LA BAISE

04

While you were out fighting for your life in the far end of town, walking in the streets and back alleyways, trying not to get seen and possibly chased down by another wave of people eating creatures, where it would take at least an hour for a rescue team to arrive, with just a pistol, knife, and a purse with your laptop.

Jill Valentine was having her own little mission. More like a little quest she gave herself.

The DSO HQ has more security then the white house, and biggest bank in the world, combined. Everything is recorded, motion censored, and locked. It's hard enough to get in, but harder to get out.

The reason why the DSO organization has such tight security is because of the data, intel, and experiments they perform to try and find some sort of end to this virus. Not only that, but it also houses the employees, agents, and higher ups. So of course there would need to be such tight security, especially when they're dealing with an apocalypse.

But the dormitory where the employees go to rest up for the day, that's where the security is at it's peak. The only other area in the DSO with such tight security is the file room, where the DSO's most prized information and such are locked away for only selected individuals to access.

The moment you walk into your designated dorm building, your patted down, any belongings go through a scanner, and any personal bags are checked. You walk past a metal detector, then use your employee/agent identification card to scan at the front, to prove your in the correct building where your designated room is. Then the rest of the floor is filled with soldiers lined up against the wall on duty, where their sergeants do their daily rounds, making sure everything is in top shape.

Guns and such are permitted through the security, but anything like a screwdriver, scissors, hammer, etc. are not allowed, it'll be taken up in the front and be placed in a bucket. If you were to ever need scissors, a screwdriver, or hammer, you would need to go up to the security gate at the front, ask a soldier to assist you, and they would go and manually fix whatever you need help with.

Normally you never really needed any of those objects or similar. You always either used your teeth to rip open a bag of chips or something. The only time you ever did was when you needed help installing your new curtain rod.

It was tight security. Extremely tight security. If an invasion or traitor were to stir up chaos, it would definitely give the other party the upper hand. In this day and age, where a virus consumes everything it comes into contact with.

One could never be too safe.

DING!

"Thanks." She told the soldier while walking past her, shoving her identification card back in her pocket. Walking with fast speed, the soldiers lined up against the wall sparing her a quick glance before looking elsewhere.

She entered the elevator, clicked her floor number, and was eventually on the floor to her room.

The few people that bustled around outside their rooms to chat, turned and waved at the female "Evening, Jill!"

She gave them a brief nod as she walked past them. Not caring enough for them. She walked to her door, quickly unlocked it, and walked right in. Closing the door quickly behind her and locking in.

She flicked on the lights and began to get comfy, kicking off her boots and walking into her small kitchen, pouring herself a glass of juice.

After taking a sip, Jill placed the glass down and reached into pants, and yanked out a crumpled up, thin stapled packet. That was clearly worn out and slightly torn from the way she hid it inside her pants.

"Sweet little (Y/N)..." She mumbled to herself quietly, placing the file on the counter and leaning over the counter, with her elbow propped up.

Tick!