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.So lost that he didn't realize that the agonized moaning,whining noise he heard was coming from him, or thathe'd clenched his jaw hard enough to crack two teeth.After a long time, he remembered that he still had tokill two more people, and he started to calm down.Being able to express his anger would be constructive; it wasn't healthy to keep feelings bottled up.The Watchdog operation was his interest.The vac-cine had been an extra, a gift - so in a way, he hadn'treally lost anything.Nicholai told himself that several times on his way toget Davis Chan; it made him feel better, though not asgood as when he remembered that he'd had his huntingknife sharpened just before he'd come to Raccoon.Hewas sure Chan would appreciate it.TWENTY-THREEWHEN JILL WOKE UP, IT WAS STILL RAININGoutside, and she felt like herself again.Weak, thirsty,and hungry, definitely in pain from her shoulder woundand about a thousand lesser aches, but herself.Thesickness was gone.Disoriented and a little confused, she sat up slowlyand looked around, trying to piece together what hadhappened.She was still in the clock tower chapel, andCarlos was crashed out on one of the front pews.Sheremembered telling him that she had the virus, and himsaying that he was going to get something.but I was sick, I had the disease.and I don'tjust feel better now, I absolutely don't have it anymore.How could."Oh my God," she whispered, seeing the syringe andempty vial on the organ bench next to the altar, sud-denly understanding what had happened, if not how.Carlos had found an antidote.Jill sat for a moment, slightly overwhelmed by themix of emotions that hit her - shock, gratitude, a reluc-tance to believe she was actually okay.Her happiness atbeing alive and reasonably well was tempered by guilt,that she should have been cured when so many othershad died.She wondered whether or not there was moreof the antidote but found she couldn't consider that toocarefully; the thought that there might be gallons of itlying around somewhere when tens of thousands haddied was simply obscene.Finally, she eased herself off her sickbed and stood,carefully stretching, checking herself over.Consideringall that had happened, she was surprised at how well-off she was.Except for her right shoulder, she had noserious injuries, and after drinking some water, she ac-tually felt awake and able to move around without anytrouble.Over the next couple of hours, Jill ate three cans offruit cocktail, drank a half gallon of water, and reloadedand wiped down all of the weapons.She also cleanedherself up, as much as she could, with bottled water and a dirty sweatshirt.Carlos didn't stir once, deeplyasleep - and from the way he was curled up and hold-ing his left side, she thought that his trip to the hospitalhad probably been rough.Jill also gave a great deal of thought to what theywould do next.They couldn't stay.They didn't have thesupplies or ammo to keep themselves alive indefinitely,and they had no way of knowing when - or even if, shedidn't want to take it for granted anymore - rescue wascoming.As hard as it was to believe, it seemed thatUmbrella had managed to keep a lid on what had hap-pened, and if they could do it for this long, it might beseveral more days before the story broke.To add to thepressure, she also couldn't convince herself that theNemesis was dead; once it had recuperated, it would becoming back.They were incredibly lucky that it hadn'tattacked already.Before she'd hooked up with Carlos, she had tenta-tively planned to head for the abandoned Umbrella-owned plant north of the city.She'd come to believethat there was no such thing as a deserted Umbrella fa-cility - they loved their secret operations too muchand thought that they might have kept the roads cleararound the plant so their employees could get out.Itwas still worth a shot, and it was also the best she couldcome up with.Besides, the fastest way out of townfrom their current position was straight past the facility.Carlos continued to sleep, perfectly still except forthe rise and fall of his chest, his face slack from exhaus-tion.and once Jill had decided on a course of action,she watched him for a little while and realized that shehad to leave him behind.It was a much harder decisionto make, but only because she didn't want to be alone, aselfish reason at best.The truth of it was, he was hurtingbecause he'd gotten in between her and the Nemesis,and she couldn't put him in that position again.I'll go check out the plant, maybe find a radio andcall for help.If things look good, safe, I can come backfor him.If they look shitty.well, I guess I'll justcome back if I can.The facility was barely a mile awayif she remembered right, she could get there by cuttingthrough Memorial Park, just behind the clock tower, avery short trip.It was just after two in the morning,she'd be able to get there and back well before dawn.With any luck, Carlos would still be asleep when shereturned, perhaps bearing good news.She decided to leave him a note in case somethinghappened to her so he'd know the route, at least.Shecouldn't find a pen or pencil, but she uncovered an an-cient manual typewriter, of all things, beneath a stackof hymnbooks.She used the back of a fruit cocktail label for paper.The soft clack of keys was as soothingto her as the rain that continued to patter down on theroof, sounds that made her very glad to be alive.She took the grenade gun even though there was onlyone round left - Carlos must have found the one she'ddropped in the yard - remembering the damage it had in-flicted on the S.T.A.R.S.killer.She also took the Beretta,but she left the revolver for Carlos so that he'd have some-thing a little heavier than the assault rifle.Just in case.Jill left the note on the altar, where Carlos would seeit as soon as he woke up, and she crouched next to him,reaching out to touch his cool brow.He was definitelyout, not even a twitch as she brushed his duty hair offhis forehead, wondering how she could ever thank himfor all he'd done."Sleep well," she whispered, and before she couldchange her mind, she stood up and turned away, hurry-ing to the door and not looking back.There was a cabin behind the small cemetery inMemorial Park, ostensibly used for tool storage.It hadbeen taken over as one of several Umbrella receiverstations for the duration of the Raccoon outbreak -- kind of a rest stop for operatives, each in a private placewhere they could organize files without being seen andget general updates from Umbrella, if they didn't haveimmediate access to a computer [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.So lost that he didn't realize that the agonized moaning,whining noise he heard was coming from him, or thathe'd clenched his jaw hard enough to crack two teeth.After a long time, he remembered that he still had tokill two more people, and he started to calm down.Being able to express his anger would be constructive; it wasn't healthy to keep feelings bottled up.The Watchdog operation was his interest.The vac-cine had been an extra, a gift - so in a way, he hadn'treally lost anything.Nicholai told himself that several times on his way toget Davis Chan; it made him feel better, though not asgood as when he remembered that he'd had his huntingknife sharpened just before he'd come to Raccoon.Hewas sure Chan would appreciate it.TWENTY-THREEWHEN JILL WOKE UP, IT WAS STILL RAININGoutside, and she felt like herself again.Weak, thirsty,and hungry, definitely in pain from her shoulder woundand about a thousand lesser aches, but herself.Thesickness was gone.Disoriented and a little confused, she sat up slowlyand looked around, trying to piece together what hadhappened.She was still in the clock tower chapel, andCarlos was crashed out on one of the front pews.Sheremembered telling him that she had the virus, and himsaying that he was going to get something.but I was sick, I had the disease.and I don'tjust feel better now, I absolutely don't have it anymore.How could."Oh my God," she whispered, seeing the syringe andempty vial on the organ bench next to the altar, sud-denly understanding what had happened, if not how.Carlos had found an antidote.Jill sat for a moment, slightly overwhelmed by themix of emotions that hit her - shock, gratitude, a reluc-tance to believe she was actually okay.Her happiness atbeing alive and reasonably well was tempered by guilt,that she should have been cured when so many othershad died.She wondered whether or not there was moreof the antidote but found she couldn't consider that toocarefully; the thought that there might be gallons of itlying around somewhere when tens of thousands haddied was simply obscene.Finally, she eased herself off her sickbed and stood,carefully stretching, checking herself over.Consideringall that had happened, she was surprised at how well-off she was.Except for her right shoulder, she had noserious injuries, and after drinking some water, she ac-tually felt awake and able to move around without anytrouble.Over the next couple of hours, Jill ate three cans offruit cocktail, drank a half gallon of water, and reloadedand wiped down all of the weapons.She also cleanedherself up, as much as she could, with bottled water and a dirty sweatshirt.Carlos didn't stir once, deeplyasleep - and from the way he was curled up and hold-ing his left side, she thought that his trip to the hospitalhad probably been rough.Jill also gave a great deal of thought to what theywould do next.They couldn't stay.They didn't have thesupplies or ammo to keep themselves alive indefinitely,and they had no way of knowing when - or even if, shedidn't want to take it for granted anymore - rescue wascoming.As hard as it was to believe, it seemed thatUmbrella had managed to keep a lid on what had hap-pened, and if they could do it for this long, it might beseveral more days before the story broke.To add to thepressure, she also couldn't convince herself that theNemesis was dead; once it had recuperated, it would becoming back.They were incredibly lucky that it hadn'tattacked already.Before she'd hooked up with Carlos, she had tenta-tively planned to head for the abandoned Umbrella-owned plant north of the city.She'd come to believethat there was no such thing as a deserted Umbrella fa-cility - they loved their secret operations too muchand thought that they might have kept the roads cleararound the plant so their employees could get out.Itwas still worth a shot, and it was also the best she couldcome up with.Besides, the fastest way out of townfrom their current position was straight past the facility.Carlos continued to sleep, perfectly still except forthe rise and fall of his chest, his face slack from exhaus-tion.and once Jill had decided on a course of action,she watched him for a little while and realized that shehad to leave him behind.It was a much harder decisionto make, but only because she didn't want to be alone, aselfish reason at best.The truth of it was, he was hurtingbecause he'd gotten in between her and the Nemesis,and she couldn't put him in that position again.I'll go check out the plant, maybe find a radio andcall for help.If things look good, safe, I can come backfor him.If they look shitty.well, I guess I'll justcome back if I can.The facility was barely a mile awayif she remembered right, she could get there by cuttingthrough Memorial Park, just behind the clock tower, avery short trip.It was just after two in the morning,she'd be able to get there and back well before dawn.With any luck, Carlos would still be asleep when shereturned, perhaps bearing good news.She decided to leave him a note in case somethinghappened to her so he'd know the route, at least.Shecouldn't find a pen or pencil, but she uncovered an an-cient manual typewriter, of all things, beneath a stackof hymnbooks.She used the back of a fruit cocktail label for paper.The soft clack of keys was as soothingto her as the rain that continued to patter down on theroof, sounds that made her very glad to be alive.She took the grenade gun even though there was onlyone round left - Carlos must have found the one she'ddropped in the yard - remembering the damage it had in-flicted on the S.T.A.R.S.killer.She also took the Beretta,but she left the revolver for Carlos so that he'd have some-thing a little heavier than the assault rifle.Just in case.Jill left the note on the altar, where Carlos would seeit as soon as he woke up, and she crouched next to him,reaching out to touch his cool brow.He was definitelyout, not even a twitch as she brushed his duty hair offhis forehead, wondering how she could ever thank himfor all he'd done."Sleep well," she whispered, and before she couldchange her mind, she stood up and turned away, hurry-ing to the door and not looking back.There was a cabin behind the small cemetery inMemorial Park, ostensibly used for tool storage.It hadbeen taken over as one of several Umbrella receiverstations for the duration of the Raccoon outbreak -- kind of a rest stop for operatives, each in a private placewhere they could organize files without being seen andget general updates from Umbrella, if they didn't haveimmediate access to a computer [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]