Dejá Vu

This was a nightmare. Literally. She'd had this exact nightmare ever since the mansion, and here it was, playing out in front of her very eyes. Though, even her nightmares were more merciful than this. She had clothes in her nightmares.

Unfortunately, the evening chill on her skin implied that this was very real. She'd landed in the alley behind her apartment building. Abandoned... For now... But she could see fire blazing and people scrambling just a few feet away.

As her bare feet padded against the concrete, she couldn't help but think back to the mansion... And not just the zombie encounter.

Throughout her horrifying time in the Arklay Mountains, Jill had managed to lose EVERY scrap of her equipment. Everything! Undead dogs claimed her pants. Zombies tore her shirt. A fucking CROW flew off with her bra! She'd ended the experience with nothing more than a pistol. That... Was an uncomfortable debriefing with her superiors.

And currently, she didn't even have that much. She needed clothes. And she needed a gun. And she needed to get to safety.

Jill tried to steel her nerves, but there's a distinct difference between running naked through an abandoned mansion, and crossing a busy street! Even a street in chaos. Maybe... She could sneak back into her apartment, if only to grab a pistol and some panties--

"STAAAARS..."

The monstrous roar boomed, momentarily drowning out the chaos outside... And it'd come from directly above, in her apartment. Jill stared up at the fire escape...

"Fuck me..." She muttered, running straight into the busy street, with her arms crossed over her wet tits.