A/N - Please don't kill me! Blame the surprise holiday! And truth is i also had huge writers block , shortest, and the last chapter, i did my best to make it long, but then i'd give away loads for the sequel, i shall do my best to upload the sequel soon as, please keep a look out for it :) Hope you enjoyed this story as much as i enjoyed writing it.
After a year of tough training I started to get the idea that this was going to be more than the S.R.T. Nevertheless as much as we tried to get some answers as to why they were training us harder than the other trainees they just dismissed it and told us that was nothing they will discuss with us. Me and Tom started surprising ourselves with our newly found strength and agility. We also attracted some unwanted attention from other recruits, we would be picked on, we always blamed our ages for this. We trained Monday - Saturday. 6am till 10pm. Sometimes later if we have any challenges. There would always be transport to take us to and from our apartment, although we never got to spend much time in it. Nothings the same anymore. I cannot call this apartment we were given home, nightmares plague my mind every night, most of the time Tom has to come to my room to comfort me, I do my best to not but the screams wake him, much to my dismay. I have no doubt Tom has the nightmares too; maybe that's why he's so quick to come to me every other night, to see if I am indeed still alive. Nowadays I always keep a knife under my pillow and a handgun under the other. Just in case.
My leg did eventually heal, it still gives me trouble. Every now and then I would come out in shear pain for a couple of seconds then it would just die away again. At first I couldn't stop looking at the scares on my upper thigh, it was the only thing that told me this was all true. I seem to always think about myself at times. I didn't even realise the difference in Tom when we were told about Raccoon City being blown up. When I walked into his room to ask him something I saw blood on the white bedding. The atmosphere in the room was dark. It was only when I jumped over the bed I saw Tom, covered in his own blood which was spilling from his wrists, a small survival knife was tossed beside him. I didn't hesitate to use the ruined bedding to apply pressure to the wound and then I rung 911 immediately, he was in care for a few days then. It was raining when he was allowed out of hospital and he was sent back to our apartment. I hadn't seen him since he was rushed off to hospital, I was forbidden to go, I had to stay and train. He was the only thing on my mind for the couple of weeks he was in hospital. Then during that time the nightmares got worse, I soon began trying not to sleep, but I failed in the end. When Tom got out of the hospital he seemed pretty quiet at first, he didn't seem he wanted to talk. He just sat on the chairs on the balcony looking out at the city, Washington D.C, usually at sunsets. He still looks at the scares he caused on his wrists. I soon told him never to do that again, and he was the only thing keeping me together. It was him who cried on me, he told me he couldn't live with what had happened. He seems to understand now we have to stick together to get through our lives now. I'm no longer a girl I recognize.
Leon S. Kennedy, we got his name from a file which we 'found'. Apparently he survived Raccoon City too and is now working for the government as some secret agent or something. I wonder if he got forced just like us? Me and Tom have been trying to track him down, talk to him, to see how he survived the nightmare city. All of our attempts have so far been unsuccessful, his training is much more important than ours and he's always on assignments or something.
I cannot keep up with this new reality, its nothing I ever imagined to happen. Only one question remains.
How is my life going to turn out?