Author's Note: I had originally planned to write in where they get told off by that fat bastard, Chief Irons, but in the end I realized that it has been done and doesn't need to be continue. I decided instead to simply let you know what happens to the characters and this is alternate from the actual cannon. You can expect some stuff to appear when I write up my Resident Evil 2 novel sometime in the near future, I will also explain how some characters came out contrary to what RE1 and RE0 play out. This is the final chapter.
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Resident Evil Rebirth
Chapter 28: Epilogues
Chris Redfield's Apartment 10:56 PM August 23rd, 1998 (Monday)
Chris Redfield breathed as he continued to go over the testimonies and the information that he had received from his various sources about any further research that Umbrella would be performing in the near future. He exhaled before he closed the folder and placed it alongside others in a leather binder that he would be taking with him on his trip. The duffle bag and backpack that sat in the corner of the room seemed to announce to anybody that he was not planning on staying. However, to anybody that had heard the report that he and the other survivors had compiled, they would have realized it was a sign that he was taking things into his own hands.
Their return to the Raccoon Police Department had been accompanied by everything but a warm welcome when it came down to the surprising amount of weaponry they were carrying as well as the medical attention that was required. The disappearance of six highly trained officers also left the local police chief, Brian Irons, flushed with anger and demanding answers. He had listened to the report that had been compiled by the collective survivors almost three times now, but always denied the request that it ended with. His refusal was always accompanied by further anger and threats towards their careers, it was obvious that something was generating a lot of control over him as he blatantly refused to formally investigate Umbrella.
He had managed to compile a great amount of information that the Umbrella Corporation was still working in the city and were within striking distance of completing a state-of-the-art research facility. Chris had already orchestrated everything and would be heading to Europe to personally confront the main office about these events. He was not sure how he was going to pull things off, but he was more than prepared to break a few laws to make sure that the means justified the means. He was thankful that only the local papers had tarnished the names of the team, the incidents had not been enough to be made national.
He was not sure if it was a bad omen to be leaving his journal on his desk, holding the records of all that he had been doing, but the office was closed to all personnel with the exception of the STARS members. His persistence had gotten him suspended and he realized that he could not get back in, it would be two months before he could return to active duty, though he didn't exactly plan on it. He would be out of the city by midnight and out of the country six hours later, he was not going to allow himself to be victimized.
He breathed as he looked at the picture on the wall of him and his younger sister, his only remaining family. He would not be passing any word to her, knowing that she could easily get involved if the corporation realized he had told her anything. He breathed as he leaned forward on the desk and stabbed his knife down into the surface in his own self-anguish. His eyes moved down to the case that held his Beretta which his authority as an officer still allowed him to carry. He sighed heavily "Forgive me, Clare."
Raccoon Police Department, STARS Office 2:38 PM, September 15th, 1998 (Tuesday)
Jill Valentine breathed as she turned to see Sargent Marvin Branagh standing in the doorway of the currently unmanned STARS Office, hardly anything had been touched in the last few weeks as the group had been under investigation. The senior officer exhaled as he took in the sight of the box that she had packed up with her own personal items from her desk as well as the picture of her father. She breathed as it became obvious that she would have to come back later for the rest of her things as the single box she had brought was clearly not enough. She breathed as she retrieved her denim jacket from the hook on the wall, she was dressed in the cloths she had changed from on the night of the incident. The emblem of 'Let Me Live' on her back.
"You know that you have two weeks to clean out your desk and locker, you don't have to do it all at once." Marvin offered as he realized that Jill was clearly stressed about everything that had occurred in the last few weeks. Chris had packed up his things and snatched the first flight he could to Europe and had recently established a safehouse for them, Barry would likely be joining after he managed to get his family to Canada. The scattered reports on her desk contained a lot of information from the incident including medical records and the weaponry the department had confiscated from them. All she had been left with was the Samurai Edge Beretta.
She almost felt like throwing up when she noticed Chief Irons carrying a box of .50 ammo to his office along with the handcannon that Barry had been keeping in the office locker for as long as he had been there. It had never been used due to the astounding power and now that he was gone that worthless piece of trash would be treating it like a toy. Barry had left the rest of his collection in the locker as it was evident that he had no reason to remove them from the department. He was doubtlessly with his family in Vancouver by now and would be returning to the city to retrieve her so that they might meet up with Chris in Europe.
In the meantime she found herself trapped in the city under the watchful eyes of the department she had been working for, it was the same for the others who had all resigned. Poor Brad Vickers had cracked under the stress and had hauled ass back to his hometown following his resignation. Richard Aiken had already made his plans and departed shortly after he found himself able to walk and she received confirmation the other day that he was now with Chris. Rebecca Chambers was still around and had actually been staying at Jill's apartment since the incident being that she couldn't stand to be alone. Jill did not dare tell Rebecca to swallow her fear, the company of somebody else that knew how to use a gun was greatly welcomed.
She knew she was being watched and knew that eventually she would have to make her move and get away from the city without being caught or noticed. She would have to make her escape at the best moment, though at she was not sure when that would be. But it would be soon.
Raccoon Park Cemetery 11:13 AM, September 20th, 1998 (Sunday)
Rebecca Chambers exhaled as she looked out over the metropolis' main cemetery having already memorized where the graves of her fallen comrades were, headstones that were erected in their memory with no substance or coffin beneath them. She breathed as she stepped away from the headstone she had just kicked over, belonging to their traitorous captain who she hoped had been killed in the destruction of the facility. She realized that it was less than likely having escaped from two herself and according to Jill, those doors to the helipad had been opened and the elevator had already been raised. She knew that he was alive and would eventually return.
With Enrico gone she had not bothered to tell anybody about her experiences the night before the Alpha Team's arrival or her short-lived partnership with the convicted felon, Lieutenant Billy Coen. She had allowed him to simply walk away and the fact that Chris Redfield had possessed one of the very same weapons that he had been carrying suggested that he had refused to allow her to walk back into the danger. She was not sure where he was now or if he was even still alive and it certainly was not like he was going to contact her to let her know. For his sake as well as her own, she had given a report that she had found his body, rent asunder by unknown animals and had turned in his dog tags to prove her point. His wanted posters were being taken down nation-wide.
Regardless of what would become of him, she was still troubled of what her involvement in the incident would do for her future now that she knew what she knew. She had aspired to become one of the researchers at the very same company that had allowed all of this to happen. There was no way she was going to be able to continue earning money for medical school with all that had happened, she was suspended and would doubtlessly be let go with the arrival of a new STARS Team. She breathed as she still had her issued Beretta and the magnum she had found in that tram car, grasped in the cold fingers of what she suspected to be an Umbrella Agent.
She would use both of them if things came down to it and they attempted to silence her, but it was not likely as she had no intention of wagging an impossible war. She still had a fair amount of money from that trust fund as well as he regular payment from the department. Her only desires at this point were to await things to blow over. However, the more her friends from the hospital talked about the strange patients they were getting, the more she gave thought to heading out of the city. She breathed as she turned and walked completely unaware of what would erupt just a week later.
The nightmare was not over, it was just in hibernation while selecting a new setting...
THE END