Summary: What did Chris do that's so horrible Jill and Claire just can't believe it? What indeed…

Relation to other stories: Stand Alone.

Warnings: None. This one's clean for the kiddies, folks.

Disclaimer: I don't claim any ownership to the Resident Evil franchise or any character from it; however, I do claim ownership to this story so no duplication is allowed.

The Horror

Jill stood over the table, her mouth in an o-shaped expression at what she was seeing. She still couldn't believe it. After all the death, blood, and guts she'd seen in her life she thought she could handle a sight like this but now that she was actually faced with it up close, looking down at it clear as day, it was too much for her to stand. She could feel her stomach turning inside her every second she continued looking on. Yes, it was a most unnerving sight to say the least.

"Just when I thought zombies were the most evil thing in the world," she acknowledged, holding her eye's position and shaking her head.

"Whoever thought it could get so much worse?" Claire added, amazed as she watched the horrific scene before her.

"I didn't think anything could be this bad," Jill continued. She wanted to look away, to shelter her eyes from the tragedy before her but it was like a train wreck and she just couldn't seem to peel herself away from it. She didn't even look up as Chris strode into the S.T.A.R.S. office, smiling as if the scene didn't even seem to faze him in the least.

"Morning, ladies," he greeted cheerfully, setting his coffee mug on his desk not too far away. "What's goin' on?"

"It's just awful, Chris," Claire informed, sadly, turning her face to his to judge his reaction.

"Aw, come on it's not that bad," he tried to convince them, but they knew better. The damage was already done.

"This is all your fault, Chris," Jill reminded, her tone telling him she hardly found this as slight as he did.

"Come on it was bound to happen," he reminded, stepping over to join the women at their sulking sides.

"But how could you do it? It's just so unfair," Jill informed.

"This is a gross, horrible thing you've done here, Chris," Claire remarked. "It's certainly nothing to be proud of."

"Well, if I didn't do it someone else would have," he tried to defend himself. "Ok, I'm sorry alright but I had to. It was calling my name. What was I supposed to do, walk by and ignore it? I have desires too ya know."

"That's one sick, selfish desire, Chris," Jill shot back not appreciating his actions one bit and certainly not appreciating his lack of concern for them.

"Yeah," Claire agreed. "What are the rest of us supposed to do now?"

"Hey, I said I was sorry. I really don't see what the big deal is."

Jill shook her head, sighing at his ignorance, before turning her eyes back to the table and the empty box upon it.

"What do you mean it's no big deal?" she shouted. "You ate the last donut!"

"We just can't forgive you," Claire told him, shaking her head and following an equally depressed Jill from the room.

Chris watched in shock as the young women departed from the office. Heading over to his desk he sat himself down, the sweet sensation of jelly coming to his nose soon after. Opening his top drawer, he grinned at the pink donut he saw waiting for him.

"What do ya know, one left," he happily stated, popping the sweet and tasty dessert into his watering mouth and smiling in triumph as he leaned back in relaxation to enjoy the rest of his donut filled morning.

The End