Distilled Shadows
Disclaimer: I don't own Resident Evil. Which is good. Because if I did, every fan would hate the crap out of me, because there would be Zombie Kittens In Baskets wearing Ribbons and Eating Marshmallows.
A/N: I wrote this up quick, and It's a oneshot. So… there probably won't be more.
Jill could hear it; the rustling of unseen feet. They were coming, almost infinitely. She would, at some point, inadvertently meet one. Her footfalls were carefully planned, cautious and lethargic. The slightest sound could direct them to her. She didn't want that. The grotesque creatures roamed the mansion; watching, waiting. And Jill didn't need any more on her trail. Surely, if one found her she'd shoot. And the sound would bring them to her. This she knew, and this is why she was acting so paranoid.
It wasn't fear. Fear wasn't anything she had; only in the least. What drove her was the so desperate need to get out; to find Chris, Barry, and the Bravos and just get out of this house. If Brad hadn't chickened out, they could be safe. At home, she could be in bed without a care. Others would investigate the case, and the S.T.A.R.S need not get involved.
Yet here she was, along with her comrades, searching and coming ever closer to what seemed like an inevitable doom. She could hear them now, closer. They were behind a closed door that she found herself at. The hallways had come to an end, and so had her reverie. They knew she was there now; it was too late for caution. She could hear them, pressing deteriorating hands and faces against the sturdy oak door. She could hear their moans at the prospect of her flesh in their mouths. Jill nearly gagged.
But she knew, deep down inside that the zombies weren't the only creatures residing here. And she also knew she hadn't been though the door. All she knew was that it went outside. Where all those mutilated dogs and god knows what else could be hiding. She resolved to go somewhere else, and stay indoors. The hallways she was in was L shaped, the longer part having doors leading to other inside rooms, and at the end of the short part was the door leading to the outside.
Already, she could hear the crunching of grass and thuds from the outside, just to the right of the door; seemingly from the next room. Jill turned around and again, began her cautious walk. Reaching the last, unexplored room this hallway had to offer, she pulled out her 9mm Beretta pistol, and slowly opened the door.
The soft thud of her footfalls was all that could be heard in the already obviously empty room. But even as she stood still, they kept sounding. And then she realized. But it was too late. Sharp, nearly inhuman teeth sunk into her throat from behind. And as her pistol hit the hardwood floor, she squealed. And the last thing she heard was a distant, almost soothing yell.
"Jill!"
"Chris…"
And as he burst through the door, the zombie relinquished it's grip from her, letting her fall almost slowly to the floor where she would remain.