Thread: Resident Evil (xMILENKOx & Anjeru)

After the incident in Kijuju, Jill had flown back to the states to recover from the ordeal she'd faced being under Wesker's control. She had been disappointed in herself no matter the extremities taken to control her, Jill had never thought she'd attack her own partner, Chris Redfield. As much as she hated the fact that she had, if she hadn't, it could still be possible for her to be infected and under outside influence. Chris and Shiva had saved her by ripping off the device implanted on her chest. Once it had been removed, Jill was herself again. After Wesker had died in the volcano, she'd wanted time to come to terms with herself, so she'd returned home and took a leave of absence from the BSAA. She'd been residing in Seattle for a little while now, in a one bedroom apartment overlooking the bay. Today she was leaving. The BSAA had contacted her and informed her that the Las Plagas virus had appeared in Cuba. They'd already sent Chris and were now asking her to go as well. Only a few months had passed and she wasn't really ready to deal with Las Plagas and Uroborus again, if she ever could be ready for something of the like. However, Chris had saved her and she would never turn her back on her partner is he needed her. She boarded flight 141 to Cuba via the SeaTac airport and before long, she was stepping on the land that belonged to Cuba. Jill met with a BSAA representative who then provided her with a means of transportation, files on the Las Plagas involvement, and gear. She suited up, pulling a bulletproof vest on over her black tank top. She strapped two pistol holsters over her jean clad thighs, and then slid two Glocks with 9mm magazines into them. She grabbed a 1100 Remington shotgun from the trunk of the jeep and stapped it to her back. Lastly, she strapped her machete to her left boot before she climbed into the vehicle. Jill pulled the brim of her hat down to help shield her from the sunlight, then started up the jeep and began to head for Granando, where she would meet up with Chris at the hidden BSAA outlook. Sunuvabitch! the young woman cursed, standing over the bodies of her father and brother who were very clearly now deceased. They'd both been part of the Cuban Military, but today they'd returned home...different. They'd attacked and killed her sister and mother. The remaining family member had been forced to take her father's magnum from its case and shoot them. What the hell just happened?! Covered in blood, the 5 foot 5 woman of 22 years moved to the upstairs bedroom. She stared at her blood covered body in her full length mirror and decided she wasn't about to let the military off the hook for what they'd done this time. Considering where her father and brother had been, there was no other explanation. Something while in the line of duty had changed them and she was damned to hell if she didn't find out what that something was. Sliding the magnum in the back of her black jean's waistband, she slid on her boots and went to clean off what blood she could. She left the house while tying up her long, black hair into a pony tail. Granando was quiet from what she could see, a little too quiet for her liking. She looked over the empty streets with chocolate eyes, before turning and running towards the town's center. If the military were here, or even watching like the BSAA were, she was bound to find them eventually.