Beyond the open fields, past the farmer's planting acres, lies a club for
the men of age to come and hunt to their desire's content. In the middle of
the club's area lies a beautiful small cabin surrounded by other small
abodes. This is the place where the exhausted Jill Valentine arrives at
after her journies into the well known horrors. Her reason of her arrivals
was for a simple escape of reality itself. She came to gather her thoughts
from the events that no one has ever dreamt of possible. Jill knew that if
she didn't leave the city life and enter the peaceful song of nature, her
mental mind would never have the ability to become normal.
The cabin that Jill came to was well decorated for it was her grandfathers. Her family was well known throughout the valley for their sly arrivals and sneaky thefts which gave them a bad reptuation. The cabin was two stories: two small bedrooms and one bathroom upstairs, a kitchen that is connected to the living room downstairs. The dining room was used as the center piece that separated the kitchen and the living room. Next to the small entrance hall besides the living room is the trophy room. It was hardly ever used and was cluttered with the heads of animals from game and antique guns.
That was all of the Valentine Cabin besides the acres of land and trees. The closest city was two hundred and forty-eight miles away and the only thing close to the multiple clubs in the Timilarian area was a small shopping mall with Foods 'R' Us and small fast food resturaunts.
The morning sun rose slowly as it brushed away the screaming, cold chills and the eerie fog. The birds began to talk sweet lullabies and hunted for someone to be their mate. Jill Valentine heard the birds chirping and slowly opened her eyes. Everything was blurry at first but slowly came to view. All the blinds were wide open and the omnipresent sun rays poured brightly inside the cabin. The cabin was open to nature with multiple windows lined up against the walls to ensure the true beauty of the sun.
Jill turned her head away from the bright light at Carlos Oliveira sleeping lightly with his right arm around her delicate body. She stared at his bare chest and smiled. She was getting used to living in the quiet life in her grandfather's cabin in the White Stag Shooting Club. Jill glanced at the light sheet that settled gently around his waist and down to his knees. The sheets were tangled on the edge of the bed and some pillows fell to the floor due to the game of "search and find". Jill smiled and recalled the other night when the moon was high and the air was warm. She remembered Carlo's sweaty body-
She watched him turn over and breathe deeply.
Jill slowly got up and walked to her closet. She opened it and glanced at the tank tops and summer clothing she grabbed at the nearest Wal-Mart in the Cantebane Mall. It was the only mall around and it had absolutely nothing.
Here I am, being a farmer girl and wearing slutty clothing
She glanced at the tank top and the short skirt she wore for two months in Raccoon City. She felt her hands tremble and she quickly grabbed her silky, white robe and closed the door quietly but quickly. She wrapped the robearound her smoothe body and opened the door. She glanced at the plant in the center of the hall that led downstairs.
I really need to water that thing
Passing the door to the second bedroom, she walked downstairs and headed into the kitchen. The cabin was lighted by the morning sun and the trailers sat motionless with people still sleeping. Jill glanced at the clock realizing it was only six in the morning.
Why do I always get up early? Oh yeah...that's right. I get up early with a knife under my pillow because I think a rotting hand is trying to touch my arm
Yawning, she walked toward the coffee pot besides the sink and grabbed the mug beside it-
She felt something slide around her waist and dropped the mug. She twirled and gasped as she stared at Carlos.
"Carlos!" screamed Jill.
"Take it easy babe..." he said as he kissed her on the lips softly and on the neck. "You're still distressed?"
"I know..." Jill replies and kisses him on the lips again. She lowers her head.
"I...I just feel that I'm still there. I'm still in Raccoon City. I still see the walking dead, the burning city..."
Carlos placed a finger on her lips slowly and made her quiet.
"Shhh....that's behind us now. We came here to forget...remember?"
"We can't forget somethign that ruined our lives Carlos" informed Jill. "It won't go away. I had a dream last night that one of those things were chasing me and I stabbed it with a knife. I wouldn't stop stabbing it. THe blood, the gore..." Jill poured some coffee in her mug and added some sugar and cream.
Carlos glanced at her with his brown eyes. "What's wrong?"
"I...I liked it. I wanted more. That dream was my life Carlos. I don't want to.."
"It isn't Jill" scolded Caros as he poured himself some coffee.
"That's easy for you to say..." Jill smiled. "Since someone was a Umbrella Rescue team member who had no clue what was going on except go in and be forced to die. Oh..and did say that it was my most hated enemy?"
"But yet..." Carlos put the coffee down and walked in front of Jill. "You allowed me to come with you and escape from life for a few months." He heard the radio go on in the background.
"Because you used to be part of Umbrella doesn't mean that I should hate you...you didn't know."
Carlos picked her up and placed her on the center isle of the kitchen and kissed her deeply. Jill wrapped a leg around his waist and returned the kiss. She felt his hand wandering and realized that he would always be there.
In the meantime, the news came on the radio, "Good morning Timilarian. We just recieved news that there was a kidnapping at Puesta Lake. It appears that a family has lost their daughter when they went camping around the boat dock. The only evidence that the police found was spots of blood around the area. We will keep you updated. Now back to your music."
Jill and Carlos completely blocked the noise from the radio as they took each other's
The cabin that Jill came to was well decorated for it was her grandfathers. Her family was well known throughout the valley for their sly arrivals and sneaky thefts which gave them a bad reptuation. The cabin was two stories: two small bedrooms and one bathroom upstairs, a kitchen that is connected to the living room downstairs. The dining room was used as the center piece that separated the kitchen and the living room. Next to the small entrance hall besides the living room is the trophy room. It was hardly ever used and was cluttered with the heads of animals from game and antique guns.
That was all of the Valentine Cabin besides the acres of land and trees. The closest city was two hundred and forty-eight miles away and the only thing close to the multiple clubs in the Timilarian area was a small shopping mall with Foods 'R' Us and small fast food resturaunts.
The morning sun rose slowly as it brushed away the screaming, cold chills and the eerie fog. The birds began to talk sweet lullabies and hunted for someone to be their mate. Jill Valentine heard the birds chirping and slowly opened her eyes. Everything was blurry at first but slowly came to view. All the blinds were wide open and the omnipresent sun rays poured brightly inside the cabin. The cabin was open to nature with multiple windows lined up against the walls to ensure the true beauty of the sun.
Jill turned her head away from the bright light at Carlos Oliveira sleeping lightly with his right arm around her delicate body. She stared at his bare chest and smiled. She was getting used to living in the quiet life in her grandfather's cabin in the White Stag Shooting Club. Jill glanced at the light sheet that settled gently around his waist and down to his knees. The sheets were tangled on the edge of the bed and some pillows fell to the floor due to the game of "search and find". Jill smiled and recalled the other night when the moon was high and the air was warm. She remembered Carlo's sweaty body-
She watched him turn over and breathe deeply.
Jill slowly got up and walked to her closet. She opened it and glanced at the tank tops and summer clothing she grabbed at the nearest Wal-Mart in the Cantebane Mall. It was the only mall around and it had absolutely nothing.
Here I am, being a farmer girl and wearing slutty clothing
She glanced at the tank top and the short skirt she wore for two months in Raccoon City. She felt her hands tremble and she quickly grabbed her silky, white robe and closed the door quietly but quickly. She wrapped the robearound her smoothe body and opened the door. She glanced at the plant in the center of the hall that led downstairs.
I really need to water that thing
Passing the door to the second bedroom, she walked downstairs and headed into the kitchen. The cabin was lighted by the morning sun and the trailers sat motionless with people still sleeping. Jill glanced at the clock realizing it was only six in the morning.
Why do I always get up early? Oh yeah...that's right. I get up early with a knife under my pillow because I think a rotting hand is trying to touch my arm
Yawning, she walked toward the coffee pot besides the sink and grabbed the mug beside it-
She felt something slide around her waist and dropped the mug. She twirled and gasped as she stared at Carlos.
"Carlos!" screamed Jill.
"Take it easy babe..." he said as he kissed her on the lips softly and on the neck. "You're still distressed?"
"I know..." Jill replies and kisses him on the lips again. She lowers her head.
"I...I just feel that I'm still there. I'm still in Raccoon City. I still see the walking dead, the burning city..."
Carlos placed a finger on her lips slowly and made her quiet.
"Shhh....that's behind us now. We came here to forget...remember?"
"We can't forget somethign that ruined our lives Carlos" informed Jill. "It won't go away. I had a dream last night that one of those things were chasing me and I stabbed it with a knife. I wouldn't stop stabbing it. THe blood, the gore..." Jill poured some coffee in her mug and added some sugar and cream.
Carlos glanced at her with his brown eyes. "What's wrong?"
"I...I liked it. I wanted more. That dream was my life Carlos. I don't want to.."
"It isn't Jill" scolded Caros as he poured himself some coffee.
"That's easy for you to say..." Jill smiled. "Since someone was a Umbrella Rescue team member who had no clue what was going on except go in and be forced to die. Oh..and did say that it was my most hated enemy?"
"But yet..." Carlos put the coffee down and walked in front of Jill. "You allowed me to come with you and escape from life for a few months." He heard the radio go on in the background.
"Because you used to be part of Umbrella doesn't mean that I should hate you...you didn't know."
Carlos picked her up and placed her on the center isle of the kitchen and kissed her deeply. Jill wrapped a leg around his waist and returned the kiss. She felt his hand wandering and realized that he would always be there.
In the meantime, the news came on the radio, "Good morning Timilarian. We just recieved news that there was a kidnapping at Puesta Lake. It appears that a family has lost their daughter when they went camping around the boat dock. The only evidence that the police found was spots of blood around the area. We will keep you updated. Now back to your music."
Jill and Carlos completely blocked the noise from the radio as they took each other's