Resident Evil: Ghosts from the Past

Chapter One

Leon's face glowed in the light of his computer monitor; his eyes were glued to the screen as he read the news article.

Albert Wesker, a former Umbrella researcher and one of the top contributors to some of the Bioterrorism seen today, was killed by four BSAA agents: Chris Redfield, Sheva Alomar, Josh Stone, and…

Leon's head snapped up as he heard a stack of papers drop onto his desk with a loud smack. He stared at the file and narrowed his eyes; looking up he saw Hunnigan.

"Hope you don't have any plans for the next few months or so," She smirked; they both knew that no one in the agency had a life outside of work.

"Very funny," Leon opened the manila folder, his eyes landing on the picture that was just inside, he paused, "Are you sure this is the correct file?"

Hunnigan raised an eyebrow, "Of course, why? Is there something wrong?"

"No, no… Everything's fine…" Leon stared barely glanced up from the picture.

It was of a man; that much Hunnigan could tell from looking at the file upside down. She sighed, turning quickly, leaving Leon to his work. He stared at the picture, it couldn't be possible, there was no way it was possible. Leon turned the page to see another picture, this time of a woman, only the last time he had seen her she didn't have long blonde hair and was supposed to be dead.

Leon smirked, "Should've known…"

Jill felt as if she was waking up from a fog, a loud consistent beep drew her out from the comfort of sleep. She wanted the sound to stop, it was too annoying, she wanted to be asleep for just a little bit longer but the sound and smell of antiseptic kept her from doing so. Jill opened her eyes to bright white lights and a doctor standing over her, a metal clipboard in hand.

Looking down at herself she saw that she was, in fact, in a hospital bed covered in blankets; several twisted tubes connected to her arm at an uncomfortable angle. She reached over, wanting to rip them out only to have the doctor stop her.

"So you're awake," He commented, his pen scratching on the paper.

Her hand was in mid air, unmoving, "Where's Chris?" She croaked; her throat was unusually dry and scratchy.

"Your friend? He's in another room. He's not been allowed to leave the hospital yet."

"I need to see him," Jill attempted to sit up only to be pushed back down by the doctor.

"You're not allowed to leave yet either."

Chris sat on the edge of the bed; he stared impatiently at the nurse who was checking his blood pressure. Her first attempt at this failed when she realized that the strap wouldn't fit around his arm, he found it amusing until he realized that he would have to wait longer until he could see Jill.

They had kept the two separate since they had gotten back. In fact no one had been allowed to make contact with each other. Chris had no idea where Sheva or Josh were, all he knew was that once he was done with his checkup for the third day in a row, he would be able to leave. But he had made one thing clear to everyone that worked there; he wasn't leaving without Jill, even if it meant staying for an extra couple of days.

"Hon, I need you to hold still," Even though she had found a larger strap, the nurse still had to wrestle with the stupid thing to get it around his arm.

"After this I can go right?"

"Like I said before, you might be able to go," The nurse replied, giving one final tug.

"Why am I not allowed to see him?" Jill argued, her eyes narrowing into slits.

The doctor sighed, "You two have been quarantined for the time being. We're making sure you have no traces of the virus left in your system. So far so good for all of you."