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Jill was going to kill Chris Redfield, but the second that thought entered her mind, she shuddered uncontrollably. What used to be a joke threat between friends still felt like a visceral emotion she'd experienced only days? weeks ago? She had no idea how long it'd been since they returned from Kijuju, but the overpowering desire to actually kill Chris was still a recent memory. But she was mad at him. Didn't he think she deserved any kind of warning that Carlos was going to be visiting her today? Or maybe that he should mention that the man was now working for the BSAA judging by the emblem on his shoulder.

It's not that she didn't want to see Carlos, quite the opposite. It'd been a decade since she'd last seen him and nearly as long since they'd spoken a word to each other. Letting him walk out of her life had been an immensely hard decision back then, but he deserved space and she let him have it. He looked just like she remembered him, but more assured, stronger, though still with that unruly mop of hair. No, Jill was very glad to see Carlos Oliveira again, she just hadn't wanted him to see her like this.

Her body was an absolute wreck from P30 withdrawal and she felt small and vulnerable. It wasn't just that she could feel like lack of strength coursing through her veins—years of having her mind fucked with had made it hard to feel like herself. She understood that there were people who cared for her and they were overjoyed to see that she was "back." But everything was too raw and recent and every time she closed her eyes it still felt like sinking beneath the waves of her own consciousness, never to return.

Her pathetic question was the only think she could think to say to him as he gazed at her, and she suddenly regretted it when met with his warm affirmation. She shifted uncomfortably in the hospital bed they'd moved to her quarters/examination room. She didn't want him to leave necessarily but she felt so exposed. She averted her eyes and found a particularly interesting speck on the wall to examine.

“ No, but... does Gatorade work okay? I dunno about Red Bull. ” Manuela offers, holding up the blue flavored bottle. she's kind of an expert on passing out, at this point; when the U.S. government had first met her, they'd wanted her to see what the absolute limit of her powers was. which... was draining and tiring and she got lightheaded sometimes. a lot of times, actually. “ You're supposed to drink a lot of electrolytes after you faint. I know that this doesn't taste very good, but I think blue is the best flavor, so... hopefully it's okay? It has the Jill stamp of approval if that helps. She'd always bring me some whenever I felt lightheaded. ”

a leg cramps ; her hands moving down her calf, trying to massage life back into her limbs from where she holds her own within the clock tower. the number of hours that go by between bullet rounds in the hallways have increased, and it tells her that the dead are multiplying, as the living succumb beneath the sheer volume of it all. at least they do their work in the last few days, taking down where they could, ada occasionally sweeping through a room to CLEAR OUT the rooms below whenever she tried to scout a little further, check a little deeper. her source had told her that there should be a source on the surface, and who was she to turn down what could be an easier score? who knew...

that she'd have all the time in the world to contemplate how the hell that they'd gotten here to begin with. it left her shaken, honestly. to see that the research done had somehow managed to warp so furiously within human subjects, resulting in something that ada would have claimed were IMPOSSIBLE before this.. but no. there's no denying the dead have risen, and as this placed filled with the rotting scent of death, bodies, bloating, she realized that, like it or not, she would likely have to head down to find what it was that she needed.

she does the little puzzles needed. collects disks, sliding them into place, gutting this place for the resources that she could. and she's so close to GOING when she heard the sound of a familiar voice, calling out, looking for survivors. no. could it really?

ada looking nearly as surprised as he did when she rounded the corner, her gun armed and at the ready, and found herself met with carlos. there's a pause, and a slow smile formed on her lips, pulling off the sunglasses from her face. "never thought i'd see you again in what i would have to say feels a little bit like hell." her lips curved into a grin, taking a step forward to tap the muzzle of his gun from its aim at her. "STAND DOWN, soldier. if they have you deployed, things must have really gone to hell outside..." she has questions. after a few days in here, monitoring the radio waves, there's only so much she had from the outside world to work with right now. "think you could spare a few hours to help a lady out, oliviera?"

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Jill was probably being a brat, she was usually being a brat when it came to Carlos. Though, she was starting to suspect that he liked it quite a bit. He'd better like it because with the way he always took a position of dominance with her, them butting heads was inevitable. Jill hated giving up control, especially after spending years under the thumb of another man against her will. The fire Carlos had witnessed in her when they first met all those years ago wasn't gone, but she'd struggled to recapture it so far in her recovery.

She ripped her eyes away from his to look pointedly at his lips for a moment, her jaw still firmly held in place by his hand. Kiss me, damn it! Predictably, he didn't move. It annoyed her but Jill wasn't quite at the begging stage—yet. It was different with him and it had taken her a while to understand that. Carlos didn't take control from her, she now knew that her never would. But he certainly didn't relinquish it very easily and like now, Jill usually got too impatient to fight him on it anymore.

She snapped her teeth at him in a mock bite, looking up at him again with her best pout on display. His fingers flexed and moved with the motion, allowing her movement with no real resistance. It sent a small trickle of relief through her as she remembered that if she truly wanted to pull away, he would let her. But Jill found that she didn't want to pull away from him. If he wanted to look into her eyes that badly? Fine, she'd let him.

It did not mean her hands had to remain idle, however. She trailed them down his front, appreciating the muscle under his shirt as she moved towards her quarry. She unfastened the button of his jeans and raised an eyebrow in question.

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            “  h-hey!  hey!  come  on-  i  have  to  go  to  work  later!  ”  grace  whined,  swatting  at  his  arm  playfully  as  she  pouted.

she  could  feel  the  way  his  mouth  worked  at  her  skin,  the  way  his  teeth  scraped  against  it  -  it  made  her  shiver  and  should  it  be  any  other  time  than  right  now,  she  would  usually  get  him  back  for  it.  but  she  had  places  to  be!  and  she  knew  his  actions  were  going  to  leave  a  dark,  very  visible  mark,  for  the  world  to  see.  she  would  have  to  change  into  a  shirt  with  a  high  neck  now,  even  if  it  was  way  too  hot  for  that.

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Caresa sat quietly listening to the tales of other ex-Umbrella employees. Some were scientists like herself, others were UBCS, and there were even a few office workers. When her turn to speak came, she rose from her chair, chewing her lower lip.

"Hi, I'm Dr. Caresa Henry, and I worked in the Raccoon City hive as an assistant. I saw many of the heinous things Umbrella did, but said nothing about it. I was on vacation when the bombing happened. I feel horrible about this everyday since."

There was some murmuring among the other members of the group, while others remained silent. Caresa began to shake nervously and sat back down.

The organizer of the group looked at her and said, "We see you, Caresa and we do not blame you. Self-forgiveness is the first step to recovery."

There was a murmur of agreement through the group and Caresa let out a sigh of relief.