As We Go Forth
A/N: Ah yes, the chapter that Kaitlyn herself has been waiting for since she knew that I was writing a Resident Evil story with her in it! Now this chapter WILL NOT be for the weak of heart, and the length is going to depend on how I feel while I write it. Please, don't hate me for this, but it had to happen!
Jill rose to her full height, letting the bigger chunks of dust roll off her while she quickly trid to relieve the rest of her clothes of the smaller particles. Kaitlyn watched her in disgust, wondering why the hell she even agreed to be in the same group with her. She had never liked her. Ever since she heard the story of Nemesis ripping through his skull, hollowing out his face.
She could picture it: Brad, lifted up from the ground by his head. His arms whirled around and he was screaming, trying to kick at the beast that held him. Jill stood by, looking with horror, the rocket launcher at her side motionless, while it's tentical shot out from it's palm, tearing through the flesh on Brad's face, cutting off his screams. The tentical forced its way through his skull, ripping through the gray matter of his brain, and protruding from the back of his head. He dropped lifelessly to his knees, before falling flat on his face, or what was left of it. Jill, all the while, stood on in "stunned" silence.
The gun hanging loosely in her right hand suddenly came into a tighter grip as Kaitlyn realized where they were. There were zombies abound, anything could happen to anyone. A cruel, evil smiled slowly drew across her lips as she eyed Jill. Such an easy topic.
"What do you want?" Jill asked roughly. "Lets just find our way outta here!"
"Agreed," she said, laughing a little. This was going to be all too easy.
Jill went to take a step deeper into the tunnel when Kaitlyn ran to her and tackled her backwards, knocking her off balance. "What the f-" Jill cried. Kaitlyn reared back and grabbed Jill's arm, spinning around and hurling her into the wall. A loud crack sounded as Jill's arm bent the WRONG way beneath her body and snapped in two.
Sobbing, she choked out, "What the hell are you doing?"
Her arm was bleeding, she might have learned her lesson. But Kaitlyn was not so sure. "You stood there and let him die! I know you did!"
"Who!?" she shreiked out in desparation. "What are you talking about!?"
Kaitlyn raised her gun and said, "You took my Brad away from me!" She took careful aim and shot.
Expecting the end to come, Jill, who had barely been standing before, felt pain flash in her knee as her right side gave way and she fell hard on the rubble, cutting her unbroken arm and slashing her forehead. A headache exploded in her head and she began having trouble thinking.
"I have been waiting for this time to come... BITCH!"
Jill looked up one last time as Kaitlyn pulled the trigger again and everything went black.
A/N: Ah yes, the chapter that Kaitlyn herself has been waiting for since she knew that I was writing a Resident Evil story with her in it! Now this chapter WILL NOT be for the weak of heart, and the length is going to depend on how I feel while I write it. Please, don't hate me for this, but it had to happen!
Jill rose to her full height, letting the bigger chunks of dust roll off her while she quickly trid to relieve the rest of her clothes of the smaller particles. Kaitlyn watched her in disgust, wondering why the hell she even agreed to be in the same group with her. She had never liked her. Ever since she heard the story of Nemesis ripping through his skull, hollowing out his face.
She could picture it: Brad, lifted up from the ground by his head. His arms whirled around and he was screaming, trying to kick at the beast that held him. Jill stood by, looking with horror, the rocket launcher at her side motionless, while it's tentical shot out from it's palm, tearing through the flesh on Brad's face, cutting off his screams. The tentical forced its way through his skull, ripping through the gray matter of his brain, and protruding from the back of his head. He dropped lifelessly to his knees, before falling flat on his face, or what was left of it. Jill, all the while, stood on in "stunned" silence.
The gun hanging loosely in her right hand suddenly came into a tighter grip as Kaitlyn realized where they were. There were zombies abound, anything could happen to anyone. A cruel, evil smiled slowly drew across her lips as she eyed Jill. Such an easy topic.
"What do you want?" Jill asked roughly. "Lets just find our way outta here!"
"Agreed," she said, laughing a little. This was going to be all too easy.
Jill went to take a step deeper into the tunnel when Kaitlyn ran to her and tackled her backwards, knocking her off balance. "What the f-" Jill cried. Kaitlyn reared back and grabbed Jill's arm, spinning around and hurling her into the wall. A loud crack sounded as Jill's arm bent the WRONG way beneath her body and snapped in two.
Sobbing, she choked out, "What the hell are you doing?"
Her arm was bleeding, she might have learned her lesson. But Kaitlyn was not so sure. "You stood there and let him die! I know you did!"
"Who!?" she shreiked out in desparation. "What are you talking about!?"
Kaitlyn raised her gun and said, "You took my Brad away from me!" She took careful aim and shot.
Expecting the end to come, Jill, who had barely been standing before, felt pain flash in her knee as her right side gave way and she fell hard on the rubble, cutting her unbroken arm and slashing her forehead. A headache exploded in her head and she began having trouble thinking.
"I have been waiting for this time to come... BITCH!"
Jill looked up one last time as Kaitlyn pulled the trigger again and everything went black.