[Jill Valentine x (m) Reader.] Right Place, Wrong Time

Final Resting Place

After administering the vaccine to Jill Valentine and fasting off the horde of the undead, you remained looped up on adrenaline for another handful of minutes. The massive explosion You and Carlos set off to close off the hospital's entry did very little for your senses. You could feel the fatigue itching in your head as you carefully ensured the zombies left in the room were TRULY dead.

When it came down to it, however, there were still leftover objectives on your plate. You wouldn't  have been to admit you were butthurt over Umbrella trying to throw you under the bus. Getting dusted by your employer while working on their worst job wasn't exactly what you wanted from your superiors, especially considering the track record already dealing with their backroom coverups. Maybe there was more to the story, but you weren't so sure.

Carlos, bless the guy's heart, was just there to help. So, when Tyrell told both of you that there was a stockpile of vaccines in an underground layer of the hospital, he volunteered to help without even thinking. Jill Valentine was still out of action for the time being. When you checked up on her, she looked flustered in her sleep but overall healthy. So, you left Tyrell behind since he was wounded However, leaving Jill behind while still unconscious was a less-than-favorable idea for me.

You and Carlos made a lot of noise while defending the entry point, so the fighting back inside the hospital proper was much more intense than it had been before. After the dance with the dead, you'd exhausted much of your ammo. To make the situation just that much more dire, though, contact with Tyrell was last. There was too much lead-infused concrete between you and the world above.

Newfound horror projects were below; of course, this wouldn't have been an Umbrella facility without them. This strained your already fragile ammo supply between you and Carlos since you had  wasted a considerable amount of your FMJs trying to kill these little zombie bastards.

These new "subjects" acted like every other freakshow above but were immune to everything you threw at them. There were ample signs of Umbrella activity. You tuned in at one point with a remark that was left unanswered. "How did no one at this hospital notice this?" You thought momentarily and eventually remembered the recording of Bard acting like a class-A prick to the nurses. Perhaps they noticed it but chose not to jeopardize their jobs (and their lives?).

There was a lot of life-saving dancing around these nightmare specials, but it slowed us down significantly. This concrete hive was also a maze of earth breaking technology and some of the worst electrical practices you've ever seen. 

Fuses blew out constantly, and some of the hallways made no sense. The warehouses were in shambles with tipped-over shelves and blocked-off corridors. A mess of keycards, keys, and fuse replacements was needed to travel properly, but hopefully, if there were anyone decent down here, they'd appreciate the effort. If it would even last that long, that is. This entire place seemed to be on the descent. The undead were everywhere, fashioning lab coats and security wear. How long the unbreak has been lingering here is beyond the human mind.

Eventually, our search took down to a lower part of the facility, perhaps the lowest. The rooms were more extensive and looked more like a staging area for removable waste or maybe even testing. You'd both been down here for at least an hour, but you wouldn't be surprised if it were longer. Under the "right" circumstance, stress can make time rush by without being noticed. It was plausible more time elapsed before stumbling over something entirely unexpected...

In a crater about the size of a basketball court was Jill Valentine fighting that abomination that had been hunting her since this nightmare began. Worst of all, it had mutated into something much more grotesque. It was larger and more animal-like now its appearance. It no longer resembles a human figure but a four-legged alien with all the features of a prehistoric apex predator. You stared at the scene in disbelief. The room you and Carlos had walked into had a control panel with several knobs and a button.