An 11 year old girl was sitting alone in a bedroom.
It was just like the last summer vacations in the Rockfort Island house. Big, typical British decoration, four rooms and a wonderful garden with a swimming pool and playground.
Except this summer, the girl felt alone.
A tear rolled down her cheek as she remembered last month's events. Her life had changed completely.
A month ago, she was giggling, watching cartoons on TV, while getting ready for school. She was happy.
As she came down to eat breakfast, she saw the person she most loved, her father looked at her and smiled. She felt warm inside.
Both giggled till the school bus arrived. With a kiss they said goodbye.
Then it all began.
About half an hour after classes started, two men went to get her. She recognized the Umbrella uniforms.
Wondering what had happened, she followed them.
The car crash came back to her memory.
The school.
The City Hall.
The girl tried to clear her mind from these memories. She wasn't happy anymore.
Her father was taken from her. Shot dead. Or undead.
Tears were now too many.
Reaching for a tissue, Angela Ashford cleaned her eyes, gave a soft kiss on a picture of her father and made her way downstairs, to the kitchen.
When she got to the kitchen, she realised she wasn't alone.
J- Prospero. Alice was there in the sitting by the table, right in the middle of the kitchen.
Angela, Jill, Carlos and L.J. had rescued her from the Rockfort Island's Umbrella Corporation Facilities a week ago.
Then they settled in Angie's and her father's house for Summer Vacations.
Angie stayed with her father's room, Alice and Jill with Angie's room and Carlos and LJ with the remaining two guest rooms.
They had lived in Rockfort Island before and then moved to Raccoon City.
Alice was the only one in the kitchen when Angie got there. The girl felt rage towards her.
If she fighted the Nemesis the first time they told her, Angie would still have her father.
Yet Angie couldn't blame her. Every bit of rage would vanish seconds later.
Alice had gone through a lot this last month.

- I'm glad you understand – Alice muttered.

She knew what Angie was thinking. The girl felt weird.
The only one with who she was used to communicate "that" way was dead.
Since the moment she and her father were not the only ones infected, Angie's head felt like being constantly in a rollercoaster.
The T- Virus.
What saved her life. What destroyed her life.
Powerful enough to create an unbreakable bond between minds.
Powerful enough to regenerate the body.
Powerful enough to make dreams come true.
Powerful enough to kill millions in one day, with a single little bottle.
Someone joined Angie and Alice. Carlos Oliveira was tall, strong and handsome. He and Angie had developed a friendship based on trust.

- Are you ready? – He asked Alice
- Yes – She answered, walking towards him
- We should go, the sooner the better.
- Where are the others?
- Outside. Waiting.
- OK! Let's go!

Angie took a glimpse of Alice's weapons. A pair of Uzis and a shotgun. It went well with Alice's black pants and t-shirt.

- Will you be alright? – Asked Carlos to Angie
- Yes – She answered – I'll try to hack the system from here...
- OK... we wont take long.

Angie nodded back.
Carlos, Alice, Jill and L.J. were going to infiltrate Umbrella, go to the Files Room and try to find anything that might contribute to bring the Corporation down.
Jill and Carlos had been planning this for weeks.
Meanwhile Angie would log in Umbrella's Internet System from one of her father's laptop. She just needed to find na illegal operation. One flaw by Umbrella and it would make people start doubting about Umbrella.
Angie followed them to the front door. She noticed they were all dressed in black. Just like the spy's movies.
After watching them leave, Angie goes back to the kitchen and prepares a sandwich and a glass of orange juice and takes them upstairs to her room. Her father's room.
Angie took a quick shower and dressed a pair of blue shorts and a white t-shirt.
Eating the rest of her sandwich on her way down, she left the glass in the kitchen and headed to her father's office.
It was a big room. There was a big couch in front of a TV, near the wall in the left. Angie normally spent her time watching TV lying in that couch, while her dad was checking the Hive. Then they'd both go to the pool, or spend the rest of the afternoon watching movies.
Angie walked towards the desk. It looked very clean. There was no paper on it, which Angie thought weird since she was used to see enormous piles of reports in her father's desk back in Raccoon.
The sunlight coming from the huge window behind the desk illuminated the whole room, giving it even more a look of a British house.
Angie opened the laptop that was on top of the table, sat on her father's chair and turned it on.
The only person Dr. Ashford trusted completely was his daughter Angela.
He had given her his password that she could only use in case of emergency.
Angie couldn't think of a better time to use it than now.
After she inserted the password, a Control Panel, with the Umbrella logo, popped up.
- Welcome Dr. Ashford.
- Your last visit was on: July 10th
- You have unread e-mails

Angie decided to go to the inbox. Maybe she could find anything.

June 21st - Valentine and Oliveira wanted by Police -- NEWS
June 20th - Umbrella claims Valentine and Oliveira are "liars" -- NEWS
June 19th - Video tape shows last hours in Raccoon -- NEWS
June 18th - Valentine and Oliveira accuse Umbrella -- NEWS
June 16th - Please Answer -- William Birkin
June 14th - Are you OK? -- William Birkin
June 13th - Explosion in Raccoon City kills millions -- NEWS

The e-mails started with the news of the explosion. The day after it happened.
Angie knew everything about them. She had been listening to the news everyday. She was completely disgusted at them. She never liked the news. Angie remembered telling to her father they were boring and that he could be doing better stuff like playing with her.
Her eyes fixed in two e-mails.
William Birkin was her father's best friend. They had known each other since they were in school. After Angie, Birkin was the person Ashford trusted more.
Angie opened his 1st e-mail:

Please tell me you and Angie are ok.
I've just heard what happened. It's hard to believe.
Where are you?

Angie felt terribly sorry for Birkin. He might now know her father's terrible fate. But he was clueless that she was still alive.
There were no more e-mails.
Angie went back to the main page of the Control Panel.
Looking at all the links and options, she found one that said "Logs". Angie clicked.
A list of her father's 10 last logs appeared in front of her.

1- Inbox x4
2- Access Umbrella Corporation Files – Top Secret – Sep. '98
3- Umbrella Search
4- Access Umbrella Urban Communication System – Raccoon City
5- CCTV Mode – Raccoon City
6- Umbrella Personal Locator – TGT: Angela Ashford
7- Access Red Queen – Access Denied x3
8- Access HIVE – Access Revoked x2
9- HIVE CCTV Mode – ERROR x3
10- Access Red Queen – Daily Security System Update

Angela clicked on the 2nd log.

- Thanks daddy...

Angela went to his logs with the thought that there would be about 20 logs... when she saw only 10 she never thought she'd actually find something.
A window opened:

ACCESS DENIED

PLEASE INSERT AUTHORISATION CODE

Angie didn't know any authorisation code.
She tried her dad's password.

ACCESS DENIED – Try Again

Feeling frustrated, Angie went back to the Control Panel.
She typed "top secret genetic" in the search bar.
18 results showed up.
Feeling happier, Angie clicked in the first link.
It also needed an authorisation code.
She tried the other 17 links.
All of them needed the code.
Angie didn't know what to do. Those three words she wrote on the search barr had to be in whatever she was looking for. None of the results could be read without an authorisation code. Angie felt frustrated. Where the hell would she find that code?
Back to the Control Panel's main page Angie stared at the available links again.
She saw the Umbrella Messenger.
She clicked to open it ,but suddenly realising that there could be someone online who might think strange to see the late Dr. Ashford log on to the messenger, Angie chose to "enter as offline".
There were some people online. William Birkin was among them.
Holding back the desire of talking with Birkin, Angie goes out of the messenger.
She stood there staring at the screen for a while.
Then she started to open the drawers. Papers, papers and more papers. Nothing that might interest her.
All the reports were in Raccoon. So they didn't exist anymore.
Angie closed the laptop and ran out of the office towards her father's room.
As she entered the bedroom, she noticed something was different.
The desk contents were on the floor.
But it was impossible, she thought. Angie was the only one who used that room.
Angie started to feel scared. She glanced at the windows. They were all closed. She thought if someone had been here she would have heard noise. She didn't hear anything.

- Is anybody there?

No one answered.
What if someone was in the house that precise moment?
Frightened, the girl looked under the bed, in the bathroom, behind the curtains and inside the closet.
No one was there.
Angie made way to the bedroom door and stared at the stairs.
Feeling unsafe, she locks herself in the room, sits in her father's bed and waits till Alice and the others return.