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"No!" she screams, and before she even knows what she's doing, her arms are around Wesker, the sound of breaking glass fills her ears, and she's falling in slow motion. The shards stuck in her hand and the cuts on her face are the least of her concerns.
"I'm sorry, Chris." she thinks, because she knows in her heart that she isn't going to survive this.
She hits the water, and she expects it to tear her to pieces, but it doesn't.
Jill is cold when she wakes up, and there's water in her lungs, and she's praying to every deity she can think of that it's over.
When backup arrives at the Spencer Estate, Chris is slumped over near the hole in the window. He's not even sure he remembers how to breathe. He doesn't know if it's been seconds, or hours or days.
Delta leader is asking him questions, and he doesn't know how he manages to wrap his mouth around the words. He's garbled, incoherent, and he's ready to vomit.
"Jill," he gasps, "Wesker, the window."
He hears something about a search party going to check the area as the room starts to fade, and his head collides with the floor.