Raccoon City. Once an ordinary mid-western city, fueled by the successes of one of the largest pharmaceutical corporations in the world, Umbrella Chemical Inc. Now it was nothing better than a war zone, hell on earth, its population converted into mindless zombies while the city burned and the few survivors desperately tried to get out. And stuck in the middle of this chaos was Jill Valentine.
Jill had a far better chance than your average person of making it out of this city alive. She was only twenty-four years old, but had been a veteran of S.T.A.R.S. for years and was as deadly as she was beautiful. Unfortunately, she was caught by this outbreak of the undead unprepared, wearing only her blue tube top, black miniskirt, and boots. She was also severely under armed, having to pick off individual zombies with her pistol.
"Dammit, I can't keep going like this..." She panted, backing down an alley and firing at a stumbling horde of zombies approaching her, "I need to find a way to escape...."
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