~ Revenge is Always Spoken in Action

Authors Note- Edited 08AUG2018 (because grammar reasons and because it was time)

Jill yawned as she picked off the sticky note on the fridge, after getting home from a long day at the her precinct headquarters. She quietly read the fluorescent colored paper to herself.

Don't forget, 8:00 pm my house :)

She smiled to herself.

The note was from none other than her boyfriend Chris Redfield. They had been a couple for a total of 10 months and still going strong. She set the note onto the table and pushed the blonde locks of hair away from her face. It has been a full year since she had been saved, back in Africa. Other than the occasional nightmare, she had been emotionally healing very well according to her therapist. She had suggested that taking what had happened to her and using it as a motive to prevent any of that ever happening again would help her further healing. Jill agreed.

Chris had planned out a special dinner, which was made completely by him, for a romantic date. Surprisingly Chris was a rather a good cook. The evening was to replace the terrible memories with more positive and happy ones. She certainly didn't want to be alone on this horrifying anniversary of the day the world was so close of destruction.

Jill kicked off her shoes and walked up to her answering machine by the door of her apartment, noticing that a new message had been saved. The number one blinking in red on the screen. Her index finger lightly pressed the button to hear the message, hopefully it wasn't some person trying to sell something to her. she had tried to prevent her name from getting on those lists. There was a long pause followed by static then a slight breathing noise and then the message ended. Jill assumed that someone had just not noticed that their phone was not hung up. She had done this many times to people without even noticing. One time she ended up having a private talk with Chris when that one of her old squad members Barry Burton had heard the whole conversation. All he could do was laugh the next day when you saw him while her face was bright red.

Jill shrugged her shoulders and walked down the hall of her apartment and into the small bathroom. Turning the knob on the shower. As she waited for the water to warm up, she began to undress. She took a glance into the mirror seeing her tired eyes. Okay, maybe she did need to call out of work for tomorrow, just to have a day to sleep in. Her hand opened the glass door to the shower getting in and closing the door behind her. As her body entered, water cascaded down her back. This was most enjoyable and her body instantly felt more relaxed. It rained down, never ending and the sound very soothing. She got to work getting her hair shampooed and lathering it with a huge amount of conditioner after. Jill then poured the body wash in her hands rubbing them together, creating more bubbles and massaged it into her skin. She sighed. She grabbed the disposable razor from the built-in shelf and moved it across each leg, making sure she didn't miss a spot. As she got close to her ankle she accidentally nicked herself. A streak of red streamed down mixing with the water. I wasn't a serious cut but as she watched it started to remind her of memories.

Her mind slipped into a daydream of the first time she had experienced the horror of it all, which all started at the Arklay Mountains. The way she had seen Joseph get torn apart by cybrus, found Forest dead on the gates, with his eyes gauged out, or seeing Richard sacrificing his life for her. It all was the deadly reality she had wished to be only a dream. Not only did the incident kill almost all the S.T.A.R.S team, but when they had got back to the police station no one had believed them, and Chief Irons firing them as well. All the evidence was destroyed from the self-destruction. It was one of the biggest cover-ups in history. She silently prayed for the hope that one day all the terror would cease. The BSAA had been busy closing most of the cases, none of which had to do with any pharmaceutical companies but just single individuals selling the viruses on the black market. Soon they will see this nightmare of bio terrorism to be only in the past and out of the world's future. Hopefully the world can go back to its shitty self, worrying about sexting, getting shot in Philadelphia near a McDonalds or the Tiger Woods scandal (except for the reason that he was killed, and devoured by his ex wife).

"Can't a girl dream."

She spoke to herself turning the handle to the shower to the right, having the water eventually cease. Opening the door to the cool air, her feet met onto the powder blue rug. She grabbed two folded towels, quickly wrapping it around her body and around her hair, walking out of the bathroom and across the carpeted hallway into the adjacent room. Her fingers flicked the light switch illuminating the room. The room was small but cozy. Just plain simple furniture and a full-sized bed against the wall. She had a tapestry of a beach hanging on her wall which seemed to relax her after a stressful day, which ended up being most days. Jill sighed when she opened her closet door trying to find a suitable outfit for tonight's little celebration. Playing enie meanie miney moe probably wasn't the best decision to choose from, so she settled on Chris's favorite color and went from there. A red dress was singled out, as if a camera focused on it. Jill was sure that he never saw her in it, so that helped with the surprise. The decision was made and she began to prepare. So far, her evening was going perfectly, for now.