Quik Stop Basement, Raccoon City, February 1st, 2002, 4:12 pm
Barry was waling down the hall when he heard movement. He stopped, "Hello?" he called, even though he knew it was stupid. "Barry?" he heard Jill's voice, then she came into sight. "Barry!" she called again, and she ran and hugged him. "We better get to the bottom of this," Barry said. They walked along the corridor. They came to a large steel door. Barry kicked it open and readied his shotgun. Jill was wielding a large steel girder. "Finally you made it." said a man, sitting and typing at a computer. "You're behind this? Why?" Barry asked. "It's me alright, I'm sick of this race, they don't deserve to grace this beautiful planet." The man stood up and turned around. He was tall, and fair. Dark hair, and green eyes. He was holding a magnum, similar to Barry's and it was loaded. Barry loaded his shotgun, but a zombie sprung from the darkness, and knocked the gun from his grasp then began eating at Barry's previous wounds. "Kill him... ill!" Barry gasped. "I- I can't" she cried. "That's a good girl Jill." The zombie stood up, finished with Barry and came for Jill. "Why dad? Why?" she pleaded. "I told you, humans are sick. I'm sorry honey, but it needs to be done." She swung her girder, and decapitated the zombie. She ran towards her father, "I won't let you dad! No!" she screamed running towards him. He raised his gun, "Don't do it Jill!" he said, firmly. She continued to run at him. "Don't," he repeated. She shook her head, and continued to run at him. He pulled the trigger and Jill fell to her knees, holding her stomach. "It had to be like this Jill."
Barry was waling down the hall when he heard movement. He stopped, "Hello?" he called, even though he knew it was stupid. "Barry?" he heard Jill's voice, then she came into sight. "Barry!" she called again, and she ran and hugged him. "We better get to the bottom of this," Barry said. They walked along the corridor. They came to a large steel door. Barry kicked it open and readied his shotgun. Jill was wielding a large steel girder. "Finally you made it." said a man, sitting and typing at a computer. "You're behind this? Why?" Barry asked. "It's me alright, I'm sick of this race, they don't deserve to grace this beautiful planet." The man stood up and turned around. He was tall, and fair. Dark hair, and green eyes. He was holding a magnum, similar to Barry's and it was loaded. Barry loaded his shotgun, but a zombie sprung from the darkness, and knocked the gun from his grasp then began eating at Barry's previous wounds. "Kill him... ill!" Barry gasped. "I- I can't" she cried. "That's a good girl Jill." The zombie stood up, finished with Barry and came for Jill. "Why dad? Why?" she pleaded. "I told you, humans are sick. I'm sorry honey, but it needs to be done." She swung her girder, and decapitated the zombie. She ran towards her father, "I won't let you dad! No!" she screamed running towards him. He raised his gun, "Don't do it Jill!" he said, firmly. She continued to run at him. "Don't," he repeated. She shook her head, and continued to run at him. He pulled the trigger and Jill fell to her knees, holding her stomach. "It had to be like this Jill."