Jake woke up on his back in the snow, he was freezing and Sherry was on top of him. His arms were wrapped around her. In a sudden flashback to a helicopter crash they'd both were in he almost panicked remembering last time they'd ended up like this. He'd lifted his hand and it had been covered in her blood.
He lifted up his hand just to see if there was blood, but it was clean this time. He breathed a sigh of relief and dropped his head back into the snow. "Come on Super girl," he whispered lifting her up and looking into her face. There was coal in the snow all around them and they were randomly splotched with black dust from the charcoal. Sherry even had a black handprint across her face. He moved stiffly and for the first time began to feel his body heal.
God it hurt.
He must have done something serious as he heard a few pops and cracks from his legs as they straightened. Sherry was unconscious on top of him. He hoped that if she'd broken anything it was healed before she woke up. Fast healing might be beneficial but it was also painful. Once again he was spurred with anger over Sherry's tests at the hands of Wesker Jr.
They'd both been asleep when the train tipped over, fortunately for them they'd spilled out over the top, their train car hitting a few trees on its way over so never really spilled its entire contents on top of them. A great many coals lay scattered about on the ground but they were not buried.
He sat up and gently laid Sherry on the ground and looked around. There were some bright flashes down the front of the line. And he could hear a loud roaring, helicopters and gunfire. "Son of a bitch," he said suddenly realizing what had caused the crash.
Sherry stirred. "What happened?" She asked groggily.
"We got to move Sherry!" Jake didn't wait for her to respond but snatched her up off the ground in his arms and took off running away from the roaring near the front of the train. The Ustanak was back and they didn't have the means to fight him.
"Wait!" said Sherry, "Is that the BSAA up there? Look!"
A helicopter was making its way down the tracks shining a spot light over the downed rail cars.
"Not sure," said Jake, "let's find cover." Sherry was shivering in his arms. "Not this again," he muttered dodging behind some trees for cover in the snow.
"I can run," she protested. He dropped her on her feet behind the trees just as the spotlight hit their rail car. The rest of the train had come to a screeching halt mostly up right behind their car. All the cars in front were off the line though. Lights were flashing everywhere and somewhere in that mess the Ustanak was sorting through rail cars, flipping them over like logs to find them.
Suddenly three more helicopters came in from the south. These were not BSAA, they were the same models as the ones that had pursued them in China. Jake put a protective arm around Sherry. They were probably tracking the Ustanak who'd gone berserk.
"Shit," he said, "this isn't going to end well. We're sitting ducks out here. We've got to move."
"Head towards the BSAA?" Sherry suggested.
"Hate to say it but it might be our best option." Jake replied. The helicopters had flown past. "Go!"
They ran.
They ran past the overturned cars towards the lights on the ground.
J'avo burst from the tree quick to get on their heels, but they kept running, Jake never letting go of Sherry's hand.
They ran right into the arms of the Ustanak.
Quite literally into his arms. Jake smashed into them from behind as it came up suddenly from behind a rail car. It was like running into a brick wall. His head bounced off the great fists and Sherry in turn smashed into him from behind. He heard her shriek "Jake!" as his vision dimmed. They went down together at the feet of the Ustanak a tangle of bodies.
The last thing Jake heard was Sherry calling his name over the roaring of the Ustanak as it stomped on him and his own ribs breaking. Gunfire breaking out over them.
Sherry just run! Don't wait for me, he tried getting out as everything faded to black.