Chapter 4

Jill killed it. She didn't know how, but she killed it!

Where head shots had failed and blasts at the stomach, limbs and even the chest failed, shooting it square in the heart did the trick. When the hulking form collapsed and remained still, she breathed a great sigh of relief.

"Some super virus that was," she sighed as she reloaded her revolver. Her cut and dirty fingers pulled out the spent cases before she slide in fresh, dependable, rounds.

The only thought that came to mind was: I love this gun.

With the flick of the wrist, the gun's catch snapped closed. Making her feel so much more safe knowing she had this weapon in her hand.

Jill walked out of the lab and rode up to the floor above. The doors opened and there stood Barry, with his face lowered to the ground. He looked up at Jill in surprise and had a look of relief cover his face soon after.

"Hurry!" he shouted as they ran through the hall. The self destruct sequence came on, unlocking all the emergency exits.

Chris!

She ran as fast as she could towards the hall that held her partner. The naked zombies were roaming the halls again, blocking off their exit and wasting their precious time.

"Let me take care of them, Jill!" shouted Barry as he started to shoot the zombies one by one, "Go get Chris!"

With a quick nod, she bolted in between the undead and heard a loud screech echo throughout the halls.

Oh no... not them again!

She looked up and one of the reptilian monsters jumped in front of her. It's clawed feet clicked against the concrete as it marched towards Jill.

With a smirk, she raised the colt python and aimed it towards it's head.

"Not this time."

The gun gave off a little kick after it fired, but she held it firmly in both of her hands. Just one shot killed those 'hunters', and she was glad she could make her way towards Chris's cell.

She ripped the multiple doors open as she ran towards the tiny prison. Her feet flew and pushed herself off the top step, letting her jump off the small stair case and landing safely on the ground as she ran through the hall. The alarm kept blaring, telling her that they only had a few more minutes left to live.

The will to live kept her going, making her body block out the pain aching in her legs and chest.

At the end of the hall was the room what held Chris captive. Jill gripped the handle and it turned open, letting her friend free.

"Jill!"

Chris stood up and rushed over to the room quickly, his hand wrapped around his familiar firearm.

"What's going on!"

"We have to get out of here! The place is gonna self destruct in any minute!"

She grabbed his hand firmly and they began to run back up the hall and reach the top floor of the lab. Zombies of old scientists filled the hall, but Chris and Jill took care of them, easy.

The buckshot from the shotgun Jill brought would scatter and take out a few of them at a time, while Chris shot others in the head with his handgun.

They both made it up the ladder to the top of the lab complex. Much to their relief, Barry and Rebecca were waiting by the door with looks of relief when they saw their friends emerge from the under ground.

"HURRY!" shouted Barry once again, waving his arm as he and the rookie started to run down yet another hallway.

Jill and the others rounded the corner when the broken radio that Richard had given her started to beep, sending her a message,

"This is Brad... Running out of fuel... If there is anyone alive, contact me now, ok? This is the last time..." the radio faded out and it became static once again. The remainder of S.T.A.R.S. looked at each other and had huge grins.

Thank you, Chickenheart, you've saved us all.


Rebecca found a battery on the ground as they ran and then found out it went into the wall for the final elevator.

All of them wondered just how that happened. Was some one trying to sabotage them. Could it have been Wesker?

No. It couldn't be him. The tyrant... it killed him... right? No one could come back from that...

Then again, if tonight proved anything... its that sometimes the dead won't stay dead.

Suddenly- the horrible screech of monsters filled the hall that they had just been in. The look of dread filled their eyes, thinking that they would never get out of this nightmare.

"Oh no, you have to be kidding! After we've come all the way here!"

Chris looked at Jill and smiled softly,

"Ladies first! Go Jill! Rebecca!"

The two women looked at each other and shook their heads.

"But Chris!"

His blue eyes locked with Jill's grey and then he gave a small wink,

"Give me a chance to play nice guy, huh?"

With a nod, Jill looked at Rebecca and then back at her partner,

"Ok, I leave it up to you two. See you both at the heliport."

After that, Rebecca and Jill walked onto the elevator and pressed the button that lead to the roof. As they rode, the voice from the alarm suddenly spoke, which made their hopes plummet.

"Three minutes until explosion."

Chris...

When the elevator car stopped, the two ran off onto the roof to find anything that could signal Brad.

To the right, beside the door, was a large box that read 'emergency flare'

"Thank God!" sighed Jill with relief. She and Rebecca dragged the large box into the middle of the heliport and lit up the flares.

The young rookie looked up at the sky and tried to see if she could find the helicopter.

"Do you think he'll come?" she asked softly. Jill detected trembling in her voice and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"I'm sure of it."

The two waited for a few seconds until they saw the Alpha team's helicopter in the distance. They waved at Brad and moved off the pad to give him room to land.

"BRAD!" shouted a man's voice from behind. The two girls looked behind and saw Chris and Barry exiting the elevator. They looked like they hadn't gotten into any trouble down in the hall.

They ran over to the heliport and were stopped suddenly. Back by the elevator door, the concrete ground started to crack and give way.

The look of horror filled Jill's eyes as she watched the Tyrant leap out of the hole.

"GET BACK!" she shouted, grabbing her revolver instantly. She'd make damn sure she'd kill that monster for good.

The sounds of gunshots could be heard as the four survivors began to shoot the freak of nature, trying to take it out.

It looked like it had mutated, the talons were longer and the skin was a different color. But the heart, that was still outside of it's chest, and everyone knew what it's one weakness was.

Suddenly- it made a mad dash towards Rebecca and crashed into her full force, knocking her across the port and crashing into a wall. She was still conscious somehow, but Barry began shouting at Tyrant to catch it's attention.

"Hey you! Get over here!" he began shooting round into the back of it's head to make it aggravated at the older man.

It did just the trick and it started to charge at Barry, letting out an inhuman roar. Chris began shooting it in the heart as Barry barely dodged it's quick attack. Jill felt helpless, she couldn't kill the monster. They'd all die.

"JILL!"

The officer looked up at the helicopter and watched Brad throw something out of the window.

"It's coming! Jill, kill that monster!"

She looked down at the rocket launcher he had thrown and the hugest grin filled her face.

Bingo.

The tyrant decided to run towards her all of a sudden, making her duck and roll for the weapon that was on the ground. She picked up the large gun and aimed it right at the tyrant's chest.

She squeezed the trigger, sending a rocket right at it. But to her horror, the tyrant hit the missile away from it, making it strike into the side of the building.

"You can do it, Jill!" shouted Chris loudly. She glanced to the side and saw that he and Barry were supporting Rebecca in between them. She was barely conscious and blood was trickling down the side of her head.

Jill Valentine was never so nervous in her life. The clock was ticking down and she only had a few more shots to make.

Umbrella's Tyrant walked slowly towards her, it's sinister look struck fear in her heart.

"JILL! NOW!"

She squeezed the trigger one last time, watching a missile go right into the chest of the monster, exploding it into a million pieces.

Burnt chunks of flesh and bone rained from the sky as Brad landed the helicopter onto the pad. Barry and Chris helped an injured Rebecca into the bird as quickly as they could.

Jill threw the rocket launcher onto the ground and came up to the door.

"You did good, Jilly. You saved us."

Chris lent out his hand and Jill accepted as he pulled her inside and slammed the door shut.

"Brad," gruffed Chris, "Get is the fuck out of here!"

A weak, trembling voice came over the speaker from the cockpit.

"You don't have to tell me twice..."

Brad Vickers rose the last S.T.A.R.S. helicopter up from the pad, and flying them off towards Raccoon City.

The day finally started to break, ending the night of horror.

The four in the back closed their eyes as they heard the mansion explode off in the distance.

Their friends, their comrades, and so many innocent people dies because of Umbrella's research. They would make them pay for it, but none of the lives left would ever be replaced.

Jill rested her head on Chris's shoulder as they rode. Her hand rested on his leg, and he placed his hand on top of hers. His eyes stared at the wall in front of him as he thought. His face was emotionless, like it was made of stone.

Barry looked at a picture of his wife and children as he reloaded his gun. He promised he would keep them safe and out of Umbrella's clutches. He would fight until he could make a peaceful life for his two daughters.

Rebecca slept on the empty seats with a look of pain on her face. No one knew about the previous night she had with the mysterious Billy Coen. She would never tell until the time was right. For now, she would sleep with no dreams. And hopefully wake up to a better tomorrow.

They were all alive, and they were going to make the best of it. They were going to make the world a better place and make sure something like this never happened again.

They saw the fiery pits of Hell and overcame. They survived.

Now it was Umbrellas' turn.


Raccoon Weekly, July 29, 1998

"After [the S.T.A.R.S.'s] mishandling of the Raccoon Forest search, we've decided to let the R.P.D see this investigation through its conclusion. We have reason to believe that the S.T.A.R.S. may have been ingesting drugs and/ or alcohol prior to their search, and have suspended the use of their services indefinitely."


A/N: The newspaper column was from S.D. Perry's book, Resident Evil: Caliban cove. I give her full credit. I also used some lines from director's cut again, so they get their credit as well! Thank you, CAPCOM. :D

I hope you liked this story, I wanted to do my part and make a suitable story for Director's Cut, because everyone has been giving it the cold shoulder and writing about REmake and later games. This here is a classic, people and shouldn't be ignored because of the graphics and horrible voice acting. (Though it has grown on me)

I'm glad you took time to read this story against all the weird RE fictions that are being made now. I'm not a fan of them and will NOT be reading them. I do not like Twilight mixed with my zombies, thank you very much! And I wont read any LeonAda or SteveClaire. If you write LeonClaire, Hobohunter will read them, so let her know when you write one, ok? Of course ChrisJill too.

Oh yes, this story is dedicated to my boyfriend, Arthasvsleon 8:3 Even though it's not a romantic story, you're my inspiration to keep on writing and doing what I love to do, even when I think I'm bad at it.

Why are you still reading this? Go find something else to read, why don't 'cha? XD