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Chapter 3 – Where's my Mam?

I slowly came round; squinting as a bright light blinded me. My head was pounding as I moved to cover my eyes with my right hand and felt something tug on it, I looked at the back of my hand and noticed an IV wire sticking out of it, I glanced down and saw I was dressed in what looked like a hospital gown and I was hooked up to an ECG machine. "A hospital?" I ran my hands through my hair instantly recoiling back when I noticed how dirty it felt. "Urgh...I need a shower badly." I was just about to reach for the buzzer to my right when I heard a man's voice mumbling incoherently, I turned my head to the left so fast I almost heard my neck snap.

"Mmm…Yeah, just like that…Mmm…Perfect…"

There was a great bulk of a man slumped down in the visitors chair. "How did I not notice him? Who the hell is he? And what on earth is he talking about?...Actually, I don't think I want to know…" He was broad shouldered, very muscular and had messy, spiky brown hair and a slight bit of stubble, he looked tired and worn but still attractive at the same time. I took the time to take in his attire; he was wearing a green military style top and had light stone coloured combat trousers on with hiking boots. I frowned to myself as I got the feeling I'd seen him before but I couldn't pinpoint where. I noticed a badge on his sleeve and was about to read it, when he began to stir again.

"Mmm…Jill…You are an amazing…"

I held my breath. "Jill? Does he mean my Mam?...Oh no, please don't be having a dirty dream about my mam!" The look of horror dropped from my face when he spoke again.

"…Sandwich maker…"

I breathed a sigh of relief; "That could've been awkward." The man stopped mumbling and began to snore. I was about to wake him and ask what the hell he was doing in my room when the door opened and a woman walked in carrying two polystyrene cups of coffee. She was about 5'9, slim and had shoulder length medium brown hair. She closed the door with her foot and turned towards me; she froze when she saw me looking at her. "Where have I seen her before too?" A few seconds passed and then she spoke.

"Hey."

"She's American?" "Hi." I managed to croak out; jeez my throat was dry.

"How're you feeling?"

"Like I've been hit by a truck and reversed back over again."

"You kinda were…Besides the reversing." She smiled at me weakly.

I just looked at her blankly wondering what the hell she was talking about.

"I'll get the doctor to come and check on you, you've been unconscious for quite a while." She put the cups down on the table at the end of my bed and quietly slipped out the door.

"Okay, what the fuck is going on here? First I wake up in a hospital with wires all over me, secondly I find a strange man sat next to my bed, thirdly an American woman just waltzed into my room like she owned the joint and lastly where have I seen them before? Who are these people?"

My thoughts were interrupted when a doctor entered the room with Jill following closely behind.

"Good morning Miss…Erm, we don't appear to have your name on our records…Okay then, never mind. I understand you've just came round from a coma?" "He's American too?" He marched over to the heart monitor besides the bed and started writing things down on my chart.

"A coma?" "Erm…A co..." My voice sounded so weak.

"Everything seems fine here. I'm gonna leave you to recover properly and I'll be back to check on you later." With that he swiftly took off.

"Huh?" I laid there confused. I looked towards Jill who was stood at the end of my bed looking at me; I then looked to Chris who was still sound asleep. I cleared my throat.

"Did I hear correctly? Did he say a coma?" I rasped out.

"Yea, he did. Give me two minutes to wake sleeping beauty up over there and we'll explain everything to you."

The woman walked over to the sleeping lump and gently started shaking him. "Chris…Chris, wake up."

"Mmm…Yeah, the sandwich was great Jill…"

"Who's this Jill he keeps talking about?"

The woman sighed and smacked the man across the back of the head. He woke with a start.

"What! What happened!" He was frantically looking around the room, his eyes wide with shock.

"It's okay Chris, calm down. But our patient has woken up; she has some questions for us."

The man apparently called Chris looked at me; he had cool blue eyes with an intense stare. He stood up alongside the woman; he seemed to tower over her at about 6'3.

"Uhh…Hey. My name's Chris and this is Jill." He gestured to the lady next to him. "Ahh, the mysterious Jill...Wait, did he say Chris and Jill?...No fucking way."

"What's your name?"

"Amy. I'm sorry, I don't mean to be rude but…do I know you two? You seem awfully familiar…Like really familiar." "Ahh, fuck it, just ask them. Blame the medication if they think you sound crazy." "This is gonna sound crazy but are you guys from Resident Evil? What the hell is going on?"

The two strangers looked at each other knowingly, then back at me. Jill was the next to speak.

"Amy…Well that's a start. Can you tell us what you remember yourself before we start explaining?"

I paused, thinking for a moment; trying to remember how I ended up in hospital. Memories started to come back in flashes.

"I remember it was Monday morning, the third of May to be exact. I got up, did my usual routine, went to university and…"

An image shot through my head, it was of Simon, except he was a…Zombie? "What the..? What drugs have they been pumping into me? This is some crazy shit." More images flashed through my head, I couldn't comprehend what I was remembering; it just couldn't be right, could it? This was surely one massive, messed up dream and I'd wake up back at home in my own bed.

"And…?" Chris prompted me.

"And…Don't look at me like I'm crazy but I'm remembering zombies for some reason…It must be the drugs. I can't remember what really happened." My head started to throb even more from trying to remember everything.

Chris and Jill gave that look to each other again then they both looked back to me with a soft look on their tired faces.

"I know that look. That look is pity."

"I am just dosed up to the eyeballs on drugs aren't I? Zombies didn't really overrun my town, my lecturer didn't try to eat me and I didn't really kill one of my best friends with a butcher's knife from the university canteen?"

"Ermm…"

Chris and Jill looked at each other clueless.

"Wait, something else is coming back… I ran to the police station, but it was surrounded by zombies then I…Hang on, did I get hit by a truck!

I shot up in bed, instantly regretting it after my headache got ten times worse. I groaned and flopped back down. I opened one eye and looked at Chris who was smiling at me sheepishly.

"That explains why I'm in hospital I suppose."

"Are you okay, Amy? Jill asked.

"I'm just super, thanks. Now would you mind explaining who you two are, what's happened and where's my Mam?"

When I didn't get a reply I opened both eyes, sat up slowly and looked at them expectantly.

"Well…It all began when…" Chris was cut short by Jill.

"I'll tell her Chris. I think it would sound better coming from me, you're useless at this kind of stuff. Go and grab a fresh coffee."

Chris seemed to give Jill a grateful look before looking back to me and offering a small smile. "I'll be back soon."

Once Chris was gone, Jill pulled the visitors chair closer to my bed and sat down. She fidgeted with her hands as she started speaking.

"Amy, I've got some bad news to tell you…There was an incident and as you know a viral outbreak occurred."

"The T-Virus." I interrupted.

Jill paused and looked at me. "Yea, how'd you know that?"

"I've seen enough zombie films and played enough zombie games to know that. My particular favourite is the Resident Evil franchise…Are you really Jill Valentine? And is he really Chris Redfield?"

"Yeah, I'm afraid so."

"Wow." I couldn't stop myself from feeling slightly awestruck. I know I should have been feeling horrified that this was all happening…But this was THE Jill Valentine and THE Chris Redfield.

"Chris looks even more intimidating in real life, and you look much taller." I blurted out.

Jill chuckled to herself. "Yeah he does and thanks. Anyway, the virus was released in your town as a terrorist attack. We haven't yet established who is responsible for it but we have a pretty good idea."

"Umbrella." I interrupted her again. "Sorry, carry on."

"Yeah, you're right again. As to how you got here well the B.S.A.A had been called to England to investigate the incident and…we're really sorry but you just ran out in front of our truck and Chris couldn't stop in time."

"The emblem on Chris's arm…"

"You ran me over?"

"Well…technically Chris did, but yeah it was us. Sorry again." Jill looked embarrassed and looked away.

"I was attempting to get to the phone box on the other side of the street; I left my phone in my bag back at the university when I was trying to escape. I was about to ring my Mam to see if she was okay…Where is she anyway? Can I see her yet?"

Jill stared at the floor not answering me.

"Jill?"

"Amy, you're Mom isn't here. If you hadn't picked up on it by now we're in America."

"That would explain the American accents."

"America! Awesome I always wanted to come here! My Mam and I always talked of shopping in New York at Christmas time. She's called Jill too you know?...Huh, did you say she's not here?"

"When you ran in front of our truck you were badly injured but not dead, we knew we couldn't just leave you there to die so we took you back to base with us, that's when we noticed you had no identification on you so we couldn't call your parents. A day after we returned to base we heard news of how fast the virus was spreading, there was no coming back from that so the British and American government came to the mutual decision…To nuke England like they did Raccoon City to contain the virus. We decided to bring you back to America with us for treatment before we fired the nuke at England…I'm sorry but your family is dead. That was three months ago now. You've been in a coma since we brought you to America, we've been keeping a bedside vigil just in case you woke up and wondered where you were so you weren't on your own…Amy, I am so very sorry."