I decided to give this story a proper prologue since I got some good reception and I don't want this story to be crap. Thanks to everyone who reviewed and alerted and put this story on their favorites etc.

I didn't have a disclaimer last time so I'll add one now: I own nothing from Resident Evil. No characters or affiliates but I do own this plot.

-prologue-

March 5, 2009

It was dawn when Chris Redfield and Jill Valentine arrived in the small village of Kijuju where they would meet with their third team mate from the BSAA's African branch. The sun rose and touched everything from earth to huts and vehicles and tinted it all a pinkish-orange that made the atmosphere surreal. The AC in the jeep had stopped working miles back and both occupants were covered in an uncomfortable sheen of sweat though neither of them complained. When the jeep's engine cut after they reached their destination and removed the keys it made a great wheezing sound and a thin line of smoke came from it. It wouldn't run again.

Chris got out of the keep and observed the village while Jill configured their equipment. He helped her from the keep when she was done and the two wandered into the slowly awakening village - it was rundown and dirty and didn't look promising, nine of the villagers they past looking friendly and Jill stuck close to Chris while strange eyes watched the two with frightening vigor.

When they reached a large gate covered in barbed wire and heavily guarded by mean looking men with machine guns they were approached by a woman who had previously been in a heated conversation with a snarling man.

"Hello," she greeted them in surprising fluent English though her accent was strong, "you must be the BSAA agents sent here to investigate the black market." She was pleasant in both looks and manner and Chris was glad not all of the villagers were shady.

"Yeah that's us. I'm Chris Redfield and this is my partner Jill Valentine." Chris said. Jill gave a small nod and quietly observed the staring villagers.

"I'm Sheva Alomar. I'll be your partner throughout this investigation. Delta team, BSAA African branch." She held out her hand and Chris gently shook it; she then looked to Jill who was watched a man looking on holding a large and bloodied machete with sharp eyes. "They're just curious right now, not a threat." Sheva told her and Jill looked away to shake Sheva's hand politely but did not stop watching the man despite Sheva's words.

Sheva led them through the gate and into another section of the village and all the whole briefing them on the mission as HQ had informed her. Jill hung behind Chris and Sheva a slight fraction because she was growing suspicious of the staring locals. Something didn't feel right about them.

"Your partner doesn't talk much," Sheva noted to Chris who glanced back at Jill.

"She's cautious," he replied and his eyes began to roam the area. Derelict was the only word he would use to describe it and there was no evidence of foul play aside from the strange locals and a few slaughtered animals. An odd feeling welled in his chest; why would his sister be here of all places. No sense could be made of it. When he'd received the Intel he had been shocked if not suspended in disbelief at how she could have ended up in a completely different continent to the one he'd…lost her in. He knew it was foolhardy to think he was dead set on finding her. But he wouldn't give up chasing the lead - it was the reason he'd specifically requested the mission in Kijuju. And so far there seemed to be no evidence to suggest there was a black market of any kind, despite the suspicious locals.

"Where did they all go?" Jill's voice penetrated his mind. He and Sheva turned to find Jill's confused eyes searching the village; every one of the villagers had disappeared.

"I don't know…" Sheva replied warily. The three looked at each other and Sheva began to speak again when an air raid siren suddenly shattered the uncomfortable silence.