"Nicely done…" John said gravely from behind the truck, whose engine was still churning. "I told you it would all come back."
Jack stood there, thousands of thoughts were running through his mind, hundreds of question he wanted to ask but simply couldn't pin down any of them with words.
"How did I do all that?" He thought "Why did it 'all come back'? Where did it come back from?!" Finally he said "What am I?"
"Well, to be frank: you're not exactly human, at least not anymore." John began. "In our research, at Umbrella, we found that injecting the T-virus into living tissue provides the same affect as it has upon dead tissue: it brings it back to life. And since living tissue is already alive, it enhances it, makes it better, stronger, faster, increases reflexes, thinking speed and capacity--"
"So it makes the perfect soldier?" Jack interrupted still shaking from trauma.
"Yes."
"So, is that what I am?"
"No, your far beyond that." John said somewhat proudly. "Those results came from our initial experiments. You, however, are the result of years worth of research, refinements, genetic enhancements and training. You see, Jack, I created you, I trained you…I made you."
"You…made me?" Jack repeated completely bewildered.
"Yes, I'm not your real father--"
"What?!" Now Jack thought he was seriously going to lose it. This was too much to swallow in one day. He finds out that his father works with illegal genetic experimentation, that his father isn't really even his real father, that he himself was genetically altered and purposely infected with the T-virus, had somebody attempt to kill him, saw men be slaughtered at his hands, and watched himself do it mercilessly. He fell to his knees and started hyperventilating, John rushed over to him.
"Breath, deep breaths, come on." He laid his hand on Jack's shoulder.
"Don't touch me!" Jack screamed with a fiery gleam in his eyes. "I – I can't deal with this!"
With that Jack ran off down the road, away from John, away from the bodies of the soldiers, away from the city, away from everything.
"You won't make it without me! They'll catch you! You'll be wishing you hadn't done this when they do!!" John yelled after him, but he knew Jack wouldn't listen. He ran over to the truck, and picked up a radio receiver.
"This is John, he's loose. I need a containment crew." Then responding to an unheard question "Yes, he performed exquisitely. He's traveling away from the city, he won't get very far." With that John placed the receiver back on its cradle on the radio transmitter and got in the truck. He would wait there for the containment crew to catch up from the dispatch in Raccoon City.
Several hours later, and after many miles of running, Jack was still sprinting, still not tired. As hard as he tried to leave everything behind his thoughts kept catching up to him. He had so many question and nobody to answer them. Suddenly he stopped and turned around. He could still see the outskirts of the city lurking behind him. He knew that if there was a place where he could find answers it would be Raccoon City, that's the only place he would have any chance of getting to the bottom of everything.
It was dusk and light was fading. He knew he couldn't reach the city before nightfall, so he decided to spend the night here and then start out for the city in the morning – that is if he wasn't found during the night. There was a conveniently placed tree on the roadside which Jack climbed up and found a niche and within seconds of finding it was asleep. It would be one of the deepest sleeps he ever had, but also one of the most turbulent.
Jack soon found himself dreaming, but so vividly that he could not tell if it was real or not. He found himself in a stark white room, walls, floor ceiling, all white. Florescent lights shined above. There was no furniture in the room, and nothing interrupted the starkness of the room saved the slim outline of a door frame. Jack was huddled in a corner, he was wearing a generic white hospital robe. He could hear muffle voices coming from outside the room all around him.
"Where am I?" He thought. This all seemed so vividly familiar but so alien at the same time. He tried to get up to walk but his legs failed him and he fell back to the ground. Suddenly, three men walked in wearing white lab coats, surgeon's face-masks, glasses, white hair covers, and rubber surgeon gloves. The three entered the room and waked in unison towards Jack. They had an extremely imposing image and Jack tried to move away from them. But was already in a corner. One reached into a pocket and extracted a rather large syringe filled with a blue liquid while the other two reached out to hold down Jack. Try as he may have to struggle they pinned him down and he was injected with whatever it was the was in the syringe.
Immediately Jack felt an intense burning around where the injection had been. He felt this coursing through his veins, spreading first from his shoulder down to his finger-tips then up his shoulder and through his entire body. The three scientists had left and Jack lay on the ground, burning. Every beat of his heart increased the burning sensation and spread it to more and more of his body. His heart beat increased, spreading the fiery poison faster and faster.
Then, as quickly as it began, everything slowed down, as if in slow motion. He could hear his heart pounding in his head, he could feel the fire tingling all over him, he tried focusing on something in the room but the starkness of the place prevented him from doing so. Any sound he heard outside of his hammering heart beat, was slurred together into one continuous lull of sound. Everything gradually began to come back to normal, the pummeling clamor of his heart beat subsided, the lull of sound separated into individual voices and time began to progress at its normal pace. The fire he felt all over him remained, though. As the other sensations decreased the burning became more and more intense. It progressed to the point as though it felt to Jack that he had been cast into the fiery pits of Hell itself.
Suddenly Jack sprang up, jumping back to consciousness. His sudden leap of fright made him fall from his perch in the tree and come crashing down to the ground.
"Ow…" Jack said aloud to himself. "That was a nice wake-up call."
He got up, brushed himself off and walked out onto the road. It was moments before dawn, and the fire-red sun was peaking over the horizon. The sight reminded him of the sensational dream he had the night before and he felt a pang of pain at the remembrance. He looked down the road to his right, and at the endless stretch of highway, and then the other way to his left at the looming sight of Raccoon City. He then felt a slight breeze in the direction of Raccoon City. It seemed as if some unseen force was pulling him there, drawing him towards the ominous city. He felt the holster that was around his shoulders and remembered all that had happened the previous day. He reached for the gun in the holster, as he touched it he was repulsed by it. He knew why he had been given it, and it made him sick. He wasn't a person, he was a tool, a puppet whose strings were being pulled by the Umbrella Corporation.
"AAGGGHHHH!!!!" Jack threw his hands towards the red sky that was being created above him by the dawn. He pulled the gun out of the holster, cocked it, chambering a 9mm into the Beretta M92FS pistol and stood looking at it. He spun it around his index finger once, thrust his hand forward so his fingers were between the inside of the grip and the bottom of the barrel, then slid it into the holster. He hadn't even realized it, but he had put the katana into its sheath then attached it around his waist before he had run away. He now took it out, the blade was still stained with the blood from the day before. He slid it back into its sheath and turned to face Raccoon City. He was ready, with gun and sword, to take on the Umbrella Corporation.