Resident Evil: Oblivion

Decades Past

Somehow knowing Jake was my little brother made me feel not so alone. I warmed up to him faster in the short walk we took than I had since I was first kidnapped. I noted how similar he reminded me of my dad, or else, what I could remember him looking like. Aunt Jill had a picture of my dad in a S.T.A.R.S uniform back when he was younger with burnette hair and blue eyes.

At first it was shocking to see my dad without sunglasses. And to see how young he looked. He still looked like a hard ass, but he wasnt hardened with rage. This was a time when Albert Wesker just thought Chris Redfield was an annoying fly. This was a time when everyone respected my father. I dont know why Jill kept the picture, but she gave it to me for my 13th birthday and I had stuck it in a silver picture frame and stuck it on my bedside table. My hands ached to run my fingers down the pane of picture frame again.

Pictures had always been my favorite presents. I had one of Leon and Claire, one of Alice and Carlos, one of Jill and Chris, several of me and my past friends (however few of them there were), a couple pictures of my mom, and just the one photo of my dad with the rest of his ex S.T.A.R.S team. I wish I had my Polaroid so that I could take a picture of Jake and properly add him to my collection of family.

Jake squeezes my hand as we walk through the entrance to the city. Everything was in ruins. Buildings were burned and crumbled. Some couldn't even be called buildings anymore. Dirt and weeds were everywhere. Trees were even growing through the cracked pavement. I was surprised anything could grow at all with the state this place was in.

I walked close to him, feeding off of his calmness. It was difficult for me not to let everything knaw at my insides. My stomach twisted when the scenery got familiar. We were standing in the same street as in my dream where Leon and I were running to each other, but would never touch.

Sebastian was quiet behind me for most of the trip, but I could feel his glare on my back. His presence here was making me more uncomfortable than scared at this point. I glanced behind me when I heard him tapping on his cell phone. That earned me yet another glare as he darkens the screen and stows his phone.

"Just a little further," Carla says from beside Jake. "They should be waiting for us."

"They are," Sebastian responds. "Andie just messaged me about it."

Carla nods and we continue another block until we are at the front steps of what looked like it used to be a court house. All that was left was broken bricks, the foundation, and one half of a pillar. It was badly burned and looked incredibly unstable. "We wait here," she announced.

Jake and I sit on what was left of the steps a ways away from Sebastian and Carla. I lean into his side and sigh, attempting to forget all the tension in my jaw and shoulders. Jake asks me what it was like growing up. He wanted to know about living with my dad, and how it was living with Leon. He was curious about Ada and impressed by Krauser.

I'm not gonna lie; when I found out that Leon had killed Jack, I had been heart broken. Harvey had reminded me of Jack, and I guess that's why I kept going to training like a good little girl. I wanted to make my friend proud.

I understood why Leon had had to do it. Jack stood for all the wrong things. The things my dad planted into his head. I had found out too, that Ada had been involved and she had nearly died. Leon never told me everything, only what he could tell me.

Something Sebastian had said about his father and Leon sprung to my memory. I had been too irate to dwell on it earlier. I knew Leon had killed people in Spain. He had been very guarded about it when he returned and picked me up from Alice's apartment. I believe he had mentioned the name Saddler and that was Sebastiand last name.