Author: So I noticed something in the storyline. Apparently Bravo was sent in on the 23, but for the sake of this story they're going in on the 24th, the same day that Alpha goes in. You'll understand when you read this chapter.

Enjoy.~


[July 24, 1998 (Unknown)]

The past few days since I started this job have been a breeze. I filed paperwork, helped any of the S.T.A.R.S. members with whatever they ask and I stayed close to the man who starts the whole viral mess (one of them at least). What more could I ask for? The S.T.A.R.S. are friendly and welcoming and I have found friends in Jill, Barry, Joseph and Rebecca. The rest are hard to read, though Forest sometimes talks to me. Chris doesn't mind my presence while they talk at their desks and I often listen to what their lives were like before S.T.A.R.S.

Barry Burton had been in the Air Force as an airman and was married to a loving woman named Kathy with two daughters, Moira and Polly.

Chris Redfield was also in the Air Force as a pilot and was the older sibling of a girl named Claire (who I recalled from the game and my first dream vision).

Rebecca Chambers had recently finished college (which I still needed to do when I had the time and the break was over) and had an older brother named Shawn who lived in another city and didn't have much to do with her since he was busy all the time.

Jill Valentine used to be part of the U.S. Army's Delta Force training program, where she earned extremely high grades in bomb disposal. She was recruited by the S.T.A.R.S. She had no siblings that were listed.

Forest Speyer had an older sister named Francis who was a scientist (yes, I had met her so I knew this), but other than that police work was his life. He was apparently best friends with Chris.

Joseph Frost was quiet and had no family aside from his parents, but they were in another state. Not much was known about him, but he was pretty comical.

I didn't find out much about Richard Aiken. He had the same hair color as Wesker, but he was far nicer. He was almost friendly, but reserved. He didn't say much.

Kevin Dooley was strange. Not even going to talk about him.

I didn't like Brad Vickers. He was nice, but he was just.. weird. I didn't learn much about him because I didn't want to know anything.

I loved Kenneth Sullivan. He was this huge African-American that was like a big teddy bear. He'd always tease me about how 'lady-like' I was, which I knew he was jokingly mocking. I'd always laugh. His stories were always funny. He was a year younger than I. He was the oldest S.T.A.R.S. member.

Enrico Marini.. I instantly started calling him Macho Man. His mustache reminded me of an Italian guy I had seen at my college. He was funny, interesting and spoke often of his younger brother, who he was proud of. He was born in 1957 so he wasn't that much younger than me (but they assumed I was born way later than I actually was) and he was always offering to take me to see his sibling. I declined politely.

I rarely saw Edward Dewey. He barely hung around and used the excuse of needing to get home to his family to avoid spending time with us. He was nice when we actually did talk, but he never said much.

All in all they were nice people. I asked them about the captain and they told me what they knew. He was unmarried, lived alone (aside from with me), wasn't really social, not very talkative, strict, but a nice guy when he wanted to be. They all looked up to and respected him. He had earned their trust and led the S.T.A.R.S. well.

Today was the day I had accidentally fallen asleep at my desk. I hadn't gotten much sleep the night prior because I was struck with a nightmare about the walking dead. So I was forced to stay up all night while I tried to calm my system, which refused to sleep afterwards. I was tired when I arrived to work and thus found myself asleep at my desk.

I was awoken by the ringing of the alarm. I looked up at a worried Chris, who was pushing my shoulders roughly.

"Wake up!" He hissed as he glanced around. Everyone else was getting stuff packed.

"What's.. wrong?" I grumbled, fluttering my eyes against the bright lights of the room.

"Remember all those incidents in the forest?" I nodded slowly. "And the roads being closed to try to contain whatever it is on July 9th?" I yet again nodded. "There's been reports of activity at the old mansion in the woods. The Bravo team are being deployed to whatever's going on out there and we are getting ready as well. Wesker thinks your combat skills will come in handy, so you better get packed."

"Alright." I mumbled. "Just let me rest a moment longer-" He shook my shoulder harder.

"Up, now." He ordered. I sighed and got to my feet, shaking my body to become more aware.

I ran to the supply room and saw Jill and Chris shifting through lockers with bags, retrieving the contents inside; guns of all sorts, grenades, flash bangs, etc.

Minutes later I was hearing a sharp yell and it sounded like it was coming from Barry. "Chris! Wesker! Guys, come quick!" We all ran into the main room and saw Barry standing beside a communications system that connected us with the Bravo.

"Mayday! Mayday! We've lost control over the chopper! We're going d-" A voice was saying, but it was cut off by a sharp string of static. It sounded like Edward.

Wesker was already prepared. "Brad and Joseph, get the chopper ready. Jill and Chris, get the equipment onto the chopper. Guns, ammo, all of it you can carry. Barry, stay and try to get a connection with the Bravo's. Alexandria, get the medical equipment. I'll go inform Irons. Go!" With that everyone scattered.

I rushed into the back room where I knew the first aid kits would be. I grabbed like five of them and ran up the stairs to the helipad where the blades of the chopper were in motion. I could see Brad and Joseph pressing buttons as it idled. I set the kits into their spots on the air craft before turning to wait for the others to arrive. I didn't have to wait long. Chris and Jill were carrying bags and they set them into the craft, hopping up into it to take their seats. Barry arrived and took his seat. Next came Wesker, who was jogging. He jumped in and sat beside me. Sad part there was no door so the warm air from the sun was blowing around us.

I watched the others unload the bags, picking out guns and ammo. Wesker had his Samurai Edge and another pistol attached to his opposite hip. He also carried a Heckler & Koch MP5 sub-machine gun across his back. Ammo was stashed in his bags, just like everyone else's. He also had a tactical headset that was connected with his walkie-talkie. They all had walkie-talkies aside from Chris and Jill, who forgot theirs.

I was handed the gun I had become familiar with, the M1911 with three clips (which I stuffed into my pockets) and a S.T.A.R.S. Beretta 92F pistol with ammo. They all carried a Beretta pistol along with their own other guns. Chris had a knife, a Beretta and another pistol. Chris had the flash grenades in his pouch. Jill had a stun gun (or taser) and a Heckler & Koch MP5. I wasn't sure what Joseph or Brad had. Barry had his .357 Colt Python and a Beretta.

The plane ride was spent going over mission details. I zoned out, only listening when my name was called over the headsets we wore.

Soon enough we could see smoke in the sky and we noticed it was coming from a fallen helicopter. We knew it was the Bravo's.. but when we landed close by it it seemed empty, aside from the corpse kind of.. slumped over inside. It was.. Kevin..

As we walked around the forested area by the choppers we realized something was wrong. Our flashlight beams picked up blood on the ground and it was Jill who found the dismembered hand that was still clutching a pistol. It spooked all of us save for our captain. He remained stoic and ordered us to search for the Bravo's. I knew they were gone, so I stayed close to Barry.

The howls of something canine caught the team off guard. "Wild dogs?" Barry wondered aloud as I stood close by him, flashlight beam scanning the bushes for signs of the source.

"Yeah. Sounds like a pack." I didn't mention just what they were. That'd draw only a doubtful look (until he actually saw them then he'd be suspicious of how I knew that).

I was the first to notice the mansion. I knew it was there because I had stayed there for a long time. I gestured a hand to it. "Look, a mans-" But suddenly snarls echoed around us. The S.T.A.R.S. regrouped and we ran for the mansion as we spotted the lean figures rushing toward us.

"Where's Joseph?" Barry asked of Jill, but she shook her head.

"Those things got him!" She yelled.

"What are they?" He questioned, glancing to her.

"I'm not sure." She said, jumping over a fallen tree. "But they're fast and most likely hungry. They looked like large dogs, Doberman perhaps."

"Let's get inside that mansion and figure out from there what's going on." Barry said, running alongside the young woman, who nodded.

"Shut up and run! They're gaining on us!" I snapped at them, all of them giving me blank stares. They didn't complain.

We picked up our pace and soon the mansion was within reach. Barry ran first, slamming the doors open. We rushed in and him and Wesker barricaded the doors. Something heavy collided with the doors, which shuddered under the impact, just as the doors were sealed. We heard the snarling of those creatures.

"What is this place?" Barry asked, looking around while Jill caught her breath. Wesker stood back, watching us.

"Not quite your ordinary house, that's for sure." Wesker commented.

Jill stood, turning to our captain. "Hey, Wesker.. where's Chris?" She walked towards the door, but Wesker glanced over his shoulder to her.

"Jill, no. You don't want to go back out there."

"But we've got to find-" A gunshot echoed, interrupting Jill from what she was trying to say.

"What was that?" Barry said, all of us turning towards where the gunshot had come from.

Wesker took a step. "Chris?"

"No..." Jill muttered. Lightning flashed outside, lighting up the floor in dark blue patches.

"Jill, go and investigate." Wesker commanded, sparing me a glance. I remained silent.

"I'm going with her." Barry said with determination in his voice. "Chris and I go back a long way."

"Alright." Wesker said, the trio turning to face each other. I stood off to the side. "You two go. We'll secure this area." They nodded and spun on their heels, walking towards the door to the left where the sound had come from. "Stay sharp." They vanished through the double doors, guns ready.

I was left alone with Wesker.