Somehow... I'm still alive.

Anguished moans and groans carried on the still air like the whispers of Death itself. They were subtle and muffled, but always close enough to remind you: this was hell and there was no escape. Jill Valentine had relegated the hellish sounds to white noise. A late September heatwave did its best to suffocate her with an ever-present humidity that clung to her like a plastic bag over her head. Even after the sun had gone down, it was warm enough for Jill to almost wish she was wearing a skirt and tube top.

Raccoon City had deteriorated into what looked like a war-torn, third-world country. Jill steadied her breath, as she walked the long, twisting alleyways of the middling metropolis. The main streets were a mess of abandoned and ruined cars and shambling mindless husks. Several city blocks were still up in flames and were still slowly spreading. She moved cautiously and smoothly, her Beretta 92F Custom at the ready, and a flashlight held securely underneath. Every so often distant pops of gunfire told her that she was not completely alone, and each time she would stop and try to gauge just where it had come from.

Jill resisted the urge to hold her breath, as she tried to ignore just how loud her steps seemed to sound on the concrete. Boarded windows and doors pass by to her left and right, and with each one she passed she could almost imagine a mangled hand breaking through the crummy wood to grab hold of her.

Just ahead was a series of steps leading down. She took a deep breath as she approached. The cone of her flashlight revealed a trail of blood that lead down. Carefully she avoided stepping in the mess as she took each step. A landing revealed that the stairway had a bend that likely lead lower. She stopped at the corner, where the upper set of stairs ended, and peered around it. Just feet away was the shambling form of a man in a blood-soaked t-shirt. His eyes were milky white, and his jaw hung down from his face, which was connected only by red viscera. A blood curdling growl escaped the man, as his arms thrust forward.

"Shit!" Jill hissed, as the thing made a lunge for her. Quickly she whipped back around the corner, and the zombie tripped into the landing wall. A wet crunch filled the air as the zombie's face smashed against old, weathered brick. Honed reflexes brought her pistol to point at the thing before it could even get up. Like thunder, the pistol discharged. The 9mm Parabellum rounds tore through the zombie's skull with ease. Bone and brain matter sprayed across the wall like a Jackson Pollack painting. The three shots were destructive enough to reduce the zombie's face to mangled gore. It slumped un-moving, ass in the air, but Jill knew better than to assume it terminated.

Somewhere down below she could hear the clatter and noise of more. They were coming. Quickly she brought her boot down on what was left of the zombie's head. Its skull crunched on the heel of her black boot, and only then was she satisfied to know it would not return to bite her from behind. She whipped around to point her flashlight and pistol down the steps. Her best bet would be to group them up, wait for them to come into her line of sight and mow them down.

A costly solution for her dwindling supply of ammunition.

She clicked her tongue in annoyance, and then turned to return the way she had come. Her cautious pace quickened. Broken glass crunched on the weight of her steps, as her blue eyes followed the bob of her flashlight down the alley. Jill knew she had to move quickly, to put as much space between herself and zombies as she could.

Splat!

The breath caught in her chest, as the wet splat echoed off the graffiti covered brick walls. It had only been a blur to her eyes, a black shape that fell less than a dozen feet ahead of her. The cone of her flashlight fell on it, as she came to a stop. Her boots scrapped against the cement before she looked at the bloody mess smeared across the cracked and weed laden cement. It had been a woman.

What remained of her yellow sundress was stained red with blood. The tattered cloth did nothing to cover most of her back, where deep finger gouges had created festering and oozing wounds. A pool of blood began to form under her, originating from her skull which had cracked open like a dropped melon. Jill's heart slammed wildly in her chest, as she took in the gruesome sight.

Don't freeze! Stay focused!

Jill tore her eyes from the gore, and up to the sky. The whistling of flailing limbs hurdling through the air and flapping clothes filled the alley. With awe she watched the bodies tumble over the edge of the apartment building roof. One after another they landed atop of the woman. Slowly they landed closer, and Jill was forced to walk backwards.

"You're kidding me," Jill muttered, as she kept her eyes up, flashlight straining to reach the top of the buildings on either side of her. Then there was a loud bang to her right. She spun around just in time for a door to come loose from its hinges. She ducked low and jumped to the side, as the hunk of wood slammed against the opposite wall with a crack. A thong of moaning zombies tumbled through. They collapsed onto the ground in a moaning mass as another body fell from the sky onto them.

Jill stumbled into a series of trashcans, as she lost her balance. Noisily the cans clattered to the ground, as she landed hard on her side. Dull pain shot through her hip, as she flailed at the overturned cans to pull herself up to her feet. Frantically she flashed her light in the direction of the door, and at the zombies that began to right themselves. "Fuck!" She muttered, as she scrambled to her feet, and whipped around to run the other way.

Just fifteen feet away were the zombies she had attracted earlier on the steps. There were no less than six of them, nearly shoulder to shoulder as they staggered their way towards the noise. She came to a skidding stop and raised her pistol at them. Adrenaline surged through her body, and in the moment, she felt weightless and sharp. Jill squeezed the trigger, as nearly a decade of drills and training kicked in.

The bobbing bodies jerked and twitched, as she placed her shots. Hot bits of metal tore through cartilage and flesh, and bones were grazed and cracked. A wet crunch blew out the knee of the lead zombie after her shot had compromised it. The crowd behind him fell forward over him, tripping at the sudden halt in momentum.

7 shots left.

Jill turned back around, only to find that the door zombies were already crawling and stumbling towards her. She fired again, repeating her strategy to slow their advance. She knew she couldn't kill them all, that she had only one last magazine and that it would never be enough. There were no less than a dozen of them. Her heart pounded, as she looked around desperately for some hope of survival.

A gasp escaped her, as she spotted the fire escape overhead. She stuffed her flashlight away on her tactical harness and leapt up to take hold of the ladder with one hand. Her fingers curled around the bottom rung of the rusted ladder, but before she could thrust her pistol into her holster, something took hold of her boot. Jill let out a strained cry, as she tried to keep her grip, her weight supported by only one arm. The zombie was on its knees, chomping up at her ankles, as it tried to stand up and get at her leg.

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The general idea for the pairing is that, after an early encounter with Jill, a blow to the head scrambles his programing. He's free from doing what Umbrella created him to do. Umbrella discovers this and sends two T-103s after it. Damaged from the encounter with Jill, the Nemesis is feeling a little out matched (although I assume the Nemesis could actually, eventually defeat two T-103s.).

In order to survive, it decides to find the prey that keep escaping him: Jill. If he can use Jill, then he would have a better chance of surviving the gauntlet that Umbrella is throwing at him.

This will naturally lead to some sexual interaction. From Jill's perspective, she suddenly has a grotesque and awful protector. The stress of the situation will cause her to bond with the thing, to feel safe and comfortable with it around. Only helps that the first, horrific sexual encounter was... well not so bad.

I am thinking that firstly, Jill encounters a regular human survivor somewhere that save her. They bond a bit which could form a weird triangle between this guy and Nemesis at some point

Looking to use discord and/or google docs

Can play either role

Could include another male character that Jill encounters