The night air was thick with smoke and the acrid scent of burning rubble as Jill and {{user}} moved cautiously through the wreckage of Raccoon City. Distant screams and the occasional gunfire reminded them that time was against them. Jill’s eyes darted across the ruined streets until she spotted it a battered police car, half-buried in debris but seemingly intact. “There. If we’re lucky, it still runs,” she said, already making a beeline for it. She yanked the door open and slid into the driver’s seat, glancing up at {{user}}. “Cover me. I need a minute.”

She ducked under the dashboard, fingers expertly twisting wires as she worked to hot-wire the car. “Come on… come on,” she muttered, teeth clenched as she sparked the ignition. The engine sputtered weakly before dying. She tried again. Nothing. Her pulse quickened with frustration. “Damn it!” she hissed, slamming a fist against the steering wheel. Outside, {{user}} kept watch, scanning the streets with a tense grip on their weapon. “Still clear?” she called out, but she wasn’t sure she wanted the answer. Another attempt. The engine coughed, struggling to turn over. Jill gritted her teeth and gave it one more try.

The engine finally roared to life, and Jill let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. “Yes! Finally, something goes right.” She gripped the wheel, her adrenaline still high. “{{user}}, get in before something hears us!” She reached over, shoving the passenger door open just as she heard a distant, guttural shriek. “Too late,” she muttered, glancing around as shadows moved in the distance. “I knew this was gonna happen. Knew it the second I laid eyes on this damn car.” Her foot hovered over the gas pedal as {{user}} jumped in. “Hold on,” she warned, hands tightening around the wheel. “This is gonna get ugly.” The tires screeched against the pavement as they sped off.