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thaissa1918 · 1 year ago

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Here is Santini. He tried drowning me in the Hudson river #FBI with his #corrupt #weehawkin #cops #police Let's get to it. My landlord pulled a gun on me for the umpteenth time and the #clifton #NewJersey 3police #refused responding to the incident. My Indian landlord said "I will solve my legal entanglements you by killing you, Jill!" When the #CliftonPolice refused responding as always, I said "THAT IS IT I AM OUT OF THIS USA COPIUNTRY I CAN'T EVEN GET MYSELF A LITTLE POLICE PROTECTION WHEN SOME MAN IS POINTING A GUN AT MY HEAD." I guess that is the way M#MAYOR #ANZALDI whose family one can easily as I did, just find Anzaldi and his very #IGNOBLE #FAMILY #LOCOSANPOSTRA on top of any #NOBEL #ROYAL #SICILIANS.

Since @Weehawkin is well known for its mafia only recently did the town busts 118 La Cosa Nostra members and here is the news article on that. RETRO KIMMER'S BLOG: BRINGING DOWN THE MOB: FBI BUSTS 110 CRIME SUSPECTS! TEHRE RETRO KIMMER'S BLOG: BRINGING DOWN THE MOB: FBI BUSTS 110 CRIME SUSPECTS THERE IS LOTS MORE TO COME!! I JUST DID NOT WANT MY POST DELETED I HAVE SOME MAFIA HACKER DELETING AS A WRITE AND WHOM HAS BROKEN TWPO COMPUTERS THIS PAST WEEK,

Ok, well after my landlord pulled a gun to my head and the local police #DUNCES TOLD ME ON THE PHONE "WE AREN'T RES[OMDING MISS STARR." (FDBI IT WOULD BE NICE TO GET THAT RECORDING THE #CLIFDTONPOLICE HAVE ALONG WITH THE 50 POLICE REPORTS I FILED AGAINST MY LANDLORD BECAUSE WHEN I LEFT THAT APARTMENT IOA SKED FOR ALL MY POLICE REPORTS AND THE LOCAL #CLIFTONPOLICE TOLD MER "YOU NEVER FILED EVEN ONE JILL." (((PISSED OFF FURUIOSYLY A WALKED AWAY AND FILED A DEPARTMENT OF JUSTICE FEDERAL COMPLAINT AGAINST MOBSTER SANTINI FOR VIOLATING HATELAWS BEACUSE I HAVE A MEDICARE CARD AND I AM PERMANANTLY DISABLED ACCORDING TO THE FEDERAL GOVERNMENT@!

Isn't that a kick in your mobster ass(hole for brains) Santini??? It would not be any loss if someone pointed a gun at your head La Cosa Nostra "Santini," why? You don;t have any brains asshole!

Look, Weehawken mayor uses 'mob' tactics to intimidate cop, attorney says - nj.com Weehawken mayor uses 'mob' tactics to intimidate cop, attorney says

Isn;t that sad as it is ironic because Santini and this #proud #blackcop was in the boat claiming to their #corrupt #mobster #press #agents tried using their equivalent #moster #tactics on me while I was swimming for my dear across the #Hudson #River trying to escape them and get to the JFK airport and out of the country alive.

Lets' back up to the police in #clifton not taking the incident report. Immediately after that occurred, I received a telephone call from the efirst assistant prosecutor of the Superior court of Passaic County New Jersey USA. As #JeremyPaxman would say #IAMNOTIMPRESSED !

The first assistant Prosecutor told me "I am not going to prosecute the landlord for pulling the gun on you and threatening you, Jill." It !"was some women. I did not care if it was "Santa Claus."

I have a #college #degree in #American #criminal #law , I used to work for the #unitednations in #NYC as a #warcrimesinvestigator for #years and I was #NOTIMPRESSED myself! BUT O KNEW MORE THAN SOME CORRUPT MOBSTER IDIOT FIRST PRPSECUTOR BECAUSES IN THE #UNITEDNATIONS ONE HAS TO HAVE AT LEAST #TWENTRYYEARS OF #EXPEREINCE AND #EDUCATION IN #INTERNATIONAL #LAW #SANTINI YOU DUNCE SO WHAT DIDF i SAY TO THE WITCH? THIS AND PAY ATTNETION WEEHAWKIN #MOBSTER COPPERS AND YOU PROBABLY WILL LEARN SOMETHING YOU TOO #CLIFTON # COP #CREEPS BECAUSE #FBI I AM WILLING TO TESTIFY INANY COURT OF LAW AGAINST THESE MONSTER MOBSTERS BECAUSE THIS IS A CRIME AGAINST HUMAITY AND BECAUSE I AM JEWISH, THIS IS A CRIME OF GENOIDE AND THAT IS WORSE THAN MURDER SANTINI! THAT IS WHAT I [PUT ON MY INTERNATIONAL CRIMINAL COURT AFGAINST HARRY J SHORTWAY AND ISNT IT IRONIC NOW I HAVE FILED THE SAME COMPLAINT AGAINST YOU SANTINI AND THE BLACK COP WHO NEVER CALLED THE AMBNULANCE FOR ME AND JUST SAT THERE AN HOUR WHILE I WAS DYING. BEFORE I LEFT #CLIFTON I TOOK 70 PILLS BECAUSE I COMPLETELY GAVE UP BECAUSE WHEREVER I GO AND NO MATTER WHAT IS THE INCIDENT NO POLICE COME TO MY RESCUE. i WAS IN NEWARK NJ NOW.

BROAD STREET IS A ;LARGE WIFE STREET IOT HAS THE FEDERAL BUILDING OF THE USA AND THE FBI ONB IT. I RAMMED MY CAR INBTIO 8 POLICE CARS WHICH WERE ONLY FAKE MAFIA MEN! how did I know? I DID NOT STOP FOTR ANY OF THEM. I MADE IT CLEAR AS i APPOACHED EACH OF 15 POILICE CARS I SAID " I AM CIA, MOVE OVER OR ILL RUN YOU OVER!!!" THEIR CARS WEERE BLOCKING MY ESCAPE. I RAMMED INTO THEM UNTIL I MADE THEM MOVE OVER WITH OR WITHOUT ANYT COP IN THEM I DID NOT CARE IT IS A LIFE FOR A LIFE IN THE MAFIA RULES TOO. I KNOW "ALL ABOUT IT." HA HA HA ONE FAKE COP DARED NOT TO LISTEN TO ME. HE BNLOCKED MY CAR ON A ONE WAY STREET. I YELLED "MOPVE OVER YOUR MADIA ASS OR ILL RUN YOU OVER BREAINLESS *UCK>" HE REFUSED TO MOVE SO i POUT MY FOOT DOWN TO THE MEDEL AND HE JUMPED OUT OF MY HARMS WAY. BUT NOT ONE PUOLLED A GUN WHICH MADE ME KNOW THIS IS WAS A SAET-UP TO TAKE A HIT OUT ON ME AND KILL ME AND I HAD 16 POLICE CARS ON BROAD STREET CHASING ME AND NOT ONE PULLED A GUN AND THEY ALL SAID [PULL OVER AND [POINTED GUNS BUT THAT WAS IT AND THEN A MIRACLE HAPPANED, I H AVE NE ER DONT THIS MYSELF WITH DADDY AND MOMMY IN A CIA MISSION DURING THE CASTRO REGIME BUT THEY WERE DERIVING MAYBE LOL AS SOON AS THE SIGN SAID "WELCOME TO WEEHAWKIN NOT ONE COP POLICE CAR FOLLOWEDX ME THERY ALL STOPPED AT THE NEWWORK CITY LINE,

Putting Harry J Shortway (NJ USA Detective) In Jail (Read More)... COMPARATIVE ANALYSIS: WHEREBY MLADIC & KARADZIC TREATED ME WITH WEST MILFORD DETECTIVES HARRY SHORTWAY & PETER VAN GILST

12th December 2009, by Unknown

NJ Detective Harry Shortway Junior Dares Making A Run For Political Office in Vernon NJ Five vie for three Vernon seats (WARNING TO VOTERS)!! Over a decade ago I began trying to prosecute Harry J Shortway for setting me up to be killed in NJ and , The former Fort Dix, Inspector General, said to me: "Jill, Harry Shortway's affiliations with criminal organizations are much too powerful for me to take on at the state of NJ level; that I need the FBI to handle the scope of such an inquiry." I have proven that Chris Christie has lied about having organized criminal contacts during his hearing on "Capitol Hill." You can thank your Serbian friends for this Jill Starr

NJ Detective Harry Shortway Junior Dares Making A Run For Political Office in Vernon NJ

Five vie for three Vernon seats (WARNING TO VOTERS)!! Over a decade ago I began trying to prosecute Harry J Shortway for setting me up to be killed in NJ and , The former Fort Dix, Inspector General, said to me: "Jill, Harry Shortway's affiliations with criminal organizations are much too powerful for me to take on at the state of NJ level; that I need the FBI to handle the scope of such an inquiry." I have proven that Chris Christie has lied about having organized criminal contacts during his hearing on "Capitol Hill." You can thank your Serbian friends for this Jill Starr

http://www.instablogsimages.com/images/2009/10/29/shortwaybadcop_KJreZ_21672_200x150.jpg

COMPARATIVE ANALYSIS: WHEREBY MLADIC & KARADZIC TREATED ME WITH WEST MILFORD DETECTIVES HARRY SHORTWAY & PETER VAN GILST Wednesday, April 15, 2009 12:07 PM 9/19/2009 http://www.eubusiness.com/Members/lpcyu/nj-detective-harry-shortway-junior-dares-making-a-run-for-political-office-in-vernon-nj-five-vie-for-three-vernon-seats-warning-to-voters It is an extremely important legal case I am submitting to the Hague Court in the Netherlands as an individual complainant from here in the United States of America. I hope it will set an international precedent even in America people are abused by their own public elected government officials. I am fully convinced now, that after a decade of asking the American legal governmental authorities (local, state and federal levels) to arrest and try, Detective Harry Shortway, and his corrupt law enforcement associte, Sgt. Laughlin, in a court of law in America for attempting to murder me; moreover physically and emotionally torturing me and my family in 1990/1991, it is clear, the United States of America is either unwilling OR incapable of taking the bold moral measures to arrest Harry Shortway and his associates; ensurng he receives a fair trial here in America. Similarly to American diplomats such as, Hillary Clinton, ironally accusing Serbia of not submitting General Mladic to the Hague ICTY, for trial. Hypocritical America, don’t you agree (?)

#jerermy paxman #jill starr #mafia #lacosanostra #jillstarr #drowning #fbi #murder #johnlobue #cliftonpolice #passaicsuperiorcourt

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mlcheely · 2 years ago

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It's Just A Game... CHAPTER ONE. ☆

DATE : ┃JANUARY 17TH, 1998. LOCATION : ┃ RACCOON CITY HOSPITAL. TIME : ┃12:17 AM.

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The hospital’s lobby is quiet and the rain has let up significantly in the past couple of hours. The only person, apart from the nurses, who seems to inhabit the lobby is Jill. She passed out in one of the waiting chairs after Chris dropped her and the mystery woman off.

Chris had offered to keep Jill company during the night, but she insisted that he went home. “I don’t want to overwhelm her, Chris. Who knows what might’ve happened to her. I promise I’ll stay here all night, okay?” Not wanting to argue, he did what she asked but only under the condition that he would be back for her in the morning. “Of course,” Jill agreed before crashing not long after her colleague had left.

As a nurse walks up to one of the stations, a blonde woman in a lab coat approaches simultaneously. Her attention is glued to the clipboard in her hand — seemingly oblivious to the environment around her. The name tag attached to the lab coat reads ‘Dr. Annette Birkin,’ a name the nurse suddenly addresses with a charming smile. “Hello Dr. Birkin, how are you doing tonight?”

Dr. Annette Birkin has a reputation for being cold and reserved, so no one should be offended if she were to respond in an off-putting manner. “Fine, has Jane Doe’s vitals been checked yet?” She asks, laying the clipboard onto the counter and starts flipping through pages.

The nurse feels her smile fall, and she awkwardly clears her throat. “Y-Yes, and she’s in stable condition. Her whole body is covered in cuts and scratches, but nothing life threatening. However, we came across something strange when we ran a couple of x-rays. We noticed her vocal chords have been damaged. We have a theory it’s from excessive amounts of screaming, but we aren’t completely sure yet.” She goes quiet after this, looking at Annette’s blank face for approval before changing the subject. “O-Of course her vocal chords should heal within six to eight weeks.” The nurse swallows.

Annette’s gaze flicks to the nurse, “Hm...remind me, how did Jane Doe arrive?”

The nurse straightens, “Two S.T.A.R.S. members brought her in. One of them is still waiting in the lobby.”

Annette furrows her brows. “What for?” She dryly asks.

“The officer said she wanted to speak with the Jane Doe,” The nurse replies, “but I told her she couldn’t until the Jane Doe was awake.”

“Jane Doe hasn’t woken up yet?” Annette inquires, prompting her interest.

“Not since the last time I was in her room.” The nurse responds.

Annette knows now is a good opportunity to get a blood sample, even if there’s the possibility Umbrella acquires the subject later. It is peculiar how the vocal cords have been damaged — but no matter. The patient could be a fine specimen regardless if she can speak or not.

The nurse smiles before heading in the opposite direction of Dr. Birkin. Annette returns a weak, fake smile that fades once the nurse is out of sight. She then makes her way towards Jane Doe’s hospital room, grabbing a syringe from the counter and sliding it into her pocket in the process. Her hand stays inside her lab coat’s pocket as she crosses over the room’s threshold and closes the door behind her. The sounds of the television in the left corner of the ceiling and the hospital equipment cover up Annette’s footsteps. She approaches the woman’s bedside slowly sliding the cap off the syringe. Upon closer look, Annette now sees exactly what the nurse was talking about.

Small cuts, scratches, and scrapes seem to be scattered across the woman’s body — some of them covered by gauze. It’s a pitiful sight to see, but Annette doesn’t waste time pitying people. She has a job to do.

Annette grabs the woman’s left arm and injects the needle into the area. She begins extracting the blood sample. The woman stirs in her sleep at this, prompting Annette to pause. She retreats the needle only to discover she got enough for one sample, but it will have to do. Trying not to get caught with the blood sample, Annette leaves the room hastily. Never knowing that she was being watched.

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It started with a slight sting — a familiar sting, like a needle — then came the distinct sound of a television, and finally the slow beeping of medical equipment. The young woman’s brows furrow as pain sets over her body, barely able to move without being a victim of discomfort. She’s about to open her eyes when she feels some sort of wrapping get pulled up her arm and she freezes, alluding to whoever is in the room she’s still asleep.

Faint footsteps are heard walking away from her, but she is unsure due to the volume of the television. She slowly cracks her eyes open to check, but she only catches a glimpse of a blonde woman leaving the room putting something into her lab coat pocket.

The Jane Doe doesn’t think anything of it and chooses to look around the room instead. Golden Girls is blaring on the TV, playing an episode she has already seen. There’s an IV machine attached to her arm, the clear liquid in the bag dripping down the tubes. The sounds of rain and thunder she remembered are now gone, with remnants from the hospital’s roof trickling down the sides of the building. She looks back up to the TV as a laugh track roars through the room. She swallows, but she winces at the pain. She then looks down at her arms and legs that are half wrapped in gauze. Her eyes blankly stare at the uncovered cuts and scratches along her body. Just what exactly happened to her?

She isn’t given time to ask herself anymore questions before a nurse in plum colored scrubs steps into the room. She’s distracted carrying a clipboard in one hand and a basket of gauze in the other, cheerfully closing the door before turning around and making eye contact with the young woman. “Oh! You’re awake, how are you feeling?” She sweetly asked the confused, hurting woman laying in the bed. The young woman starts to speak, but quickly realizes exactly why her throat hurts. She’s lost her voice.

“Aw, yeah, I expected that. The good news is you should be back to normal in six to eight weeks.” She smiles as she walks over, placing the clipboard to the side. She then starts resuming her process of wrapping up the woman’s wounds. Losing her voice the least of her worries compared to the hurt she feels from being touched. The pained woman makes faces as the nurse wraps her wounds. “Would you like me to get you some pain medicine? It should help with the pain for now.” Said the nurse.

The young woman nods, looking at the nurse’s name tag hanging from her top. ‘Judy Marks’ it reads. Judy finishes with the woman’s gauze wrappings, and she grabs the clipboard before exiting the room to retrieve something to sooth the patient’s aching. Once Judy leaves the room, Jane Doe prepares to sit herself up. She presses her palms into the mattress and her arms shake as she lifts herself upward. It’s a painful process, but as soon as she’s upright she falls back into the pillows from exhaustion. She looks up to the TV to pass the time but once a commercial begins playing — she freezes.

The commercial starts with a spokesman talking about a company that ‘treats its employees well and gives them an opportunity to make the world a better place,’ then advertising a product called “Regenerate” and some vague details about the research that’s been going into it. She wouldn’t have thought anything of it — she couldn’t have thought anything of it, because it’s not real. At least, it’s not supposed to be. The commercial is advertising the same products with the same name as a well known video game company. There should be a new game announcement or release date to follow — but nothing. This is weird. Like really weird.

Come to think of it, as the woman looks around the room again she now notices that everything looks outdated. WAY outdated. There’s not a modern piece of technology in sight, and the strange smell of the room is suddenly making her feel dizzy. Her anxiety begins to tear at her.

What kind of hospital doesn’t have modern equipment? Who was the woman that left her room before the nurse came? Wait — where is the nurse? If she wants answers, she’ll get them from the nurse.

The short while starts to feel like forever before Judy re-enters the room with some pain medicine, a cup of water, and a notebook. The young woman smiles weakly, excited for the medications to heal her afflictions but is confused about the notebook. She quickly brushes off the thought as Judy passes pills and water off to the woman. She swallows the pills and hands the cup to Judy once she’s done.

Judy sets the cup to the side and hands the notebook to Jane Doe. Judy then reaches into her pocket and pulls out a pen, holding it out to the woman. The woman looks to the nurse with a puzzled expression, but she takes the pen from Judy. “It’s for you to be able to communicate. I know it seems like it’ll be a long time, but your voice will be back before you know it.” She grins widely, “Let’s start with something simple. Do you remember your name?”

The young woman stares down at the notebook’s cover. In the corner, she spots one of the simplest of shapes. Perfect.

She opens the book and writes down something short and presents it to Judy. Judy scans over it and smiles. “Starr. That’s a pretty name.” Of course it’s not her real name — but she wants answers before having to answer her own questions.

Starr writes down something else, and Judy reads it over.

Are there any doctors working tonight?

Starr is met with a nod, a smile, and an answer that makes her stomach drop. She feels like she might throw up.

“Dr. Annette Birkin is working the floor tonight. Would you like me to get her?” Judy responds. Starr quickly shakes her head ‘no,’ and Judy taps her fingers before remembering something.

“There’s an officer waiting for you in the lobby wanting to ask you some questions. Would it be alright if she spoke with you?”

Starr subconsciously nods a ‘yes,’ still in disbelief at the words that came from Judy’s mouth. Is that who left her room earlier? The Dr. Annette Birkin…

No! Starr has to think rationally here. She’s mentally screaming at herself that this is all just one big coincidence as Judy leaves the room once again.

As soon as she’s alone, Starr feels her body become hot with worry. This isn’t real. It can’t be real. She wants to say maybe she’s dreaming or she could even be dead, but nobody hurts like this in dreams or when they’re dead. Nobody usually wakes up in a hospital, either. Starr pulls down the wrapping in the crook of her arm, and she spots it: A tiny needle hole that still flowed blood when she applied pressure to it. After pulling the gauze back up, Starr stares at the TV screen in order to distract herself from her growing anxiety.

Spotting Jill, who is still asleep in the chair, Judy approaches and begins to lightly shake her. Startled, Jill looks to the nurse with confusion but quickly realizes where she is and begins rubbing her eyes.

“Jane Doe is ready for you now.” Judy says. Jill stands up, eager to finally meet the person she’s been (literally) dreaming of meeting.

As Jill and the nurse enter the room, Jill can barely believe her eyes. Same hair, same wounds, same gown, and the same terrified look on her face. There really is no doubt in Jill’s mind now that this is who has been in her dreams.

Starr swallows hard. It’s Jill Valentine, the Jill Valentine, or at least this woman looks a LOT like the iconic character.

Jill steps forward and greets the woman sitting up in the bed.

“Hello, my name is Jill Valentine. I’m an officer from the S.T.A.R.S. division at the Raccoon City Police Department. I just wanna sit down with you and ask a couple of questions, is that fine with you?”

Starr physically nods but internally she feels her soul disconnect from her body. She’s so screwed. No — worse than that.

Jill has many, many questions.

‘Are you in danger?’

‘Do you recognize me?’

‘Do you remember anything?’

‘How do you know me?’

‘Is someone out to get you?’

However, Jill knows she can’t overwhelm the woman with so much at once. She just has to take it one step at a time.

As Judy leaves, Jill pulls a chair up close to Starr’s bed, and Starr feels confused, anxious, afraid — so many things all at once it’s maddening. She fiddles with her fingers while Jill gets comfortable. After doing so, Jill has no idea where to even start. She figures if she’ll start anywhere, she would like to know her name.

“Do you have a name that I can call you?”

Starr points to the same writing the nurse had read earlier, and Jill sits up to read. “Starr.” Ironic. “Well, it’s nice to meet you Starr. I’m sorry that we’re meeting under such circumstances,” Jill looks her over with a frown, “Are you feeling alright?”

Jill already knows the answer. ‘No.’ She can tell the wounds on her body are painful. From what still remained uncovered by gauze, the wounds have become surrounded by a bright red.

Starr motions her hand tilting left to right, signaling ‘eh’ to Jill. Jill tries a different question. “Do you remember anything from before you woke up here?”

Starr stares down at the pale white of the notebook’s paper, trying to piece together her night. How is it possible to have woken up in a fictional town in a fictional world? She remembers the storm and the electricity going out as she was getting a quick shower before bed. After that there was a bright flash, nothing else. Starr looks at Jill and shows the notebook after she scribbles down her answer.

I was taking a shower before bed and the power went out. Then there was a bright light and I woke up here.

There’s something written underneath.

Where was I found?

“You were found unconscious on the outskirts of town. You’re lucky we found you. You could’ve died from hypothermia.”

Starr bites the inside of her cheek. She hopes to God she wasn’t naked when she was found, but considering her whole body is covered in wounds she probably was. It’s better not to ask.

Starr nods, looking back down to the notebook and thinking of what to ask. What could she ask? What can she ask that wouldn’t put this woman’s whole existence and the world around her into jeopardy? Starr then looks back to Jill. The look in Jill’s eyes is sincere.

Starr knows deep down that if anybody would help her Jill Valentine would. But what will she say to her?

“I’m from the real world and basically you’re part of a simulation and none of this is real. Will you help me get home?”

That doesn’t exactly bode well for anyone.

Starr bites her lip. If she stays in this world for too long, who knows what might happen. In the real world, Starr is a big fan of Resident Evil, a zombie survival game set mostly in the town of Raccoon City. There are several other locations, but the games are centered around Raccoon City being the catalyst. Starr was never involved much in actually playing the games, but the stories, characters, and lore were all enough to get her hooked. She read every comic and book and watched all the movies she could get her hands on. She learned the entire Resident Evil history, which meant nothing in the real world. But in this world? That kind of information would be a gold mine for the right and wrong people.

Jill can see Starr is fidgeting, and she clears her throat.

“Starr, do you think someone did this to you? Or if there might be anyone who could be out to get you?”

Starr feels her stomach flip in excitement. An opportunity. Unfortunately, her excitement doesn’t last for long as she looks Jill in the face. Starr feels a wave of guilt wash over her, suddenly feeling guilty for lying. If she can figure out a way to get home, she’d get out of Jill’s hair as soon as possible. A little lying won’t hurt. After all, it’s just a game right?

Starr writes down a response onto the paper and hands it to Jill.

I don’t think anyone did this to me, but if I stay alone eventually someone might come for me. I know a lot of things I shouldn’t.

That’s not really a lie, Starr realized once she noticed Annette Birkin took a blood sample from her arm, which woke her up. There’s no telling what might happen to her if she stays in this hospital bed. Even worse, she’s not in a position to defend herself.

“Do you have any friends or family close?” Jill asks. Starr shakes her head no. Jill feels like she should take a shot with her next question. After all, you only live once right?

“Random question, do you,” Jill swallows, “do you recognize me?” She waits in anticipation while Starr is conflicted on how to respond. All this feels like one big dream to Starr. Wait, that’s it!

Starr nods her head and writes again.

From a dream, but I can’t remember it. Why?

Now that was a lie. Starr remembers her, but not from a dream. What did Jill mean? Has Jill seen her before?

Jill feels herself become ecstatic. Maybe she isn’t crazy after all.

“No particular reason. Do you happen to live anywhere around here?” Jill inquires, and Starr shakes her head. She’s nowhere near from around here. Jill furrows her brows at this. That’s strange. “Where do you live?”

Starr shrugs.

Jill is concerned. So far she has no reason to believe this woman is lying to her, but something is off and Jill can’t understand what it is. “Do you have any information we could use to identify you?”

Starr shakes her head, and Jill now becomes worried. Just who is this ‘Starr’? Where did she come from? Where will she go?

“Do you know a place you can go?”

Starr shakes her head. This just isn’t making any sense, but Jill’s good nature ultimately gets the better of her.

“Would you feel better if I offered you a place until you can find somewhere to go?” Jill asks.

Starr looks to Jill with a look of gratitude and nods her head. Jill and Starr smile at one another before they are interrupted by Starr’s growling stomach. Jill laughs. “Hungry?”

Starr nods sheepishly before Jill gets up and walks to the door.

“I’ll be right back.”

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DATE : ┃JANUARY 17TH, 1998. LOCATION : ┃ RACCOON CITY HOSPITAL. TIME : ┃7:57 AM.

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As the morning sun rises over the horizon and shines through the blinds, Jill blinks her eyes awake. She looks up to the window and squints at the bright sun. She sighs and stretches from her uncomfortable position in the chair. As she begins to walk over to the hospital bed, Jill notices how peaceful Starr looks while she sleeps. Jill smiles and walks over to the door, but as the door handle clicks she hears shuffling from behind her.

Starr sits up in bed with a look that was purely pitiful. It seems in her sleep the pills wore off.

“Hey, I’m going down to the lobby to wait on my friend to pick me up,” Starr becomes immediately worried but Jill calms her down, “When he drops me off at home, I’m going to come right back for you.”

Starr is delighted. Why is Jill going out of her way to personally bring Starr into her own home? Especially considering she’s a complete stranger? She isn’t sure, but it’s better than being stuck here than waiting around for what might happen.

Starr nods and Jill leaves the room, closing the door behind her.

Starr looks over to the window and stares up at the bright blue sky. She hopes that Jill really does come back for her.

8:43 AM.

Time seemed like it would never end until Jill reentered Starr’s room with a wheelchair. Starr smiles as Jill helps her into the chair and she has one final glance at the terribly ugly, smelly room. That glance continued out into the hallway as the two approached the hospital entrance. Starr looks around.

Raccoon City is far different than she could have imagined. It’s a lot cleaner, of course, instead of being littered with zombies and crashed cars. Traffic isn’t terrible, some buildings are dull while others are bright and colorful, and citizens happily go about their day. It actually looks like a decent looking city.

Jill helps Starr into the front seat and pushes the wheelchair back into the lobby to hand off to one of the nurses. As Starr gets comfortable in her seat, she suddenly feels a pair of eyes on her. She looks up and notices the assumed Dr. Annette Birkin staring at her. Starr shudders before Jill opens the driver’s side door, pulling her attention away from Annette and smiling weakly to Jill. Jill smiles back at Starr before starting the engine and pulling away from the hospital’s parking lot.

As the two pull away, Annette turns and walks away from the window and makes her way into her office.

She closes the door behind her and locks it. Sliding into her chair and moving her computer mouse, a screen loads, and she clicks an icon. An email tab pulls up and she begins to type.

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William,

Inform Wesker that he will need to look into someone by the name of Starr. She was transported to the hospital by two S.T.A.R.S. members, Jill Valentine and Chris Redfield. A blood sample I extracted from her is nothing like I’ve ever seen. She was discharged and left with Valentine only moments ago. See to it that this is done, I only had enough for one sample.

Annette

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