Well, I haven't written for the RE fandom in a while. I just go through playing RE3 Remake and I thought it was a pretty fun game. I love the characters and their interactions but I did find the story a little underdeveloped which I believe led to the cut of some places.
Anyways I had a lot of fun writing this piece, it takes place right when Carlos reaches the infected Jill. It's a reimagining on the clock tower run, but still, it satisfies my want for a scene like this in the remake and I hope you all feel the same way. Enjoy! :)
"Tyrell, do you copy!"
"What's going on?" Tyrell's voice responded, tensed my Carlos's tone.
"Jill's been infected! I…" He hesitated for a second, his mind going blank. Where was he just headed before the shock of her dying form reached his gaze, "I'm taking her to the hospital, maybe Dr. Bard can save her." That's it Jill needed someone who was centered this moment.
"Alright, I'll meet you there." Tyrell was concerned for his comrade and hoped he kept it together for the sake of the situation. Their small group was all that was left from the sound of it, they needed each other to survive this.
Carlos sucked in a deep breath before he adjusted Jill over his shoulder, her skin was ice compared to his but it didn't bother him. "You hang in there super cop, I got you." She felt weightless to him, perhaps it was the surge of adrenaline once again laying claim to his being.
He kept close to the dim areas. He took in the surroundings before moving ahead. It was quite the open space up ahead, a park it seemed. He could read the sign: Raccoon Park and Memorial. "What the hell could be in there." He had seen his fair share of nightmare beasts, a park had some wildlife to it and who knows what the outbreak had done to them. The memorial half of it, he really could do without the undead at the moment, he could imagine the corpses rising from their graves, at this point, it was hardly a surprise.
He thought back on his trek to find Jill, he dispatched a few zombies but quickly understood that all the scattered zombies would unite somewhere down the road. Noise attracted these things for the most part but he didn't disregard the fact that they could eventually just sniff them out as they were persistent monsters to their true dying breath.
He didn't like the fact that he was low on ammo either. He could run by a horde at least but another thought crossed his mind as he looked over the field. Jill's last encounter had been with her Nemesis and there had been no sign of him near her, which could only mean… "Fuckface is still somewhere out there."
"Shit, what a day." He scoffed.
Jill groaned in pain as if agreeing with his comment.
He sighed at hearing her pain, but it wasn't enough to discourage him. "Trust me you'll be yourself, you'll have a snarky response for every compliment I give you."
But for her to feel like herself, he'd better keep moving. He'd better decide on a route...
He thought about the map that Tyrell had shown him. Just ahead was the St. Michael's Clock Tower and beyond that was his destination The Spencer Memorial Hospital. He nodded his head, feeling some sort of gratification that his destination was a straight shot.
He took a deep breath noting he had to loop around the gate to get access once again to the Clock Tower. His grip tightened over Jill as he began his decided trek.
He did feel uneasy crossing the small plaza, it was too open and it reeked of burnt flesh. To add to his weariness was the side of the bridge with a barricade of piled up cars. The smoke and debris was still circling. He could guess it came from the rubble scattered around the area. Those were pieces of the clock tower, just from looking at the building's gaping holes and tampered architecture. "Only one thing's big enough to have caused this..." He eyed around but again it was only his breathing and Jill's labored breathing that was heard in his immediate area, although the chorus of the undead still circled Raccoon City in the distance.
He climbed the entrance stairs with ease but decided to place Jill down before he entered. He wanted to open the door without the extra tension that he had to dodge something with Jill still in his hold.
His weapon urged the door to open, and with a rusted creak from the hinges, he was greeted inside. The rifle was his first eyes inside, scanning the area. Again he was impressed by the grand room, it had several arches molded into the walls, each space held a floral arrangement and light. Looking further up was a large staircase that broke through to two hallways. At his level, there were two rooms that led somewhere from the main entrance. Although what really caught his attention in this room was a robust oak table, and a flamboyant flower-filled vase lay in the middle. It almost looked as if this location had remained untouched by the chaos outside.
He gained a little confidence and approached the table and noticed there were flyers talking about the history of the tower among the rooms for rent for weddings, concerts, etc. A leather-bound registry notebook lay near him and he took a peek, signatures of people who had come to tour, but one of the pages had a dry red handprint and unreadable words scribbled on it.
The calm veil had dropped from this scene and revealed how nowhere was safe. To his left, what had been hiding from his initial view was a dead man laying on the floor. On closer inspection, he was wearing the umbrella logo and there were no bites but a single shot landed between his brow. Which brought one of Jill's last words to him, Nicholai left us to die… which meant he could do this and worse, and if this was his work, he wouldn't stick around.
"I guess the things outside aren't the only things to worry about." He took his comrades ammo, knowing he would put it to better use. He went back outside to pick up Jill and brought her into the main foyer, resting her on the side of the steps. The main hall he still considered safe and the doors were heavy, he had time to continue to clear a path for them.
He decided to head for the door on the left. Opening it revealed another well-kept room, a piano resting in the corner, and chairs had been set up in an orderly fashion. A straight line of large windows circled the room, had it been a sunny day, it would have been a pleasant place to be in. Just across was another door with a cross on it. From the outside he remembered he had seen one of the buildings that connected with the tower, it had a cross on the top as well. "A chapel." The door looked sturdy as well, he pondered for a moment if he should take Jill all the way with him to the Hospital, maybe she would be safer in a place that was this untouched as there was no telling what else he would encounter on his way there.
Risking her life further wasn't an option, this was a lucky break but as he thought this, groans and moans were just outside. In seconds the windows had been shattered and the shuffling of the undead sought claim to the room. "Did they smell us out?" He muttered outraged. He shut the door and went straight to pick up Jill. There was no other option she was staying with him.
He dashed with her into the room on the right, he found himself in a large dining hall, a pair of zombies in the corner peered at them. Slowly but determined they began to make their way to them. Luckily there was another door tucked on the side of the room and he easily made his way to it, leaving the hungry behind.
Carlos made sure the door was closed and spun around to meet the new space he had found himself in. He found this to be the creepiest place of them all, a narrow hallway that screamed trouble and it looked out of place from the rest of the rooms he had visited. There was neglect everywhere; dust accumulated on the window bars, the fading wallpaper and the cobwebs surrounding every corner. The webs had him take a step back, they were unnatural in size.
This urged him to keep moving, keeping his steps light. In the end, it didn't help that on his way out, he saw another mercenary trapped in layers of the gleaming white material. "Don't want to meet this maker."
As if on cue he heard thudding just above him, and from the corner of his eye, through the windows, he saw a large dark figure moving around. It was stiped and with thick brown and black hair clinging to its form. That's all he needed to see before his pace quickened further but thankfully he had reached the next door.
Yanking it open he was greeted by another sad sight, two people locked in a lifeless embrace. A familiar sight, the male was a mercenary and she looked to be a civilian. Somehow it brought his current predicament into the light, if he failed Jill would they look like this in the end?
"No…" Jill groaned restlessly, she shifted slightly, her expression furrowed.
"You're right," He wasn't going to back down when they were almost there. He tore his gaze from the pair and took a moment to assess the room.
The room had dedicated its attention to three paintings on the wall and three statues just across from it. "Is everyone in Raccoon City into contemporary home decor?" He took a quick peek at the paintings, noting the plaque at the bottom said Past, Present, and Future. He could see where the name had come from as it depicted a girl, the woman she would become and herself after time had taken a toll on her body. Under these paintings, however, was a tray and on them were three distinctive stones. He didn't dwell any longer on the specifics of the room only musing to himself, "real interesting tastes."
He walked further into the place and noticed some shelves had been knocked down, and they were blocking a door. He placed Jill down and worked on heaving the book cramped shelves from his way. He opened the door to take a peek and much to his surprise it led to a narrow alley. Further ahead was a sign: an arrow pointing left with the words Spencer Memorial Hospital.
He closed the door, and went back to Jill, he took a moment to drape and adjust Jill into a more comfortable position on his back. "Almost there." He said.
He left the final room of the tower and carefully stepped down the miny staircase. Getting to the bottom he rushed past to the edge of the alley and in his sight was the hospital and no one else was around. All he had to do was pass a few cars. He felt a surge of energy take over his legs and he began to run, but as he was about to take another step a car door burst open, he came to a sudden halt. He didn't stop the way he had hoped, instead, he tripped with his jerked movement, falling on his side, taking Jill with him.
The zombie took advantage of it and climbed onto him, it growled furiously. It's rancid breath reaching Carlos as he struggled to take the rabid beast off him. Using his legs as leverage he pushed up, bracing his arms forward with the impulse. The zombie fell back and Carlos quickly looked for his rifle but it was in hands of another.
Jill was on her knees with a half-conscious look about her but she pointed the weapon full of intent. All Carlos could do was duck out of the way as the zombie struggled to rise but her firing stopped it. She unloaded the clip into the undead, the bullets shredded it's already rotting flesh. She kept her finger on the trigger but the clip had been long finished. Her head turned languidly to look at him, her breath caught and struggling. A look of confusion took her over as she looked at him, "Car...los…"
Carlos was at her side once more, taking the weapon from her and guarding her in his arms. "Another rescue point for you Jill." She fell unconscious with no more words but her pain began to rise again.
Once more with her in his hold he ran, shoving the doors of the hospital open and silence welcomed him.
So this was my take on Carlos's heroic venture to get Jill to the hospital!
I'd love to hear what you all thought!
Thank's for reading and hopefully, we meet in another story! :)
-roseimagine