Chapter 3: The Church
Oh god, why have you done this? Jill thought as she backed into the barricaded doors.
No Ammo, Lickers, Incompetent people? How could this day be any better?
She watched as lickers surrounded her, and thought of an idea. Jill threw her handgun into the wall on the other side of the church. The sound ringed throughout the entire building, diverting the lickers attention. As they were running down the aisle, a motorcycle crashed through the stained glass window. The person drove over both lickers, stopping short of smashing into Jill. At the sudden halt, he flew forward, falling on top of Jill.
I got up after falling on top of the woman.
"Hey, are you ok!?"I said helping her up.
"Yeah, i'm fine. What was that all about?" She said pointing to the shattered window.
"Well, I needed some way in, and the door was-" I was cut of by a missile flying through the window. The woman tackled me to the floor as it flew through the window above us. Glass rained down in sheets as we got up.
"Come on! Out the back!" She said running to a small door on the side of the church. I followed close behind.
As we walked through the streets, It finally occurred to me that my cloths were completely ruined. I looked up at the street sign. Castelia Ave. I thought for a second, and realized that my house was only a block away.
"Hey kid, Where'd you find guns like those?" She asked pointing to my dual revolvers.
"At a gun shop on Piner Ave," I said looking at one."and the names Brandon.".
"You can call me Jill, Jill Valentine."
"Hey Jill?" I asked as we were nearing Merit Ave, the street I lived on.
"Yeah, what's up?"
"Can I make a quick stop?"
"Where?"
"At my house."
"Is it close?"
"Very"
I walked down the soaked street. The entire street seemed to be safe.
6, 7, 8, 9, 10… Aha! 11! I thought as scanned the apartment numbers.
I opened the door and saw the steps were blood soaked. It was extremely difficult trying up them, especially with Vans on. When I reached the top I made a dash for the hallway, and in turn, my room. In there, I went to my dresser and searched through it. I grabbed my RCPD shirt, which was blue with the Stars logo on the right shoulder and on the back. I also got sweatpants of identical color. My combat boots were black with blue laces of a similar color. I unlocked my step dad's gun cabinet and grabbed a bulet proof vest while I was at it. I made my way back outside in my new outfit.
From now on, you are a badass cop who takes shit from no one. And nothing will stand in my way of escaping this hellhole.