Chapter 3
"Run Jill Run!" Jim shouted to his partner as they scurried down the street. It was now 2:00AM, and Jill and Jim had decided it was time to escape. They searched the streets for a working car, starting at a nearby parking garage. The plan was to find a vehicle large enough to fit all the survivors into then ride out of the city. All the survivors wasn't much, it was about 12 people. A couple of mini-vans would do the trick. But now two hungry lickers who had decided the parking garage would make a nice residence pursued Jim and Jill. Jim could see them in the corner of his eye, sticking to the walls with their unbelievably sharp claws. He quickly turned and fired three shots from his Desert Eagle, but only one bullet found a home inside one of the lickers shoulders. It screeched in pain, but did not let up. Jim and Jill ran up one of the garages many car ramps to the next level, where there had been a collision. The two cars blocked the way to the next part of the garage. Now climbing out of the cars were the former drivers of the cars, who were now turned into zombies by Umbrella's mad experiments. They crawled out of their shattered car windows upon sight and smell of the two police officers.
"Shit! I've had enough of this!" Jill shouted. Jim saw her raise her shotgun to her shoulder and turned to wait for another appearance by the lovely lickers that pursued them. Jill blasted shells at the walking dead drivers and their two passengers. Just as the last zombie's head exploded in a show of gore, the lickers bounded up the ramp. Jim fired five shots into one of their heads. The licker finally dropped dead, but the other was nearly upon Jim. Suddenly, a loud blast rang through the air just as the licker jumped at Jim. He looked up to see the licker on it's back six feet away, and Jill beside him, he shotgun smoking.
"Thanks Jill." Jim said, unloading his empty clip and slamming a new one home. Jill nodded to him.
"No problem, now let's find some transportation out of this hell hole." Jim agreed and the two climbed over the two ruined cars in the centre of the garage passageway. On the other side they found exactly what they were looking for, two mini-vans. Jim jumped into the black one, and found the spare keys up in the sunblind, while Jill went to the red one and hot-wired it. Both started up nicely, though the red one only had about half a tank of gas.
"It should be enough to get out of the city." Jill said, re-assuring Jim. Before they could leave, however, they had to clear out the two cars blocking the passage out.
"Now what do we do?" Jim asked as he pulled up along side Jill's van. Jill then noticed a large pick-up truck on the opposite side of the garage. She smiled and exited her van going to the truck, happy to find the keys still in the ignition. She started it up, and backed out, facing the two crashed cars.
"Jim! Get out of the way!" Jill shouted. Jim quickly backed up his van, and let Jill have her space. She got out, and took a nearby chipped off block of concrete from the guard-rail, placing it on the gas pedal. The truck tires spun wildly, as if on a leash. Jill then reached inside, and took it off neutral, allowing the truck to blast towards the collision. Being much larger then the two cashed cars, it smashed right on through it, and into the wall ahead, getting everything out of the way. Jill turned and winked at Jim, who just rolled his eyes at her. She got into her van, and they rode down the ramps. They smashed through the black and yellow striped safety gate and onto the infested streets of Racoon City, heading back to the residential street where they had hidden the other survivors. They arrived on the street, which was quiet and empty for the moment, and went to each house the survivors were lodged in. There were at least two per house. Jim led six of them into his black van, while Jill put the other six in her red one.
"Ok, that's all of them! Let's go, the military should still be guarding the outskirts of the city!" Jim shouted over to Jill. She loaded one more man in, and gave Jim thumbs up before getting into the driver's seat. Jim got in as well, and the two sped off towards the nearest city exit. It looked like their ordeal was over, but then, Jill caught sight of something that made her gasp. It was Brad's S.T.A.R.S chopper; she could recognise it for it was flying low. It was headed in the direction of the RPD!
TO BE CONTINUED.
A/N: I suppose I'll just tell you guys that Jill will return to the RPD after she and Jim escape, because she has to go do her stuff from RE3, but the fic will still follow Jim, as well as Chris, Barry and the Hard Rain group. Happy reading!
"Run Jill Run!" Jim shouted to his partner as they scurried down the street. It was now 2:00AM, and Jill and Jim had decided it was time to escape. They searched the streets for a working car, starting at a nearby parking garage. The plan was to find a vehicle large enough to fit all the survivors into then ride out of the city. All the survivors wasn't much, it was about 12 people. A couple of mini-vans would do the trick. But now two hungry lickers who had decided the parking garage would make a nice residence pursued Jim and Jill. Jim could see them in the corner of his eye, sticking to the walls with their unbelievably sharp claws. He quickly turned and fired three shots from his Desert Eagle, but only one bullet found a home inside one of the lickers shoulders. It screeched in pain, but did not let up. Jim and Jill ran up one of the garages many car ramps to the next level, where there had been a collision. The two cars blocked the way to the next part of the garage. Now climbing out of the cars were the former drivers of the cars, who were now turned into zombies by Umbrella's mad experiments. They crawled out of their shattered car windows upon sight and smell of the two police officers.
"Shit! I've had enough of this!" Jill shouted. Jim saw her raise her shotgun to her shoulder and turned to wait for another appearance by the lovely lickers that pursued them. Jill blasted shells at the walking dead drivers and their two passengers. Just as the last zombie's head exploded in a show of gore, the lickers bounded up the ramp. Jim fired five shots into one of their heads. The licker finally dropped dead, but the other was nearly upon Jim. Suddenly, a loud blast rang through the air just as the licker jumped at Jim. He looked up to see the licker on it's back six feet away, and Jill beside him, he shotgun smoking.
"Thanks Jill." Jim said, unloading his empty clip and slamming a new one home. Jill nodded to him.
"No problem, now let's find some transportation out of this hell hole." Jim agreed and the two climbed over the two ruined cars in the centre of the garage passageway. On the other side they found exactly what they were looking for, two mini-vans. Jim jumped into the black one, and found the spare keys up in the sunblind, while Jill went to the red one and hot-wired it. Both started up nicely, though the red one only had about half a tank of gas.
"It should be enough to get out of the city." Jill said, re-assuring Jim. Before they could leave, however, they had to clear out the two cars blocking the passage out.
"Now what do we do?" Jim asked as he pulled up along side Jill's van. Jill then noticed a large pick-up truck on the opposite side of the garage. She smiled and exited her van going to the truck, happy to find the keys still in the ignition. She started it up, and backed out, facing the two crashed cars.
"Jim! Get out of the way!" Jill shouted. Jim quickly backed up his van, and let Jill have her space. She got out, and took a nearby chipped off block of concrete from the guard-rail, placing it on the gas pedal. The truck tires spun wildly, as if on a leash. Jill then reached inside, and took it off neutral, allowing the truck to blast towards the collision. Being much larger then the two cashed cars, it smashed right on through it, and into the wall ahead, getting everything out of the way. Jill turned and winked at Jim, who just rolled his eyes at her. She got into her van, and they rode down the ramps. They smashed through the black and yellow striped safety gate and onto the infested streets of Racoon City, heading back to the residential street where they had hidden the other survivors. They arrived on the street, which was quiet and empty for the moment, and went to each house the survivors were lodged in. There were at least two per house. Jim led six of them into his black van, while Jill put the other six in her red one.
"Ok, that's all of them! Let's go, the military should still be guarding the outskirts of the city!" Jim shouted over to Jill. She loaded one more man in, and gave Jim thumbs up before getting into the driver's seat. Jim got in as well, and the two sped off towards the nearest city exit. It looked like their ordeal was over, but then, Jill caught sight of something that made her gasp. It was Brad's S.T.A.R.S chopper; she could recognise it for it was flying low. It was headed in the direction of the RPD!
TO BE CONTINUED.
A/N: I suppose I'll just tell you guys that Jill will return to the RPD after she and Jim escape, because she has to go do her stuff from RE3, but the fic will still follow Jim, as well as Chris, Barry and the Hard Rain group. Happy reading!