#this is post-re6 in case thats not clear

Bringing this back for 2022! Here is a piece of a Resident Evil fic I’m working on, and hope to publish in the next couple of months:

The line rings four times before cutting to voicemail. Jake grumbles when he hears her voice tell him she’s unavailable before tossing the phone on the mattress. Wanting another cigarette, he moves to open the window so he can blow the smoke outside and think.

This isn’t like her. Not that he knows what she’s like, but he kind of does, and this isn’t Sherry. Two weeks with no word, no note? In the two years since they met, they’ve never gone so long without checking in with each other. His uneasiness grows as he watches two men get into a fistfight on the street below. What if something was wrong? She could have gotten hurt or something, and nobody would know to contact him. Why would they? He’s nothing to her but someone she guarded once.