Jill Threw herself up in a rush of panic looking around the room, at the same time trying to regain her equilibrium. After quickly scanning her surroundings she forced herself off of the small twin sized bed. This was the third time she had attempted to fall asleep on that musty heap of coils. She wanted to fall asleep for at least a half an hour but obviously it wasn't going to happen. She saw no purpose anymore, although she had been walking around this immense freak show of a mansion for about 2 hours searching every nook and cranny for the others, she at least had to get some rest. There was still hope that she would run into Chris somewhere and Barry, Jill would give anything to be by Barry's side right now. She had always felt a strong sense of security when he was around, especially because of the fact that he carries around a .50 caliber automatic Desert Eagle. She sat up on the edge of the bed staring blankly at the yellow stained plaster peeling off of the wall. Thinking back she remembered a door that she hasn't checked yet.
Maybe that door will take me closer to Chris. Or maybe.. it'll take me further into danger.
So far, the room she was in felt somewhat…safe. She'd been in here for about thirty minutes but it felt as if hours had passed. After seeing what she saw outside this room, she didn't want to leave.
Zombies...they're not real... There's no way.. This isn't real.
She stood up and looked around the small dusty room and began to walk around the perimeter examining the random objects scattered around, still thinking of what to do.
I don't know where to go, and there are monsters everywhere I turn. What if Chris and Barry are dead? What if I'm searching for nothing?
Jill's eyes began to well up and a tear fell down her cheek as the feeling of helplessness set in; the feeling that she didn't want to be here anymore. She felt deep loneliness, and then panic began to build up inside her. She knew that there was no escape; that at any moment she could die.
She then quickly shook her head as if shaking off the thought of faltering. Jill was fully aware that if she cracked now, her chance of survival would drastically decrease. She needed to keep her cool. If she was going to die now then there would be nothing that could be done about it, except keep searching. Staying in this room would only prolong her fate. After clearing her head, Jill walked over to the large metal chest that was in the corner of the room. She opened the heavy lid and placed a few extra items she was carrying in her bloated pockets into the chest. A lighter, a small canteen filled with gasoline, and an empty handgun. She didn't think that she was going to use them anytime soon. All she carried was a loaded shotgun, a survival knife, and a few extra shotgun shells.
I think I'm going to be coming back here a few times.
After organizing her inventory, Jill strapped the shotgun to her back and placed the knife into the holster. Walking over to the door Jill took a deep breath and exhaled placing her hand on the doorknob at the same time listening for any movement outside. She turned the knob a bit and noticed out of the corner of her eye an antique typewriter. She had seen it earlier but didn't pay any attention to it. She let go of the door knob and walked over to the small round table where the typewriter sat. Next to it was an ink ribbon. She placed the ink ribbon carefully into the machine. Jill then shut her eyes tightly for a second, opened them and began typing.
Disclaimer: I don't own resident evil or its characters.
Authors Notes: I just always wanted to write a short memoir of what went on in the "save room". lol