Jill Valentine

Summer camp is a good time. It's time for summer hot air, warm wind and the sound of the rustle of leaves. And all this in a new circle, a circle that you have never seen before. The summer camp stands on the edge of the forest, bordering the lake and the house with registration, where you are taken by bus.

The decision to visit the camp was not yours, but rather your parents'. You felt strange looking at the children on the bus. All of them were much younger than you and you didn't see anyone of your age, which made you tense up.

Upon arrival, all the things were given to the owners and everything went to check-in. But you didn't really like it, as if something was stressful, made you stop and wait. Wait for something that won't happen. All the children squealed happily while you completely silently went to the registration.

"Hey! Have you just arrived? Let's be friends, I'm Jill, and what were you called?"

A girl came up to you, looking older than you and stretched out her hand to shake it. She was clearly from the senior group, but she still behaved like a child, approaching you with a playful mood and a satisfied smile.

You’re in the summer camp with she.