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For a long time, all Jill saw was darkness. All she felt was pain and confusion. She didn’t know what was scary to her. What was going on? She tried to remember what had happened, but it was hard. Visions of her and Chris fighting together came to her. Visions of the two of them fighting Wesker.
Visions of her sacrificing herself for Chris.
But maybe that was all just a nightmare.
She had so many nightmares after the mansion incident and even more after Raccoon City. She couldn’t count the number of nights she had woken up in cold sweat after dreaming that the Nemesis was still after her. After dreaming of the chilling way he had said “STARS.” After dreaming of her coworkers and friends getting killed.
Sometimes in her dreams, her friends who survived wouldn’t make it either. She dreamed of Chris, Carlos, Rebecca, and Barry dying over and over again. Those were worse than the dreams when she died.
Please let this be yet another one of those dreams. The one good thing about the dreams was she would wake up and they would be over. At least over besides in her memory.
But this time whenever she woke up, nothing changed. At least not at first. At first she had been… experimented on. That had to be a nightmare. She had those before too. After all she had read documents of what Umbrella had done to people.
She had been terrified that could happen to her or the people she loved. She knew how much pain those people had gone through.
It couldn’t be happening to her. It couldn’t. She just refused to accept it.
But when she woke up in a cell, it got harder to believe that this was all just a nightmare, especially when her memories became clearer by the day. But part of it made no sense. She should be dead.
Why wasn’t she dead?
Eventually things became clearer every day, but Jill didn’t feel better about any of this. She wanted to believe that she had just been kidnapped, if kidnapping could ever be described by the word “just” but she saw scars on her that hadn’t been there. Scars that had to have come from blood draws and being injected with things.
Her nightmares had come true.
This was worse than anything.
But the marks didn’t leave even though she hoped that they would. Nothing changed. Nothing.
Where was she? What was really going on?
Eventually someone finally came near her cell. It was a woman who looked familiar but she couldn’t place where she had seen her before. She had dark hair and eyes and tanned skin and curves that many women would dream of. Jill should know who she was. Who was she?
“What’s going on?” Jill asked. “Tell me what is going on?!”
The woman just starred at her with a smirk. This wasn’t the situation that Jill was used to being in. She was used to being the one who saved people. She had sacrificed herself to save Chris.
But yet here she was.
Still breathing. Still breathing, even though even now she knew that it would be better if she wasn’t.
What had happened to her? What was going on?
“Where am I?” Jill asked in a gasp. “Where am I?”
Maybe just maybe if she knew where she was, some of this would make sense. Maybe, just maybe, then she would be able to find a way out of this nightmare.
Maybe.
At least Jill hoped.
But then the woman laughed at her.
“You better—” Jill tried to say. She wanted to sound strong. She wanted to sound like she always did. She was the one of the people who had caused the end of Umbrella. She was a survivor. She was a fighter.
She’d always be a fighter.
Right?
“You don’t need to worry about that, Valentine,” she said. “You don’t need to worry about any of that now. You’re not getting out of here. It’s over for you. You’re staying here.” She laughed again. “At least as long as he wants you to be alive.”
Jill didn’t even need her to tell her who he was. Wesker. He was supposed to be dead, but that had happened before.
And she was supposed to be dead.
If she was still breathing, then he would be too.
“It doesn’t matter where you are,” she said. “None of it matters anymore.”
Part of Jill wanted to say and do so much. She wanted to get out. She wanted to fight like she always had. She just didn’t want to do nothing.
She had to do something.
She had to.
But right now it felt as if there was nothing she could do.
And she didn’t even know where she was.