The Mansion-

It was filled with monsters; some or which were animals, the others human.

Well... Once human.

The decayed fleshing and missing limbs showed Jill Valentine that they were somehow dead, yet somehow alive. Blood still ran fresh from their body, showing that their circulatory system was working and their hearts were still pumping.

She was no doctor, but she had enough science classes to figure that out. But she was also bright enough to shoot them in the head and high tail it out of there.

The officer had no idea where she was going, and ammo was staring to run a bit low. She made small grumbles as she thought about leaving a fully stocked helicopter with weapons and ammunition. Then started curing Brad Vickers for what seemed the hundredth time. If she ever got out of this- she would make sure he was killed by one of these monsters.

The main hall came alive with soft clicks as the soles of her boots slapped the marble floor, shifting to a soft, padded sound as she stepped on the trailing rug that lead to the steps.

Would she ever find Chris?

Would he ever find her?

The only way to find out was to keep on fighting and getting through this nightmare. That meant killing off any monster that came in her way. Human or animal.

She was a trained professional, after all; trained in how to use the gun in her hands and the knife at her side. She counted herself mighty lucky to still have both of her weapons from after that struggle in the forest... running from those damned dogs... those 'dogs' weren't normal dogs.

Nothing about tonight was normal, that was for sure.

Jill's body slowly went up the large stair case of the main hall again. Each creak of the stairs sent shivers down her already tingling spine. She knew more monsters were upstairs, but she promised Barry that she'd check it out again.

The officer turned to the right and headed up another small stair case until she arrived on the second floor. Her hand brushed her bangs out of her eyes before she took a few more cautionary steps. It seemed ok, so Jill walked past the first door and went down to the second one.

Her hesitant hand reached for the door slowly. She could hear her heart pumping in her ears and the adrenaline rushing through her veins. The door ripped ripped open with the jerk of her hand and she saw nothing... But blood.

The crimson liquid was splashed against the walls and floor. Bloody hand prints stained the walls as well, showing that someone was injured...

Chris?

No... It couldn't be!

Jill opened the other door at the end of the hallway and saw that it brought her out on a patio.

With a murder of crows.

She almost turned around to go back until she saw a foot around the corner. Hopefully it was still attached to a live, living body still...

Her lungs were still as she slowly made her way to the other side of the patio. She didn't want to make one sound as she walked. Those crows seemed very irritable towards her, and she didn't want to find out why they were clustered together on a patio.

As she rounded the corner, she smelled a horrible stench and looked down. A gasp came out suddenly and she looked at the corpse of her team mate, Forest Speyer.

The crows had pecked him to death and left his remains behind. Eye sockets empty, giving her a lifeless gaze. Strings of muscles and ligaments were pulled out and dangling off his decaying body.

The peeled and picked bones of his fingers still clung onto the bazooka that was held against him.

At that instant, Jill Valentine lost all hope. She didn't know what to do, she was completely out of it. She stared at his body for a few more seconds until she heard a horrible noise.

The crows began to caw and flap their wings wildly at her; sending her the message that she was about to end up like Forest.

She didn't know what happened first: her ducking to the ground, or her ripping the bazooka out of her dead comrades hands and firing a round.

After the shell hit the group of birds- the exploded into a thousand tiny pieces. Ribbons of muscle and feathers fell in clumps against the wooden patio boards. There were no longer any caws and squawks that filled the area. Only a cool summer breeze that wafted the stench of the undead and blood.

With a hand covering her mouth, Jill made it back into the blood stained hallway and wretched up everything she had left in her stomach from the pervious throw up in the bathroom.

Tonight was going to be a long night, and she didn't think her nerves or stomach were going to last much longer. Much less herself.

Chris... Where are you?


A/N: Well, friends, long time no see! Thank you for reading the first chapter of this story. I haven't written anything in such a long time. Yes, this is a story about Jill. Why? Felt like it.

This is about RE: director's cut. Why not REmake? Well yes, REmake is scary, but doesn't have the nostalgic feeling that the original RE had. You know what I'm talking about, right? If not, you're missing out.

I want to write something scary and not romantic for once. (But of course I will be still making romantic stories! So don't get me wrong.)

Hopefully after this I'll be able to wrote more and update. (Yeah right.)