1998, September 28th. A few hours after the plane accident...
"Alexia! Please! I beg you to reconsider!"
Alfred said as Alexia stood inside the preservation tube. The tube closed and Alexia looked at Alfred blankly. The only expression on her face was of depression and revenge. As the preservation fluid began to fill the tube, Alfred touched the glass with his hand. A tear began to fall down his cheek as Alfred shook his head.
"Goodbye, brother."
Alexia whispered as the fluid reached her chin and soon filled up the tube. Alfred clenched his hand into a fist and winced. He looked up at the ceiling and yelled. His beloved twin was now isolated, and Alfred felt very alone in the world. He walked away from Alexia and out of the room. When Alfred entered his office, he grabbed his diary and wrote an entry.
September 28th, 1998
I hate this world and every single living thing in it. They have taken Alexia away from me, all because they have taken Christopher away from Alexia. Oh how I loathe fate. Why did this have to happen to me?
One day, when Alexia is brought back to life again, we will rule the world. She will be the queen, and I her servant. Everyone will bow down to her. Every other human will be her slaves. They will serve Alexia with pride, contempt, and discipline. Everyone will respect her greatly. I cannot let the unwashed to touch her, let alone see her, either.
There is only one thing left to do. Hope. I hope that Christopher is still alive somewhere. Without him, the Ashford name is gone. He is our only restoration. He must bring back the honor in the family name.
Christopher. You must keep your promise...
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1998, September 29th. Morning in Raccoon City.
Chris opened his eyes. The sun was shining brightly. A yawn began to take over as he stretched his body. As he sat up, he was surprised to hear birds chirping peacefully oustide the building that he and Sherry decided to spend the night in. They had searched all night looking for the police station, but since the rubble made everything look different, it was not an easy task. Anyway, Chris looked over at Sherry, who was still asleep.
"Hey. Wake up, sleepyhead."
Sherry groaned as she rolled over and opened her eyes. She sat up and stretched. Chris stood up and walked to the doorway. Sherry followed. As Chris walked through the door, Sherry tapped Chris on the shoulder.
"I think we're near the police station now. It's a hunch, but I think we can..."
Sherry stopped as Chris's stomach began to growl. Chris blushed as he began to look around nervously. Sherry giggled as Chris tried to look for an excuse.
"I think...uh...that was a...monster...?"
They both began to laugh as they walked out of the buidling. As soon as they cleared the doorway, they saw a young man walking a few feet in front of them. Chris noticed the U.B.C.S. patch on his vest jacket.
"Hey! Are you kids alright?"
The man said as he began walking towards them. Chris and Sherry both nodded as the man walked up to them and waved.
"My name is Carlos. I'm here to rescue you guys."
"We have to get to the police station first."
Sherry said as Carlos turned and looked at her. He walked over and kneeled down in front of her.
"I know you kids think that the police station might be a safe place, but I'll take you to a safer place."
"But my mom told me to go there. What if she's waiting for me?"
"I'll have someone check. OK? So come on, follow--"
"STARSS!!"
A demonic roar sounded from behind Carlos. As the three turned to look, a tall monster wearing a black trenchcoat jumped down from a car. It began to walk towards them. Carlos motioned to the two to follow him, but as they started to the monster ran up to Carlos, picked him up, and threw him across the street. Chris and Sherry had no choice but to run the other way. As they ran farther, they heard gun fire pummelling in the background. After what seemed like an eternity, both of them stopped running. They both fell to the ground and breathed heavilly to catch some air.
"Do you think...we lost it...?"
"Yeah...I think so..."
Both of them sighed as they sat up. Chris stood up and walked around the immediate area. Sherry stayed sitting, still trying to catch her breath. As her pulse slowed down, she heard Chris calling for her. Sherry looked back.
"What?"
"Sherry! I've found it!"
"Found what?"
"The police station!"
"Alexia! Please! I beg you to reconsider!"
Alfred said as Alexia stood inside the preservation tube. The tube closed and Alexia looked at Alfred blankly. The only expression on her face was of depression and revenge. As the preservation fluid began to fill the tube, Alfred touched the glass with his hand. A tear began to fall down his cheek as Alfred shook his head.
"Goodbye, brother."
Alexia whispered as the fluid reached her chin and soon filled up the tube. Alfred clenched his hand into a fist and winced. He looked up at the ceiling and yelled. His beloved twin was now isolated, and Alfred felt very alone in the world. He walked away from Alexia and out of the room. When Alfred entered his office, he grabbed his diary and wrote an entry.
September 28th, 1998
I hate this world and every single living thing in it. They have taken Alexia away from me, all because they have taken Christopher away from Alexia. Oh how I loathe fate. Why did this have to happen to me?
One day, when Alexia is brought back to life again, we will rule the world. She will be the queen, and I her servant. Everyone will bow down to her. Every other human will be her slaves. They will serve Alexia with pride, contempt, and discipline. Everyone will respect her greatly. I cannot let the unwashed to touch her, let alone see her, either.
There is only one thing left to do. Hope. I hope that Christopher is still alive somewhere. Without him, the Ashford name is gone. He is our only restoration. He must bring back the honor in the family name.
Christopher. You must keep your promise...
____________________________________________________________________________ _____
1998, September 29th. Morning in Raccoon City.
Chris opened his eyes. The sun was shining brightly. A yawn began to take over as he stretched his body. As he sat up, he was surprised to hear birds chirping peacefully oustide the building that he and Sherry decided to spend the night in. They had searched all night looking for the police station, but since the rubble made everything look different, it was not an easy task. Anyway, Chris looked over at Sherry, who was still asleep.
"Hey. Wake up, sleepyhead."
Sherry groaned as she rolled over and opened her eyes. She sat up and stretched. Chris stood up and walked to the doorway. Sherry followed. As Chris walked through the door, Sherry tapped Chris on the shoulder.
"I think we're near the police station now. It's a hunch, but I think we can..."
Sherry stopped as Chris's stomach began to growl. Chris blushed as he began to look around nervously. Sherry giggled as Chris tried to look for an excuse.
"I think...uh...that was a...monster...?"
They both began to laugh as they walked out of the buidling. As soon as they cleared the doorway, they saw a young man walking a few feet in front of them. Chris noticed the U.B.C.S. patch on his vest jacket.
"Hey! Are you kids alright?"
The man said as he began walking towards them. Chris and Sherry both nodded as the man walked up to them and waved.
"My name is Carlos. I'm here to rescue you guys."
"We have to get to the police station first."
Sherry said as Carlos turned and looked at her. He walked over and kneeled down in front of her.
"I know you kids think that the police station might be a safe place, but I'll take you to a safer place."
"But my mom told me to go there. What if she's waiting for me?"
"I'll have someone check. OK? So come on, follow--"
"STARSS!!"
A demonic roar sounded from behind Carlos. As the three turned to look, a tall monster wearing a black trenchcoat jumped down from a car. It began to walk towards them. Carlos motioned to the two to follow him, but as they started to the monster ran up to Carlos, picked him up, and threw him across the street. Chris and Sherry had no choice but to run the other way. As they ran farther, they heard gun fire pummelling in the background. After what seemed like an eternity, both of them stopped running. They both fell to the ground and breathed heavilly to catch some air.
"Do you think...we lost it...?"
"Yeah...I think so..."
Both of them sighed as they sat up. Chris stood up and walked around the immediate area. Sherry stayed sitting, still trying to catch her breath. As her pulse slowed down, she heard Chris calling for her. Sherry looked back.
"What?"
"Sherry! I've found it!"
"Found what?"
"The police station!"