NOTE: I do not own the characters mentioned in this fic as they belong to Capcom.

My name is Brad Vickers, member of the S.T.A.R.S, Special Tackles and Rescue Squad, if your reading this then I'm all ready dead. This letter will explain what I've been through over the last months...I'll try my best to cover every detail until the moment of the present, which is now and when the pen leaves the paper...that's if I don't die while writing this.

I know I haven't got much time...

Two months ago, we got a call indicating that the BRAVO team had crashed in the Racoon forest, the same forest where those bizarre murders took place, so we took off to find them, with me in-charge of the helicopter, I was with REAL professionals, we all each had different talented abilities...Chris Redfield was good with all kinds of weapons an expect at everything to do with the subject, Jill Valentine had a talent with lock picking, Barry was full of knowledge, Joseph was keen on maps and the youngest in our group and Wesker...well, to be honest I didn't know him that well but he is team leader, that's a talent within its self I suppose...but he always wore those stupid sunglasses...not that I'd tell him or anything.

It took us only ten minutes until we saw grey smoke floating thickly in the air, we knew that was BRAVO's helicopter and Wesker told me to land near it, even to this day the surviving S.T.A.R.S and myself have no idea how BRAVO's helicopter was caused to crash, although to me it looked like engine failure. I landed the helicopter on the tall grass as there was no where else to land. The team climbed off the helicopter and spread around into the forest, I noticed there was mist building up, I was scared, always am in situtration like this, I'm useless underpressure but someone needs to control the helicopter. My heart was beating faster, I could feel my blood rushing around my body. It was silence, no sound but the faded cricket noises and your thoughts...it has been several minutes but it felt like hours and still no word from the others, they must've found something...

Everywhere I look around it's so eerie and the mist doesn't make it any better...even though it's dark, I feel as if I can see shadows moving in the tall grass...in fact I'm sure I saw something scatter pass the helicopter...just in case I started the engine then I heard this yelp behind me, it was fady but I could hear it, seconds afterwards it was growling then I heard another voice shouting "Joseph", that was Jill, something was wrong, I panicked, especially after I heard gun shots. My heart felt like bursting, I wanted to get out of there...so I did. The chopper raised from the ground, away from the mist and into the moon lit sky. I had cold sweat dripping off my face and rolling down my neck, I looked down and saw Chris looking up at me. I could remember the look on his face...an angry expression as if he wanted to kill me...not that I blame him...I fucked up! I fucked up big time!

It was over four hours later until I saw the gang again on the roof of the mansion, that was close by. They ran out, shouting at me but this huge non- God creation creature was after them, once again my pants were brown, the thing had a beating heart on it's face, what a horrible sight. I was scared...but down on that roof were my partners...my friends, what could I do? I saw there was a rocket launcher at the back, I stretched my hand out and pushed it off, it fell just where I wanted it...near Chris, he made a grab for it and pointed at the grey skin mangled creature...the rocket launcher impacted into the monster chest, exploding immediacy, cooked flesh splattered everywhere and this was my chance to help the others, I landed the chopper and everyone got on. "Get us out of here, Brad, hurry" shouted Chris into my ear, with no hesitation I took off and the sky was filled with this orange fireball, which lasted for long minutes...

I noticed that Wesker and Joseph were no longer with us but instead were replaced with a young girl who had medical gear on...I didn't know her but knew she was part of the BRAVO team...I guess their gone too...

The four of them were as quiet as me...I piloted the 'copter back towards the city and though I mad a million of question to ask, something about their silence didn't invite conversation. I saw Chris and Jill both staring out the hatch window at the spreading fire that had been the estate, their expression grim. Barry was slumped against the cabin wall, looking down at his hands as if he'd never seen them before and the new girl was quietly moving among them treating their wounds they had but not saying a single word...and me, well I just kept my mouth shut, I expect they were pissed off with me...

I'd been feeling crappy about taking off earlier, I've been through hell since then, flying around in circles and watching the fuel gauge slowly drop...it had been a total nightmare...but we're okay...it's over...or so I thought...

Two mouths later and Chris just got up and left...he went to the South Atlantic, why? I just don't know...Jill told me about the T-Virus and what it can do, she also told me about Umbrella, the corporation who did all this...those bastards. The virus has spread into Racoon City, people turning into the undead, monster of all kinds showing themselves...Jill said she had to get back to her flat, to pick something's up...she'll be all right, she can take care of herself.

About an hour later when Jill left, I received news about some source from Umbrella saying they had a bio-weapon, that they've let loose in the city, apparently he's about nine foot tall, he's got a patched up face with just one eye, giant pipe like veins sticking out of him and wearing a belt covered leather jacket. Umbrella's aim is to wipe out the S.T.A.R.S because we know about the mansion incident and they want us dead and that monster is gonna do that for them.

I've gotta warn Jill before it's too late, weather Barry has left the city I don't know but I'll try my best to find him...I hope I can get to Jill before that thing does...I hope I don't bump into that freak...I hope I can get out of this city alive...

Farewell.

Brad Vickers.