Now, there are only three S.T.A.R.S. members left... Barry... Captain Wesker and myself... We don't know where Chris is...

The door to safety has been shut... there's no going back now...


The three of them arrive and shut the large double-doors behind them. On each side of the door lies a candle-lit stand on it. Jill, with her heart still racing from running, holds her chest and inhales and exhales hard.

Barry looks around and puts his .45 Magnum on his holster, which hangs on his chest by two shoulder straps.

He looks up and about forty feet in the air hangs an old chandelier, which lights shine on the dusty air which surrounds them.

The humongous stairs leading to the second floor of the mansion has a long red carpet coming down. It makes Jill feel so small.

"Wow! What a mansion!" Barry shouts, with his voice bellowing, ricocheting off the walls.

Wesker looks around, with his M92F still in his leather glove hand. His expression is emotion-less.

Jill, recovering, hops up and puts her hand on Wesker. "Captain Wesker. Where's Chris?" she asks.

Looking at her from his sunglasses, he answers "I don't know... maybe he's..."

"No!" Jill says running back to the front entrance, putting her hand on the knob.

"Stop! Don't open that door!" Wesker yells to Jill. She gives him a look. "Did you see those things? You'll get yourself killed!"

Jill jumps back over to Wesker. "But Captain Wesk-!"

A bullet shot noise is heard from the distance.

Barry and Wesker turns toward a brown wood double door on their right.

"What the hell? What was that?..." Barry yells, again with his voice bouncing off the walls. Wesker turns towards Barry. "I don't know... It could be Chris... Jill,"

He begins, turning to Jill. "You go investigate." Wesker finishes, shaking his head in the direction of the door the shot was heard from.


He wants me to investigate? Alone...?


Barry equips himself with his .45 Colt Magnum. "I'll go with her... Me and Chris go a long way. Probably since he was back in the Air Force."

Wesker nods, giving confirmation. "Right. Go on ahead."

The two run toward the door and each stand on a side of the door. Jill equips her M92F. Barry kicks open the door and walks in.

Jill cautiously walks in, stopping at a large dining table.

"It's a dining room..." Barry says. The tables is about sixteen feet long and four feet wide.

All over the table is scattered with unclean plates, some with uneaten and half-eaten food, used utensils and unused napkins.

Who ever was here wasn't here recently...

At the end of the long Dining Hall is a fireplace, crackling with wild flames. "What is this?" Barry asks himself.

"Jill, you better take a look at this." Jill walks over to the fireplace, which Barry is kneeling over.

He picks up some liquid off of the floor and smells it. "It's blood... I really hope this isn't Chris' blood. Jill, you better continue investigating."

Jill nods walking over to a single door on her right. "I'll be right back, Barry." she says, opening the door.

Barry nods and continues to examine the liquid.