#cadillac.

plotted starter for @destructiveglitch​

another facility. another fucking outbreak. it makes her stomach churn with rage and disgust; is there really no limit to what people will do for greed? 

she’s recovered now. more than recovered if she’s being honest. there are times it scares her a little, but she’ll take what she can get. she’ll need it, too, given the fact she’s headed in alone this time, since chris is out on his own mission and she doesn’t want to ask any more of carlos after all he’s done. 

and claire... she’d rather die than put her in danger. 

the release of the virus was recent, but already the area is overrun. it’s a cold comfort that it’s much smaller than raccoon city; death is death, and it doesn’t matter any less here in this small midwestern town. 

she finds the entrance with a fair amount of ease. it’s less hidden and umbrella clearly likes to reuse a lot of the same tricks. there’s surprisingly little resistance as she makes her way inside, and it begins to solidify her theory that not even their base remained untouched. 

she’s proven right when she sees how many dead there are in the clinical white halls. 

it quickly becomes clear that the “important” staff have fled already and everyone left behind was deemed dispensable. even if they were all umbrella, jill can’t help but feel some sympathy and anger on their behalf. 

there’s a chance, she knows, that if she leaves now she could maybe track down those responsible and make them pay. but if she does it’ll mean leaving behind anyone still surviving in this mess, and that... that she can’t do. 

so she makes her way, cautiously and methodically, through the facility looking for anyone still hanging on, hoping to find some answers along the way. 

it’s starting to seem hopeless when she makes her way into the holding area, big glass cells still unbroken as zombies stumble by. most are empty, but one, one has a figure that is all too clearly still alive. 

a few quick, precise shots and she’s rushing up to the glass unhindered, hands trailing the edge looking for a release. 

@destructiveglitch​​ said:  “I found it at the mall we passed. On the ground, but unused. I looked everywhere for this shade before everything went to... shit.” He puts on the black lipstick using the reflection of Jill’s knife before handing it back, and bats his lashes in a jest. “Aaand? Does it look good? Ha— don’t answer that. I haven’t done my hair in days, I feel like a... beast. And not the desirable kind.” 

when was the last time she really stopped and looked at a woman? the way the black accents the curve of his lips, creates a contrast in his smile... 

she takes back her knife, strapping it easily against her hip. 

“ and what kind of beast is the desirable kind? “ 

jill laughs, brows lifted expectantly. 

it’s a strange feeling... the sudden urge to flirt with him, to tease like she might have when she was younger- before all this. they still stand in the middle of so much destruction and death and it’s unsettling how normal it all is for her now.  

she shoots shim a grin, gesturing to the half burned mess of the street.

“ well, you fit in. “