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Thanks for the excellent reviews everyone! I hope you all had a good Easter and/or Passover. I'm still trying to finish off all the candy I got. Anyway, here's another chapter to keep you entertained.

After dodging the various zombies, explosions, and other Umbrella creatures in the city, Jill had finally made it onto the train. She sighed in relief as she got inside, and saw a white-haired man approach her.

"You're one of the survivors from the rescue team, right?" she asked, "I just ran into your team-mate, Carlos."

"Really?" the man asked, "I'm so sorry. Did he touch you?"

Jill shook her head, "no, but he called me a hooker."

"Can't say that I blame him," the man said, "but, how did an ordinary girl look you survive?"

"HEY!" Jill spat, "I'm no ordinary girl!"

"Clearly," the man responded as he looked at her outfit.

Jill ignored his remark and continued ranting, "I'm a member of S.T.A.R.S.; survivor of the mansion outbreak, defeater of the Tyrant, and THE MASTER OF LOCKPICKING!"

The man continued to give her a blank stare as she put her hands on her hip.

"S.T.A.R.S?" he asked, "the local nudie bar?"

"NO!" Jill fumed, "THE R.P.D-ugh, never mind! I wear a tank top and mini skirt one time and it bites me in the ass!"

The man ignored her ranting and walked towards the back. Suddenly, Jill noticed a man laying on a bench bleeding.

"Hey, is someone wounded back there?" she asked.

"WHAT DOES IT LOOK LIKE TO YOU!" the bleeding man snapped. When Jill didn't respond, the man answered, "YES!"

Jill walked over to the man and knelt down beside him; observing his wounds.

"Oh my," she said, "this looks bad."

"DO YOU THINK!" the man snapped sarcastically, "I ONLY HAVE BLOOD COMING OUT OF MY THROAT AND CHEST-I'LL LIVE!"

"Calm down," Jill insisted softly, "everything's going to be okay."

"Oh God," he grumbled, "somebody just kill me now!"

Jill ignored him and walked into the next car. There, she saw Carlos standing around talking to Nicholai. Carlos turned to face her and smiled.

"So Jill, did you decide to help us out?" he asked, "it looks like just us three survived."

"What about Mikhail?" Nicholai asked.

"Don't tell him I said this, but he's pretty much dead anyway," Carlos muttered.

"I HEARD THAT!" Mikhail shouted from the other room. Carlos ignored him and continued speaking to Jill.

"Anyway, I think it'd be best if we teamed up."

"No," Nicholai said with a frown, "we can't trust her."

Shocked, Jill firmly placed her hands on her hips as Carlos approached his commander.

"What?" he asked, "why? We need her help! It's down to just you, me, and Mikhail—that's it! And Mikhail's gonna die soon!"

"I HEARD THAT!" Mikhail yelled from the other room. Carlos again ignored him. Nicholai continued to stare at his officer.

"Fine," he finally gave in, "then let's go over our plan. First, we will send Jill on a suicide mission to find the parts to this train. Then, we will crash this train into the Clock Tower building in the outskirts of town. Then, we will hope that the chopper hasn't already left and will have enough room to get us out of the city."

"Sounds like a great plan!" Carlos cheered. He then turned to face Jill, and threw some clothes at her, "put those on! I'm getting sick of looking at that sleazy outfit!"

Before Jill could protest, Nicholai and Carlos ran out of the train. Jill sighed and began to put a sweater on.

"This is the last time I try to escape the city in a mini-skirt," she grumbled.

A/N: Personally, I think this was my best chapter yet. What was wrong with Jill anyway? How could she not notice the blood all over Mikhail? It looked like his stomach had exploded! Anyway, feel free to leave me a review or partake in a new poll on my profile.