Hi from your Naughty Alpha! This is only my second story so sorry if there are any issues and I hope you enjoy anyway. This takes place in the first installment of the Resident Evil game series right after Jill and Chris return home. It is from Jill's point of view so obviously it follows her version of events not Chris's. And this part is irrelevant to my story but this also follows the "good ending path" of the game where both Chris and Berry survive alongside Jill. The first chapter won't have any lovin but don't give up I will add it in when its time. Please review so I know what you think!

Disclaimer: *sighs* Your Alpha owns nothing…

Feeling Alive

I was so numb. Not even relaxed, I couldn't relax after all that had happened…had it really just been one night that all this crazy shit went down? It felt like so long. I wasn't sure if I was ever going to get out of that place. I was relived but that was really the only feeling I could focus on….well that and the shock of actually surviving with both my boys. When the helicopter landed Berry took off to start trying to find his family. I wasn't mad at him for almost killing me…what was it, twice? But I was still so pissed at Brad. Fucking cowardly prick. Oh hey another emotion I can define right now. I guess I'm making progress.

I hadn't so much as looked at him when I climbed of the chopper so; obviously, he got no thanks from me. Chris had though and I couldn't understand why, but I guess I also didn't really care. When I headed for my car Chris caught up to me and insisted he drive me home. Said that I had to be too exhausted to drive myself. And he was probably right so I handed him the keys, climbed into the passenger's seat and told him my address without a fight.

Now I was sitting, staring out the window. It was still early; the sun had just started rising as we made out escape from that horrible place. It felt weird to be this tired when normally I would be getting out of bed for my morning shower around now. All I wanted was to have that morning shower and collapse naked into my bed and sleep for at least the next week. But I doubted I would be sleeping, and if I did I knew there would have to be nightmares. After all, I just couldn't relax.

I looked over at Chris. He hadn't had to run around that fucking madhouse like I had, but he still wasn't in much better shape than me. He had been locked in that cell all night with no way to figure out what was happening and no way out. And then when I initiated the self-destruct sequence and he heard the alarm calling for an evacuation he was completely positive he was going to die. He didn't tell me, he didn't have to. I saw it in his eyes the moment I opened the door. After all what were the chances that I'd be able to figure out how to get the damn door open? Little did he know that the chances were actually really good since I'd already spent half the night figuring out all kinds or ridiculous puzzles, so that one was a piece of cake. But the other half of the night….

"Jill?" Chris said ripping me away from a trail of thought that I did not need to be going down right now.

"Oh…what?" He must have already said something by the way he was looking at me.

He smiled, just a little, "I said that we are here."

I looked back out the window and sure enough we were parked outside my apartment building. Thank god I was on the first floor. I could not handle the work of stairs right now. We got out of the car and Chris walked ne to the door and handed me my keys so I could get it open. The first thing I did was strip off all of my weapons and put them on the kitchen table, I'd put them up properly later.

"Jill?"

"Hm?"

"Can I borrow your car to get back to my place? I'll come back tomorrow and you can take me to get mine back at HQ."

Oh god…I couldn't be alone right now. I knew I was safe here but I just couldn't. I'd been mostly on my own al night…facing all those things by myself…I couldn't handle any more solitude. Maybe he would stay here if I asked? We hadn't known each other for too long but we hit it off right away and became good friends on top of already being partners…it wouldn't hurt to…

"Chris can you stay here with me? Please…" he didn't answer right away so I turned to look at him, and he was giving me a confused look. "It's just….I can't be alone right now I just…." And then he was hugging me, only then did I realize my hands were shaking and my voice must have cracked.

"I get it, Jill. Of course I will stay with you. Although I don't really want to sleep in these clothes…"

Oh right, duh, of course he didn't have a change of clothes…damn it I couldn't make him stay in those…and then I felt the panic of being alone before he continued.

"Would it be okay for me to use your shower after you and…uh…you know…maybe just sleep in my boxers…?

"Yes!" I said, a little too enthusiastically from relief. I started backwards down the hall toward the bathroom. "I'll…uh try not to take to terribly long. Um…make yourself at home. Raid my kitchen if you're hungry.

"Maybe I'll do that." He said, and I caught him smiling at me again before I turned around. That same sad smile like he thought I was going to crumble and break into a million tiny pieces. And shit he might be right.

I shut myself in the bathroom, no habit telling me to lock it since this was my home. And then I saw my bathtub and….oh god…that thing…that fucking zombie…had been in the bathtub. Funny that smashing its head into the tile floor was the only thing that had caused me to be physically sick all night. That stupid, simple thing instead of any of the worse things….everything else had been worse than that. And still, I eyed the tub while I stripped out of my filthy and otherwise ruined clothes, and I still watched it as I turned on the separate two person shower stall and got in. Which was stupid…the damn tub was empty for god's sake…not like the tub in the mansion….

Okay no enough of that right now, I told myself firmly. But my mind didn't want to listen, for some reason it wanted to recount all of the fucked up things that had happened. The first monster wasn't so bad, just one lone zombie. But everything after that….so many infected dogs…crashing through windows, attacking me on the balcony because I had no choice but to call them. Then memories of the dogs decided to drag everything else along with them. I couldn't fight it so I just stood in the spray and let the memories come. Finding that if I didn't get a clean headshot or burn the fucking zombie corpses they came back a second time…and oh god…they could run…and their claws. The giant snake in the attic, oh and Richard…poor sweet Richard…the snake had swallowed him whole. The monster girl in chains that wore faces like a mask…Lisa…giant spiders…giant sharks…oh the shark had tried to crash through the window.

I was shaking now…panic taking over even though I was safe and I knew I was safe. But oh god I was still all alone. I sank to the floor and cried out, the tears from my sobs mixing with the shower water that fell like rain all over my body. I just let the panic take me, all I wanted was to get this first attack over with. I brought my knees up to my chest and sobbed uncontrollably. I guess I did break after all.

Please remember to let me know what you think! And don't fret there will be some Jill x Chris lovin when the time is right.