Jill's Escapade: A Resident Evil 3 Story
Chapter 11: Sick day
DISCLAIMER ALREADY!
(Hello loyal fans of my oh so messed up story, I am sorry I haven't written anything in…god I don't even know how long…largely a blame of several things, most of all college, but don't fret because…I'mmmm baaaaack muhahahahah!)
(And also before anyone says anything I am a classic rock fan and that includes Queen)
I had finally defeated the gayest creature that has ever existed…besides Freddy Mercury that is, but I can't really tell you what happened because I blacked out for any number of reasons. Carlos is still convinced it was the T-Virus, I am pretty sure it was the inhuman amount of alcohol I consumed in however long it has been. So this is switching to Carlos.
Okay so it's like this. I arrived on the scene shortly after what I believe was Freddy Mercury from the band Queen, which was weird because I think he was long dead by then, was defeated by Jill, who had fallen over.
"Jill!" I shouted as I salsa danced through the fire somehow not getting burned which is amazing.
I picked up the fallen slu…err I mean heroine and carried her to a safe place.
"Jill I have rescued you, but I think you got injured!" I shouted to her as she lay down.
"The only part of me that hurts is my ears from you yelling in my ears, and I'm probably getting sick from the booze," Jill replied obviously delirious from the virus.
"It's the T-virus; it can't be the hooch, alcohol makes otherwise boring situations completely tolerable," I said as I downed half a bottle of raspberry lambic that had seemingly materialized out of nowhere "Now I must get an antidote from the hospital!"
"I just need to sleep it off and didn't you have an accent about three chapters ago?" Jill asked me still delirious since I obviously don't have one.
"I must be off but first…" I said before taking out a rapier and slashing a Z on the wall.
Well I had to make my way through the perpetual thriller music video known as Raccoon City, carrying with me my trusty assault rifle, one magazine, and one assault rifle magazine of 100 rounds, my pistol, and my knife. I had made my way to the hospital without much trouble. As I entered the hospital I saw a shuffling form approach me, it was the jack of spades form my nightmares.
"So Jack we meet again, but this time I have a gun and pants!" I stated proudly.
Unfortunately before I could even pull the trigger of my rifle, Jack's head was torn off. What did it was a frog, not just on, but two ordinary bullfrogs tore the head of an evil playing card, I mean how on earth that was possible? Rather than ponder this impossibility I loosed two rounds ending their otherwise boring lives. I looked around the lobby, then my eyes fell upon the pharmacy and in the pharmacy was a ton of prescription drugs, but most of all was Flintstones chewable vitamins.
"SCORE!" I shouted happily as downed an almost lethal amount and saved the rest for later.
In the same room I found a container labeled serum red, and I took it for no particular reason. I decided to see if there was anything interesting. I made my way to the elevator and got in and pressed the button. The elevator began to rise. After about ten minutes of rising it got to the second floor. The door opened and I stepped through and saw my U.B.C.S comrade Nikolai.
"Nikolai!" I shouted.
"Oh…it's you...Carlos Mencia right?" Nikolai said, he never was good with names.
"It's Oliviera," I said in reply.
"Right…right," He said to me.
"Unnnhhhh…" I heard someone moan and I ran over and saw one of my comrades bleeding to death with bullet holes.
"What happened here, I demand an answer?" I shouted demanding an answer.
"We were playing…Call of duty and I am in the lead," Nikolai said.
Suddenly the noise of a pin hitting the ground was heard.
"Tell me that wasn't a death streak," I said as a grenade rolled towards my feet.