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Reporter: This pandemic has spread faster than any disease in modern history—
Loudspeaker: You need to disperse immediately!
Reporter: Angry mobs roam the city, burning buildings— Authorities are bracing for more rioting tonight— There are fire burning, there are people being beaten, there is looting—
Witness: He was knocked unconscious, he had severe lacerations all over his face—
Reporter: A citywide emergency has been declared—
Government Official: The CDC has quarantined the lower mid-western region of the USA—
Reporter: Officials can’t say—
Dr. Matt Gorkis: Commitment, honesty, integrity. These are the core values that create the foundation for Umbrella Corp. It’s this foundation that will continue to build a brighter future for all of us.
Jill: Fucking hell… Gets worse every night… Three more days. Then I can kiss this town goodbye.
Jill: Who could that be? Hello?
Brad: Jill! A-Are you OK?
Jill: Brad? Is that you?
Brad: Listen! You gotta get out of there!
Jill: What are you talking about?
Brad: I don’t have time to explain. You gotta get out of there RIGHT NOW!
Jill: Alright. Let me grab my—
Jill: What the hell is that thing!? Gotta get outta here. What the hell!? No way!
Jill: OK.
Jill: What the fuck!?
Brad: Jill! Over here!
Jill: Brad!
Brad: You OK?
Jill: What was that thing?
Brad: Damned if I know. But right now, it’s got a hard-on for the only two S.T.A.R.S. left in town: you and me. I’m not stickin’ around. Just look around you. The longer we wait, the more screwed we are.
Jill: How did this all happen so fast?
Brad: I dunno. But one fucked-up thing always leads to another. It’s like Arklay on steroids. Hey! Hey, wait! Down here! Ah, god dammit… C’mon. Let’s go!
Jill: This logo… I should’ve known. We’ve gotta be dreaming. How could this many people be infected?
Jill: Brad! Here they come!
Brad: In here!
Jill: There’s so many…
Brad: Door behind you! Go!
Jill: Brad! Don’t think about it. We’re gonna make a run for it!
Brad: C’mon, Jill. We know how this ends.
Jill: No. I don’t.
Brad: Are we still a team?
Jill: Always.
Brad: Then do me a favor and don’t fuck up like I did. Go!
Jill: I’m sorry, Brad…
Jill: Sorry.
Helicopter Loudspeaker: You down there! Get to the parking garage roof!
Jill: Parking garage. Got it.
Jill: Sir, are you alright?
Dario: Stay back! Don’t come any closer!
Jill: Hey, come on. There’s a helicopter waiting to take you to safety.
Dario: What “safety”? I’m not going out there!
Jill: The parking garage isn’t far. I can take you there.
Dario: The only safe place is in here!
Jill: Sir, what’s your name? I can’t just leave you behind.
Dario: It’s Dario Rosso. And yeah, right. You just want to steal my safehouse! Get your own, missy!
Jill: “Missy”? Would you please calm down? I’m a police officer. I’m here to help.
Dario: Oh, yeah, you’ve been doing-a-bang-up job. You wanna help? Go handcuff yourself to one of those freaks.
Jill: Sir, this is your last chance. No one else is coming for you.
Dario: I’m not going anywhere! I’d rather starve to death in here than be eaten by one of those undead monsters! Now leave me alone!
Jill: Shit!
Jill: Come on.
Jill: Hey! Down here!
Helicopter Loudspeaker: Hey, get in!
Jill: Sorry… Oh, come on. Start, dammit! It’s my turn, bitch!
Carlos: Hey, fuckface. Hey, easy lady… I got ya.
Jill: Who are you? What are you do—
Carlos: Name’s Carlos and I’m saving you! C’mon, let’s get you someplace safe.
Carlos: I think we’re in the clear.
Jill: Hope so.
Carlos: We’ve been bringing survivors here.
Jill: “Here” where?
Carlos: My guys have converted some subway cars into a shelter. It’s safe.
Jill: I’m fine.
Carlos: Personal space, OK. I get it. Let’s go. Aw, c’mon. Who’s the dipshit that closed this? Sorry. We’re gonna have to go around.
Jill: Hey, what do you know about that monster?
Carlos: Nothing. I’ve never seen anything like it. But it’s no zombie. It knows what it wants and won’t stop till it gets it. Don’t you like that in a man?
Jill: No thanks. He’s all yours.
Carlos: Listen, I promise you’re in good hands. I’m with the Umbrella Biohazard Countermeasure Service. U.B.C.S. for short.
Jill: Are you kidding me? Are you fucking kidding me? You guys are the ones who caused all of this!
Carlos: Whoa whoa whoa whoa. What are you talking about? We’re just here to help people. What’s wrong with Umbrella?
Jill: “What’s wrong with Umbrella?” Oh my god. Your company is responsible for infecting everyone!
Carlos: Yeah, uh, I don’t know anything about all that. You don’t have to trust me, but I’m going to the shelter. You comin’? C’mon. It’s this way.
Carlos: Hey Captain. This fine young lady could use our help.
Mikhail: Carlos, you didn’t even think to ask fine young lady her name? She is an elite operative of R.P.D. Special Tactics and Rescue Service. Her name is… something… Valentine.
Jill: It’s Jill.
Mikhail: Nice to meet you, Jill. I am U.B.C.S. Platoon Leader Mikhail Victor. My team was sent here to rescue civilians.
Jill: Right. How’s that going for you?
Mikhail: The city is completely cut off. Isolated. Most of the hundred thousand civilians will wind up dead. Ah, correction: undead. My platoon has suffered serious losses. Just keeping them alive is more than I can manage.
Jill: Well, you can thank your corporate overlords for that.
Mikhail: Yes, well… We are doing all we can. If we can get this subway train moving… we can evacuate some survivors. But we need help. My men cannot do this alone.
Jill: Alright, I’m in. But I am on their side. Not yours.
Carlos: Oh hey, hey, that’s cool. We all want the same thing.
Mikhail: Thank you, Jill.
Carlos: Alright, supercop. Here you go. We can use this to stay in contact.
Jill: I know what a radio is.
Carlos: OK, first things first. We need to get you geared up. Head up to street level. You’ll find supplies there.
Jill: Alright.
Carlos: Shit, Captain. They really took a chunk out of you.
Mikhail: Nothing that I will miss.