As many would say: "It was only a matter of time before your luck ran out".
Jill knew that better than some, given what she went through back in the Arklay Mountains.
Though...she kinda wish it didn't run out now.
Currently, she was sprinting away from a small of well-trained group of armed soldiers, most likely lackeys from the insidious Umbrella Corporation.
"-- There she is! Don't let her escape! --" One of them yelled, as they chased her into the alleyways of the now chaotic streets of Raccoon City. Jill ducked and weaved to avoid their shots, her mind circulating as to why they would want her alive all of a sudden.
However, there would be no time for such contemplation, as Jill came crashing down onto the pavement, hit by what she could only assume to be a drugged tranq dart of sorts.
Her vision was fading. Her muscles were going numb. She tried to crawl away, only for her body to give out on her, as the last words she heard before losing consciousness were, "-- This is Wolf-Pack. We've captured her. Bringing her to the Cradle now. --"
And with that, the only thing greeting Jill for the time being...was darkness, unaware of what her fate will be.
== The Cradle ==
== Undisclosed Location, Raccoon City ==
== September 25th, 1998 ==
Slowly but surely, Jill eventually began to regain consciousness. Her body still felt slightly numb, as she sluggishly attempted to sit up from where she laid. Her head throbbing up a storm, as she grasped her front lobe, only muttering, "Where...Wh-Where the hell am I?"
Her vision was still foggy, which soon began to dilate back into focus. Once she regained her vision once more, the S.T.A.R.S member found herself in...
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