Disclaimer: IOOMOC (I Only Own My Own Creations)
J.L.: If you couldn't tell already, there is going to be much action in this.At this current point and time, I know very little of Resident Evil five, so I must stress that this is just what it could turn out to be. On with the story.
Two hours later
I emerged from the safe house reloaded for the next round. Those things out there...I cannot honestly say I'm surprised but...I suppose I'll never get use to there being a such thing as a zombie so long as I retain my sanity. A slight breeze blew a few strands of hair out of my face. It'll be noon soon, and then I will have to remain under cover until the sun is no longer overhead. My jaw set, my gun loaded and my sight directed at the set of fortified buildings farther in the distance my decision was made. Go Jilly. Running for the next rooftop, I leapt to it, and almost missed my landing, grasping the edge of the roof and pulling myself up. A moan issued, and one of the infected came running at me before I could free my gun from it's holster strapped to my leg. I simply roundhouse kicked it back instead, and charged into it, ramming it off the top of the shabby building and to the ground two stories below.
"Zombi stupide." I muttered as it hit the ground, a sickening crack resounding. The creature rose back up, it's arm snapped clear backwards and it's femur now sticking out of it. Umbrella had a good idea of using the T-virus in warfare applications. The creatures don't stop for anything. It's a shame the virus wasn't perfected so that the effects didn't cause you to rot and go brain dead. A cold dry hand clasped me from behind and I elbowed the infected I had forgotten to watch out for back, withdrawing my gun in the same motion and blasting a few new holes into it's head at point blank. The corpse fell back to the ground, still. A couple of shots echoed in the distance. Chris...or...someone else?
"Bekommen Sie Ihnen Leiche zurück!" Screeched out a voice nearby, so I ran and leapt to the next building to see a blonde man hacking at one of the infected with a scimitar looking blade. The man looked to be about late twenties and his hair was trimmed to that of a mo-hawk. He had a moustache, a short strip one. German. I don't know much german, just enough to convey a message.
"Ich hast du!" I yelled out and blasted the head of the zombie clean off thanks to the laser guided sight. The german looked up at me and nodded, running off. Gee, no thanks? Hey thanks lady, I was having some trouble there...people. I reloaded, replaced my gun and went to start on the next jump I would have to make.
One hour and a half later
The sun had finally let up, but the fortified buildings were locked down and heavily guarded. I had scouted around quite a bit to see if I could find an opening to sneak through, but there was none. More than one solution to any problem...I just don't think I have the time or the resources on this one. I stood back, leaning against the rooftop entrance to a building. My communicator was in my hand.
"Are you sure there's no other entrance to the sewers Wong?" I questioned.
"There's nothing in the maps and blueprints Valentine, you have to go through the sewers unless you have ready rock climbing gear for scaling the walls to the palace grounds." She reported. I sighed deeply. Of course, I'll just pull some ropes and ice picks out of my ass. Some one was walking towards the gates of the fortification. Pushing off the wall, I looked more closely at the person. It's Chris.
"Redfield's made it to the gates. Depending on what they greet him with, I'll base my plan on that." I reported. Let's see how you fair mister mighty solo. The guards trained their guns on him, and he stopped, lowering his aim from in front of him downwards. Hostilities. I took out my own barreta and lazily fixed the laser guide to the ground in front of Chris. I saw a shift in his movements. He knows I'm watching. Chris set his weapon on the ground and held his hands up. The guards started opening the gates, but held Chris at bay. Once the were wide enough, a group of men walked out with their guns pointed at Chris. The terrible howl of the infected echoed and I jerked my sight to the place Chris had emerged from. Several infected were running to the new meat.
"The satellites telling me the gates are open." Wong said, almost questioning me. Chris is going to be slaughtered! The men opened fire on the infected, but they kept coming.
"The infected are heading towards him!" I exclaimed.
"Leave it be Valentine, Redfield's after the same objective as you." Wong warned. That's true, and it's clear there's nothing left for you.
"It's Chris." I said, almost to remind myself.
"If you go after him, you are putting your life and the objective in danger. We need that information." Wong commanded. Information or Chris. Which will it be Jill? Chris grabbed up his gun, but the infected were fast, too fast for him to be safe. Then do it.
"Chris is more important right now." I said.
"Wesker's not going to be happy about-" Wong started.
"I'm working for Wesker? I quit." I said and chucked the communicator down, jumping off the building and firing as many bullets into as many undead as I could, running to catch up with Chris. The infected began to drop, one by one.
"Damn you dirty beasts!" I heard Chris yell amoung the group of men just before the zombies reached them. The first man was ripped apart, but the horde of rotters was thinning out. I blasted a few more, switched to the .357 and continued on, stopping in my tracks just as I saw one of the infected bite Chris right on the left shoulder.
"Chris!" I yelled out and shot the creature, running right to him. Another zombie started it's attack, only to have it's neck and consequently, it's head blown off at point blank range by the .357 magnum. Blood started seeping through Chris's shirt badly. Take care of the infected first or you'll be lunch. I stood right in front of Chris and started popping off shots. When the .357 ran empty, I pushed him to the ground and snatched up whatever gun he was carrying. The undead had been thinned out severly, and I popped off the last shot into the head of the last one.
"You shouldn't be here." Warned the voice of Chris, but I had no time for his bullshit. I reached down and grabbed him up, forcing him to lean on my shoulder as I carried him towards the still open gates of the fortification. The survivors of the attack followed after us, not messing with us.
"Don't give me that shit." I spat out frustrated. He's infected.
"I told you to leave, you have no business here." Chris said. He's infected with the virus.
"Shut the fuck up Chris." I spat out. He's going to turn. The gates slammed closed behind us and I leaned Chris back against them.
"Thanks for help...need supplies?" The german man from earlier asked as he walked up.
"No. Do you have an open room for the night?" I asked.
"Yes, this way." The german motioned as I picked Chris back up. It didn't take long, the fortification was a small area with sturdy walls built up. I set Chris on the shabby bed as the german left.
"Sit still and don't ask too many questions." I commanded Chris as I withdrew the vial of vaccine and the syringe I carried in the leather puch attached to my belt. Filling the syringe and flicking it to ensure that no bubbles of air were in it, I injected the vaccine into Chris's arm.
"Why are you still here?" He asked as I tossed the syringe and empty vial out.
"I'll still do anything for you." I muttered as I pushed him down on the bed and pinned him there.
"What was that?" He asked, unsure of what I had said.
"You're mistaken Chris. I do have business here. I am trying to get ahold of some important incriminating evidence against Umbrella. We're on the same mission, just from different employers. At least, until I decided that saving your ass was more important than those documents. You'd better fucking be grateful Chris, I would have been a very rich woman had I just let you all get slaughtered." I answered. He didn't fight against my hold and just laid there. For a while I just sat there and kept him pinned. Too much. Two years is too much.
"Are you going to remove yourself from me anytime soon?" He asked after a while. He's infected and until-
"No. I've just shot you up with the vaccine to the T virus which I'm assuming might not work. I'm not taking the chance in allowing you to run off and devour the good citizens so kind enough to allow us in here." I stated, keeping my eyes trained on his to read his reaction.
"Who in the hell are you working for that you have the vaccine?" He asked, anger crossing his eyes. Wong...Wong's working for Wesker...Albert Wesker...she didn't seem too happy about it...but...Jilly-Jilly, you know what you've got to do.
"Wesker." I admitted. Anger crossed his eyes and hatred followed. Don't give in. Remember, he's infected. If the vaccine doesn't work then you won't have to worry about him being pissed at you, and if it does, he'll owe you his life. I set my jaw in strict determination and tightened my hold on him.
"Get off me Valentine." He demanded.
"I won't be broken down so easily Chris. You're staying here until I deem you uninfected." I stated, glaring right at him.
"You're working for Wesker, how do I know it isn't some-" He started.
"If it were some new form of virus, I wouldn't be putting my life on the life holding you here right now would I?" I dared.
"You've changed so much that it wouldn't surprise me." He admitted, his gaze unwavering and locked onto mine. We all have.
"That doesn't matter. In fact, I gave up the job. I've told you that right? Thanks to me using the vaccine on you, the contact won't get it and I won't get the damned incriminating documents. I gave it up for you, now do me a favor and at least believe my story." I explained.
"I told you to leave here." He reasoned, hatred still brimmed in his eyes.
"I'm stuck here now." I said. Wesker will not just forgive me and give me a free ride out of here. I'm going to have to fight to survive this place. It's like fucking Raccoon all over again except this time the damned zombies can run.
"What do you want?" Chris asked.
"To survive. I want to get out of this place alive. I highly doubt Wesker will give me a ride back though, and once Your team hears about this and the fact I've been infected with the virus since Raccoon...I won't be getting any rides from them." I answered. Chris looked off to the side.
"If I wake up tomorrow morning alive, I'll work something out. After this though, no more following after me. You're dead to me." He said. Just the same.
"Sounds reasonable. I'm going to go grab some straps to keep you tied down just in case." I said and released him, standing up to head outside to find ropes for him. At least he's still man enough to get me out of this forsaken hellhole.
J.L.: Anyone whose played any resident evil game knows that there is always a mini boss of sorts right? Next chapter.