Resident Evil Multiverse Of Madness

Earlier Jill, Sgt Peyton Wells a long time friend, and Terri Morales a reporter who joined the duo along the way, were in front of the gate that would be used as an exit point from Raccoon City. At this moment Raccoon city had become akin to a cage that held a sleeping beast, the outbreak started small with one or two people being infected which was manageable at the time. The authorities underestimated the threat thinking only a few got infected due to the incident in The Hive, but soon their initial suspicions were proven wrong as soon hell broke loose within the city.

Things had gotten to the point that individuals had to be carefully vetted before leaving Raccoon City, and only few were privileged enough to be amongst those allowed to leave. Jill was there to help manage the situation but was force to fled at the threat of death at the hands of the very law enforcement that was supposed to be protecting the civilians.

About an hour later, in a certain location in Raccoon City, a trio entered a church- Jill Valentine, Sgt Peyton and Terri. Scouting the place and giving it a brief onesie up and down the team of three proceeded inside to get some much needed rest.

"Terrible out there!" Peyton grumbled in his heavy tone of voice. Peyton is African American descent, with a build suitable for American football, though he could be considered a bit short since he hadn't breached the 6ft mark, he also was looking sickly pale at the moment.

"Yeah and I caught it on video" Terri said as she flipped through recent footages on her camera. Terri is your average American woman down to the obsession towards her chosen career in the face of death.

"Why are you doing that?" asked Jill "Nobody is going to see it anyway"

"This is gonna get me an award if I survive" Terri replied half-heartedly as even she thought she wouldn't be able to do anything with the footage.

Jill decided not to rain in Terri's delusions since everyone had their own coping mechanisms for times such as this, her own method was liquor and good s.e.x though the s.e.x part has eluded her until now. All of a sudden the three who were socializing had a gun pointed to the back of their heads.

"Leave this is my place to hide!" A crazily speaking man yelled after remaining hidden to catch them off-guard. Jill and Peyton were unafraid since the poor guy couldn't even hold a gun properly, at this rate he would likely kill himself before killing any of them.

"Are you kidding I think this place is big enough for all of us!" Peyton yelled since he was the largest there and even a hundred of himself would be impossible to fill the church.

"I am not sure!" the crazy man said panicking a bit as he sees they don't feel threatened by his gun at all. Jill was not someone of many words as she disabled the man and took his fun in three seconds flat.

"You dumb f.u.c.k this isn't the movies where you can shoot a gun without even holding it properly" Jill grumbled considering if she should end this man's manhood since she had been feeling s.e.x.u.a.lly frustrated for a while now.

Out of the blue a priest comes towards the altar speaking nonsense about being condemned by god, the reporter as nosy as she is simply films the priest until he concludes his 'it's the end of our time speech.'

*roar*

The group suddenly hears a struggling cry from deeper inside the sanctuary, obviously a zombie and everyone knows you never trust a creepy looking priest during the apocalypse since they're into some weird shit like little kids during normal times, Jill wouldn't be surprised if this priest was kidnapping zombies to f.u.c.k now instead.

"Jill go and check it out!" Peyton commanded.

"Alright!" Jill complies seeing the priest panicking quite a bit.

Heading to the back and seeing the zombie tied to a chair being fed human meet, she immediately become disgusted killing the zombie and the hypocrite priest albeit reluctantly.

At the front of the church Peyton began hearing weird noises coming from the shadows and their blind spots.

"What the f.u.c.k is that?" The crazy man yelled as his flight or fight instinct was activated, he chose to run away while shooting. Peyton considered stopping his idiocy but figured the man would make a great bait and increase his and Jill's chances at survival.

It wasn't even a couple seconds after turning around the corner that the Man's voice went quiet, obviously he had been killed in an instant.

Jill had just arrived back near the front and could see Peyton, and Terri moving around in circles aiming their weapons all over the place, Jill slowly made her way towards them while also counting the movements in the blurs of shadows.

"I count three hunters" Jill said, 'Hunters' as they are now known are the monsters that killed Spencer in the Hive.

"Yeah. Three of us as well, so that's what? One meal per hunter?" Terri joked.

"Okay we need to focus" says Jill.

They began firing shots and barely hitting the Flesh eaters, their bullets dwindling as their targets dash around sticking to walls with amazing agility like Spiderman from marvel. After firing the last couple shots, the trio realizes that they are out of bullets and though they do not show it, they had begun to despair. Jill for a brief moment even internally contemplated whether or not she should use Terri as bait because even if Peyton was bitten he was still infinitely more useful than a dead weight reporter until he began to show signs of zombification, also she really enjoyed sleeping with Peyton and was reluctant to kill him unless absolutely necessary.

However, before she could act on her reckless decision.

"Wait!" Peyton says as he is well aware of Jill's personality when she got serious.

"I hear something!" Peyton continues to add as the noise begins to amplify making it that much more recognizable. It was the sound of a motor bike driving towards the church from the outside at an astonishing speed and from what they could hear the owner seems to have no intention of stopping either. Before they could even see the rider the group had already began to subconsciously clear a path by excusing themselves from the center altar position.