{Chapter: 114 Clare Racing Team}
William looked at Jill with a sly smile. "Jill, aren't you feeling shy?"
"No," she replied curtly.
"It sure seems like you are. You know, people should always be honest. I won't laugh at you—oh, wait, I lied. Hahaha, sorry, couldn't help myself!" William burst out laughing, finding Jill's reaction more adorable than alluring.
"I said no!" Jill shot back, her voice rising as she glared at him.
"Alright, alright—no it is," William said, raising his hands in mock surrender.
"Don't touch me. I don't even know you!" Jill protested, trying to push him away.
But before she could escape, William suddenly pinned her down, his grin widening. "You have no idea how cute you look when you're all flustered. Who knew you'd end up sitting on my head, huh?"
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In the sky, William carried Jill in his arms as they soared through the air at breakneck speed.
"Where exactly are we going?" Jill asked, glancing at him suspiciously.
"To find Carlos and the others. I have a feeling they could use my help right about now," William replied, his expression confident and full of purpose.
Jill shrugged. "I think you're just looking for Terry. She misses you so much and keeps hoping to see you again."
"Of course she does. After all, I am incredibly charming and undeniably handsome," William said, feigning helplessness.
"Why don't you just drop dead already?" Jill rolled her eyes dramatically.
"If I did, you'd be a widow, Jill."
"Shut up! I have nothing to do with you," she retorted, turning her face away.
William leaned closer and kissed her on the mouth. Jill froze, overwhelmed by a flood of conflicting emotions.
William smiled silently, savoring the sweet lips and the quiet moment as the wind whistled gently around them.
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Roll! Roll! Roll!
On the ground below, the remaining survivors had learned to keep moving, avoiding the major cities at all costs. This was the only way to escape the ever-present threat of zombies and cling to the fragile thread of life.
On a desolate highway cutting through the Nevada desert, the black asphalt stood in stark contrast to the surrounding sands.
A lone zombie crouched over a corpse, ravenously tearing into its flesh.
Suddenly, the zombie paused and turned its head sharply, alerted by the distant sound of an approaching car engine.
BAM!
The vehicle struck the zombie with brutal force, sending its body tumbling across the road.
Before the undead creature could recover, a spinning awl shot out and pierced its skull. The car roared past, leaving nothing but blood and shattered remains in its wake.
The survivors inside the car erupted in cheers, slapping the vehicle's interior grate in celebration.
"Woohoo! Take that!"
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A convoy of five vehicles—comprised of school buses, ambulances, news vans, and military trucks—rolled down the highway, carrying a determined group of survivors.
Inside the lead news van, a blonde-haired woman named Claire held a radio transmitter. "Carlos, do you copy? It's Claire," she called out.
Beside her sat another blonde woman, younger and less mature-looking, though equally striking in appearance.
A man's voice crackled through the radio. "No smokes here, Claire," came the reply from Carlos, a survivor of the Raccoon City incident.
"I don't believe you," Claire countered, narrowing her eyes.
Carlos chuckled on the other end, speaking from inside a tanker truck. "What reason would I have to lie to you, Claire?"
Beside him sat Terry, her exhaustion and lingering shyness evident in her demeanor. She fidgeted with a camera in her hands, lost in thought about the past.
Carlos, Jill, and LJ had once been part of the Umbrella Corporation. After rescuing Alice from Umbrella's Detroit facility, Angela was tragically shot, and Alice disappeared. Jill had stayed behind to distract federal agents, sacrificing her safety so the others could escape. Her fate remained unknown.
Now, only Carlos, Terry, and LJ had survived. On their journey, they had joined Claire's group of survivors. Along the way, they had rescued a young girl named Kmart from a shopping mall. Together, the group wandered endlessly, searching for other survivors in a world ravaged by the virus, where no place was truly safe.
Carlos glanced at Terry, noticing her distant expression. "Still thinking about that demon?" he asked.
Terry turned to him with a resolute look. "William is not a demon. He didn't harm us. He saved us. If he wanted to, he could've killed us all with ease."
"Well, stick to your opinion, but he's not coming back," Carlos said dismissively.
"You're wrong. He promised we'd meet again, and I believe him," Terry replied firmly.
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In front of an abandoned gas station, a lone motorcycle roared to a stop. Its rider, a woman wearing sunglasses and a scarf, dismounted.
A closer look revealed her identity—it was Alice, now traveling alone.
Alice inspected the station's crumbling exterior, hoping to find gasoline. But her search yielded nothing.
Gripping her pistol tightly, she cautiously pushed open the door to the station's main office. Her steps were slow and deliberate as she made her way toward a side room.
When she opened the door, the stench hit her immediately. A swarm of flies buzzed loudly as they scattered, revealing a gruesome sight—a severely decayed woman's corpse hanging from the ceiling.
Alice covered her mouth and nose, coughing as she forced herself to look away. She bent down and retrieved a discarded book from the floor before quickly exiting the building.
"We are Claire Redfield's team, searching for other survivors. Can anyone hear us? Repeat, can anyone hear us?" A message broadcasted repeatedly from Alice's motorcycle radio.
Sitting on the bike, Alice flipped through the book she had picked up, pausing on one page for an unusually long time. Her expression darkened as she absorbed the information.
After closing the book, Alice sat in silence, lost in thought.
Haunted by memories of her time under Umbrella's control—when she had been forced to kill Angela—Alice wrestled with guilt and paranoia. She knew that Umbrella could track her every move and even control her actions through the technology implanted in her.
Determined to avoid endangering others, Alice had chosen isolation. Using her knowledge of Umbrella's systems, she had mapped out satellite paths and escape routes to stay one step ahead of their relentless pursuit.
Still, she couldn't help but follow Claire's convoy from a distance, protecting them in secret as they searched for hope in a dying world.
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