I'D LIKE TO PULL YOU INTO ME...
A sense of dread settled into her head when traces of a altered T-Virus shows up in multiple victims. Just when she finally has her faith in her hands, a new biohazard incidents shakes the lives of Jill, Chris, Leon...
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A man was heard screaming in terror and pain, scrambling to get away from the infected people clamoring to sink their teeth into his skin. He had struggled so hard just to survive, to live—until the floor underneath collapsed into pieces. As if sinking, the guard yelped as his body fell backwards into the sewers running underneath Alcatraz prison.
Maybe this was it.
He wouldn't be able to live, no matter how hard he tried to scramble away from the growing hoard of zombies.
A zombie climbing on top of him suddenly fell limp as a knife sunk into its throat, being thrown aside by a woman. He had been saved by Jill just in time, but he started to crawl away from her and the crowd of zombies in a panicked and terrified state.
"What the fuck is wrong with them?!" He shouted before the guard huddled to ground with his hands covering his head. Jill grabbed her weapon and shot multiple rounds at the monsters before the fervent uproar would dissipate and it would become silent again.
"Are you okay? Are you hurt?"
Her questions went unanswered as the guard below her appeared with dead skin. Blood poured from his wounds and stained the bright blue of his uniform—the guard got up from his position and snarled aggressively. He lunged at Jill with open hands and grabbed for her weapon, until she kicked him swiftly with her foot and whacked his body with her gun.
The sound of metal scraping against each other rung loudly in her ears as Jill gripped her knife, the sensation ever so familiar. Days of training, hand to hand or using a weapon...she was oddly calm. There were still a sense of danger when facing things like this, but Jill kept her focus on making it out alive. Nothing like what Wesker did to her would happen ever again, if she is strong enough to face it.
I have to be strong...
With the knife in hand, Jill launched herself against the wall and lunged the weapon straight into the monster's throat. The body slumped and fell limply against the floor. Her breathing matched her heartbeat, still slightly irregular as she exhaled. The sounds of her breath were heard and echoed across the sewer tunnels.
With a fleshy sound and nauseatingly metallic smell, Jill took the knife out of the zombie's throat and made her way down the dark area with a flashlight in the other hand. Other than the sound of her breathing and footsteps, the water dripping and splashing were heard. She couldn't count on being alone, not yet.
That was when she heard it.
Jill placed her back against the wall, her eyes following a shadow walking in the dim light. Human or not, this could be a bad sign. She clicked off her flashlight, holding out her knife and got into a stance, becoming very quiet in her steps. By the way they were walking, this was a person, not a zombie. She held in her breath.
