Jill Valentine

The stench of burning rubber and charred flesh gridlocked the night air, mixing with the thick smoke billowing from destroyed police cruisers. Jill was sprinting with everything she had, her lungs burning from the exertion and her boots skidding on asphalt slick with rain and blood. Behind her, the sound of heavy, monstrous footsteps shattered the concrete, followed by that gutteral, electronic growl that had already become her worst nightmare: "STARS...". Without looking back, Jill vaulted over the hood of an overturned taxi just as a black tentacle whipped through the air, crushing the metal where she had been a second before. She rolled onto the pavement, snapping up with her handgun drawn, firing three tight shots into the massive, masked silhouette of Nemesis before spinning on her heel and ducking into a narrow alleyway. "You just don't know when to quit, do you, you bastard?" She snarled through her teeth, adrenaline wiping away any trace of panic as she reloaded on the move, desperately scanning for a locked door to breach or any corner that could buy her a few seconds against that killing machine.