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Day 77

"Show me." Jessica suddenly says. She bounces on her seat, leans closer to Jill.

"Come on." She quips between pops of bubblegum. "Show me!" The agent points to her own chest with enthusiasm.

Jill unbuttons the shirt she's currently in, parts the fabric until the plate is in full display.

Jessica inspects the device with the same interest a woman would a shiny jewelry.

Her face scrunches up after a while.

"Looks gross." She murmurs to herself, pretends to shudder. "Your veins are all visible and swollen." Her eyes flick to Jill's.

"It's like an enhancer, right?"

Jill inclines her head as affirmation.

"How do you feel with it out on the field?"

"Invincible."

Day 07

She grabs on the bedrails and retches on the floor.

Pressure surges in her head with each violent heave. Bile lines her throat.

And through teary eyes, she watches her vomit pool on the tiles.

"Tch."

Jill looks up at the direction of the discontented noise.

The Italian woman from that morning is back.

She glares at Jill through her specs, shoves her dainty hands inside her coat's pockets.

"You look absolutely terrible." Her accent is what's terrible. Blurs the L's and drags the R's.

The woman crosses the room in her golden heels, avoids the mess she made.

"What did you give me..." Jill asks, already fading out.

Ms. Gionne hums low and takes her limp arm for inspection. She presses a sharp nail on the sore injection site she left earlier in the day.

"Let's try this one." Excella says with a giggle. New syringe in hand.

Jill doesn't register the sting.

Day 37

The sound of his footsteps bounce off of the old walls.

Her legs cramp up after rounding another corner.

Every torch cast his shadow. It reaches for her and chases her.

She gives into the strain, limps her way into a dark alcove. She hides.

For hours, she's been running in circles.

He'll find her sooner rather than later.

She can't see a way out of the maze.

"Tired already, Valentine?"

Her labored breaths serve as an answer.

He forces her back on her bloodied feet, quickly slides a needle right into her neck.

She silently leads herself back in the labs once it's done.

Day 97

"How sweet of you to deliver these yourself, Albert." The blonde woman says.

She appraises the samples. Her cold blue eyes shine along with the little vials.

"Jill." Wesker drawls.

Her attention shifts to him and to the picture hanging on the far wall. It's him and the unfamiliar woman in white before her.

"This is my sister - Aleksa Wesker."

Her ears ring at the mention of sister.

How could there be more Weskers in the world?

"Is she the one..." Aleksa closes the case, a pure red smile on her face. "Who made your Uroboros possible?"

"Yes, Alex."

"She is that one."

Wood breaks and burns. Jill looks on their reflection framed above the fireplace.

They're like fallen angels in assembly. All glowing with their sickly yellow hair.

Day 57

The improved Lickers can reproduce.

She has seen nothing as strange as bio-organic weapons actually mating.

She doesn't even know they have males and females to begin with.

They rut like dogs would. Locks together too at the climax. Complete with a grotesque knot.

Wesker takes her in the same fashion later in the day.

The rug he's fucking her on rubs her knees and elbows raw.

He has screwed her enough times that she's sure his penis remained normalafter the infection.

Only his refractory period seems disturbingly shorter.

"Fuck!" His entire weight drops on her back.

He curses again on her ear. His thrusts no longer controlled.

When he ejaculates, it's either she shivers in the coldness of his seed or cries at the intense heat of it.

She cries in ecstasy.

Night 97

"Jill..." He moans in her hair, drives deeper and slower into her body. "Jillian."

She feels like it can go on for the rest of the night.

A muted discomfort shoots in her stomach, distracts her from the pleasure in her core.

She scratches her nails against his scalp and down to his nape, tugs at the short hair there. He purrs and nips at her skin.

He maintains the lazy pace of their coupling.

She has to encourage better.

"Faster, Albert..." She rasps against his ear.

Her long legs lock around his hips. Her heels dig into his back.

He thrusts hard into her cunt and kisses her longer.

"Albert." She tries again, voice lowered to breathless and desperate. "Please..."

Her back arches. Her hips rock in need.

She whispers Albert against his lips until they reach that end she wanted.