaving out the fact that Alex had killed Eny, Eny's identity and that Eny had attempted to kill me (in vain since I came back), etc.

"What a shame..." She made a 'tsk, tsk' sound.

"Stay out of Raccoon City. The sightings have already started." I said firmly, making sure she would listen to me.

"Sightings?" Her tone went curious.

"I.. snooped around the news and there's been sightings of a murdering cult in Raccoon City." I lied smoothly. "Tons of people are missing or were killed."

"That's horrible!" She gasped.

"Oh, I have to go." I said, hearing footsteps moving closer from Alex's room. "I'll call again sometime. Take care."

"Ok, you too!" She hung up and I put my phone away, laying down on the bed to act like I was napping.

The door opened and I heard him approach. He hovered over the side of the bed, his shadow covering my face.

"Alexandria, get up. It's time to go."

I fake yawned and opened my eyes. "Morning already?" I asked, amused.

"You already knew." Was all he said and it let me know that he knew I hadn't slept.

So I got up, pretending to stretch as he moved to his room to get packed. I did the same and soon enough the jeep was loaded and we were off again.


[September 26, 1998 {Saturday} 4:40 PM]

She was so excited! She hadn't seen her brother in a long while so her antsy manner was due to that excitement. She was packing three days ahead of schedule, just a few things that she would need for the trip and her stay there. College was letting her off for her fall break rather early, at her request.

Claire Redfield just couldn't wait to wrap her arms around that oaf of a brother of hers! Ohhh, she had missed him so much. She tossed the necessities into her bag, which she would later put onto her bike.

Tonight she was going to have a few drinks and then watch a horror show or something. Perhaps a zombie film. It had been awhile since she had seen a good flick and one in particular came to mind.

La Morte Vivante.

It was a French movie written by Jacques Ralf and Jean Rollin, the latter of which directed it also. The movie was basically about a zombie girl who returns to the living.

Here's a better summary of the movie. Two guys break into a crypt with bad intentions. An earthquake hits as they are dumping toxic waste and one of the bodies resurrects, a female by the name of Catherine Valmont. She kills and drinks said intruders blood.

As she's walking through a field her picture is taken by a girl named Barbara though Barb's boyfriend Greg doesn't notice the random woman. Catherine returns to the Valmont Mansion where she is attacked by her memories before death several years prior, such as the moments with her childhood friend Helene.

Catherine roams the mansion as an estate agent is showing an elder couple the property. Helene calls the house once the trio leaves. The only sound she hears on the line is the music box, which brings her to believing that perhaps Catherine is still alive. Later the estate agent returns with her boyfriend. Catherine kills the pair and drinks their blood. Helene shows up, sees the bodies and finds a naked Catherine playing the piano. Helene assumes her friend never died and had been in hiding. After cleaning Catherine of the blood she gets rid of the bodies and discovers the two in the crypt where the bodied are then placed. As Catherine begins to drink from one of the corpses Helene stops her, offering her own cut arm instead.

Barb asks around the village about the picture she took: Catherine, they all answer. That's who is in the photograph. Pushing away Greg's belief of her obsession and dissuasion from continuing her search she seeks an answer to the mystery. Helene teaches Catherine to be human again and brings her a female motorist to feed from. Catherine rips open her stomach and drinks. Barb arrives at the mansion and meets Catherine. Her attempt to contact Greg led to Helene confronting her and they argued, Barb fleeing.

Catherine begins to become aware of the need to destroy herself, begging her friend to kill her, but Helene brings another person after her refusal. Barb drags Greg to the mansion where Helene is torturing the victim, who Catherine doesn't want to drink from. At the screams from the victim the pair are killed by Helene, but Catherine attempts suicide. Helene offers herself to Catherine, who devours her alive.

That pretty much wrapped up the movie. It wasn't really scary, but the story behind it was interesting since it was a blood drinking zombie.

The movie only lasted a little over an hour so she popped in a few others, yawning all the while. She was getting tired.

Her cell phone rang and she hit pause on the remote, reaching over after setting the bottle down to grab her phone. She flipped it open, pressing it to her ear. "Hello?"

"Miss Redfield, did you turn in your paper?" She heard the sharp voice of her English teacher, mister Evans.

She gasped. "Oh, oh! I'll send it in tomorrow."

"Do you remember the task?" He question, voice deadpanned.

"Yeah, four pages on writer of the book we were reading." She answered with a yawn. "Sorry, I'm tired. Do you need anything else, mister Evans?"

"No, that is all, good night, miss Redfield." He hung up. She tossed her phone onto the counter and went back to watching her movie, all the while getting sleepier and sleepier until she finally fell asleep.


[September 26, 1998 {Saturday} 6:00 PM]

Wesker had just finished a call with an.. associate of his and preparations were being set into place for his new position. He was going to work for a.. secret organization that had seemingly unlimited resources and money, all at his disposal. Just what the doctor ordered.

His equipment was packed into the rental car, which he had paid for with cash, and he shielded his eyes with glasses as he left his used and temporary hideout. His measured steps ended at the car where he slipped inside to start it. He was off moments later.

The drive to the new base was a lengthy one, but well worth it. A representative was already waiting for him when he arrived.

He had thought often on Subject Twelve.. on Alexandria Miller. Just who was she? What project had she been a part of? What had Umbrella done to her? Why?

These questions often slipped into his mind and every time the answers eluded him. He had wanted to immediately go out and retrieve her after she had been taken, but he had no clue who took her or where.. and he had more important things to tend to. She could wait on the back burner, figuratively speaking.

"Hello, Monsieur Wesker. It is good that you have arrived and on time, no less." A low voice broke him out of his thoughts. It was French, feminine and yet genuinely interested, as if intrigued by his appearance.

He directed his sunglasses-covered gaze toward the long blonde haired woman, his face blank as he leveled his eyes with her own blue hues. "Indeed." Came his sharp and simple reply.

"Where is Chase McCarthy and Franklin Morgan?!" A voice echoed down the hallway. The pair turned toward the sound and strolling toward them were two medium height people in lab coats. On the left was an angry looking man with cool dark grey eyes and buzzed brown hair. On the right was a sighing woman who was shaking her locks of black hair, eerie brown eyes rolling.

"Probably goofing off at the lab?" She replied, her tone deadpanned and humorless.

"Those imbeciles!" He snarled. "They were suppose to be here.. well over an hour ago!"

She exhaled and nodded. "What can I do? Fire them?"

"Yes! We don't need them!"

She stared at him, heels clicking against the tiled flooring. "You always find something to complain about."

"Oh! Lucinda!" The man called as he caught sight of Wesker and the French woman.

Lucinda lifted a hand and waved, smiling. "Hello, Madame Natalia and Monsieur Graham."

The scientist duo joined the pair.

"Monsieur, this is Madame Natalia Springer and Monsieur Graham Westmore." The French woman introduced the newcomers.

"A pleasure." Wesker raised a brow, studying the way the man glared at him and the woman stared blankly.

"The fuck is this guy?" Graham growled, gesturing a finger towards the blonde male. "Why is he here?"

"Graham-" His companion elbowed him. "-don't be rude. Hello, doctor Wesker." She bowed at the waist before righting herself with a dead smile. "He is going to be working here for the time being."

"Don't tell me what to do, harpy." Graham snapped. "I have better things to do than wait on two grown idiots to show up OR deal with you." He eyed Wesker like he was dirty laundry. "Or pretty boy here."

"Mister Westmore I'd advise you to be more.. polite." Wesker said in a low tone, which was dark and yet empty.

"Polite?" The scientist was scowling.

"Don't mind him, he's grumpy about the tardiness of our guests." Replied Natalia. She had sensed the growing tension and tried to dissolve it.

Graham threw his hands up into the air, growling. "I'll be down in the labs since I'm not needed. Not really one for things like this." He turned and walked back down the hallway, vanishing to the left around the corner.

The trio watched him depart before turning to face each others. "Well, I should be getting your lab ready for you.." Lucinda slipped away.

This left Wesker and Natalia, who had her hands on her hips.

"I'm terribly sorry about Graham. He's not very.. sociable." She sighed, shaking her head.

Wesker didn't say anything.

"We're pretty much the remnants of this facility." She said as if to herself.

"How many?"

She pressed a finger to her chin, 'hmm'ing softly. "The two you just met, myself, McCarthy and Morgan, along with three others. Well, I'll show you around." She answered, turning to walk down the hallway. He followed silently.