Russian Christmas Music
A/N: PS guys- i love the reviews! It will be a sad, sad time soon, when this story reaches it's end. But you can garuntee that I have a sequel planned out!
Rebecca sat alone on her bed, staring at the wall, barely able to breathe. Something was wrong here, and she did not know what. She felt like she was trapped in something that fate had set in action, and the only way to see what happened, what consequence would come from last night and this day, was to wait. Being a member of S.T.A.R.S. she was not one to just sit around and let things happen. She was a woman of action. Maybe she could not do some of the things the more athletic members of the team could, but she was by far the brightest and most medically-adept one among them.
In a way she kept the team moving, kept them going.
"I'm just a little cog in a big wheel," she thought, laying back on the bed and closing her eyes. She just needed to think, to find some way to sort all these jumbled thoughts out. If only Billy were there, he would know what to do...
But Billy was NOT there. That was a big problem. Claire could cry on Chris' shoudler, Jill on Barry's, but what about her and Kaitlyn? Why had Brad had to be one of those killed, one of those poor people to die? What had Jill done to just seemingly let them die like that! Brad had not deserved what befell him.
Nothing really mattered though. In a week they would be having their raid on the Boston facilities, casing Wesker and whatever evil plans he was planning. There was just no stopping him, it seemed. They attacked again and again but he always managed to escape.
Who knew who they were going to lose on the next misson?
But even worse... who cared?
Rolling over on the bed, she slid one hand under her pillow and slid it close to her. She knew that the others would be coming soon, but they knew how to get in. Jill was with them after all, she had her lockpick kit with her. Outside she had heard Chris and Claire get up and go over to Kaitlyn's room.
Crying softly into her pillow, she closed her eyes and tried to sleep. She knew the nightmares would come, as they always did.
A/N: PS guys- i love the reviews! It will be a sad, sad time soon, when this story reaches it's end. But you can garuntee that I have a sequel planned out!
Rebecca sat alone on her bed, staring at the wall, barely able to breathe. Something was wrong here, and she did not know what. She felt like she was trapped in something that fate had set in action, and the only way to see what happened, what consequence would come from last night and this day, was to wait. Being a member of S.T.A.R.S. she was not one to just sit around and let things happen. She was a woman of action. Maybe she could not do some of the things the more athletic members of the team could, but she was by far the brightest and most medically-adept one among them.
In a way she kept the team moving, kept them going.
"I'm just a little cog in a big wheel," she thought, laying back on the bed and closing her eyes. She just needed to think, to find some way to sort all these jumbled thoughts out. If only Billy were there, he would know what to do...
But Billy was NOT there. That was a big problem. Claire could cry on Chris' shoudler, Jill on Barry's, but what about her and Kaitlyn? Why had Brad had to be one of those killed, one of those poor people to die? What had Jill done to just seemingly let them die like that! Brad had not deserved what befell him.
Nothing really mattered though. In a week they would be having their raid on the Boston facilities, casing Wesker and whatever evil plans he was planning. There was just no stopping him, it seemed. They attacked again and again but he always managed to escape.
Who knew who they were going to lose on the next misson?
But even worse... who cared?
Rolling over on the bed, she slid one hand under her pillow and slid it close to her. She knew that the others would be coming soon, but they knew how to get in. Jill was with them after all, she had her lockpick kit with her. Outside she had heard Chris and Claire get up and go over to Kaitlyn's room.
Crying softly into her pillow, she closed her eyes and tried to sleep. She knew the nightmares would come, as they always did.