Biohazard 1.9: The Continuing Horror
Writers note: At the end of Biohazard 1.5, I said I would make a new saga charting Jill's experiences in B1.5's timeframe. Well, here it is, and hopefully it will be as good as (if not better) than my previous offering. Here we go...
Chapter one.
She had seen the horrors of the T-Virus first hand, she had seen friends die because of it, she had seen the Arklay labs go up in flames, and now she was watching her city fall to the very same virus, "She" was Jill Valentine, former STARS officer...
She stood at her apartment window, looking out in disbelief as the streets below filled with the screams of the city's population running for their lives, or just reaching the end of them...
"How...?" Jill asked herself, moving away from the grim sight that now replaced what was once a pleasent one, instead of people innocently getting on with their lives as usual, there was now people falling victim to hideous, flesh eating zombies, having various veins/arteries punctured by the teeth of their attackers who sought to add them to their legion of the undead.
"I have to get out of here..." Jill said out aloud, walking to a cupboard and pulling out a box with her old profession's logo on it, clicking open the locks and pulling out the STARS Beretta that had seen her through "The Masion Incident".
Once she had loaded one of only two magazines into her trusty weapon, she took one last look around her apartment, seeing as this was more than likely the last time she would ever gaze upon it ever again.
Coming to view immedeately was a picture on her bedside table, showing her and her friends in a better time, before the shadow of the Umbrella corporation tainted their lives.
"Wish me luck guys..." She said with a tear welling in her eye and heading for the door.
Outside was mayhem, everywhere she looked, Jill could see either dead or dying people, their blood staining the floor permanently.
"My god...How could Umbrella do this?!" She gasped, running over and kicking a zombie off of a narby civilian and helping them to their feet, telling them to run, then darting off in any clear direction she could to begin her escape.
Even though she had faced plenty of these monsters before, Jill's fear was still as intense as the first time she came face to face with the one at the mansion, the one which was feasting on her collegue Kenneth's throat. This fear compelled her to keep running, no matter how bad the aching in her legs got, or no matter how bad the rubbing of her boots got on her feet and shins.
The streets became a blur, the breathing got heavy, and the legs got excrutiatingly painful as the fear grew in her. She'd only been running for a short time, but already she needed to stop...But where?
"Hey!," Called a voice from nearby, "In here!"
There stood a stout man in a torn business suit, holding open a door to a warehouse, seemingly free of zombie infestation. Jill took no hesitation in making one more dash over to what looked like a safe haven.
The man promptly closed and locked the door as soon as Jill ran in, helping her up after she fell to her knees in exhaustion.
"Hey, I'm Dario, Dario Rosso, thank god there's still someone out there!"
"Jill Valentine..." Jill panted in reply, "...You the only one here?"
"Nah...My daughter's upstairs sleeping, bless her!"
"Wow, she managed to get to sleep in all that's going on around her?" Jill asked with a small chuckle.
"Yeah, she's a brave little one!" Dario laughed, "Better go and check on her!"
Moving past Jill, Dario moved quickly up some nearby stairs to the office that was located on the top floor of the warehouse, Jill closed her eyes and sighed, had she found safety at last?
Out of curiosity, Jill headed up the stairs to see how her fellow survivors were doing, but a grim sight awaited her. For there sat Dario, cradling his daughter, who hung limply.
"Dario..." Jill said breathlessly.
"She's just sleeping...Yeah, sleeping!" Dario muttered, brushing his daughters hair out of her face.
"Dario...She's d-"
"NO! No she's not!" He snapped back, standing up and walking out the room with his daughter still in his arms.
Jill watched as Dario clambered into a nearby truck trailer, slamming the door shut, and clicking a lock into place, she ran over and banged on the door.
"I'm not coming out, NEVER! Just leave me alone!" He shouted through the door.
Jill began to walk towards the door, promising to bring someone to help, but there was no reply, so she left with her head hung low, she was on her own again. She knew she had to leave the safety of the warehouse to find someone sane, who could work with her to escape the hellhole of Raccoon City.
Things suddenly turned quiet as she moved through the back alleys leading from the warehouse, no zombies in sight, nor any signs of disturbance. Yet Jill stayed alert, refusing to drop her guard, keeping her gun raised and ready to shoot.
The disturbing yet welcome silence soon disappeared as the familiar groans returned, albeit muffled from behind a nearby door, which didn't look as if it would take much to fall down, so it was best not to alert anything behind it to her presence. Jill tried to tiptoe by it, but as she predicted it crashed down, releasing a surprisingly high ammount of zombies, some crashing down by her feet, grabbing her with their decaying hands, trying to pull her into the crowd.
A swift kick released her from their grip and she scurried back into the closest wall in attempt to get to her feet, and once she had, she began to run, until she got back out into the streets, back into the crowds.
It was then that Jill realised that she was surrounded, making her run once again, into a street absolutely packed with the flesh eaters, who all took a fancy to Jill as their next conquest. Jill looked around for a means of escape, only to realise that she'd been cornered, as a crowd had followed her, waiting for her to tire.
"How are you gonna get out of this one, eh Jill?" She muttered to herself, not even bothering to raise her gun, realising it would be pointless.
"Hey you!" Called a male voice with a russian accent, "Get down!"
Jill looked over to the voice's direction and saw what seemed like five soldiers standing there, she saw no point in arguing and dropped down low.
"Open fire!" the russian voice called, as all five soldiers raised their weapons, ranging from handguns to assault rifles.
A hail of bullets was released and in a matter of seconds, stopped, Jill stood up as one of the soldiers walked over to her.
"Are you alright ma'am?" The soldier, who had medium length brown hair and a vague brazillian accent.
"I'm fine..." Jill replied looking towards the group, "...Who are you?"
"We," Started the russian accented soldier, "Are part of the UBCS, here to get civilians like you out of here!..."
To Be Continued...
Writers note: Ok, there we go! First chapter is up! Sorry for the delay, I wrote out one version and it sucked so I deleted and started anew and here's the finished product, hope you all enjoyed!
- Resiaddict
