Underground
AN: Okay now here is the next chapter one review said not to go out of Jill's character too much and I will try my hardest not to, but if I do it's simply because of how I want the story to flow. If I am going out of character with Jill please tell me and as always be free to give me advice and suggestions about this story in your reviews. I don't own RE.
Jill looked through the sewers; a few rats would scamper off in the distance as she would shine her flashlight on them. However besides that she couldn't find any signs of life. Continuing her walk Jill started to notice blood on the walls, some blood was streaked across the surface as if there had been a struggle, other stains seemed like somebody had got a bucket of blood and splashed it on the cement wall like it was a canvas. Jill's heartbeat quickened as she realized that she may want to e more careful reaching for her pistol she prepared for the worst.
About ten minutes later a low growl was heard, Jill startled spun around trying to find the noise but didn't see anything. Jill still looking in the opposite direction of her route felt herself back into something. Slowly turning around Jill almost screamed when she realized it was a gigantic wolf zombie beast of some kind. Jill immediately fired at the wolf hitting it in the chest; however the wolf seemed only partially stunned and lunged at Jill knocking her down. The wolf beast lunged at her neck but suddenly stopped and yelped in pain as something hit it's jaw.
Jill not even taking the time to see what hit her predator fired the bullet right into the wolf beasts' eye. The wolf beast howled like a regular wolf and then scampered off into the darkness of the sewer. Jill collected herself and checked for injuries, the beast had scratched her but nothing had managed to break the skin, sighing Jill picked up her flashlight. Jill then turned around again and let out a small scream as her light displayed a man. The man did not speak he had multiple scars one that came across his left cheek. The light reflected off his eyes well and the man stared coldly into Jill's eyes.
Jill couldn't tell if the man was hostile or not but certainly didn't want to take the chance to find out and so positioned to elbow him in the neck, the man must've seen it coming and calmly grabbed her forearm. "Who are you?" asked a frightened Jill Valentine. The man stared at her for a moment licked his upper lip then finally spoke in a dark and weathered voice.
"Vincent Van Salem."
"What are you doing down here…Vincent?"
"It's polite to tell your own name after one introduces himself."
"Jill, Jill Valentine."
"What are you doing down here miss Jill valentine?"
"You tell me first."
Vincent slowly explained everything; Jill absorbed the information then responded with her reason for being in the sewers. At first Jill thought Vincent didn't believe her because he tightened his grip on her forearm. Jill however kept a plain face not showing any signs of fear. "Fine, follow me if you want to live."
Vincent finally let go of her forearm and began to lead her down the dark underground septic system. Finally Jill reached what looked like a makeshift camp. It was in a large rotunda right there in the sewers. Tents were pitched some injured people moped around moaning similar to that of zombies. However Jill knew the difference between the living and the dead, despite the rotting flesh the living always had some spark in their eyes that assured her of their life. Several posts had been set up as well along with what seemed to be a broken radio people were preparing. "We drained out this section of the sewer so we could hide here." Explained Vincent walking up to a woman who was feeding a seemingly sick child. Jill couldn't believe what she was seeing; an underground almost post-apocalyptic world. There was even a small armored truck that was probably used for above ground transportation.
"Torrie, would you believe I found this woman? Claims to be an ex-member of S.T.A.R.S." Torrie looked up at Jill then spat on the ground symbolically to her. "Why should I give a shit?" asked an angry Torrie. Jill looked at Torrie she was; highly disheveled, she had many scrapes and bruises, her hair was untamed and her skin was covered in dirt and God knows what else.
"Excuse me what did you say?" asked a confused Jill. "I said I don't give a shit where you're from. S.T.A.R.S. abandoned us along with the rest of the world, leaving us to die like animals in constant fear! So now you're trapped down here with us and I'm supposed to welcome you? Ha, I hope you die miserably then you'll know what it feels like!" with that Torrie spat on Jill's boot wiped her mouth then re-directed her attention to the sick child.
"Pleasant girl." Sighed Jill to Vincent. "You should see her when she's angry." Chuckled Vincent as he led Jill to a small tent. "This is you're tent you'll be sharing it with three other people including Torrie. Since you have joined our 'encampment' you are expected to do as we say. Early in the morning at around six o' clock somebody should come by and wake your ass up, that's when you take a gun and keep watch over the south entrance. If you see anything just fire your gun at it; we don't have time to send an army for one zombie or worse." Jill looked confused.
"Vincent, how many zombies do you see a week?"
"We kill several, we see thousands."
AN: Well that's it for this chapter be sure to review I'll have the next chapter up ASAP. Review!