Letters of STARS and RPD

NOTE 1: I do not own any of these Characters mentioned in the story they belong to Capcom.

NOTE 2: The early chapters were made before Resident 5 and though it's slightly updated in later chapters, I will not be changing what I've already written.

My name is Chris Redfield, the last surviving member of S.T.A.R.S, the others are dead, deceased in ways that I could not put into words. I have no idea of Lean S. Kennedy's whereabouts, only rumours about him looking for someone in Europe, someone very important...but like I said it's only rumours. I know one thing though...I'll never see him again...or Wesker for that matter, that's for sure...I know for a fact he's dead...at least I hope so, the bastard.

I am holding the body of my sister, Claire Redfield, her arms and legs bitten, she knew she would become one of them, the walking rotten flesh of the dead, she begged me to end her life, what choice did I have? I would've asked her to do the samething. She begged, she cried, she wanted it and so I did it...I had to pull the trigger and watch the bullet exit my gun and ripped through her head, pushing the blood and bits of brain out through the other side of her head. I've now lost everything...everything. This is all Umbrella's fault, they just didn't know when to stop this madness.

Two days ago, Claire and I escaped a South Atlantic island prison, which was also contaminated with the T-Virus, the island was blown up but my mission wasn't over, we detected some sources that their was one last Umbrella Corporation in the world and that was to be in London, England. No suprises to find that London was infected too. We only had so much ammo and blasted our way to the heart of Umbrella. Zombies and mutant creatures attacking us from every direction and Claire was ambushed by a Licker, the last bullet in my shotgun was used on that Licker, but is was already to late for Claire. This is where I'm stranded at the moment, in the centre core, with no way out of here, I'm fucked and I only have three bullets left in my Colt.

Those creatures are moaning at the doors, scraping and knocking against the doors, the noise is starting to make me go crazy, I just can't stand it anymore. I don't have many choices. I could push my way through the dead, or wait for them to break though the doors and put the gun to my head or the last choice which seems the best situtration and use my only bomb to blow up this corporation and destroy the creatures along with me. Yes, that's what I'll do...in ten seconds darkness will fill my eyes and it'll be the last of Umbrella for good. God damn it, what a way to end it all.