Resident Evil

The Whole Story

Chapter Six

Jill groaned in frustration as her digital alarm clock screamed like a banshee and brought her hand up to slam the snooze button but she knew that it was a futile gesture, she had to get up and hitting her favourite button wouldn't change that.

She pushed her blanket down and got out of bed while rubbing her eyes and a letting out a loud yawn. She should have gone to bed earlier but something about that woman's story had kept her up all last night and the two extra-large cups of coffee hadn't helped.

Jill walked out of the bedroom and walked across the hall to go into the bathroom, she quickly shed her nightshirt and her underwear before turning one of the knobs of her shower and waiting for the heavy spray of water to heat up.

Jill stepped under the spray and let out a loud sigh of relief as the hot water caused her muscles to loosen. She raised her hands up to run her fingers through her hair for a few moments before reaching for the bottle of her favourite shampoo.

As Jill rubbed the shampoo into her hair she found herself thinking about the day she had ahead of her, it was planned that Miss Anderson would come in at half past eight in the morning and she would show them where the campsite was.

Which meant that they would be going into the forest which made Jill so happy she couldn't put it into words! Jill didn't hate the forest or wildlife or nature in general but something about the forest unnerved her, it had done ever since she was small. Her father had called it her spider sense, she preferred to call it a good sense of intuition.

Regardless, her opinion wouldn't have much of an effect on anything and if they needed to go into the forest then they would and she would just solider on.

Once she felt sufficiently clean Jill turned off the shower before stepping out and walking back into her bedroom and pulling out her S.T.A.R.S uniform and putting it on.

Jill glanced at the time her clock was showing and cursed as she realised that she must have spent more time in the shower that she thought as she saw it was nearly eight.

She didn't have time for breakfast then.

Jill spun on her feet and made a dash for her front door, ignoring the sudden growling in her stomach as it realised it would be denied sustance, she threw it open and ran for her elevator and, after slamming the button to call for it, she entered the elevator and hit the button that would take her down to her apartment's underground parking lot.

As the elevator arrived in the parking lot Jill stepped out and walked over to her blue Ford and got in before driving it out of the parking lot, it would take her at least ten minutes to get to the police station at her current speed, maybe five minutes if traffic was light.

Twenty minutes later Jill finally arrived at the police station and got out of her car while cursing under her breath. Wesker was going to kill her. She ran into the front hall and quickly signed in before running to the nearest elevator and hitting the call button.

After the elevator arrived on the ground floor Jill rushed in and hit the button for the fifth floor where the S.T.A.R.S Alpha team office was located, as the doors slowly started to close she heard a voice cry out in panic. "Wait! Jill! Hold the elevator!"

Jill quickly held out her hand and stopped the doors from closing, the doors retracted as a young man, around his early twenties, rushed through the gap. Brad gave Jill a small smile. "Thanks Jill, I owe you one."

Jill nodded and then hit the third floor button once again, the doors closed and the elevator slowly started to climb the floors of the station.

Brad was Alpha Team's helicopter pilot and had been a member of the team for the same amount of time as Jill had been a member. For the most part Jill really liked Brad, he was nice, polite and pretty funny. There was only one problem.

The guy was a massive coward, he was an excellent pilot and he had pulled the team out of some heated situations but he never got of the helicopter to help them or gave them covering fire if they needed it, whenever they got to a science all the team got out of the helicopter except for Brad.

Jill got the feeling that Brad wouldn't get out of the helicopter unless it was on fire or about to blow up.

But aside from all of that Jill did like Brad he was just too much of a coward for her to really be friends with him.

Brad leaned against the back wall of the elevator and started to hum as it climbed the floors. He turned his head to look at Jill. "Hey." He started to speak nervously. "You were here last night with Chris and Captain Wesker when that woman came in, right?"

Jill nodded but didn't say anything as she stared at the elevator lights slowly lighting up the second floor indicator. The police department really had to invest more money in getting faster elevators, if she had taken the stairs she would already be on the third floor by now.

Brad continued to speak after he saw Jill nod. "Is it true that she said she was attacked by a woman with half a face?"

Jill nodded as she tapped her foot against the elevator's floor, honestly it was ridiculous how long it took the elevator to move even an inch and they were notorious for breaking down, Jill wondered if she should complain about it but she knew that it wouldn't do any good so she decided against it.

A look of surprise appeared on Brad's face. "Really, she was drunk right? I mean there is no way it's possible that a woman with half of her face ripped away could still be walking around and trying to attack someone."

Jill shrugged. "You would be surprised how much pain a person can take and still be moving, my dad taught me that." She could still remember the day her father had taught her that particular lesson.

She had been eleven years old when her father had brought to the old military training course that he had used when he was training to be a solider, he made her run it, by the time she had reached the end she honestly thought that her arms and legs were going to fall off due to the pain.

And then her father made her go around again and again and again.

He finally allowed her to stop after the fifth run and by then she honestly thought that she was going to collapse due to either the exhaustion or the pain.

Her father had then knelt down in front of her and gently, for him anyway, cupped her face and tilted her head up so he could look her in the eyes. He then pressed a tender kiss to her forehead and by that point Jill was so tired that she didn't even have the energy to question what her father was doing.

Her father was not an affectionate man, at all. Jill couldn't even remember a time if her father had ever given her a hug and she was fairly sure that he never gave any of her brother's hugs either. He hadn't been cruel to them, at least he hadn't been by that point, he just wasn't warm and Jill did admit that there were times when she wondered if her father had even loved her.

He explained to her that he was pushing her because he could see her potential, could see that one day, with a lot of training and effort she could be a great solider and a great leader as well but she needed to be pushed.

He had then picked her up and carried her to his car and drove them both back home. When her father brought her in to the house her mother had lost it and screamed at him, she had obviously figured out where had father had taken her and was not happy at all about it.

Her mother had told her to go upstairs to bed. She had done as her mother asked and by the time she gotten into her bed she could her parents screaming at one another downstairs. That day was she learned something else.

Her parents hated one another.

Which was just a great lesson for an eleven year old to learn.

Jill was brought out of her memories by the sound of Brad saying something or other. To be honest she wasn't really paying attention, she was still half asleep anyway.

Thankfully she was spared from having to respond to Brad by the elevator finally arriving on the fifth floor. She stepped out of the elevator as the doors slid open while thanking god under her breath and walked at a brisk pace down the hallway, not fast enough to suggest she was trying to get away from Brad but just fast enough to give the impression that she was busy and you shouldn't bother her while she was trying to get to her destination.

Thankfully, it worked. Brad of course followed her they shared the same destination but he didn't try to speak to her. After a few minutes of walking they had finally arrived outside of the Alpha team office. They walked in and glanced around the office to see who was already there.

Wesker was sitting at his desk and only briefly glanced up when Jill and Brad walked in before looking back down. Chris was sitting at his desk and raised his hand in greeting to Jill and gave her a short wave, he did not do the same for Brad but then Chris had never really liked Brad and the feeling was very much mutual.

Barry Burton, Alpha Team's weapon specialist, was sitting at his desk and was currently working on fixing his pistol. Barry was a gun nut and a proud member of the NRA, he was also a massive family man and if he got started on his family, which consisted of his wife and two daughters, then he would go on and on for hours.

Joseph Frost, Alpha Team's vehicle specialist, was leaning back in his chair with his feet on his desk and his head tilted back so he could look up at the at the celling so he could count the cracks. Joseph was the youngest member of Alpha Team but wasn't the youngest member of S.T.A.R.S as that title belonged to Bravo Team's new medic.

Speaking of medics, Alpha Team's medic was standing next to the desk of Alpha's communication specialist. Jessica Tyler was considered by many to be a beautiful woman with long brown hair and green eyes. She was actually the third youngest member of the team being only a year older than Joseph. Jill really liked Jessica, she was for the most part a very dedicated officer and was very brave though she did mostly keep her head down and hadn't had to fight her way out of a situation yet.

David Thompson, a thin black man who was the communication specialist for Alpha Team, laughed at something Jessica told him. Like with Jessica, Jill really liked David. They had been partnered together more than once on several dangerous missions and they worked well together.

That was everyone who was currently in the room, Jill was glad that she wasn't last one to come in because Wesker was never gentle to whoever was last in. Jill and Brad quickly took their seats at their desks.

After a few moments of waiting, Alpha team's sniper, a Hispanic woman called Rosa Garcia, walked in with her dark hair pulled back into a short pony tail. She walked over to her desk which was behind Chris's desk, as she was walking toward it she brushed her hand over Chris's shoulder as she passed. Chris turned his head to watch Rosa go.

Jill shook her head, Chris and Rosa weren't so much an item as two friends who occasionally flirted and had sex with one another. Seriously, if it weren't for the fact that they were other people in the room the two would have torn each other's clothes off and dragged themselves down to the floor.

Almost as soon as Rosa had sat down the door to the office had opened again and this time Alpha Team's explosive expert walked in. His name was Jake Turner and he had been a member of S.T.A.R.S for nearly ten years now. He was a tall, muscular blond man with hands as large as Jill's head and intense blue eyes.

He ignored all of them, aside from giving Barry a brief nod, and walked to where his desk was located at the back of the office. The reason that Jake was not very close to anyone aside from Barry was aside from himself, Barry, Enrico, the captain of Bravo Team and William, Alpha's heavy weapon specialist everyone from the original S.T.A.R.S team had gone.

Speaking of William, he had just walked in. William was a black man who had been working with S.T.A.R.S since its inspection and was technically speaking the only one who could be considered a member of the original team. He was Alpha's heavy weapon specialist and was responsible for their grenade launchers and machine guns.

He was actually a rather cheerful man despite his intimidating appurtenance, he was six feet tall and was heavily muscled due to the fact that he had to drag incredibly large equipment around, but he wouldn't hurt a fly really, he would only hurt someone unless he was forced too.

Wesker looked up at Will and gestured for him to take his seat. Wesker would never yell at Will even if he was last, Jill wasn't sure why. If she had to guess then she would guess it was because Wesker respected him to much but the idea of Wesker respecting anyone was just such a weird concept that she couldn't get her head around it. When it came to Wesker, the best you could hope for was contempt.

As Will sat down the phone on Wesker's desk rang. He picked it up and didn't say anything other than a yes after the other person had finished talking, he put the phone down on the hook and addressed his team. "Miss Anderson has arrived and is ready to show us where she was attacked, suit up people!"

Everyone got out of their seats and quickly hurried to their equipment lockers. As Jill put in the combination to her locker she couldn't help but realise that the bad feeling she got about the forest was suddenly back and it had gotten a lot stronger.

This wasn't going to end well, she just knew it.

End of Chapter Six

(So, the S.T.A.R.S layout always bugged me. One of the teams has a communication specialist and a medic and the other doesn't? That dosen't work for me and thus these new S.T.A.R.S members came into being.)

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