"It barely took anytime at all," Chris Redfield thought to himself.
"It barely took anytime before Rebecca was gone, and then everything just went to hell. After the mansion was destroyed we went back to Raccoon, ran to the S.T.A.R.S. office, got right on the horn and put every S.T.A.R.S. team on the east coast on 'high alert'. Within 48 hours Umbrella had already taken action to cover up what happened. The news papers all read: "Spencer Estate destroyed after chemical leak. Raccoon S.T.A.R.S key suspects." We sent Rebecca off to one of the teams up in Michigan, she was bright, but she was too young to be put at risk like this. Umbrella knew what we knew, and made sure nobody ever believed us. We were shunned, insulted, disrespected and ultimately disbanded. Chief Irons even wanted to charge us with the murders of Enrico, Forrest, Kenny, Joseph, and worst of all that scum, Wesker, on the grounds of 'foul-play'. If only he knew the truth.
Barry, Jill, Brad and I rented an apartment just outside of Raccoon and started planning. We needed to expose Umbrella, but the only way that was going to happen was with substantial proof, and with the Spencer Estate completely destroyed, and Umbrella cultivating their losses, we knew we'd have to find it outside of Raccoon City. We decided the only place we could safely go was—."
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"Europe," Barry recounted silently as he stared out the airplane window.
"Chris was the one who got the bright idea. We'd each leave this hell-hole one by one, to avoid any suspicion, and head over to France. When we got there we'd start investigating each and every one of Umbrella's HQ buildings. There was one in France, one in England and the main headquarters over in Germany. It was going to take time, and there was a chance we could all end up in jail…or worse, dead. Chris was the first to go, then me, followed shortly after by Jill and Brad together. It was hard to leave my family, but they knew they were safer with me gone then with me home. Just before we found that apartment outside Raccoon, Umbrella sent assassins to my house trying to get at me and my family, those fucks thought they could take us all out one by one, and keep it a secret. Lucky for us and some quick shooting by Jill we got out unscathed. I sent the family off west, they're sure I'll be back soon….that makes one of us.
Our plans weren't fool proof though, shortly after I got on my plane everything back home went to hell and—."
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"I can't believe I'm the one who gets stuck here for this!" Jill thought while she slowly backed down the alley between Chet's Diner and Army Surplus and Supply.
"Chris got out, Barry got out, but no not me. And poor Brad, he didn't deserve to die like that, at the hands of that—that, that thing. First the city gets overrun by zombies, which is bittersweet; Umbrella is probably pissing themselves trying to come up with a way to cover this one up, but then they unleash that monster. They have to hate us S.T.A.R.S. pretty bad if they are going to bring in an assassin of that caliber. Twice the size of any normal person, about one-hundred times as strong, and it carries a helicopter's machine gun and rocket launcher across its back like they weighed nothing! Either way, Carlos and I have to find a way out of here before either that thing or Nicholai find us first. If only I could get in touch with the others, they're probably worried sick, but I can handle this, I'm a S.T.A.R.S member and damn proud of it!
Sad thing is nobody believed us when they had the chance. They sent in tons and tons of reinforcement power, but it was too late. I just hope they aren't still trying to send people in. The last thing we need are more lives lost. Poor guys wouldn't even see it coming, they'd probably think it was just—."
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"Standard procedures, get trained, graduate, find a precinct, and start saving lives," Leon Kennedy thought, brushing himself off, watching the giant 18-wheeler burn away before his eyes.
"Of course, that would involve coming somewhere that there were actually lives to save. All this place was filled with were incarnations out of every bad 1970s horror-flick I've ever seen. I swear, though I hate to admit it, that these people, these things, have to be zombies! This was supposed to be a new start for me, just graduating from the police academy, and my fiancée leaving me at the alter, I figured Raccoon would be the perfect place to start over. Small, quaint, far from the reaches of society up there in the Arklay's. But with my luck I barely get within the first mile of the city limits and I have the citizens treating me like a prime-rib! Talk about rough first days!
I just hope that girl is safe. She seemed almost as scared as me, and there's no way of telling if she got out of my car fast enough before that truck hit. She was beautiful though, pity that something so beautiful had to be lost and alone in a place as ugly as Raccoon City. Ironic that what a pamphlet can paint as 'heaven on earth' could turn out to be the face of hell itself. She said she was looking for her brother, his name was—."
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"Chris I hope you're alright," Claire Redfield thought as she rubbed her throat, gasping for air.
"This whole trip just keeps getting weirder and weirder as it goes on. Chris doesn't call me for days, so I decide to go up and visit him for a day or two, kind of as a surprise, but instead the surprise was one me. Chris and the rest of his team were gone and all they left behind them was a city overrun by monsters and zombies. Leon, Sherry and I barely made it out alive. I'd say the only plus of the whole thing was I found a note in my brother's desk about going to France to see Umbrella's HQ. Being the idiot I am, I figured I'd follow and went off trespassing and getting arrested. Who would've thought the French police would turn me over to Umbrella though? I never saw it coming. Now I'm stuck here on their god-forsaken prison island! To make things worse someone went and bombed the entire island. Even though it aided in my eventual escape from my cell I had little time to be appreciative. As it turns out Umbrella had the T-Virus here too and now the island is in equal if not worse condition then Raccoon was before they "sterilized" it.
Who was that man though that just attacked me? He said he caused the bombings on the island, said he was after something called the T-Veronica virus. Is Umbrella at it again? More importantly he said he knew Chris, and wants him…dead. I have to find him before this guy does, and that means I'll have to move. He's a lot stronger and faster then any human I've ever seen before, not to mention athletic-looking. Blonde hair, good-build, too bad I couldn't see his eyes behind those sunglasses. Wait! Maybe I have seen him before…back in Raccoon City…the S.T.A.R.S. Office, his picture was on the front desk…Captain—."
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"Albert Wesker." Doctor Pratchet said to his superior Dr.Craftt as two men carried a body bag off of the helicopter and brought it to them.
"We thought we may be able to do some testing, possibly get a better idea of what exactly this sample is truly capable of under the right circumstances." Pratchet continued pulling the vial of blue liquid out of his trenchcoat.
"He extracted it?" Craftt said starring at the vial with a youthful hunger in his eyes.
"Affirmative sir. The T-Virus Umbrella was developing." Pratchet replied.
"What are you waiting for then?" Craftt asked impatiently, "Get him inside immediately!"