Jill Valentine x Male Reader

Chapter 1

22/December/2026

I swear if I find myself in one more situation like this... fuck me! I can't keep doing the shit man. Too many fucking years as is... and this-this shit just keeps getting worse.

A knock on the door pulls me out of my head.

"Yes yes come in.. how many times must I tell you people to just enter whe-"

"Code Red."

"...now?"

"...yes sir... we are to evacuate the facility... only after-"

"...yes I am aware of proper Code Red procedures. So for me to do what I must, you must leave me...."

"I- but sir I was... instructed to stay, and assi-"

"You mean get in my way... absolutely not... go on then shoo."

"I... I cannot do that sir..."

"Then it seems we are at an impasse. I am instructed to only handle these lovely experiments... alone. Now if you'd like to stay here.. risk your life because... I'm sure you are aware of the meanings of a Code Red status? So what will happen first? Will your eyes burst out of your head? Will your skin begin to fall off in chunks will you're still alive? Or my favourite... Will your organs expand so quickly...POP!"

The man stands there looking shaken by the severity of what could come his way.

"Oh come please you... you must have family you'd like to see during the holiday! We're so close to... Christmas! Yes that one! Not to mention see... I'm in the hazmat suit... and you- you're in no protective gear fit for what's coming... so... what's it going to be?" I say shrugging.

With not a word more needed the man calmly rushed from the room, and up the hall. The worry rushed over me as I set to regain control of my own work. A stealth alert to a Code Red only means one thing, a test or tests within this building are no longer secure. Someone on some floor has caused breach, a deadly one. Carefully I extract my samples from their storage units. The vials holding such murderous matter within them. If one of these three got out...

*faint screams echo*

Yup just get these suckers in their containers DEVA:1-3... and there that's the last one... put the code in 89900035140. Oh Umbrella... you fucks sure know how to slow your lab rats down. Fuckin passcodes. There. Done. Now to see what lovely little monster one of these other lab geeks have set free...

Still in my biohazard attire I carefully exit holding the case. The lights begin to flicker as the official Code Red alarms begin blaring throughout the wing. Desk workers run past me screaming in horror, some of them painted in blood. Messy creature then... Continuing on before I'm brought to a sudden halt by the sounds of presumably bones cracking in the cubicle next to me. Peering over to see a... man... eating another human... impossible we... we chalked the...

13/October/2027

"..hey YLN are you listening?"

"ugh... yes... yes sir. Affirm.. Target is a scientist with ties to Umbrella, possible knowledge of the outbreak."

"...we want him back in one piece. Breathing. We need to extract what intel we can and dead men tell no tales. YLN you're with Valentine... hit the ground running."

"Roger."

"Roger!"

After some legwork Valentine and I were few mikes out from the destination our latest intel said our target would be. One Viktor Bolt, white male, thirty three, bald, and brown eyes. Photo depiction has a scar over the right eye. Knowing what I do... I just need to black light the back of his neck... nervously I roll my neck.