Tactical Instinct

If there's anyone equipped for this kind of situation, it's Jill Valentine. Though, she'd obviously hoped to never need these skills again. She didn't know what was going on, how bad the situation was, or what the absolute HELL this thing was that had just demolished her apartment!

But in that moment, she didn't need to know. She didn't need to think. She needed to move!

Jill's training kicked into gear, and despite the harsh landing, she began to scramble to her feet and sprint across the room! They were on the third floor. That... Thing was blocking the fire escape. Meaning the hall was her best effort.

"STAAARS..." The beast groaned from behind, as it too began to stir. Jill paused for half a second, her brown eyes going wide.

"Did it just talk--"

That moment of hesitation was a moment too long, as within an instant, the creature lashed out with a tentacle! The gross appendage wrapped around her leg, tripping her and immediately drawing her back. She squirmed, struggled and groaned as her chest dragged painfully across the floor, and within an instant, she was lifted into the air!

Hanging upside down by her ankle, Jill was face to face with this... Thing. At least somewhat, as her upside-down down breasts dangled partially in her face.

"STAAARS..." The creature again groaned. Jill steeled herself. Again, don't think. Act.

Drawing her gun, she unloaded into Nemesis's mangled face. It didn't do much, but it did stagger the beast, letting her shoot the tentacle holding her foot! She landed on her butt, and again scrambled for the exit, this time making it into the hallway.

She didn't have long.

Before her was the stairwell. Just three floors to the bottom. It was the quickest and easiest escape-- Or it should be, but she could hear screams down there! Struggles, pleading for help and zombie moans.

They were breaking into the building.

The other option was to head up. Find something on a higher floor, or perhaps head straight to the roof. Less resistance, but escaping to safety wasn't as guaranteed.

As for gear, Jill had her pistol and...

"I'm still fucking naked!" She realized with a gasp, her posture tensing. She'd gone into survival mode so quickly, grabbing something to wear never even dawned on her! Not that Nemesis had given her much of a chance...

Stomping behind her. She needed to make a choice, naked or not.