Know your limits

Jill rolled her shoulders. "How far until we reach this mythical place that has ammo?" She asked, loading her last clip into her pistol.

"Actually..." He opened a door to a large building for her(chivalry was not dead, Jill had learned), and she stepped through. "We're there."

"Oh... The RPD building?" she asked. "I was just hired here. Well, before this apocolypse shit."

"Really? What section?" he asked, surprised.

"The Special Tactics and Rescue Squad. I was gonna be the new B&E expert," she replied simply.

Chris was taken slightly aback. "Really? I worked in STARS."

"You did?" She gave him a surprised look. "What were you?"

"Marksman." He thought for a moment. "Wait... I had heard that there was going to be a new person on the team. And what's more, I was going to be partnered with whoever it was..."

She gave him another surprised look. "We were gonna be partners?" She laughed lightly. "With how this whole thing has been working out, I don't think Wesker knew what he was getting himself into."

Chris chuckled. "I don't think so. When were you supposed to start?"

"In a day." She followed as he directed her down a hallway in the building. "How long have you worked in it?"

"A little over a year. I kinda got kicked out of the Airforce," he admitted, showing her through yet another door.

"Why?" She stepped through, pulling him by his wrist.

"I disobeyed orders. They were going to leave one of my men alone in the enemy's territory. I went back and got him. They didn't like that." He sighed and clenched his fists at a memory. She gently placed a (free) hand on his arm as a small sign to comfort him and capture his attention.

"C'mon, Chris. Let's go."

He nodded.

A half an hour later, Jill had refilled her supply of ammo, and attained a medic's bag to carry some clips in. She had the bag slung over her shoulder, in reach of her free hand. Chris had grabbed a few more rounds for his shotgun as well.

"You ready?"

"Yeah," Jill replied. "We should get out of the city. Which way should we head?"

"They've got all of the roads blocked off to contain the virus. We'll need to find an underground route. Unfortunately, that means we might have to go through the sewer," he spoke.

"Ew... I might have a better idea," she mentioned. "I knew a guy on the edge of the city who was a bit of a conspiracy theorist."

"... And?"

"He was paranoid as all hell. He had a tunnel built in his basement that led out of the city. And it just so happens, we can get there pretty easily from here." She smiled. "We can cut through the back of the RPD building. If we can make it about three blocks, we'll be at his house."

"Sounds good. I'd say lead the way but..." He raised the wrist that was cuffed to hers gently. "I think we'll have to walk together."

"Yeah," she dragged out the word. She jerked him foreward by the wrist. "Let's go."

He obediantly continued on with her.

Although one could not walk infront of the other, Jill led Chris where they needed to go as if he were a lost puppy. He followed, not minding it. She made sure not to hurt him whenever pulling on the cuffs, and he did as well when he needed to tug on them. They talked quietly as the walked, careful to avoid as many infected as possible. All in all, they got along, working together.

"Did you hear that?" Jill asked, glancing behind them.

"No. What?"

"Shhh..." Both froze, listening in the distance. Very faintly, they heard a dog bark. "Hear it that time?"

"Yeah. And for some reason, I don't trust that dog to be uninfected. Let's get to this house, and quick."