The Nightmare is Far From Over
The howling moans echoed through the city streets as thousands of the undead walked freely and unchecked... Amidst the chaos, gunfire sounded out over the tortured screams as a single person dressed in tattered clothes tried to battle the mindless creations... One person stood surrounded by the likes of an army of the undead, that would easily overtake her, and alone she fought the biohazard. The woman wore jeans that were ripped above the hips and had slashes on the thighs of them with no hints of blood anywhere... Her tight crop top had stains from other people's blood and was ripped down the side... The young face of the woman was stern and cold while also burdened by emotions having to take down these poor souls... Her heart ached for having to dispense such rough justice but it was kill or be killed...
As the gun chamber smoked, she could feel her pulse quicken as the gun clicked empty among the blurring menace. Kicking the zombies away from her as she reloaded, her attention then turned to a mammoth experiment that was walking her way... Its many eyes focused as its massive muscles flexed as it rushed forward...
In the horror, the weapon, bearing the Umbrella symbol, smashed through the zombies and rushed at the woman, who was firing madly at it... Shutting her eyes tightly, she could see her life flash before her eyes as the monster punched her with his massive fist... Not even opening her eyes, she could feel her pulse slow and her blood flow freely... Getting up after being knocked down, the zombies smelt her blood and lunged onto the dying body, eating her flesh..... Time passed and her eyes reopened, darkened and shallow.... resurrected as one of the beasts stalking the fair city. As the craving for human flesh overcame her, Jill awoke from her nightmare in a cold sweat forever changed by this reoccurring dream...
Sighing and brushing her hair aside, she sat in her bed with her hands shaking in front of her face... It was some months after the Raccoon City disaster and the public had turned the S.T.A.R.S. into one of the bad guys of the disaster. Everyone took the side of the Umbrella Corporation and blamed the S.T.A.R.S. for their mishandling of the situation as the cause of everything. The weight of the world rested upon their shoulders but they took it all in stride. They held themselves together with their ties of friendship that sprung up from their first hand experience with the horrors of Umbrella. Despite their friendships and no matter their political mishandlings, the remaining survivors of S.T.A.R.S. had to be resilient against any of Umbrella's ploys to turn the public for it will continue to threaten the world with its biological nightmares... The world was still as of yet unwilling to believe that the beloved corporation that had done so much for them could be their greatest adversary... For soon, it would be too late for them all... The calm before the storm had long begun after the nuclear deployment and nothing could stop what was to come...
Managing herself up on her feet, Jill fumbled into the bathroom of her small apartment. Turning on the cold water faucet, she splashed herself trying to shake the sense that everything, everything she had fought for and everything she had done, was all for nothing. She stood staring into the mirror looking at how much she had changed these past few months... The burden of everything had aged her at least three years more than what she was now (making her twenty-three year old self look twenty-five)... Jill shook her head and plopped herself in front of her computer and finished typing her manifesto, to be sent to Umbrella directly and several news outlets. She knew that the surviving S.T.A.R.S. members had a price on their heads but she had to make herself known. Printing it up on paper, she addressed it to the last known residence of Barry Burton. For after he signed, the paper would then be sent across the US in search of the remaining members' signatures. As she left her apartment, she left it in the mailbox outside... Jill had found herself in hiding away from everything and everyone... Umbrella had indeed wormed their way into her life but she managed to scrape by on the money she received from friends... Walking through the sunlit streets, she could not shake the sense that she was being watched... for a corporation the size of Umbrella could not be lost for long... It was picking up her scent and was soon to take its plans to the next level...