Resident Tale

Chapter 1: What Am I

Umbrella.

An organization that deals in Bio-organic weaponry. B.O.Ws. I use to work for them along with my sister. But dug deeper and found the truth, they were creating a virus, a deadly one.

The Generation virus, G-Virus some people like to call it. I didn't like it, but my sister likes to remind me every time I want to leave. 'No one leaves Umbrella, not alive, anyway.' so I was stuck and chained to my job. But the pays good, I deal with it, knowing that your employer has a short leash on you.

It gets annoying, but then one day, everything changed. I was given a mission to go in, retrieve the sample, and get out, that was six months ago. But something went wrong. Doc Birkin was expecting me, sedated me. Lock me up and... did something to me.

I was his little guinea pig. The little lab rat he experimented on, but the Virus didn't just infect me... it bonded to me. To my cells, blood, muscles, nervous system. It changes me. But not physically. Mentally, emotionally. And all I can remember is a blinding white light, then everything went dark.

I just wish they already killed me, being dead is a lot better than being a puppet to be used.

But then again, I wouldn't have met the man that later became my husband.

~8~8~8~

~Hidden Lab under Raccoon City,

September 1998,

An hour after Zombie outbreak~

In a secured chamber room a woman in a short medicine shawl, long black hair, tan skin, and a curvy body. She groans as the building shakes. Pulling her hand to her forehead and flutters her neon green eyes open, taking in her surroundings and found herself still in her so-called room.

She removes her hand and slowly pushes herself up. Then off of the operating table and stood on her two strong legs. She pants and slowly walks to the window and looks out of it. "What the hell?" she mutters, seeing shattered virus containers on the ground and a still fresh blood trail leading out of the lab

That blood is still fresh and so are the rats that have just drunk the virus, by... an hour. Shit! I have to get out of here.

She bounds her fist onto the glass window. "Hello? Can anyone hear me?" she calls out, then heard a beat, she looks over at the slot pod and saw it opens with her belongings inside. She arched her brow and walks over to the pod.

Stood in front and slowly moves her hands in and pulls out her clothing. She walks over to the table, changes out of her medicine dress, and dresses back into her agent's clothing.

(Her short dress is just like Ada's, but she wears long black tights with ankle straps toe open heels, with biker gloves and two upper forearm wraps.)