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Resident Evil - Liberation Fanfic

Hi! First time publishing my work from AO3 here. Disclaimer: English is not my first language and I have no one that could proof read. :-) It's the first part of my fanfic that I published years ago. Enjoy!

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Resident Evil - Liberation

Prologue

Autumn 2013

The Arklay Mountains - the last remains of Raccoon City or rather the last thing that reminded you of the wiped-out city. For the two BSAA agents Chris Redfield and Jill Valentine it was a strange feeling to be back at the place where bioterrorism originated. Before their eyes they could still see the old villa in Raccoon Forest, whose memory would haunt them forever. "Jill, we should keep moving," Chris suggested. His partner, however, was still looking at the crater where a town stood a few years ago. She had barely made it out of the city then and can hardly believe her luck until today. Who could escape from a B.O.W. that was especially fixated on S.T.A.R.S members? "I...", she began to speak, but she was missing the words. Fifteen years just wasn't enough or did her incarceration make the subject of Raccoon City worse? "I'm sorry, I still can't believe we lived there back then... in that crater."

"Hardly likely in that crater," he tried to lighten the mood with humor. "But yes, it's crazy." Chris sighed. He could understand her. Jill was literally going through hell while he was on 'vacation' in Europe. "Hey..." He put his hand on her shoulder while she was still looking at the crater. "We really should move on and not let the past stop us, huh?" Jill turned her head slightly in his direction. "You're right. We need to check a dead, completely destroyed environment to see if there are any infected people walking around." She shook her head in disbelief. "I'm going to assume that no infected person has survived, if you can even speak of surviving." She pointed to the crater and looked at Chris with a raised eyebrow. "Don't look at me like that. They just don't want to burden you completely yet," he replied. "Chris, I've been back on the job for a year. They must be beginning to realise that I'm resilient." Jill followed her partner, who decided to move on. While she watched the surroundings. You could reasonably see that nature was trying to recover from the bomb. "Shh," he whispered to her and took cover. She did so immediately and hid behind a big fallen tree trunk together with him. He pointed a little further away at a figure limping around. "Impossible," she breathed. When she tried to get up carefully, he pulled her down again. "I think we should stay under cover. I have a bad feeling about that joker over there." Not a second later, the two agents saw the Horde following the single figure. "No..." she shook her head in bewilderment. You gotta be kidding me. How did the infected get into the Arklay Mountains? The bomb was supposed to get everyone. "Okay...we should approach slowly and maybe throw a grenade into the mass," Jill suggested, but then she noticed a follow-up problem. "We don't know if there are more."

"Right. I suspect there are more of those things lurking around the bay." He put on a thoughtful face. "There's a huge stone over there. Maybe we can get a better view there," he suggested this time, whereupon his partner nodded. On his signal they ran for cover to the stone. "A house?", Chris asked in surprise after he had gained an overview. Suddenly, a zombie appeared behind Jill and grabbed her. He quickly pulled out his knife with the ulterior motive of not making any noise and rammed it into the infected person's head. "Probably lost his way," he said as he pulled the knife out of the infected man's head. A startled thank you from Jill followed. "Oh...bloody hell. It's getting more and more. We can't deal with them alone," Chris cursed. He closed his eyes to find possible solutions.

"Shall we go back?" Jill asked quietly.

" Good idea, but it's getting dark soon and we actually have to go to the meeting place with the Alpha team."

"You're not seriously thinking about going into that house. It screams "Villa à la Infected." She looked over the edge of the stone and watched the infected. There were just more zombies forming a huge horde. They wouldn't make it to the house unnoticed. They'd rather be dinner for those monsters.

"The only possibility. We'll go to the dogs out here after dark. My plan: I throw a grenade near the horde, but so far that it must move away. That gives us time to run to the house. Agreed?"

"Okay." Jill pondered for a moment. What if that moment was the last one with Chris? Should she confess her feelings to him? Of course, that was an absurd thought in such a situation, but since she had escaped from Wesker's captivity, she thought differently. "Chris, there's something I have to tell you," she began to stutter slightly.

"Jill, tell me when we get to that house over there." At that very moment he threw the grenade, which ignited a few seconds later. "Go!" he shouted during the explosion that attracted the zombies. Jill, on the other hand, stayed behind the stone for cover. "What are you doing? What are you doing? Come on!" She sat there petrified. Angrily he pulled her with him towards the house and into the house. "Jill...Jill." He shook her out of her trance with an angry expression. Perplexed, she shook her head. "That's why you should only go on this mission," he hissed in horror at her approach. She didn't even draw her gun to secure the house. Instead, Chris had to do it, nodding to assure her that the house was safe. "Damn it, Jill. What the fuck was that?" He was no longer angry, but worried. Something was bothering his partner.

"I... don't know," she replied embarrassed.

"Why didn't you pull your gun? Why did you stay behind the rock?"

"It was all... it was all so fast... and..."

"Jill!" Chris became louder because he was convinced that they were alone. "Damn it! Stop stammering to make up an excuse!" He knew his colleague too well for that. She stared at Chris with an open mouth.

"Chris, I'm sorry," she apologized. What kind of idiot does that, she thought, and looked at him embarrassed.

"What's gotten into you?" Chris' expression didn't change a bit.

"I don't know!" she drove nervously through her hair, obviously embarrassed. Things were going pretty well for them at first.

"How do you not know? You sound just like Jessica!" What did he just say? Did he really just compare her to that traitor? She countered, "How dare you compare me to this traitor?"

"No... oh, boy... Jill." For a brief moment he turned around for a deep breath of air. Not knowing what to say, he suddenly changed the subject. "You try to contact the BSAA, I'll see if we're safe here for the night," he sighed and left. Not only did he leave the problem there, but so did Jill, who couldn't cope with his reaction.

"Oh God. You really want to close your eyes with the situation out there? Wow..." Jill shook her head in bewilderment. Chris came back just a moment later to face her with his arms crossed in front of her chest. "At least I'm not going out there in the dark. They have an advantage that puts us at a disadvantage." Good point. Still, it made her feel uncomfortable. What if the monsters out there realized that they were in the house? That would be a death sentence for Chris and Jill. "Now, may I barricade the windows and doors? Thanks." He rolled his eyes in annoyance and went to work. Meanwhile, Jill contacted the BSAA.

"Parker, we have a problem," she started talking to her old colleague Parker Luciani.

"I know that. Alpha team has not confirmed your arrival. What happened?" he asked with his usual Italian accent.

"We encountered a horde. Distracted them with a grenade. We don't know if it will last long, though."

"What? I thought it was just a joke about the infected. I didn't think the satellite image would confirm the suspicion. Are you all right? Is anyone hurt?"

"Yes, we're housed in an old wooden shack. Located in a bay in the middle of the Arklay Mountains."

"Jill...ca...u...ple...rep." Reception got worse and worse. The former S.T.A.R.S. member fiddled with her radio.

"Parker?"

"Where r...u...-" You were cut off. "Shit!" Jill accidentally cursed out loud. Carefully she looked out the window to make sure that no infected person out there had noticed anything. For a moment she closed her eyes to think. "Chris." After a moment of calm, she went back to search for her partner. When she found him, she looked at him with a questioning look. He was rummaging through the cupboards in the kitchen. If you could even call it a kitchen. She had come down, there was rotten food on the table and the smell was unbearable. "What is it?" he asked and continued his investigation. "I need your radio. Mine seems to be broken." She crossed her arms in front of her chest. Why wouldn't he look at her? Of course, she had made a big mess earlier, but punishing her with such behaviour was not nice. "What are you doing? It's just a run-down old wooden shack."

"In the middle of a mountain." He stopped rummaging through the cupboards for a moment and looked at his partner. "What does this tell us?" he sighed.

"That we should stop searching this shithole? "Not that we're gonna attract those things out there."

"The barricade is up. Let them come."

"You're not serious, Chris. That old thing will never stand up to a mob."

"Hm." He turned away from his partner again. To be honest, he didn't feel like talking to Jill anymore, because she didn't seem to be herself anymore. "What huh?" she went and took a few steps closer. "Here take this... shit, I lost my radio." Chris searched his pockets again and did not find it. "If we go out there now, we are the found dinner. Give me yours, I'll check it out." A few minutes later he had also found the problem. Apparently, there was a signal that disrupted communications. "Your radio is not broken. Something's interfering with the communication. Come on, let's check for a possible source of interference." The two-member team left the kitchen and looked at the other rooms. For a house that looked so small on the outside, it was quite big on the inside. They were in the study when they heard a clattering noise in the entrance area. They both looked at each other at the same moment and drew their weapons. Carefully Chris looked around the corner and gave his partner a signal that they could go on. Soon they were able to locate the cause of the problem. A zombie had broken the window and tried to get into the house. However, he impaled himself on the remaining glass. The BSAA agent slowly approached the infected person and killed him with his knife. He then carefully checked to see if any of the Horde had followed the infected man. Terribly, other zombies had indeed followed the zombie. As quietly as possible, he returned to his partner, who gave him cover from the hallway. "And?" she whispered. "Four infected are still outside the house. We should avoid noise as much as possible. I have no idea if these are normal infected or modified." He pushed his partner back into the study to continue her investigations. Quietly he closed the door behind him and turned his flashlight on again. Of course, they could have switched on the room light, but they didn't know if that would cause an additional source of noise.

"Chris, here's surveillance footage of us." She showed her colleague the photos she had found in a drawer of the desk. "This is before Africa." He looked at Jill in disbelief, almost embarrassed, because one of the pictures showed him drunk in a bar at the time. Most likely shortly after Jill was declared dead. "And that's..." He stopped. He was actually being shadowed at the time without him knowing it. This picture just went too far. Incredible, he thought and shook his head in horror. This is a picture of him at Jill's funeral. He then hugged his sister Claire, who wiped the tears from his face. "Chris... I didn't know that..." She too paused. Words failed her. She had already heard from Barry that Chris was in a pretty bad way, but it was hard for her to realize that now. He was usually the confident, controlled BSAA agent. But in this picture he was anything but controlled or confident. A few seconds later, pictures of Jill came up, "Is that you and Wesker?" He stared at her in shock. In the picture, his partner was wearing a tight red dress. Her former captain put his hand around her waist and grinned mischievously into the camera. "Chris," she began, but her partner turned away from her once more. "By then he had already drugged me. "It's not my fault I'm there in his arms." Not again, she thought and sighed softly. They had already chewed over the subject several times. Chris never got over the idea that Wesker was still influencing her. "Chris...," she sighed again, but the brown-haired BSAA agent searched the bookshelf instead of listening to his partner. She walked toward him and put her hand on his shoulder. "I swear to you I never did anything for Wesker voluntarily."

"Then tell me exactly what he did to you. If you don't tell the BSAA already."

"Chris... I can't." She hated herself for saying that, but she still couldn't talk about it. What Albert Wesker had done to her then was just too deep in her and couldn't get out. Thanks to him, she had nightmares every day and lived through this time over and over again in her mind. "It's been four years, Jill." He turned to her and looked at her sadly. Yes, it was an asshole move, but he couldn't stand that excuse for long. At that time, he still understood. Who would question a freshly traumatized person about the event? Of course, the BSAA, but Chris had campaigned after Africa for the BSAA to leave Jill alone for now. Later on there were interviews, but they understood that Jill did not want to talk explicitly about the events.

"Yes, four years. Can you talk about the time I disappeared?"

"Jill...not that way." he admonished her with a threatening undertone.

"Why? "I'm just asking you about your past... now you know how it feels. You have to feel ready to talk about it." She crossed her arms in front of his chest and looked at him disappointed. "I know you mean well, but please be patient. Maybe one day I can talk about it, but not here and now. Raccoon City... and... this... is just too much. Please understand that," she asked him and relaxed her attitude again. "Now let's keep looking for suspicious things," she smiled sadly. Chris nodded and then continued his search discontentedly. He would so much like to help Jill get over the troubling memories, but even after four years she was still not willing to talk about what happened with him. He just wanted to have his old partner back, but in reality, this was not possible anymore. Wesker had done so much damage to her that could not be repaired.

"So? What do you think happened here?" Chris asked to ease the tense mood.

"I have no idea. Judging by the kitchen, there hasn't been anybody here for a long time. And to be honest, I have a bad feeling about this room. It looks very familiar," she said. She really had the feeling that she knew this room as if she had been in it before.

"Umbrella?"

"Yes," she pursed her lips and thought. If she was already in the room, it must have been before she was freed. That means there must be a laboratory here. "Search for switches. Try the bookcase. Take a good look at the titles. If one doesn't fit, it should be a secret lever. I'm looking at the other shelf." No sooner said than done. Jill searched the books, and no title caught her attention. Was she wrong in her hunch, because Chris hadn't found anything either. Sighing, the brown-haired agent looked at the room again. Something had escaped her notice. Every secret entrance to an Umbrella lab had a specific feature that had to be noticed. Her gaze wandered to the bust on the desk she had previously searched. If it wasn't the bookshelves, it was definitely the bust.

"Jill?"

"In a moment," she said quietly, ignoring Chris' questioning gaze. She carefully examined the bust. It wasn't long before she found a switch that revealed a secret passage in the wall. She looked again at her partner, who gave her an impressed look. Now the question arose whether they should explore the passage or rather find the source of the interference signal. "Now what?"

"We should-" he began to speak but was interrupted by a dull thud. It didn't take them long to figure out what it was. Apparently the infected had found a way in and were now looking for a snack. Quickly they looked for an object, which they placed as quietly as possible in front of the door. It was only for safety, to protect themselves from further attacks. "Well, I guess we'll have no choice but to explore the passage," he sighed and pursed his lips. What would she expect in the darkness?

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