This is Jill's point-of-view of the events of RE3, but I changed up certain parts of the story.

Continuing from the cliffhanger of Chp 1, here is Chp 2. Enjoy.

None of the RE characters belong to me.

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Fortunately, the impact from Nemesis jumping through the window was strong enough to knock me down the stairs. I had to gather myself quickly before Nemesis shot me with a rocket. I was able to get up and run to the door, but I heard Nemesis take a shot at me. The rocket missed me by two inches and blew opened the door. I jumped through the door, or should I say hole in the wall.

I was finally able to get to the computer in the lobby, but Nemesis came in and fired another rocket. I ducked out of the way, but the computer was destroyed. Before Nemesis was able to reload, I pulled out the hammer, and threw it at his only eye. I only had so many bullets and I didn't want to waste them now. I didn't check to see if the hammer hit Nemesis' eye, I just ran out the front doors. "I have to find a way to the roof", I thought to myself.

I decided to go to the restaurant next to the station. I could get on the roof of the restaurant and jump to the fire escape on the side of the station. I ran as fast as I could to the restaurant, but all of a sudden I ran into a guy. "You have to get out of the city now." He demanded. I said, "I'm trying to get out of the city." I quickly explain the situation to the man. The station's doors blasted opened and Nemesis stepped out ready to kill me. The man and I started running to the restaurant's door. As we were running, the man told me his name was Carlos. We got into the restaurant and Carlos ran into the kitchen, saying he had an idea. He started mixing cleansers and cooking oils together. I helped him put them in containers and after we were finished, Carlos placed gunpowder in each container.

"Who do you work for, the government?" I asked as he dropped the rest of the gunpowder in each container. "I work for Umbrella, it's a....." Before I gave Carlos time to finish his statement, I placed my gun to his temple. I calmly said, "You're the bastards that made the T-Virus! You're trying to....." Before I could finish, Nemesis came through the door. Carlos told me to go to the back and climb the ladder to the roof. Carlos stayed behind to set fire to the kitchen. After setting it on fire, Carlos quickly climbed the ladder and escaped from Nemesis. As soon as Carlos jumped to the fire escape, the restaurant exploded. When Carlos got to the roof of the police station, I placed my gun back to his temple. He quickly explained how the T-Virus was released into the city. He told me that Umbrella had become a battlefield. One side was trying to stop the outbreak and working on the cure for the virus. The other side wanted to control innocent people and they sent Nemesis after the members of STARS. Umbrella wanted us dead because of what we knew.

Shortly after, the helicopter came and we got on it as fast as possible. When we got on the helicopter, Carlos told me the only way to receive the virus was to be bitten or injected by a creature infected with the virus. I decided to rest a little bit and calm my nerves. But for some reason, I couldn't relax, so I looked out the window toward the burning remains of the restaurant. I couldn't believe what I had seen.....Nemesis climbed out of the debris of the restaurant. He didn't have his rocket launcher, so he couldn't shoot us down.

I couldn't take it anymore. I wasn't going to give Nemesis the pleasure of killing me. I decided to kill myself. I pulled out the magnum and placed the barrel to my temple. Carlos yelled, "What the hell are you doing?" I told him Nemesis survived the explosion and I wasn't going to have him kill me the same way as he killed Brad. Carlos pulled the gun away, but I wouldn't let him have it. We wrestled for the gun, but suddenly it went off. The bullet struck the pilot in the heart. His death was instant.

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End of Chapter 2. R&R. I should have Chp 3 up by the end of this or next week.