Rex
Resident Furry
Jill
Raccoon City, September 28, 1998. All was quiet, as if the entire city had been muted. Suddenly, in a normal Uptown apartment, there was a BANG. Former S.T.A.R.S. Rear Security Specialist Jill Valentine flew out the door, smashing into a nearby dumpster, nearly losing her handgun in the process. She wasn’t very well prepared for this, knee-high boots, black skirt, and blue tube top, with a white sweater tied around her waist. She had barely had enough time to grab her belt and holster before the monsters attacked.
Several such monsters were coming at her through the flames, human Zombies. Slow creatures that could be dealt with a single bullet to the head. But she couldn’t waste her ammo here; instead, she turned, and dashed down a nearby alley, gunning down a pair of Zombies on the way. There was a door just on the other side of another alley, she was almost home free! She climbed over the dumpster and pushed at the door, but it wouldn’t open!
Hearing a noise to her right, Jill turned, and was confronted by a horde of Zombies. She spun around, only to find that way blocked by even more Zombies. Finally, she turned back towards the dumpster, but there were ever Zombies inching their way over top of it! She spun around, facing the door again, drawing her Beretta and shooting out the lock. Then she kicked the door open and ran, not stopping until she climbed a short flight of stairs and slammed a door in an approaching Zombie’s face and locked it tight.
She let out a quick sigh of relief and leaned against the door, sliding down into a sitting position. She made it; she had escaped the monsters for now. Suddenly, a box dropped nearby, launching her to her feet. Once again, she drew her handgun and started towards the box. She rounded the bend, and almost had her head chopped off by a teen with a blade of some sort! In surprise, she jumped backwards, falling off her feet.
The teen with the blade was dressed in black. Black boots, black pants, black gloves, and a black jacket with a furry white fringe, with a white shirt underneath, as well as two red belts crossed together. On his back was a sheath for his blade, which he quickly returned the thing to. Finally, he had a scar running down half his face. He reached out his hand and helped her back to her feet, then looked away.
“Sorry, thought you where one of them,” he sighed.
“Honest mistake I’m sure,” Jill frowned, “what’s your name kid?”
“Squall. Squall Leonhart,” he answered.
“I’m Jill Valentine,” she told him, “Squall, you need to get out of the city. You can come with me if you want.”
“My buddy has to come too then,” Squall stated, before disappearing around a bend.
Jill followed him around, in time to see him helping up another man. This one didn’t look so good; the stomach area of his otherwise blue shirt was stained blood red. Otherwise, he had spiky blond hair, and tan pants, with blue combat boots. He was starting to turn pale from the loss of blood, and seemed only able to stand thanks to Squall’s support.
“No, he’ll slow us down,” Jill immediately snapped.
“She’s right you know,” the wounded man chuckled.
“If he doesn’t come then I don’t,” Squall frowned, “he saved me, I owe him.”
Jill sighed, then threw her hands up, “fine, but keep up.”
She drew her handgun, and walked back towards the door. She heard Squall do his best to keep up, and decided to throw him a bone, and slowed down. The Zombies had cleared out, off to find easier targets. She slowly pushed the door open and walked out, Squall and his friend following her behind. The door to the alley was still wide open, and there were a pair of Zombies hanging around just outside. A bullet to the head took care of each of them, and then she was back on the street.
Squall eventually made it out as well, and Jill started down the road again. There was a man crouched down not too far from her. He was wearing a black hoodie and tan pants, no shoes though. Jill carefully moved towards him, being sure to keep her gun raised. The man looked towards her, then dropped down onto all fours, and shrieked. With a another shriek, he leaped at her, covering a surprising amount of distance and knocking her to the ground before she could even get off a shot. She hit the ground and lost her gun, and it was all she could do to keep him from ripping her to shreds.
There was a short burst of gunfire, and the man flew off of her, rolling a few feet away and stopping all movement. Jill rolled to her feet and snatched her handgun from the ground. Squall and his friend hurried over as fast as they could, and the man who had saved her life walked out of the shadows as well.
He was a man getting along in years, she couldn’t tell if he was balding or not, since he wore a dark blue beret, but he had a full, gray beard. His pants were brown, and he wore a green jacket over a yellow t-shirt, and black combat boots. Jill brushed her skirt off, and nodded thanks to the man, before holstering her gun again.
“Thanks,” she muttered.
“Don’t mention it,” he answered, “I’m Bill.”
“I’m Jill, and this is Squall and…”
“Jak,” the wounded man cut in, “I’m Jak.”
“Jak,” Jill nodded.
Bill nodded, and moved over to pull up Jak’s other side, lessening the burden on Squall. Jill looked at the elderly man confused, then shrugged and drew her handgun again, moving forward again, with her now three comrades following behind. She kept them to the dark alleys, away from the main streets and their larger amounts of Zombies. After clearing out an unnaturally large horde of Zombies, Jill decided that it was time to take a break.
There was a bar nearby, so she quickly led them there. The front door was locked, but she was able to get in through the back door. She slowly moved through the back door, and noticed something in the room. She quickly stepped into the room, and pointed her gun at the two of them, only for them to spin around and both point firearms at her.
One wore a yellow bulletproof vest; overtop a white S.T.A.R.S. shirt, camo pants, and black combat shoes. He was pale, and had brown hair. The other wore a black bulletproof vest, as well as black pants and a dark blue S.T.A.R.S. shirt. He had shades on, and had blond hair. The one in the yellow vest recognized her, and lowered his weapon, and the one in the black vest followed suit as soon as he noticed that his comrade had relaxed.
“I didn’t know you were still alive, Jill,” the yellow vested man grinned.
“Brad! Wesker?” Jill questioned.
How was Wesker still alive? She was sure that the Tyrant had killed him. Even then, he couldn’t have gotten out of the mansion in time. However, he seemed different this time, almost friendly. Squall and Bill quickly moved in after her, laying Jak on the bar counter.
Suddenly, a small, orange and yellow creature poked its head out from under a pinball machine. It was a pitiful sight, really. It was very thin, dirty fur, and had several cuts, with a pair of jeans barely held up by a belt, which was frayed around the edges. One of the legs was a little shorter then the other, revealing a black band of some sort with the remains of a chain on it. It also wore brown finger-less gloves and a pair of goggles. It seemed to recognize Jak, and hurried over to him.
“Hey, Jak, what happened!?” the creature asked.
“Hey Dax, I’m glad to see you made it,” Jak answered weakly, “You don’t look so good buddy.”
“I could say the same thing for you,” the creature replied, eyeing Jak’s bloody stomach worriedly.
“I’ll be all right,” Jak chuckled.
Brad moved over to the creature, and patted it on the back. Then he and Wesker walked over to Jill, Squall, and Bill, who had moved away from the wounded man and his friend. Wesker didn’t seem to recognize Jill, which was odd.
“Captain Wesker, this is Jill Valentine, she was in S.T.A.R.S. with us,” Brad explained.
“Hello Jill,” Wesker nodded, “Who are your friends?”
“This is Squall and Bill,” she answered, motioning to both men respectively, “boys, this is Brad Vickers, and Albert Wesker.”
“We’re heading to the Police Station, then getting out of the city, want to come with us?” Brad asked.
“Sounds like a plan, Brad,” Jill grinned.
After a little convincing, Bill and Squall were both alright with heading to the Police Station before moving on. It would be a good chance for Jill to grab a few things from her desk in the S.T.A.R.S. office. According to Brad, the creature was something called an Ottsel, named Daxter, or Dax for short. They had found him locked an apartment building a few blocks over, chained to the wall.
Brad and Squall pulled Jak to his feet, allowing Bill some freedom to move. Daxter climbed onto Brad’s shoulder, sitting only a foot from Jak. Neither of them looked too good, but Rebecca had kept a medicine pack next to her desk, maybe it was still there. With her and Wesker in the lead and Bill bringing up the rear, Jill lead her ever-growing group back out the back door of the bar and through the back alleys until she finally reached a major road.
The way further south was blocked by a giant pileup that had caught fire. Luckily, the Police Station was just up the road to the north. It was a large, imposing building, a little odd, since it was once a museum. She led them through the main gate, and stopped. Something didn’t seem right. She had Bill take the lead, since he had the best weapon. Brad and Squall followed closely behind, carrying the wounded two along with them. Jill and Wesker brought up the rear.
Bill made it into the Police Station without any interference. He kicked open the doors and motioned for the rest of them to hurry, covering them from the doorway. Squall and co. also entered the building without any trouble, laying Jak down on the counter further in. However, Jill and Wesker only made it halfway, before…
“S.T.A.R.S.”
The two spun around, in time to see the largest monster either had come across. Cloaked in a black trench coat, black pants, and shoes, bits of flesh were missing from its body, and it appeared that tentacles of some sort were sticking out from its shoulders. Looking closer, Jill could see that its head seemed to be stapled together, though it had lost its right eye in the process, and there was no skin around its mouth, giving the monster a permanent toothy grin.
It dropped down from the wall surrounding the precinct, and started walking towards the two of them. They opened fire, with first Bill and then Brad aiding them from the door. But even with the occasional headshot they were getting, the monster continued to approach them, showing no sign of damage. It started getting too close, and the two had to back off, continuing to fire until their clips ran out. Then they dashed for the door, only to hear the thing start to run after them!
The made it through the door in the nick of time, Bill and Brad slamming and locking it behind them. The creature pounded on the door, obviously not happy about losing its prey so easily. However, the doors held, and the monster eventually left. Jill breathed a sigh of relief, glad to see that they had all made it.
“What the hell was that thing?” Bill asked.
“I don’t know,” Jill answered, “but something tells me that’s not the last we’ll see of him. We need to get what we came here for and get out.”
“How could we do an in and out on a building this size?” Brad questioned.
“Split up?” Jill asked, “We could each check out a wing.”
“Honey, that is the worst idea I’ve heard out of you yet,” Bill sighed, “besides, Jak isn’t going anywhere anytime soon.”
“I can stay with him if you want, while the rest of you explore,” Daxter cut in.
“Bill, I’m afraid it’s the only way, unless you want that thing to find us again,” Jill frowned, “Daxter can stay here with Jak then, the rest of you take a door.”
The four men split up, each choosing a door to go through. Bill, mumbling about how stupid this was, took the double doors that would eventually lead him up to Jill’s destination. Brad went up the emergency latter and into the Library; Wesker through the door that would lead to the basement if he searched hard enough and Squall upstairs and through the door to the Waiting Room, leaving Jill alone with Jak and Daxter.
She walked over to the reception desk, and opened a drawer, pulling out a simple handgun, which she handed to Daxter. She hoped he wouldn’t have to use it, but she couldn’t take any chances. After a quick, and what she hoped to be reassuring, pat on the back, she went through the only remaining door, and found herself at the end of a shotgun. However, the police officer holding it quickly realized that she wasn’t a zombie, and relaxed.
“Sorry about that miss,” he apologized, “Can’t be too careful anymore. I’m Marvin. Marvin Branagh.”
“Jill Valentine,” she introduced herself, “listen Marvin, I’ve got a group of survivors, we’re gathering some supplies from here, then getting out of town. You should come.”
Marvin laughed, “good luck finding anything here, that madman Irons scattered everything, before putting a bullet in my leg.”
Marvin walked away, towards the other side of the room. He did have a limp, favoring his right leg, and his left was bandaged. He was a thin black man, with a buzz cut hair and a goatee, and wore the usual police outfit. Jill followed behind him, into the evidence room. He leaned down and opened up a drawer, pulling out a beautiful Blue Gem. He turned around and handed it to Jill.
“Chief Irons doesn’t think I know what this is for, but I’m not stupid,” he said, “This is one of the jewels that go in the security panel for City Hall, I’ll come with you, but if something happens to me, I want you to take it.”
“Alright, now let’s go,” she nodded.
Jill slowly pushed the door on the other side of the evidence room, looking out into the hallway beyond. There where Zombies out there. She closed the door again, and reloaded her handgun, before slamming the door open and shooting down two of the monsters. Then she started off down the hallway, shooting down another Zombie. There was a roar behind her, and see spun around to see a monster like the one that had pinned her rushing at her, only to get blown into the wall.
Marvin limped out of the door, and grinned at her. She smiled back, and motioned for him to follow her. Going slowly so that he could keep up without straining himself, Jill started up the staircase at the end of the hall. The statue at the end of the hall on the second floor was missing its red jewel, but there wasn’t any time to worry about that. She moved through the door at the end of this small hallway, and quickly travelled down the hall into the S.T.A.R.S. office, Marvin following behind as fast as he could.
She ran into Brad in the office. He was sitting at the com panel in the back, the closest thing he had to a desk. She nodded hello to him, then went over to her own desk, pulling out a few spare clips of ammunition and pocketing them. That would see her through a few confrontations. Then she walked over to the weapon cabinet nearby, and opened it, pulling out a magnum revolver, and slipping it into her belt’s second holster. It packed quite a punch, good for big monsters, like the one that may or may not be chasing them.
“A Smith & Wesson, you really think we might need to use that?” Marvin questioned.
“Unfortunately, I do,” Jill sighed, “come on Brad, let’s go.”
Brad nodded, and stood up. First, he hurried over to Rebecca’s desk, and pulled out a disinfectant spray and a roll of gauze bandages. She had forgotten that they needed those for the wounded boys, good thing Brad had remembered! She lead the two back into the hallway, when suddenly, there was the sound of a gunshot coming from the main hall.
The three of them hurried back to the lobby, shortcutting through the library to the lobby. They were in time to see Daxter drop the handgun Jill had given him onto the floor, it fired off another shot into the ground, and then was silent. The three hurried down the emergency ladder, and over to the reception desk. Jak was lying on the floor nearby, a bullet wound in his head. He had managed to get to his feet, and moved towards his friend, before getting his brains blown out.
The Ottsel collapsed to his knees, simply staring at the body on the floor. He was in shock. First Bill and then Squall and Wesker hurried through after him, also aroused by the gunfire. Bill took off his hat and placed it over his heart when he saw Jak, but the others seemed more concerned with Daxter’s condition.
“What happened?” Squall questioned.
“He… Attacked me,” Daxter muttered.
“He was bitten?” Jill yelled, “why the hell were we dragging around a bitten man!?”
“I didn’t know a bite would make him, well, one of them!” Squall answered.
“Dax,” Brad said, trying to calm the Ottsel, “I’m going to disinfect your wounds, and then we are going to get going, okay?”
Daxter only nodded in response. Brad pulled up the disinfectant spray and the gauze, spraying the gauze and then wiping the Ottsel’s cuts. After that was done, he picked Dax up and put him on his shoulder. Then they set off, heading out of the Police Station and back towards the wreck. It was still burn just as fiercely, but there was a gate nearby that was opened with a quick bullet to the padlock holding it closed.
Jill went through first, Wesker and Bill following right behind her, when suddenly, there was an explosion from the building overhead. Debris rained down, destroying the gate, and separating the three from the rest of their party. After the dust settled, Jill ran over to the pile.
“Brad, Marvin, Squall!” she called, hoping that they were alright.
“Jill!” Brad’s voice called back, “Are you alright!?”
“We’re okay,” she confirmed, “but there is no way for us to get back to you!”
“We’ll find another way then!” Marvin called, “You three keep going, and remember that gem!”
Jill sighed, and walked back to her remaining comrades, who had backed away from the rubble a bit. She motioned pasted them, further down the alley.
“Only one way to go.”
Raccoon City, September 28, 1998. All was quiet, as if the entire city had been muted. Suddenly, in a normal Uptown apartment, there was a BANG. Former S.T.A.R.S. Rear Security Specialist Jill Valentine flew out the door, smashing into a nearby dumpster, nearly losing her handgun in the process. She wasn’t very well prepared for this, knee-high boots, black skirt, and blue tube top, with a white sweater tied around her waist. She had barely had enough time to grab her belt and holster before the monsters attacked.
Several such monsters were coming at her through the flames, human Zombies. Slow creatures that could be dealt with a single bullet to the head. But she couldn’t waste her ammo here; instead, she turned, and dashed down a nearby alley, gunning down a pair of Zombies on the way. There was a door just on the other side of another alley, she was almost home free! She climbed over the dumpster and pushed at the door, but it wouldn’t open!
Hearing a noise to her right, Jill turned, and was confronted by a horde of Zombies. She spun around, only to find that way blocked by even more Zombies. Finally, she turned back towards the dumpster, but there were ever Zombies inching their way over top of it! She spun around, facing the door again, drawing her Beretta and shooting out the lock. Then she kicked the door open and ran, not stopping until she climbed a short flight of stairs and slammed a door in an approaching Zombie’s face and locked it tight.
She let out a quick sigh of relief and leaned against the door, sliding down into a sitting position. She made it; she had escaped the monsters for now. Suddenly, a box dropped nearby, launching her to her feet. Once again, she drew her handgun and started towards the box. She rounded the bend, and almost had her head chopped off by a teen with a blade of some sort! In surprise, she jumped backwards, falling off her feet.
The teen with the blade was dressed in black. Black boots, black pants, black gloves, and a black jacket with a furry white fringe, with a white shirt underneath, as well as two red belts crossed together. On his back was a sheath for his blade, which he quickly returned the thing to. Finally, he had a scar running down half his face. He reached out his hand and helped her back to her feet, then looked away.
“Sorry, thought you where one of them,” he sighed.
“Honest mistake I’m sure,” Jill frowned, “what’s your name kid?”
“Squall. Squall Leonhart,” he answered.
“I’m Jill Valentine,” she told him, “Squall, you need to get out of the city. You can come with me if you want.”
“My buddy has to come too then,” Squall stated, before disappearing around a bend.
Jill followed him around, in time to see him helping up another man. This one didn’t look so good; the stomach area of his otherwise blue shirt was stained blood red. Otherwise, he had spiky blond hair, and tan pants, with blue combat boots. He was starting to turn pale from the loss of blood, and seemed only able to stand thanks to Squall’s support.
“No, he’ll slow us down,” Jill immediately snapped.
“She’s right you know,” the wounded man chuckled.
“If he doesn’t come then I don’t,” Squall frowned, “he saved me, I owe him.”
Jill sighed, then threw her hands up, “fine, but keep up.”
She drew her handgun, and walked back towards the door. She heard Squall do his best to keep up, and decided to throw him a bone, and slowed down. The Zombies had cleared out, off to find easier targets. She slowly pushed the door open and walked out, Squall and his friend following her behind. The door to the alley was still wide open, and there were a pair of Zombies hanging around just outside. A bullet to the head took care of each of them, and then she was back on the street.
Squall eventually made it out as well, and Jill started down the road again. There was a man crouched down not too far from her. He was wearing a black hoodie and tan pants, no shoes though. Jill carefully moved towards him, being sure to keep her gun raised. The man looked towards her, then dropped down onto all fours, and shrieked. With a another shriek, he leaped at her, covering a surprising amount of distance and knocking her to the ground before she could even get off a shot. She hit the ground and lost her gun, and it was all she could do to keep him from ripping her to shreds.
There was a short burst of gunfire, and the man flew off of her, rolling a few feet away and stopping all movement. Jill rolled to her feet and snatched her handgun from the ground. Squall and his friend hurried over as fast as they could, and the man who had saved her life walked out of the shadows as well.
He was a man getting along in years, she couldn’t tell if he was balding or not, since he wore a dark blue beret, but he had a full, gray beard. His pants were brown, and he wore a green jacket over a yellow t-shirt, and black combat boots. Jill brushed her skirt off, and nodded thanks to the man, before holstering her gun again.
“Thanks,” she muttered.
“Don’t mention it,” he answered, “I’m Bill.”
“I’m Jill, and this is Squall and…”
“Jak,” the wounded man cut in, “I’m Jak.”
“Jak,” Jill nodded.
Bill nodded, and moved over to pull up Jak’s other side, lessening the burden on Squall. Jill looked at the elderly man confused, then shrugged and drew her handgun again, moving forward again, with her now three comrades following behind. She kept them to the dark alleys, away from the main streets and their larger amounts of Zombies. After clearing out an unnaturally large horde of Zombies, Jill decided that it was time to take a break.
There was a bar nearby, so she quickly led them there. The front door was locked, but she was able to get in through the back door. She slowly moved through the back door, and noticed something in the room. She quickly stepped into the room, and pointed her gun at the two of them, only for them to spin around and both point firearms at her.
One wore a yellow bulletproof vest; overtop a white S.T.A.R.S. shirt, camo pants, and black combat shoes. He was pale, and had brown hair. The other wore a black bulletproof vest, as well as black pants and a dark blue S.T.A.R.S. shirt. He had shades on, and had blond hair. The one in the yellow vest recognized her, and lowered his weapon, and the one in the black vest followed suit as soon as he noticed that his comrade had relaxed.
“I didn’t know you were still alive, Jill,” the yellow vested man grinned.
“Brad! Wesker?” Jill questioned.
How was Wesker still alive? She was sure that the Tyrant had killed him. Even then, he couldn’t have gotten out of the mansion in time. However, he seemed different this time, almost friendly. Squall and Bill quickly moved in after her, laying Jak on the bar counter.
Suddenly, a small, orange and yellow creature poked its head out from under a pinball machine. It was a pitiful sight, really. It was very thin, dirty fur, and had several cuts, with a pair of jeans barely held up by a belt, which was frayed around the edges. One of the legs was a little shorter then the other, revealing a black band of some sort with the remains of a chain on it. It also wore brown finger-less gloves and a pair of goggles. It seemed to recognize Jak, and hurried over to him.
“Hey, Jak, what happened!?” the creature asked.
“Hey Dax, I’m glad to see you made it,” Jak answered weakly, “You don’t look so good buddy.”
“I could say the same thing for you,” the creature replied, eyeing Jak’s bloody stomach worriedly.
“I’ll be all right,” Jak chuckled.
Brad moved over to the creature, and patted it on the back. Then he and Wesker walked over to Jill, Squall, and Bill, who had moved away from the wounded man and his friend. Wesker didn’t seem to recognize Jill, which was odd.
“Captain Wesker, this is Jill Valentine, she was in S.T.A.R.S. with us,” Brad explained.
“Hello Jill,” Wesker nodded, “Who are your friends?”
“This is Squall and Bill,” she answered, motioning to both men respectively, “boys, this is Brad Vickers, and Albert Wesker.”
“We’re heading to the Police Station, then getting out of the city, want to come with us?” Brad asked.
“Sounds like a plan, Brad,” Jill grinned.
After a little convincing, Bill and Squall were both alright with heading to the Police Station before moving on. It would be a good chance for Jill to grab a few things from her desk in the S.T.A.R.S. office. According to Brad, the creature was something called an Ottsel, named Daxter, or Dax for short. They had found him locked an apartment building a few blocks over, chained to the wall.
Brad and Squall pulled Jak to his feet, allowing Bill some freedom to move. Daxter climbed onto Brad’s shoulder, sitting only a foot from Jak. Neither of them looked too good, but Rebecca had kept a medicine pack next to her desk, maybe it was still there. With her and Wesker in the lead and Bill bringing up the rear, Jill lead her ever-growing group back out the back door of the bar and through the back alleys until she finally reached a major road.
The way further south was blocked by a giant pileup that had caught fire. Luckily, the Police Station was just up the road to the north. It was a large, imposing building, a little odd, since it was once a museum. She led them through the main gate, and stopped. Something didn’t seem right. She had Bill take the lead, since he had the best weapon. Brad and Squall followed closely behind, carrying the wounded two along with them. Jill and Wesker brought up the rear.
Bill made it into the Police Station without any interference. He kicked open the doors and motioned for the rest of them to hurry, covering them from the doorway. Squall and co. also entered the building without any trouble, laying Jak down on the counter further in. However, Jill and Wesker only made it halfway, before…
“S.T.A.R.S.”
The two spun around, in time to see the largest monster either had come across. Cloaked in a black trench coat, black pants, and shoes, bits of flesh were missing from its body, and it appeared that tentacles of some sort were sticking out from its shoulders. Looking closer, Jill could see that its head seemed to be stapled together, though it had lost its right eye in the process, and there was no skin around its mouth, giving the monster a permanent toothy grin.
It dropped down from the wall surrounding the precinct, and started walking towards the two of them. They opened fire, with first Bill and then Brad aiding them from the door. But even with the occasional headshot they were getting, the monster continued to approach them, showing no sign of damage. It started getting too close, and the two had to back off, continuing to fire until their clips ran out. Then they dashed for the door, only to hear the thing start to run after them!
The made it through the door in the nick of time, Bill and Brad slamming and locking it behind them. The creature pounded on the door, obviously not happy about losing its prey so easily. However, the doors held, and the monster eventually left. Jill breathed a sigh of relief, glad to see that they had all made it.
“What the hell was that thing?” Bill asked.
“I don’t know,” Jill answered, “but something tells me that’s not the last we’ll see of him. We need to get what we came here for and get out.”
“How could we do an in and out on a building this size?” Brad questioned.
“Split up?” Jill asked, “We could each check out a wing.”
“Honey, that is the worst idea I’ve heard out of you yet,” Bill sighed, “besides, Jak isn’t going anywhere anytime soon.”
“I can stay with him if you want, while the rest of you explore,” Daxter cut in.
“Bill, I’m afraid it’s the only way, unless you want that thing to find us again,” Jill frowned, “Daxter can stay here with Jak then, the rest of you take a door.”
The four men split up, each choosing a door to go through. Bill, mumbling about how stupid this was, took the double doors that would eventually lead him up to Jill’s destination. Brad went up the emergency latter and into the Library; Wesker through the door that would lead to the basement if he searched hard enough and Squall upstairs and through the door to the Waiting Room, leaving Jill alone with Jak and Daxter.
She walked over to the reception desk, and opened a drawer, pulling out a simple handgun, which she handed to Daxter. She hoped he wouldn’t have to use it, but she couldn’t take any chances. After a quick, and what she hoped to be reassuring, pat on the back, she went through the only remaining door, and found herself at the end of a shotgun. However, the police officer holding it quickly realized that she wasn’t a zombie, and relaxed.
“Sorry about that miss,” he apologized, “Can’t be too careful anymore. I’m Marvin. Marvin Branagh.”
“Jill Valentine,” she introduced herself, “listen Marvin, I’ve got a group of survivors, we’re gathering some supplies from here, then getting out of town. You should come.”
Marvin laughed, “good luck finding anything here, that madman Irons scattered everything, before putting a bullet in my leg.”
Marvin walked away, towards the other side of the room. He did have a limp, favoring his right leg, and his left was bandaged. He was a thin black man, with a buzz cut hair and a goatee, and wore the usual police outfit. Jill followed behind him, into the evidence room. He leaned down and opened up a drawer, pulling out a beautiful Blue Gem. He turned around and handed it to Jill.
“Chief Irons doesn’t think I know what this is for, but I’m not stupid,” he said, “This is one of the jewels that go in the security panel for City Hall, I’ll come with you, but if something happens to me, I want you to take it.”
“Alright, now let’s go,” she nodded.
Jill slowly pushed the door on the other side of the evidence room, looking out into the hallway beyond. There where Zombies out there. She closed the door again, and reloaded her handgun, before slamming the door open and shooting down two of the monsters. Then she started off down the hallway, shooting down another Zombie. There was a roar behind her, and see spun around to see a monster like the one that had pinned her rushing at her, only to get blown into the wall.
Marvin limped out of the door, and grinned at her. She smiled back, and motioned for him to follow her. Going slowly so that he could keep up without straining himself, Jill started up the staircase at the end of the hall. The statue at the end of the hall on the second floor was missing its red jewel, but there wasn’t any time to worry about that. She moved through the door at the end of this small hallway, and quickly travelled down the hall into the S.T.A.R.S. office, Marvin following behind as fast as he could.
She ran into Brad in the office. He was sitting at the com panel in the back, the closest thing he had to a desk. She nodded hello to him, then went over to her own desk, pulling out a few spare clips of ammunition and pocketing them. That would see her through a few confrontations. Then she walked over to the weapon cabinet nearby, and opened it, pulling out a magnum revolver, and slipping it into her belt’s second holster. It packed quite a punch, good for big monsters, like the one that may or may not be chasing them.
“A Smith & Wesson, you really think we might need to use that?” Marvin questioned.
“Unfortunately, I do,” Jill sighed, “come on Brad, let’s go.”
Brad nodded, and stood up. First, he hurried over to Rebecca’s desk, and pulled out a disinfectant spray and a roll of gauze bandages. She had forgotten that they needed those for the wounded boys, good thing Brad had remembered! She lead the two back into the hallway, when suddenly, there was the sound of a gunshot coming from the main hall.
The three of them hurried back to the lobby, shortcutting through the library to the lobby. They were in time to see Daxter drop the handgun Jill had given him onto the floor, it fired off another shot into the ground, and then was silent. The three hurried down the emergency ladder, and over to the reception desk. Jak was lying on the floor nearby, a bullet wound in his head. He had managed to get to his feet, and moved towards his friend, before getting his brains blown out.
The Ottsel collapsed to his knees, simply staring at the body on the floor. He was in shock. First Bill and then Squall and Wesker hurried through after him, also aroused by the gunfire. Bill took off his hat and placed it over his heart when he saw Jak, but the others seemed more concerned with Daxter’s condition.
“What happened?” Squall questioned.
“He… Attacked me,” Daxter muttered.
“He was bitten?” Jill yelled, “why the hell were we dragging around a bitten man!?”
“I didn’t know a bite would make him, well, one of them!” Squall answered.
“Dax,” Brad said, trying to calm the Ottsel, “I’m going to disinfect your wounds, and then we are going to get going, okay?”
Daxter only nodded in response. Brad pulled up the disinfectant spray and the gauze, spraying the gauze and then wiping the Ottsel’s cuts. After that was done, he picked Dax up and put him on his shoulder. Then they set off, heading out of the Police Station and back towards the wreck. It was still burn just as fiercely, but there was a gate nearby that was opened with a quick bullet to the padlock holding it closed.
Jill went through first, Wesker and Bill following right behind her, when suddenly, there was an explosion from the building overhead. Debris rained down, destroying the gate, and separating the three from the rest of their party. After the dust settled, Jill ran over to the pile.
“Brad, Marvin, Squall!” she called, hoping that they were alright.
“Jill!” Brad’s voice called back, “Are you alright!?”
“We’re okay,” she confirmed, “but there is no way for us to get back to you!”
“We’ll find another way then!” Marvin called, “You three keep going, and remember that gem!”
Jill sighed, and walked back to her remaining comrades, who had backed away from the rubble a bit. She motioned pasted them, further down the alley.
“Only one way to go.”
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