Final Jewel Collected

Crynn POV

"Is is a common occurrence to leave high-grade gunpowder anywhere," this jar literally reads, 'HIGH GRADE GUNPOWDER -Flammable', quite charming, no brand. "No it isn't," Jill took it up and looked at it, turning it around, looking downwards and upwards, finally she shook her head. "This is illegal gunpowder, no brand, no regulation, no instructions."

"Why would illegal gunpowder be in a supermarket of all places possible," she contemplates for second and then two until something clicked inside her head. "The Preston Gang, they run Raccoon City's underworld, all shops have a connection to them, some raids spanning years have found illegal stashes of weapons, explosives, and blood money in 'legal' shops allover the city, this must be one of them."

Is that some Raccoon City lore right there, cause I remember no gangs in Resident Evil. "At least we could use them," I said before making out of the supermarket into the deathly night, the blue moon seemed almost innocent to everything happening around here. "I'm done here," Jill got out and started heading further down the road into a dead end.

"I've reached the main avenue," Jill said in the radio looking oppositely at the zombies trying to climb the high wall of collapsed cars and failing miserably at every try, stupid zombies ruining my day. "See a big transmission tower? That's the substation, you'll need to circle around through the alley on your right," you mean the burning alley Carlos?

This is bad, the fire's too big, using my liquid nitrogen spray would be very wasteful. But, how conveniently placed inside the alley is a fire hydrant with no fire hose. "Surely a tall drink of Super Agent and Super Cop can put off a few flames," that is a total understatement, if you say that as a few flames than those that mean the Californian wildfire is a burning house!?

"F*ck you!" Jill had to feel offended and cursed, cursing is bad for health everyone don't do that. Carlos chuckled and the line was cut by Jill, "How do you suppose we deal with that?" Jill looked at the flames with resentment and then at the zombies behind the mesh fence. "We could deal wth the zombies first."

I don't want any zombie to successfully break down the mesh fence and take us by surprise, better to blow their heads off first then, we can bring down the fence. I aimed at the head clearly and shot at point blank, splitting it right off. You know, I could just blow off their heads with my shotgun underbarrel.

I approached another zombie and tapped the secondary trigger, a blast of slugs flew from my barrel, totally ending the poor zombie. "What the hell was that," Jill once again, tongue tied at my gadgets, totally jealous, but don't worry, if I can successfully convince her, she could use my weapons.

"This is a shotgun underbarrel for my pistol," I proudly caressed my pistol, I love Kingsman. "Do all agents like yourself wield those guns," she shot down another zombie and asked me in turn. Do they, not really, "Some others prefer rifles and perfume bombs," yeah I still had a Eu De Bombe in my bag that I could use anytime.

"Perfume bombs, that's the most ridiculous thing I've heard in a while," I can't wrong her, it does sound absurd. "The zombies have been taken cared of, time to set aside these barriers," I kicked the fence hard enough it toppled effortlessly down the stairway. "I suppose I'll be really relying on you," Jill went down and looked around.

"Watch out, it seems you awoken some fellas," From in front of Jill, 4 zombies came alive on the streets, one thing I hate about these abominations, they like to fake their death and only come alive if someone's near them. Easily though, she shot them all out, I don't recall Jill being such a good shooter in the game, oh wait, I'm the bad shooter.

"R.P.D training must be effective," I observed, to have that accuracy even if the target's as near as 10 foot, is not easy, especially if you're aiming at 4 different targets with each target needing a 3 tap headshot. "We train everyday in S.T.A.R.S, to ordinary folks, it's hell. But to us, it's just another day at the job," thank God I'm born as a business heir and not from a police or military family.

I honestly couldn't imagine the training to even enter as an ordinary soldier. I had an ex-ranger bodyguard once, I've seen him train and it's worse than hell let me tell ya. "How do you train," Jill asked while approaching the diner, opening the door slightly and stretching her gun forward to be ready for any surprises.

"For the initiation, it's as simple as being drowned and getting tied on train tracks, it's gruesome but after that, it's easygoing," she grunted and took the handgun ammo on the counter and proceed to go to the back room. "Blimey! 25 cents for a donut, that's awfully cheap!" Any donut I've eaten cost a minimum of a couple dollars, but this, this is just outrageous.

"It's a 2 inch donut, of course it's cheap," Jill's voice made it here from inside the room, a 2 inch donut, now that makes more sense. "Calian, check this out, another one of the fancy boxes with a red jewel inside it," she held it up closer to the lightbulb, shining gloriously through it, magnificent. "We've got all three now, just to make it back to the station," I searched around and found nothing of use before we got out.

"How convenient, more zombies up front, why am I not surprised," Jill touched her forehead and shot an oil barrel near some scaffolding and exploded the rest of the zombies with it in an expense of a rapidly falling scaffolding, crushing the zombies, preventing them from ever going back up again. "Now that's taken care of."

"I have a feeling we're going through that alley, any opinions," I jokingly remarked pointing my gun at the steel mesh door covering a nearby aisle. "Well, I do know that after this is over, I'm not visiting any more alleys," we both let out a calm laugh, optimism and humor is to be needed in a situation like this.

Now, only to go through another dark, zombified alley.