From the diary of Jill Valentine:
October 3rd, 1998
Two days … it's only been two days. It feels as if the demise of Raccoon City happened only moments ago. What have I been doing during the last forty-eight hours, then? I can't remember. Every time I lie down and close my eyes, I get transported back in time, back to Raccoon City. Once again, I find myself running for my life against a creature that God himself could never make, a creature toting a rocket launcher on one arm and deadly tentacles sprouting from its back, tentacles with a life of their own. I see myself fighting that giant worm with three sharp talons protruding from around its mouth, adorned with rings of razor sharp teeth.
I have no reason to fear though. First of all, it's all over. And even as I write this, I still find that I'm trying to convince myself that it is. I don't know why my mind can't seem to grasp that concept. Umbrella's experiments may not be over, but my fear of the virus is – or it should be. I am now immune. I can no longer be turned into a zombie. And I have Carlos to thank for that. Although I do wonder how my T-Virus immune system would affect the zombies if they were to eat me. Not that I'm interested in finding out, or anything.
From what he's told me, Carlos has tried several times to make it to the hospital to try and recover an antidote for me, one that would immunize me from the T-Virus. He says he found the right tools in the Raccoon City hospital and brewed up a batch of life saving anti-virus for me. I can't thank him enough, though whenever I try to express my gratitude, he just rolls his eyes and waves his hand.
Carlos also told me about Kenny – the boy that works at the precinct with us. Oops, he's not a boy. I can just imagine his face now, if he ever knew I called him a boy. He's a teenager – a very helpful one at that. He's very into his studies, and takes his work experience at the precinct seriously. I could see a lot of potential in him to become a respectable police officer, maybe even the chief. Hell, if Brian Irons, the R.P.D. police chief can hold a second job as one of Umbrella's agents, then I suppose anyone could be a police chief in Raccoon City, huh? Well, too bad Raccoon has been wiped off the map – literally.
Apparently when I was sleeping, during the two day gap where my body was trying unsuccessfully to fight of the T-Virus, Carlos had found Kenny on the street, having survived a car crash. Carlos brought him to the clock tower and patched him up. But Kenny woke up first and then … he just left for some reason, which is a fact that I'm still weary of. I have no doubt that Carlos ran into him, just based on the description he's given me. Apparently during one of Carlos' attempt to gain access to the hospital through a crowd of the undead, Kenny tagged along. Carlos managed to escape back into the clock tower but Kenny didn't follow. We assumed at first that Kenny got killed, but when we found no remains, that's when I started to get suspicious. Zombies never finished eating an entire body because the moment their senses picked up freshly killed meat, they'd move onto that. And at the rate people were dying at the time, there'd be no shortage of fresh meat for the undead.
We escaped the city just in time – literally minutes before the missiles were sent to the center of downtown, wiping everything out within a five mile radius. From the helicopter, I watched the explosion unfold – a large, gray mushroom cloud blossoming from where the city once stood proudly against the horizon. The shockwave was visible too … well not really, but its effects were. It threw the helicopter off balance, but fortunately we were far enough away that the force of the explosion wasn't enough to send us into a death spiral.
Barry Burton … he was the one that came in to pick up Carlos and me. I owe him my life – on more than one occasion. Back in the Spencer Mansion, the incident that started this whole Umbrella Conspiracy, Barry pulled me out of a death trap – a room with a collapsible ceiling that would have turned me into a "Jill sandwich", to quote him. Barry's a sweet guy, but his humor is so corny, you'd swear it was ripped straight out of a child's book. The second time he saved me also occurred in the Spencer Mansion – or in one of its underground labs, to put it more specifically. Captain Albert Wesker, the man that had double-crossed the S.T.A.R.S. had a gun pointed at me, ready to execute me on the spot, if Barry hadn't intervened at the last possible moment, downing our scheming captain with a single bullet. And a few weeks later, with the impending destruction of Raccoon City, Barry comes in heroically once again with his helicopter, pulling me and Carlos out of the jaws of death, with only a few seconds to spare. If he's so willing to put himself on the line for his co-workers, imagine what he would do for his family! It doesn't surprise me that he's a real family man.
However, after escaping Raccoon City, I started searching for Chris – he is one of the four survivors of that incident, Barry, Rebecca Chambers, and me being the other three. Barry brought us to their headquarters, but when I got there, it was completely empty. The only thing worthy of noting in his place was his combat knife. I will continue looking for Chris. Together, we will put an end to Umbrella's ways, hopefully with Barry at our side. I don't know how long this search will take, but I'm willing to see it through to the end because I know that Chris is alive and seeing Umbrella's collapse will be worth more than every ounce of effort we make.
There is also some sadness in my heart, for Kenny. Umbrella's creations had well-trained professional S.T.A.R.S. members running for their lives. Therefore when a similar incident encompassed all of Raccoon City, it's highly doubtful that a boy his age would've escaped the horrors of Raccoon. It's so unfortunate. He had such potential, such a bright future …