Resident Evil 3 - Jill Valentine x OC

Outbreak

It was a typical Friday night in the lively Racoon City. James found himself at the bar, accompanied by his friend Pete, in an attempt to shake off the weight of recent heartbreak. Ever since his long-time girlfriend, Mia, abruptly ended their relationship a month earlier, James had become a regular in this establishment.

As conversation flowed effortlessly between Pete and the bartender, James couldn't tear his gaze away from a  photo of Mia displayed on his phone screen.

Sensing his friend's spiraling thoughts, Pete swiftly intervened, snatching James's phone from his grasp. "No more of that," Pete declared firmly. "She's an ex for a reason, mate. Besides, let's be honest, she was a total bitch. I could never quite fathom what you saw in her."

"Yeah, I guess so," James said, his voice tinged with a touch of sadness. "I just can't believe she already has a new boyfriend. Five years of my life, gone just like that." He sighed, raising the glass of whisky to his lips for a fortifying sip.

Pete grinned and leaned closer. "You know what you should do to get back at her?"

Curiosity sparked in James's eyes as he asked, "What?"

A mischievous glint danced in Pete's eyes as he responded, "Get yourself a new girlfriend! Show her that you can move on too."

"Nah, man. It's way too soon," James replied, taking another deep swig from his glass.

Pete leaned back, studying his friend thoughtfully. "Is it really, though?"

Pete caught sight of an alluring waitress at the far end of the bar. Seizing the opportunity, he grasped James's face and gently angled it towards her direction.

"Look over there! There's a hot waitress with your name written all over her," Pete exclaimed, his voice filled with encouragement.

As James followed Pete's directive, his gaze locked onto the captivating figure that had captured his friend's attention. Perfection manifested itself in every curve and nuance, confirming Pete's claim about her undeniable attractiveness.

Nervously, James reasoned, "But she's just doing her job. I don't want to disturb her in her workplace."

Pete smirked in response, not one to back down easily. With a flick of his wrist, he casually produced a crisp one-hundred-dollar bill from his wallet. "Come on, Don't be such a puss," he teased, holding the enticing bill between his fingers. "She'll be more than willing to talk to you when she sees this."

"You don't ever give up do you?" James asked, his tone laced with a sigh of exasperation.

Pete's smirk widened, his confidence unwavering. "Oh, come on, mate. The ladies love a man with big tips...and I don't mean just with money," he teased, his words accompanied by a suggestive wink.

James couldn't help but roll his eyes, a mix of annoyance and affection evident on his face. With a playful punch to Pete's arm, he exclaimed, "Why am I still friends with you?"

"Because you love me, you dumbass," Pete retorted, tossing the tempting one-hundred-dollar bill at James. "Now go get her, Tiger!"

"Fine," James murmured with a resigned sigh, mustering the courage to rise from his barstool.

As he contemplated making his way towards the waitress, a chilling event unfolded before his eyes. The waitress approached a man slumped over a nearby table, seemingly drunk and unresponsive.

"Sir, you have to leave," she said, gently shaking him in an attempt to rouse him from his stupor.

Slowly, the man lifted his head, emitting a low, guttural groan that sent shivers down James's spine. Something was undeniably wrong.

"Sir!" the waitress exclaimed, her tone now tinged with annoyance.

In an instant, a horrifying frenzy erupted, shattering the tranquil ambiance of the bar. The man abruptly lunged towards the unsuspecting waitress, sinking his teeth into her delicate neck with a grotesque savagery.

An ear-piercing scream tore through the air as the waitress crumpled to the floor, writhing in agony under the weight of her assailant. James stood petrified, mere feet away, his heart pounding in his chest as utter horror consumed him.

"Get off her, you damn maggot!" the bartender thundered, swinging a pool cue with incredible force at the deranged man.

The cue shattered instantly upon impact, cracking over the man's skull as he crumpled to the floor, leaving a pool of blood steadily forming beneath him.

Rushing to her side, the bartender knelt down, his hands trembling with urgency as he used one hand to stem the bleeding from her wound. Concern etched deeply within his eyes, he asked, "Are you okay, Emma?"

Emma struggled to respond, a muffled gasp escaping her lips as she choked on her own blood, her life hanging precariously in the balance.

Realizing the severity of the situation, the bartender's voice rang out in a desperate plea, "Someone, call an ambulance! We need help here!"

Suddenly, there was a deafening explosion that reverberated throughout the bar, causing glasses to shatter and patrons to duck for cover.

Reacting swiftly, James flung open the heavy door and peered out into the chaos that awaited him. To his disbelief and horror, he discovered a colossal fire engulfing the end of the street, its menacing flames flickering and dancing in the darkened night. But it was not just the fire that sent a shiver down James's spine, it was the sight of people, ravenous in their hunger, viciously devouring one another amidst the chaos.

Overwhelmed by the appalling scene before him, James felt a knot tighten in his stomach. "Oh no," he whispered, his voice laced with dread and disbelief. It was as if the very fabric of reality had torn apart, hurling them into a nightmarish realm where humanity itself had become twisted and unrecognizable.

"Are those zombies?!" Pete yelled, his voice filled with a mix of shock and terror, as he hastily exited the bar, joining James on the chaotic streets.

James, his heart pounding in his chest, turned to cast one last glance at the bar, only to be met with the bone-chilling screams of the bartender, resonating through the shattered windows. In utter horror, he watched as Emma sank her teeth into the bartender's leg.

Realizing the imminent danger they were facing, James's voice rose in urgency, barely audible over the screams and growls surrounding them, "We need to get out of here!" In a swift motion, he reached out and grabbed hold of Pete's trembling hand.

Gazing around, they both realized the gravity of the situation. No corner of the city remained untouched by the undead menace. The relentless horde of zombies had seized control.

Pete pointed to a narrow alleyway nearby. "This way!'

Before they could even step foot into the alleyway, their eyes widened in disbelief as a massive explosion tore through the wall of a nearby building. The sound of crumbling bricks and the sight of fiery debris filled the air, as a woman careened through the demolished barrier, crashing onto the pavement with a bone-jarring impact. Grasping her side, she struggled for breath, her face etched with pain.

James rushed to the woman's side. "Oh my god, are you alright, miss?"

"I'm...fine," the woman struggled to utter, her voice strained. "Is he gone?"

Confusion clouded James's face as he helped her to her feet. "Is who gone?"

"That thing! It was trying to kill me!"

"I've got some bad news for you, ma'am. There's a lot of things trying to kill you right now." The chaos of the city had unleashed a darkness beyond comprehension, a relentless onslaught of danger from all directions.

"We'll get you out of here. What's your name?" James asked.

"I'm Jill Valentine."