I walked into the S.T.A.R.S building, ready for my first day of work. Some old friends of mine were working there, so I thought, why not surprise 'em? I need a job anyway, and being part of something like the cops has always been a dream of mine. A man was right in front of me, with arms out like he was being pushed against a wall. Chris!

"Mary!" He locked me in a death grip of DOOOOOOOOOOOM and carried me to the next room.

"Guys, look who crawled in and got herself a job here!" He didn't realize I couldn't breathe, so I squirmed away. Soon, almost everyone had talked to me…except the person I wanted to see the most. I looked throughout the building, and I found Wesker instead.

"What do you want, Harrison?" He asked when I ran into him, literally.

"Ummm…..by any chance, have you seen someone named Jamy Catalyst, sir?"I asked impatiently. He looked down at me.

"Why do you want to know?" He asked me. I shrugged.

"Oh, just curious," I said to answer his question. I quickly and quietly added, "She's also an old friend, in a way…." He heard this, and looked at me.

"Who knows, "He said after a minute of thought. I nodded and went into the restroom and looked in a mirror. My waist length dirty blonde hair hung loosely in a braid, meaning I was depressed. Why, you ask? Well….everyone in my family-except my sister Mani and I-worked for a company named Umbrella, and died because of some freak accident. I felt so depressed about this; I wanted to make sure this kind of stuff wouldn't happen to others, so they wouldn't feel my pain. My sister, however, worked as a teacher before the accident, and still does. I also drew and sold art for extra money, just to be safe. Jamy….where are you? I need to talk with you! I don't care if you don't know me! I walked out of the bathroom and talked to Jill. It was good to talk to my old friends; it relieved my mind, so I pulled my hair out of the braid. With friends, I can make the best of being only fourteen and an orphan with only her twenty-one-year-old sister.