Now, Ive been a fan of resident evil ever since i saw the character of HUNK. in my opinion, the man doesn't get many meaningful appearances that he deserves. I also notice there aren't many HUNK fanfics around. I consider this a waste, he is a wonderful character who could add a lot more to the series. How he would interact with different characters would be very interesting.
For the record, i haven't gotten a chance to play much RE, but ill be using the wiki and youtube to help me out with things. i do, however have a lot of knowledge on HUNK of course lol. Some things will be changed deliberately, like fewer characters will be present, the dates might be a bit different, for the sake of this fan fiction. anyways, here you go. It's set during resident evil 3. In my opinion, Jill and HUNK would be an interesting pair. She works with S.T.A.R.S., he works for Umbrella. Both are good at working independently, they're both tough survivors. but what if they had to work together?. after this story, i may write more HUNK story's, where he meets up with the different female protagonists of the series. this chapter will be a bit short, but it'll help set up the next one, so, ya. here you go
September 29th, 1998, Front of Raccoon city Police department
The inhuman moaning rang throughout the dark streets. The shuffle of feet approaching slowly, followed. The stench of rotted flesh and smoke filled the night air. Broken, burnt out cars littered the main street.
Jill Valentine leveled her twin Berretta 92F's at the lead zombie's head's, and she opened fire.
Shot's echoed through the street.
A pair of zombie's in police uniforms dropped to the ground in front of her. A third woman zombie's decaying head snapped backwards at the weapons force, and it tumbled.
Jill heard a snarl and turned to her right.
A rabid Cerberus bounded towards her, blood and drool pouring out of it's mouth as it barked viciously.
Jill took careful aim as it neared, and she put three bullets in it's head. It yelped as one tore through the creature's eye, and the thing collapsed, twitching.
Despite this, dozens, maybe even hundred's of zombies continued shuffling down the street, towards the gate. Jill checked her ammo. Only a couple spare clips were left in the straps that hung on her bare shoulders. She brushed a dangling piece of her brown hair out of her eyes as she scanned a few of the burning buildings briefly.
A huge, dark figure stood in front of a building in the distance, clutching Brad Vicker's corpse. It pointed it's tentacled hand at her and hissed furiously.
"SSSSSSTARRRRRSSS!"
It dropped Brad's body casually, and began pacing towards the station.
There's too many of them! I can't stay out here. If that Nemesis doesn't kill me, the zombie's will!, She thought to herself.
A zombie shuffled slowly foreword and it attempted to grab her and pull her in. She quickly stepped aside and stuck out her leg, tripping it to the ground, where it struggled to get back to it's feet.
Jill raised a boot and brought it down the back of the creature's neck. The crunch and snapping of bone rang in her ears.
She turned back behind her to the heavy doors of the Raccoon City Police Department. Jill ran away from the crowd of zombies, past the opposing lamps in front of the station.
She gripped the door's metal handles.
Please don't be locked. Please don't be locked.
Miraculously, the door was unlocked.
She swung it open and rushed inside. A split second scan told her there were no zombies inside the main department hall, apart from quite a few of their dead bodies littering the station.
As she turned back and slammed the door shut behind her, a rotting arm poked through as the door slammed shut, pinning it's arm. Jill pushed her body against the door, trying to keep it shut. The thing's hand still attempted to grab and claw at Jill. The loud moaning traveled through the crack in the doorway, and it rang throughout the empty police department.
I need to get this thing closed and locked or they'll push their way in. I can't while that bastard's arm is wedged in the door.
Jill stepped back from the door for a few seconds, drew her boot back and smashed it into the arm. Every finger on the thing's hand broke, pointing in every which direction. The arm tilted in an unnatural angle.
Next, she threw the door open rapidly, revealing the crowd of zombies in front of the station. The zombie in the doorway, formerly a young man in a bright T-shirt, stood upright, moaning, and attempted to grab Jill's neck.
Jill knocked it's crippled arm aside, drew back her boot again and brought it full strength into the Zombie's mid section.
It stumbled backwards, knocking several other zombies down to the ground with it.
Jill didn't give them the chance to try again. She quickly slammed the heavy door shut, clicked all the door's locks shut and turned to a large desk near the door.
This door needs all the reinforcement it can get.
She stepped towards the heavy desk and grabbed it by the front. Next, she dragged it over to the door and slid it against the door.
The moaning no longer echoed through the station, but she could still hear them, muffled outside, along with the furious pounding and scraping of hand's on the door.
Jill wiped some sweat from her forehead.
There... there.. now I have some time to think this out.
She turned back to where she found the desk, and sat down at the desk's chair. She straightened out her black skirt and crossed her legs.
Jill checked the clips in her Beretta's. They were both half empty. She inserted them back in and pulled back the hammers.
How am i going to get out of here? That Nemesis is stalking me everywhere I go.. and that horde is outside and... Ok, calm down Jill, keep a clear head. You're a S.T.A.R. for Christ's sake! You survived the mansion already, and you're surviving this outbreak, She told herself firmly.
She fully scanned the main hall of the department again. There were a pair of dead Lickers, their long tongues hanging out, a large group of dead blood covered zombies and some Cerberi lying mangled in a corner. There were a lot of bullet hole's all over the Lickers. Each zombie had a single shot in their forehead's. Brass bullet casing's littered the floor.
Someone might have already passed through here not too long ago... those kills look fresh. It doesn't look like there's anybody left in the station, she thought to herself. I wonder where Chief Irons is... if there's any other surviving officers. There was some gunfire in some of the districts.
She stood up quickly and and ran towards the center of the hall, to the main desk. A medical spray sat on the counter beside the computer. She smiled and grabbed it, placing it in her shoulder belt.
"Can't have too many of these", She said aloud, sitting again at one of the chairs.
The desk was cluttered, and a radio set sat on the counter near the computer monitor. She knocked aside some of the reports, and they spilled to the ground.
Jill turned it on, and there was nothing but faint static. She played with it a bit, changing the stations, but nothing happened.
She shook her head, then closed her eyes, attempting to block out the haunting image of Brad's horribly twisted body and the hammering on the door across the hall.
You didn't deserve to die, Brad. I'm so sorry I couldn't save you, She thought sadly.
She forced the image out of her head and calmed herself.
Nothing on the radio.. no transmission's. Now I need to get out of this building. Those thing's could break through any minute, especially if the Nemesis decides to come in here. Let's see... I need to get to the roof, climb to an adjacent building.. find a way out of the city.
As Jill began formulating her plan, suddenly, there was a creaking of the balcony floor above, followed by the loud thud of feet landing on the ground behind her, and the cocking of a gun.
Jill spun frantically and aimed both of her Pistols at the tall figure now standing behind her.
She looked at the figure, fully taking in the appearance.
"Who are you?", She demanded finally.
There you go, a short chapter, but i cant wait to write the next one. i hope your interested. Any reviews, ideas, encouragments, would be greatly appreciated. Thank you for reading.