And I run for freedom
Who: Jill Valentine & OPEN Where: Somewhere in Manhattan When: March 17th What: She's was absurdly dropped in NYC and is just getting used to her surroundings.
Jill felt a sudden punch in her gut, she jerked forward out of breaths as her lungs lost all the oxygen it had previously. She found herself gasping for air that she would not be allowed to have for a moment, her legs weakened prematurely and she dropped to her hands and knees, trying to gather herself. Her eyes kept closed as she shook her head trying to regain composure instead of looking like a unprofessional, once she got to both of her feet she brushed her uniform off and took a heavy sigh.
The situation was no longer Africa, no longer normal and no longer familiar. In fact it looked like New York City, it had huge buildings and there wasn't much greenery around there either. One thing seems very much out of place; it was a ghost town from the look of it, there didn't seem to be any people, so she'd go find some!
The feeling was familiar of Raccoon City. Dank, somewhat empty, dreary, looked like every thing had been slightly destroyed.
Once she turned the nearest corner, she saw a plethora of undead, groaning and growling as they feasted on what looked like a wild animal. It was more than she'd ever seen in Africa, Raccoon City or anywhere combined. All she could do was stare until, she saw one look her way and that was it. Jill needed to find a safe place to call Wesker and brief him on the situation.