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Save File 02: Jill

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Jill took a deep breath and exhaled slowly in an attempt to keep herself collected and composed as her dexterous fingers were trying their best to expertly load fresh ammo into her exhausted weapons.

"Come on…" she encouraged herself as she noticed her fingers started to shake form the fear and anxiety running through her body. Even taking a quick peek around the corner of her hiding place was a great risk that could mean the end of her life. She sucked in another deep breath as she leaned her body against a cobblestone wall for support. "Damn…so close, come on!!" she grunted as she pushed her last round of bullets into her handgun. "Yes!" Just as she readied her handgun, she heard the sound of a door being knocked down. Retreating from her small hiding area behind a pile of rubble, she turned at the street corner and was met with a horde of zombies. The scent of their dead and rotten flesh made Jill nauseas, and it took all the will she had to not expel the bile tickling the base of her throat.

She pushed her handgun into her holster and pulled out her shotgun. She took a clean aim at the heads of the zombies and pulled the trigger. The recoil from the shot caused her tired hands and arms to falter a bit, but she gripped the weapon tightly to maintain control and fired another shot. The explosion against rotten flesh caused blood to gush in all directions. Their poisonous substance stained Jill's boots but she couldn't worry about that now. She was grateful that at least the rest of her attire was not too badly tainted with the exception of a few random splotches on her miniskirt. As soon as the defeated horde fell to the ground, Jill immediately moved on without even taking a second to catch her breath.

The sound of a heavy thud caused her heart to race at an abnormal rate. She could hear the pounding footsteps drawing closer, and knew exactly what was after her. "Oh God, it's him again!"

Maybe I can lose him! I can't take him on again! I've already used up a good portion of my ammunition on him during our last battle. How is he still alive!?

Jill's eyes roamed for any place that could be used as shelter. Her attention fell on an iron door. It was a storage room that she was in earlier, and it was probably going to be the safest hiding spot for her at the moment. Without looking back, she turned the doorknob and thrust herself into the room, locking the door firmly behind her. She moved into the corner of the small dimly lit room and raised her shotgun. Aiming at the door, she waited for the monster to burst into the storage room. Her arms were exhausted from holding the heavy weapon, but she couldn't rest now.

Not when he was out there waiting for her.

She could now hear the thundering footsteps right outside the door as the monster released a devastating roar, "STTTAAAAARRRSSSSSSS!!"

Jill squeezed her eyes shut as the rising crescendo pierced her ears. The scream reverberated through her head, and when she opened her eyes, she couldn't even tell if the creature was still yelling for her or if that one word was so deeply imbedded within her mind that it making her imagine things.

A thick and uneasy silence hung in the tense air as Jill cautiously walked away from the corner. Her weapon was still poised to aim at anything that was going to burst through the small door. She slowly walked to the door and placed her ear against the frame, but all she could hear was her own heart beating heavily against her chest as if it were trying to release itself from her body.

Her hair and body were drenched in cold sweat and dried blood, and she didn't know how much more of the horror she could take. Dropping her shotgun to the floor, she made her way to the abandoned typewriter in the room and inserted a fresh roll of ink ribbon into the machine.

That thing is still after me. No matter how many times I've tried to kill it, it keeps coming back. My body still feels a bit hot and weak from the virus, but at least I am still alive thanks to Carlos. I didn't know if I could trust him at first, but he saved my life. I really owe him one.

Chris, where are you!? You're my partner…I didn't think I could have made it this far alone, but I did. I can't help but think what would have happened if Carlos didn't get the vaccine to me on time. I-I probably would have never seen you again. Would you even be able to find out what happened to me? When I was unconscious from the virus, you were the only thing I could think about. When my fever spiked, all I could see were delirious images of you. Your face, eyes, body…they haunted me. I was in so much pain, and I kept thinking that you were going to be the one who was going to bring me the vaccine and save me. I guess…what I'm trying to say is that I care about you a lot. When I thought I was going to die from the virus…I actually started to cry a bit because I was scared I was never going to see you again. I felt that everything I've fought for was for nothing…and Umbrella might really win in the end.

I can't believe you left me behind like this…I'm hurt and angry, but at the same time I understand why you had to leave. Chris, I need to see you again. There's a lot on my mind and I want to tell you everything, in person. I don't even know where you are right now or if you're safe. I don't even know how I'll be able to find you if I get out of here alive.

All I know is that I need to see you again. Chris, I hope you're alive out there somewhere. We both have unfinished business that we need to take care of together. Wait for me, and please don't die on me.

You know, I just suddenly got a newfound energy to get out Raccoon City alive. I won't let that monster beat me. I didn't survive the mansion incident with you just to get killed by this creature here.

The city will be bombed within a few hours, and everything will be gone. Our homes, our beloved police station, our favorite restaurant, our memories here, and this letter…they will all perish with the city.

But, I promise I'll still be alive.

I'll see you in a bit, Redfield.

She couldn't explain why she had the sudden urge to type her thoughts out, but it certainly did help her put everything in perspective again. Bathed in blood, sweat, and tears, Jill Valentine had come too far to give up now. Picking up her shotgun, she pushed through the door with a new wave of confidence and strength. Even though her survival seemed bleak at the moment, she was not about to quit anytime soon.

Not when she had to see her old partner again.

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A/N: I wanted to focus on Jill in this chapter because I've always wondered how she felt when she was lying inside the chapel with the Nemesis poison. This is just my take on that. Hope it was okay! There's more to come, but it might take awhile to update because I need to replay some of the older RE games to get into the characters' mindsets again. Thanks for viewing and please leave a review! ^_^ Until next time!