Soft Sounds and Hard Impacts: Prologue

Gunshots echoed around the pair as the dodged behind a wall. "Chris, we need to get out of here." She was breathing heavily, exhausted from the long run and hour of dodging bullets. Not all of them had been dodged. She had wounds on her arms and legs where bullets had skimmed over.

"Can you manage to keep going?" he asked, setting a gentle hand on her arm.

"Lead the way," she replied, reloading her gun. He nodded, giving her a long look before turning and running back into the fray.

They took out three hostiles before moving into the empty room. Jill closed the door and Chris pushed a large, laboratory looking device in front of it. Taking a deep, shakey breath, Jill let her back slide down the wall until she was sitting. The break was only long enough for her to catch her breath again before they left. Racing through the hallways, chased by mercenaries and BOWs alike.

All Chris could think of was getting out of the horrible place. He wanted to get out, get back to HQ, fill out the paper work, get home, and cuddle with Jill. That was his plan of action.

The exit wasn't far according to the map on their PDAs. They needed only get down two more hallways and through the exit. They had been through worse.

"Hey, Chris," Jill spoke, catching his attention.

"Yeah, babe?" he said gruffly, checking his gun.

"Doesn't this thing remind you of the labs in Africa?" She jerked a thumb towards the object at the door.

He frowned at the thing but smiled at her. "Yeah."

"It's a bad memory for you, huh?"

He nodded. "Yeah."

She gave him a sympathetic smirk. "It's an okay memory for me. It looks like one of the things in the lab above the place where Excella had that uruborous thing attack you." She looked at him lovingly for a moment. "That was just before you saved me." She took a deep breath. "We should get moving."

Chris nodded and began to push the lab equiptment out of way.

"Haven't lost your touch, Redfield," Jill stated as she watched his body move. She winked at him as he stood.

They each placed a shoulder on the wall on opposite sides of the door. Jill looked out. No one was there. She nodded and he went through, followed by her. They got down the first hallway and pressed their backs against the wall. He glanced around the corner and spoke. "It's all clear." He looked back at her for half a moment.

"Chris, I--"

A gunshot sounded and her body fell forward. Blood pooled around her, emptying from the bullet hole in the back of her neck.

Chris was paralyzed as her watched her body for a moment. Frozen there, another gunshot sounded, impacting in his lower stomach. There was no pain. His eyes stayed on the unmoving body of his partner as another bullet dug into his shoulder.

He fell.