Disclaimer: I do not own Resident Evil or any of the characters depicted
within this novel. Everything and everyone named is property of Capcom
Entertainment. However, the things that aren't copyrighted are my property
and don't touch em!
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Prologue
September 10th, 2002 – Daybreak, 6:15 AM – NYC
Ada rose out of bed, pulled her hair back and quickly jumped to her feet. It was typical for her to be waking up in cold sweats, her face drenched in perspiration from the horrific dream that would haunt her endlessly…the same dream. Umbrella hadn't been put to rest yet, they hadn't been stopped. Their disgusting research and awful habits continued, persisting into the future to crush yet another generation of children and adults and youth…it was unbelievably awful how cold hearted those men were, the men and women who work for that sinister company…
Childishly, they played with their toys until they were board. Then, once they were through causing torment and angst in their toys, they would simply disregard them. Except disregard meant to destroy, cause lifelessness, to kill…everything Umbrella touched withered and died. Nothing except herself and Heatherly had survived Capitol City…nothing…no research, no documentation, no survivors…except she and Heatherly. Everything was gone.
It had been an awful nightmare, life ending and prosperity ceasing to exist. The T Alexia Virus had been spread into the city, causing chaos and destruction upon all who lived there. Some three hundred thousand died during those few days the virus was airborne…if they hadn't been infected, they would be eaten alive by the monsters that prowled the city streets. Within a few hours, nearly everyone was gone. Those who managed to survive the infection would die in the fight against the undead…no one lived…except for one man…Craig Hilt…
Craig had died for her and Heatherly, the agent who they had discovered on Muerte Island. Heatherly was sent in to retrieve the virus, but realized her wrongdoing and…somewhat coincidentally…came down with amnesia, crippling her ability to remember anything that happened while she was in the mission. Craig died to save Heatherly and Ada…he died like a hero, taking a bullet seconds before mumbling his last dying words… "…I love you Ada…"
Dying like a victor, Craig would be remembered in Ada's mind as the only one person she had ever met who was true and whole. Heatherly and Leon had left her alone in New York when she was dropped off in the chopper, each of them screaming something to each other about London England…
Now, as she sat on the edge of her bed in severe cold sweats, Ada realized that the nightmare she had just slept through wasn't a nightmare…this story, the story she had created in her mind was not fiction…it was all true. Umbrella hadn't been stopped, they hadn't been shut down…and they're next move had already been planned…New York City was next.
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Prologue
September 10th, 2002 – Daybreak, 6:15 AM – NYC
Ada rose out of bed, pulled her hair back and quickly jumped to her feet. It was typical for her to be waking up in cold sweats, her face drenched in perspiration from the horrific dream that would haunt her endlessly…the same dream. Umbrella hadn't been put to rest yet, they hadn't been stopped. Their disgusting research and awful habits continued, persisting into the future to crush yet another generation of children and adults and youth…it was unbelievably awful how cold hearted those men were, the men and women who work for that sinister company…
Childishly, they played with their toys until they were board. Then, once they were through causing torment and angst in their toys, they would simply disregard them. Except disregard meant to destroy, cause lifelessness, to kill…everything Umbrella touched withered and died. Nothing except herself and Heatherly had survived Capitol City…nothing…no research, no documentation, no survivors…except she and Heatherly. Everything was gone.
It had been an awful nightmare, life ending and prosperity ceasing to exist. The T Alexia Virus had been spread into the city, causing chaos and destruction upon all who lived there. Some three hundred thousand died during those few days the virus was airborne…if they hadn't been infected, they would be eaten alive by the monsters that prowled the city streets. Within a few hours, nearly everyone was gone. Those who managed to survive the infection would die in the fight against the undead…no one lived…except for one man…Craig Hilt…
Craig had died for her and Heatherly, the agent who they had discovered on Muerte Island. Heatherly was sent in to retrieve the virus, but realized her wrongdoing and…somewhat coincidentally…came down with amnesia, crippling her ability to remember anything that happened while she was in the mission. Craig died to save Heatherly and Ada…he died like a hero, taking a bullet seconds before mumbling his last dying words… "…I love you Ada…"
Dying like a victor, Craig would be remembered in Ada's mind as the only one person she had ever met who was true and whole. Heatherly and Leon had left her alone in New York when she was dropped off in the chopper, each of them screaming something to each other about London England…
Now, as she sat on the edge of her bed in severe cold sweats, Ada realized that the nightmare she had just slept through wasn't a nightmare…this story, the story she had created in her mind was not fiction…it was all true. Umbrella hadn't been stopped, they hadn't been shut down…and they're next move had already been planned…New York City was next.