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"Fear?" Jack asked softly, his voice steady but edged with seriousness as he turned to Teri.
Teri shook her head firmly, though her fingers trembled slightly around her pistol. "With you here, I don't fear."
Jack's expression softened, and he placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Stand behind me. These things… I'll kill them all. No one is going to hurt my Teri." His tone carried a strange mix of cold determination and quiet protectiveness, as if declaring war against the world itself.
Teri's cheeks flushed with a faint red. Her heart fluttered—not just with fear, but with an odd sense of happiness and shyness at the same time.
Jack stepped forward, approaching the group of bratty child zombies that staggered in the flickering hallway light. Their small forms twitched unnaturally, jaws snapping, eyes glowing with a hunger that no child should ever possess.
"Bratty children," Jack muttered with disdain, his voice carrying a grim weight. "Your parents are waiting for you in Heaven."
"Jack, be careful!" Teri called out, her voice cracking slightly with worry.
"Relax," Jack said calmly. His hand shot forward, grabbing the nearest child zombie by the head. With a swift and brutal twist, a sickening crack echoed as the creature's neck snapped like brittle wood.
The others hissed and lunged, but Jack moved with ruthless precision. His strikes were merciless—hands, elbows, and boots slamming into skulls. To save time, he went straight for the head and neck, crushing bones and tearing through the fragile frames.
Within ten seconds, the fight was over. The hallway fell silent except for the sound of Teri's sharp breathing. The small, broken bodies of the zombies lay scattered on the blood-stained tiles.
Teri's eyes widened. "So fierce… so fast…" She hadn't even been able to follow his movements. To her, it was as if the zombies had simply dropped dead at Jack's feet.
A beam of light cut through the gloom. Jill stepped into view, her gun at the ready, eyes sharp. "What happened here?" she demanded.
Teri swallowed, still shaken. "Look…" She pointed toward the floor.
Jill's gaze followed, and she froze. The ground was littered with fallen corpses, their heads twisted at grotesque angles. Her eyes then lifted to where Jack stood, calm and steady amidst the carnage.
"You handled them?" she asked.
Jack smirked faintly. "Isn't it obvious?"
Jill sighed and holstered her weapon. "Fine. But we need to hurry. We're looking for Angela."
Jack raised an eyebrow. "No need to look far. She's here. I can feel it." He walked toward a corner of the hall, casually moving away some stacked chairs.
From behind them, a small figure curled up. A frightened girl looked up at him with wide, trembling eyes. "You… you're the one my father sent to save me, right?"
"Of course," Jack said, offering a hand and pulling her gently to her feet. "We'll get you out of here."
"Are you Angela?" Jill asked, her voice softer now.
"Yes," the girl nodded, then added in a small voice, "but my friends call me Angie."
"Angie?" Jill's lips curved into the faintest smile. "I like that name."
"Let's go quickly," Teri urged, glancing nervously around at the bloodstained walls and broken desks. "This place gives me chills."
"Move out," Jack ordered, leading the way.
The four of them shoved open the next door, stepping into what looked like an abandoned school office. Broken windows let in thin shafts of moonlight, casting eerie shadows. Dust swirled with every step.
But they weren't alone. Several zombies in torn teacher uniforms shambled about, their jaws opening and closing with low groans.
"They're here," Angela whispered, her voice trembling.
"Don't worry," Jill said, raising her pistol. "They're slow. We can outrun them."
Angela shook her head frantically. "No… I don't mean them. Look—" She pointed with a shaking finger.
From the shadows, a low growl rumbled. A hulking shape padded forward—an infected dog, its skin peeled back in places to reveal sinew and bone, its eyes glowing with savage hunger.
The zombie dog bared its teeth, growling, before lunging toward them.
"Fall back!" Jill shouted, aiming her gun.
The beast leapt.
Pēng! Pēng! Pēng!
Gunfire exploded through the hallway. The dog twisted mid-air, blood spraying, and collapsed lifelessly at their feet.
The group turned. A man in military gear stood there, holding a smoking machine gun. His uniform was tattered but still bore the Umbrella insignia.
Bang, bang, bang—he continued firing, mowing down the teacher zombies until the hallway was clear. Then he lowered his weapon and walked toward them.
"Looks like you needed backup," he said with a smirk.
Jill narrowed her eyes. "You work for Umbrella?"
"Once," the man admitted, brushing dust from his shoulder. "But they left me here to die. I think I'll switch careers now. Staff Sergeant Nicholai—at your service."
His smile was cut short by a sudden snarl. From nowhere, another zombie dog lunged and tackled him to the ground.
"Move!" Angela screamed, bolting toward the exit.
Nicholai struggled, grappling with the beast. "Go! Chase that girl—I'll handle this mutt!" His voice strained as he wrestled the snapping jaws.
Jack grabbed Teri's hand. "Come on!" He pulled her forward, running fast. Nicholai's fate was no concern of his. In Jack's mind, the man was just another disposable soldier.
"Jack…" Jill protested, glancing back.
Nicholai's cry of pain echoed through the hall as a second zombie dog appeared, sinking its teeth into him. His final scream was cut off by the sound of tearing flesh.
Jill clenched her jaw, shaking her head. "You could've saved him."
Jack looked at her innocently. "He told us to leave. He seemed confident. I thought he was strong enough."
Jill sighed heavily. "Forget it. Let's move."
The four of them pushed into a kitchen. The smell of rotten food mixed with mold and old grease filled the air. Rusted pots and broken dishes lay scattered across the floor.
"If we get through here, we'll reach the main hall," Jill said quickly.
"Roar!" The sound of snarls echoed behind them. Two zombie dogs burst in, their claws scraping against the tiles as they bounded closer.
"You three, keep moving!" Jack barked. "I'll handle this."
"Jack…" Teri's voice shook, her fear plain.
"Relax," he said, his tone almost casual. "Just two brutes. Now go!"
Jill grabbed Teri and Angela, dragging them forward as Jack sprinted into the kitchen. He darted past rusting stoves and flung open every gas valve, letting the air fill with the sharp stench of fuel.
"It's been too long since I felt a real explosion," Jack muttered with a grin.
One of the zombie dogs lunged at him, but Jack slammed his fist upward, punching the beast mid-air and sending it crashing into a counter. He drew his gun, firing backward without even looking, hitting a gas tank dead center.
Boom!
The explosion roared through the kitchen, flames rushing out and swallowing everything in sight. The shockwave rattled the entire building, sending tiles and plaster raining from the ceiling.
"Jack!" Teri screamed from the other side of the hallway, her eyes wide with panic.
Jill clenched her fists tightly, furious and anxious. "Damn it…"
But then, through the smoke and fire, a calm voice rang out.
"I might've been a little late," Jack said, stepping from the flames, his silhouette framed by fire.