Two boys ran quickly down the streets of the overpopulated city. They each carried a bag of groceries in their hands as the made way through all the people and into a small isolated alley. The two, just about two years apart jumped in puddles of water and began to splash each other.

"Stop it Albert, or I'll tell mum!" Alex, the youngest one yelled placing his hands to his face.
"Oh, don't be such a bloke, we're having fun!" Albert replied, tossing the groceries bags at his younger brother. "Here, I'll stop if you carry the bags."

Alex tried to protest but only laughed, and so did Albert. The two, about ten and eight walked down the alley. "You don't think we'll get in trouble if we're caught, do you?" Alex asked. "We're breaking curfew."
"And, we need food to eat do we not?" Albert replied. "Shut up now, you worry too much." He softly punched his brother Alex who smiled.
"Last one home," Alex said. "Has to wash the dishes!"

The two ran, purposely splashing into large puddles of mud and water. They had bright smiles on their faces until, they heard a loud wailing above them. They stopped and looked around, fear shaped their faces as they heard the loud bomb siren and the planes that followed.

"Oh no." Albert said, his voice filled with panic. "Run Alex, come on!"
Alex only stood there and look up at the sky which began to fill up with enemy planes. He dropped the grocery bag once he saw large containers falling from the aircrafts, all the while the sirens sounded louder than ever.
"Alex!" Albert dropped his bag and grabbed his brother's arm and the two began to ran. They ran, ignoring the shaking Earth and the wails of people around them.

Albert didn't let his brother go, even though he believed that the two wouldn't make it through this raid. He knew that he'd promised his mother that they'd be safe, and he also promised Alex, but he just didn't believe that they'd survive the night.

Bombs fell almost everywhere, creating fires that they could not avoid.
Albert believe at that moment, that Alex even figured, that the two were most likely going to die.

Albert opened his eyes at the sound of his name.
To his surprise, Claire stood in front of him with a book and a donut bag in her hand. "Here, I was thinking of you when I was out today." She said softly. "You must be hungry...and I know you like to read. If this books is too hard to understand, I'll get a new one." She smiled.

"Thank you." Albert spoke with a quivering voice.

Claire had to leave early that morning, and when she did, she could've sworn she saw a tear shed from Albert's eye.

Ada sat in the bar, looking at the Leader of the B.S.A.A. Chris Redfield. For a second, she believed that she had left Albert in the wrong hands, but with a strong sip of liquor, she again, had faith in what she had done.

She saw him sitting there, with his friend, Jill Valentine. The two seemed to be arguing, so Ada decided that it would be best for her to leave.

Like before, she had ventured out into the night, but this time she made a detour somewhere different. A house, a family house that made her heart slightly ache. But putting all emotions aside, she found the strength to ring the door bell.

Seconds later, the brown door opened and a woman with red hair and an angelic face opened the door.

"Hello?" The woman asked. "What can I help you with?"

"Is there a man named Leon here?" Ada replied.

"Yes, he's my fiance." The woman wanted to make that clear. "Why?"

"May I speak to him?" Ada asked. The woman called for the man, and within seconds, Leon had opened the door and now stared at Ada. His eyes held questionable hurt, yet they carried a joy that she'd never seen before.

"Ada?" He asked, slightly surprised.

"You two know each other?" His fiance asked.

"You could say that." Ada smiled. "Do you have a moment, or would tomorrow be better?"

"Never Ada_" "It's serious." Ada cut in.

"I think I should know." His finace turned to him. "What is this about, does this have something to do with the C.I.A?"

"Camille, I can't tell you that."

"But you can discuss it with her?" Camille asked accusingly.

"Here." Ada took a slip of paper from his pocket. "Be at this place by twelve noon tomorrow, alone. If you're not there, then this will be the last time you see me."

With that, the femme fatal turned on her heel and walked away. She heard the couple arguing but she didn't have time to clear up suspicious. Like always, she had a mission, and missions had their deadlines.

Jill had ignored Chris, stating that she was a grown woman.

She ventured into Albert's cell cautiously, but let her walls down when she saw a man sitting in a corner, reading a book over Biochemistry while eating a donut.

It took him a while to notice her, as she cautiously made her way closer to him, but as he looked up, a smile made its way to his face.

"Albert?" She asked.

"Funny, you're one of the only ones who hasn't addressed me as Wesker, may I ask your name?" He responded.

"Jill, Jill Valentine." She replied in shock.

"What a beautiful name." He coughed a bit before getting back to his reading.

Oddly, Jill felt comfortable.

There was something different about him, and Jill liked it. He wasn't evil, or rude, he was very polite.

"Are you thirsty?" She asked, causing him to look up from his book.

"Actually, I am...I haven't had a drink in two days."

Jill smiled. "I can get one for you then."

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