Resident Evil
The Ashley Graham Case

Disclaimer: I do not own any Resident Evil, characters, elements, etc... this plot is PURELY of my imagination

Chapter 13: In A Split Second

The green, clawed, genetic outcast pointed it's claws at Claire, who swung you assault rifle from off her back and aimed it directly and flipped onto the strip of carpet that lead to the back of the plane, firing five rounds in mid-air.

The Hunter deflected the his claws, of course Claire only fired those five rounds to slow him down as she dashed down the carpet.

As she ran she tried to think of something to do, she was trapped on a plane with a Hunter who was going to impale her just as he had to the victims before him.

Then something caught her eye out the window, the WING of course!

Jill ignored the pain that pulsed through her sides again as she got up and looked back at Claire, who had just cut the slide. "CLAIRE, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!?" she demanded.

The next thing she heard was gun shots and the loud foot steps of the Hunter going down the plane.

She had to think quickly, and looked around... and then she saw something. It was one of those red trucks with the stairs on the back, and the door was open on it. 'If I can get the steps back up for Claire on the entrance, maybe she can get out...' thought Jill, and she began dashing for the truck.

She hopped in and closed the door, then slide over to the ignition and saw that the key was still there.

Suddenly, she felt a horibble pain in the back of her head and she held it to the side againest the steering whell, groaning. All she could see was the red door and the white terminal taht was empty.

"Must... help... Claire..." she whimpered and lifted her throbbing head up and started the vehicle and turned it toward the plane, then she saw the door near the wing open and out dove Claire.

'The mid-cabin doors for ground leavings!' shouted a thought in her head, but then suddenly she felt a hot breath on the back of her neck and the feling of hot blades go through her back, go through her back.

She screamed and felt her eyes begin to close and saw the darkening view of the door, 'So... close...' she groaned screamed in her head.

So, with all the strength she could muster, she threw her body to the left, hiting it hard againest the door and tearing the blades from her back and the Hunter sped on by into the back of the plane and crashed into the serving cart.

As if time had slown down, she pulled the red switched the the door opened and she dove out, her legs giving out at the jump and causing her to tumble onto the wing.

Jill saw the lifeless brunette begin to tumble down the wing and swung the truck hard to the left and felt the top connect with the wing and soon heard the 'clunk' of Claire's body hitting the top of the stairs and she reversed, hoping that the body wouldn't fall off.

Luck was on her side when she stopped becasue Claire's body didn't move, and as much as she wanted to help the girl they had to get to the plane... where there was proper medical supplies.

So, Jill turned the truck and began to drive away from the plane and onto the tarmac toward the military plane, pushing the petal to the metal.

As she got closer she saw that their was now a pack of Hunters and dogs surrounding the back of the plane, where only two men stood now.

Jill had to do something, otherwise they would tear her apart, but what...

Chris watched out the window as mens fell by the plane, and finally Hunters and goes came and the last two men standing didn't have a fighting chance.

He couldn't watching until he saw a red flash out of the corner of his eye and looked over, to see... a red truck speeding to the plane, with Claire lying on the top!

The man caught his bretah in his throat.

"What's going on?" he said, joining Chris after helping Barry with the radio. He looked to see Claire on the roof, and what looked like... Jill at the wheel.

Chris had a look of terror... until he saw Claire's lifeless body begin to move... she was getting up and she had a rifle in her hand! Sounds and the light from gunshots meet the still air from there.

"Claire..." he whispered.

Jill began to hear movement on the top and she suddenly felt a bit of relief wash over and she looked over to the rear view mirror and turned it upward to see Claire, slowly and with difficulting getting up; rifle in hand.

There was blood leaking from the sides of her mouth now and some covering her assault rifle, but she had the look of a warrior on her. There were also piece of her roan-red S.T.A.R.S. outfit flying in the back of her outfit and she carefully took aim and bullets began to shoot at the monsters.

Jill smiled at the women's courage and persistance, and she pulled out her pistol and massed the butt of it againest the glass and once it shattered began to shoot too.

Umbrella's minions didn't stand a chance as bullet after bullet cut threw them, blood splattering in every direction.

Jill stopped the truck immediatly once they got to the back of the plane, jumping out and shutting the door.

The truck shook and Claire gasped, her body giving out again and she toppled from the top onto the hood, though Jill caught her before she hit the ground.

"MEDIC, WE NEED MEDICAL ASSISTANCE NOW!" shouted Jill as she dashed pasted the soldiers and into the plane, running to the front.

Mr. Anderson spun around from behind a crate and pointed a magnum directly at Jill's throat, causing her to stop dead in her tracks.

When the man saw Claire unconcious and Jill with her chin up he withdrew his pistol, "MEDIC!, NOW!" he yelled, and soon a man in a white uniform came and tooking the injured soldier to a table near by with some medical equipment.

Mr. Anderson watched the medic put Claire on the table then looked back at Jill, who pulled out her pistol again and reloaded it. "S.T.A.R.S. Officer, Jill Valentine reporting for duty, Barry has requested we stay on the plane until He and the other party with the fuel join us!".

Mr.Anderson smirked, "How do you know we don't have any fuel?" he said.

Jill smirked back, "Why else would have not taken off by now?" she said smugly.

The Comminications Director smiled, "You soldiers aren't as dumb as I thought".

Jill let out a breath, ignoring the comment, "Mission Complete..." she said breathlessly to herself, before then realizing something.

She couldn't feel her side, then suddenly... everything began to go dark... she felt the cold, steel floor meet her face and the last thing she saw was a trail of blood drops from where she has stepped in...