Disclaimer: I've bet you've heard this over and over before well
you're gonna hear it again. I don't own Resident Evil or its
characters so there.
Authors Note: This is my fist full-fledged FAN FIC, so don't blame me if it isn't good.
Prologue:
Jill ran across the platform as Barry and Claire followed her. It was there final mission, but how could things have gone so terribly wrong? The fires raged on and Chris was nowhere in sight. He'd gone back to get Sherry. Apparently, They'd gotten a call from a strange man saying that Umbrella's using all of its last tiny resources to build one last Tyrant class monster. It had been a trap planned by an unknown organization. They all sprinted for the roof as Leon flew an emergency helicopter towards the building. "Hurry! Get on!" yelled Leon. Barry jumped on and stretched out his hand to help Jill on. "Take my hand!" asked Barry pleadingly. "No, I have to wait for Chris and Sherry, they're still-" "There's no time! Get on before we all die!" yelled Barry. Boom! There was a sound like crumbling wood. Then shadowy figure ran out. Jill's heart skipped a beat. It was Sherry, and by the looks of it she was running out breath. She yelled out, "Chris is stuck! We have to help him!" The building was crumbling as she spoke and then there was a loud crackle. "Barry grab Sherry, we're leaving now!" yelled Leon. Jill was about to protest but Leon quickly interrupted, "Jill! I know how you feel about Chris but," he fumbled for the right words, "we have go. Think of Sherry, she's only 12. It's not her time to die. Chris will-he'll be alright." The helicopter flew off as the burning building crumbled. "Jill! Jill" it was Chris's voice.
Then Jill woke up. She looked at the time it was 3 in the morning. She'd been having the same dream over and over for the past week. She looked at a picture of her and Chris and felt the same pain that she'd felt since that horrid day.
Authors Note: This is my fist full-fledged FAN FIC, so don't blame me if it isn't good.
Prologue:
Jill ran across the platform as Barry and Claire followed her. It was there final mission, but how could things have gone so terribly wrong? The fires raged on and Chris was nowhere in sight. He'd gone back to get Sherry. Apparently, They'd gotten a call from a strange man saying that Umbrella's using all of its last tiny resources to build one last Tyrant class monster. It had been a trap planned by an unknown organization. They all sprinted for the roof as Leon flew an emergency helicopter towards the building. "Hurry! Get on!" yelled Leon. Barry jumped on and stretched out his hand to help Jill on. "Take my hand!" asked Barry pleadingly. "No, I have to wait for Chris and Sherry, they're still-" "There's no time! Get on before we all die!" yelled Barry. Boom! There was a sound like crumbling wood. Then shadowy figure ran out. Jill's heart skipped a beat. It was Sherry, and by the looks of it she was running out breath. She yelled out, "Chris is stuck! We have to help him!" The building was crumbling as she spoke and then there was a loud crackle. "Barry grab Sherry, we're leaving now!" yelled Leon. Jill was about to protest but Leon quickly interrupted, "Jill! I know how you feel about Chris but," he fumbled for the right words, "we have go. Think of Sherry, she's only 12. It's not her time to die. Chris will-he'll be alright." The helicopter flew off as the burning building crumbled. "Jill! Jill" it was Chris's voice.
Then Jill woke up. She looked at the time it was 3 in the morning. She'd been having the same dream over and over for the past week. She looked at a picture of her and Chris and felt the same pain that she'd felt since that horrid day.