Filtered Light
By yours truly, Kittens in Baskets.
A/N: This fic goes with my other fic Distilled Shadows, so if you haven't read that, read it before this. Thanks! By the way, heart to my friend Christina for helping me with the first paragraph.
Disclaimer: Don't own it, said luxury belongs to Namco.
Thump, thump, thump. He could hear it, the unmistakable sound of S.T.A.R.S combat boots. The footfalls were light, almost completely stifled between him and the door. But he knew it wasn't a creature, for when he took a step, it sounded almost identical, as opposed to the hair-raising shuffling sound made by the zombies. He had an insane notion that they weren't so mindless, that they really could think and hear and move as he could. That they did this for the pure pleasure of human flesh and cries of pain, for the screams and struggles, for the joy of the kill. The control, the complete, full advantage of numbers. They were enjoying this.
They were everywhere, stalking, still, silent. But they were there, he'd seen them. Thus, he checked carefully before even beginning to move, to even breathe. Not paranoia, no, it went beyond that. Ever since this whole mansion thing started, the very real possibility of dying young was getting to him. And the prospect of coming back to go after his friends, that was unbearable.
So it was as he fired off a shot, and the thing dropped dead, again, he watched it for a while, making sure it was okay to pass. Their air was tense and cold, and the silence of the manor was deafening. Taking a breath he stepped over the dead body. Chris approached the door where he hoped to find a comrade, raising his gun and shoving open the door.
He watched Jill Valentine slip slowly and cautiously through a door. He reached out his hand but was stopped short by a small, weak sounding squeal and the sound of something hitting the ground. He then burst into a run, turning in the doorway to seen the zombie let it's teeth out of her throat and drop her to the floor.
"Jill!" He cried out.
"Chris..." She mumbled, her hand twitching, almost a last gesture.
Thump, thump, thump...
Chris spun around shooting, but to no avail. The large green creature, in a single bound, landed a huge gash straight up his chest. He landed on his back on the ground, hand on Jill's, using his last breath and energy to grip it tightly.
"I'm sorry..."