Fall of Umbrella

Chapter 5: Whatever happens happens.

A/N: Still don't own resident evil, would be cool though. I would make Chris and Jill a couple in RE 5, can't wait till it comes out! Hope you enjoy this chapter, don't forget to review!

CH 5.

He didn't feel any pain as he crashed through the window, only after. He hit the ground in a clutter of glass and when he got up he fell again, this time it was his leg, not his arm. He could feel the warm and sticky liquid dripping down his leg; he could feel the pain shoot through his body. He hated getting shot more than anything, and it seemed to be happening a lot today.

Chris Redfield didn't complain or scream out in agony, he gritted his teeth and sucked it up. He had to get the hell out of there and fast, otherwise he'd be a lot worse off. Pushing off from the ground he gripped his leg tightly trying to numb the pain if only for a second. He had to make it for the garage if he wanted to live past today. Chris knew that much.

When he reached the garage Chris hastily pulled open the door, revealing his prized possession, the car he helped rebuild with his father while he was still alive, the 1969 GTO. He had planned to sell it after his parents died but Claire talked him out of it, saying it was the one thing they owned to bring them closer to their parents. Never again will he think of selling it. Chris brushed the thoughts out of his mind, he didn't have time for random thoughts, his life was at stake. Chris could already feel the effects of blood loss consume him, everything was blurry, and he was stumbling continuously. He had to make it out before he passed out.

Chris jumped into the front seat and saw his 'I heart my car' shirt. He reluctantly grabbed it and started to rip two long strips and hastily tied them over his gunshot wounds, pulling the ends tight to add constant pressure.

'Good as new…'

He gunned the engine and raced out the open front gate just as he saw the mercenaries start up their van.

'Please don't chase me. If I'm allowed one wish that would be it.' His life would have been a lot easier if his wish was accepted, but luck wasn't on Chris Redfield's side today. Just as he turned on the street he could hear the constant rata-tat-tat of the machine gun.

'Not my car! ANYTHING but my car! Bastards!' Chris was pissed, he opened his glove compartment and pulled out another 9mm, this time it was a Browning 9mm, it was the R.P.D standard pistol before the berretta. The only difference was the Browning only held thirteen bullets. Chris also produced a clip from the compartment and quickly slapped it into the gun. He rolled down the window and stuck his arm out, taking quick aim and let off three shots; they hit the windshield but went wide. At least the submachine gun went silent.

Chris swerved to the right because he was drifting into the other lane, and almost hit an oncoming truck. The van was bigger and bulkier so it swerved left going with the momentum around the other side of the truck. Chris took this chance to turn down a side street, but the occupants of the van noticed this and followed. The submachine gun continued firing, shooting wide, barely missing his car. Once again Chris aimed out of the window this time aiming for the tires, he fired five shots, and most of the bullets hit the grill and front bumper, the others impaling the street below the car. At the end of the side street Chris turned back onto the main road going well over the speed limit. He was amazed that no cops were here, maybe Umbrella tipped them off not to interfere.

'Just my luck, I can't lose these assholes.' Chris once again almost hit an oncoming vehicle, swerving off onto the grass. 'Damn it, five more bullets left.'

This time he made a daring move. Chris leaned out of his car window and looked back trying to get better aim. When he lined up the shot he fired the last five bullets into the front two tires, praying at least one would hit. And this time, his prayer was answered, three of the five bullets hit the left tire, it exploded and he could see the sparks from the rims being dragged against the road. The van swerved left and hit an oncoming minivan. Chris hoped no innocent was hurt because of this, but now wasn't the time to think about this. He sped off to the hospital, hoping no one would recognize him if they saw him again.

An hour and two bullets being pulled out later, Chris was stumbling back to his car when he noticed someone standing by it. He had medium length brown hair, and black tattoos going down the length of his right arm.

"Who the hell are you…?"

"Billy…Billy Coen. And I've been looking for you. Chris Redfield, right?"

"What? How the hell do you know my name? I know I don't know you."

"Relax. You and I both want the same thing. To take down the son of a bitch organization Umbrella. You were a member of S.T.A.R.S. with Rebecca right? I've been following your work and I've read quite a bit about you. I want to help."

"You know Rebecca? Wait… Billy. I think she mentioned that name before. Alright fine. We could use all the help we could get, I'll trust you. Ugh man, I still don't feel too hot."

"Yeah blood loss does that to you."

That's when he saw it. A black sedan, unmarked, was rolling towards them. Chris couldn't explain it but dread filled him.

"Uh-oh. We got trouble get in the car, you got a gun?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"Black sedan, the kind Umbrella drives. I got a gun you could use in the back, better than a pistol. This could get ugly." Chris walked to the back of his car and popped the trunk, revealing an M-4 carbine.

"Holy shit! Where did you get one of those suckers?"

"When you're dealing with Umbrella, don't pack lightly that's all I'll say." Billy just nodded and grabbed the gun loading a fresh clip, and sitting in the passenger's seat. Before Chris could get into the car the passenger in the sedan opened fire, a short burst coming from a P-90 submachine gun.

"Fuck!" Chris jumped into the GTO and slammed the door shut revving the engine and put the pedal to the metal.

Billy opened his window and started to shoot back at the Black BMW M3. Things were going to get ugly, Chris knew that much.

"Why, why must they shoot at my car?"

"Ah yeah that sucks. This car kicks ass." Billy leaned out again and returned fire.

Chris turned out into the main road meaning to head back to his hideout, or what was left of it.

"I know of some people who could help us, they should be on their way, I think Rebecca is with them."

"Ah yeah that's terrific, I want to see her again. Uh-oh…"

"What do you mean uh-oh!?"

"We got more company. Two speed bikes with two guys holding two Uzi's."

"Why…why me?"

"No clue."

"That was a rhetorical question."

"Ah…ok"

"Shut up and shoot." Billy merely nodded and continued to shoot out of the window hitting one driver on a speed bike.

They were getting close, but the speed bike that was remaining was catching up, he drove up alongside the car, the driver's side, and opened fire with his Uzi. The bullets tore into the side door. Chris swerved left and rammed into the Driver of the bike, but not before a bullet pierced into Chris' left arm. Blood splattered out onto his shirt, Chris grabbed the wound with his right hand and gripped the steering wheel tighter with his left.

"Fuck! How many times am I going to get shot today!?"

"Damn I didn't see him sorry man. At least I got the Lincoln. And that was the last bike. Turn up here into the alley, next to the warehouse, that's my hideout."

Chris did as Billy said, and turned.

Once in the hideout Chris stumbled out of the car. His face was pale and he was blanking out from blood loss. He took off his shirt under the vest and pushed it into his wound.

"Ah man I have nothing for that. You need medical attention."

"Today's…not…my lucky day I…guess. Three shots within two hours. Got...a ugh cell?"

"You sure you can talk man? You don't look too well. Maybe you should rest?"

"Nah. I'm. Cool. Just gimme the phone."

"Ok here. Who you gonna call?"

"Jill…" he was too tired to explain that she might have the same cell phone number. Instead he just dialed, and was rewarded with ringing.

"Hello?"

"Ji-Jill…ugh where are you..."

"What? Who is this?

"C…Ch-Chris."

Authors note: And there you have it. That's what happens to Chris when he escapes the hideout! And WOW two chapters within two days! So people go from thinking I'm dead to thinking I'm alive and well! Tell me what you think. I want at least 5 reviews for chapter 4 and 5 for this chapter before anything else gets posted :P. Hope you liked it. Also you might want to check out my lovey dovey ff called one and Only. That's for people not so big on the action. Stay tuned for Chapter 6!