Authors Note – Disclaimer
None of the original characters in this story belong to me. The Umbrella Corporation, Jill Valentine, Christopher Redfield, Claire Redfield, Carlos Oliviera, Rebecca Chambers, Viktor Trenton Darius, and any other characters contained in the original Resident Evil series are property of Capcom. All other characters are mine. Yours Truly Victor Valdez (My real name)
Valetta, Malta
1600 hours, 2/10/2009 Jill Valentine walked down the graveyard road. Her husband, Xavier Ignatius and her two children, Dario Valentine and Jonathan Ignatius followed close behind. Orange leaves from the deciduous trees rustled as the cold autumn winds blew gently, making it a typical grey and gloomy day. The hideous gargoyles at the gates of the monument, coupled with the sound of the breeze and the cawing of the ravens which leered throughout the graveyard conjured up an uneasy aura. Jill closed her eyes and took a long, deep breath before pushing open the foreboding gates and entering. Xavier, Dario and Jonathan entered behind her. The sense of nostalgia grew ever more apparent as she walked further in. The hair on her neck raised when the gate slammed shut, reminding her of the days back in Raccoon City when she was the prey. Tears appeared in her eyes as she passed the gravestones of the people she knew that had died to bring Umbrella down. Their pictures stood in wooden frames, serving as an eternal memory of their life and death. Jill refused to look at the images of their graves, not until she had paid her respects to that of the entire group which had bought the multinational corporation to its knees. There it was, Jill stopped and knelt at the STARS fountain. A large, life sized computer generated photograph showed all the members of STARS and those which had brought Umbrella down. Emotions overwhelmed her as she read the inscription on the plaque at the base of the fountain. "The time when evil triumphs is when good men do nothing." Tears streamed down Jill's face as her raw emotions got the better of her composure. Her husband, Xavier Ignatius knelt beside her, and put his arm around her. "I know how difficult it is for you Jill." He said, trying his best to reassure her. "No," she said softly, "nobody possibly could." Her snivelling soon gave way to more controlled, deep breathing as she reminisced and relived the moments of her past.
None of the original characters in this story belong to me. The Umbrella Corporation, Jill Valentine, Christopher Redfield, Claire Redfield, Carlos Oliviera, Rebecca Chambers, Viktor Trenton Darius, and any other characters contained in the original Resident Evil series are property of Capcom. All other characters are mine. Yours Truly Victor Valdez (My real name)
Valetta, Malta
1600 hours, 2/10/2009 Jill Valentine walked down the graveyard road. Her husband, Xavier Ignatius and her two children, Dario Valentine and Jonathan Ignatius followed close behind. Orange leaves from the deciduous trees rustled as the cold autumn winds blew gently, making it a typical grey and gloomy day. The hideous gargoyles at the gates of the monument, coupled with the sound of the breeze and the cawing of the ravens which leered throughout the graveyard conjured up an uneasy aura. Jill closed her eyes and took a long, deep breath before pushing open the foreboding gates and entering. Xavier, Dario and Jonathan entered behind her. The sense of nostalgia grew ever more apparent as she walked further in. The hair on her neck raised when the gate slammed shut, reminding her of the days back in Raccoon City when she was the prey. Tears appeared in her eyes as she passed the gravestones of the people she knew that had died to bring Umbrella down. Their pictures stood in wooden frames, serving as an eternal memory of their life and death. Jill refused to look at the images of their graves, not until she had paid her respects to that of the entire group which had bought the multinational corporation to its knees. There it was, Jill stopped and knelt at the STARS fountain. A large, life sized computer generated photograph showed all the members of STARS and those which had brought Umbrella down. Emotions overwhelmed her as she read the inscription on the plaque at the base of the fountain. "The time when evil triumphs is when good men do nothing." Tears streamed down Jill's face as her raw emotions got the better of her composure. Her husband, Xavier Ignatius knelt beside her, and put his arm around her. "I know how difficult it is for you Jill." He said, trying his best to reassure her. "No," she said softly, "nobody possibly could." Her snivelling soon gave way to more controlled, deep breathing as she reminisced and relived the moments of her past.