A.N. 3ninjasfan eeeeee! Its you haha, sorry I just hoped that you were reading cause you wanted to see this done and now I've got the time. All that other stuff was giving me cases of the sadness so I went back to basics... well, sort of because of the game aspect. Which will somewhat act as a walkthrough for when you get yours. I hope you like it as much as I do, get the remake of the first one and number 4 they're both for wii right now but you can order gamecube's from online. And your story so pleases its not even funny. I just love it. You remind me of zombie lust for blood. First time I saw this game my older brother was playing, he said he didn't like it because he couldn't walk and I had to get in there and show him I rock! haha. I'm gonna have 1 more zombie story with this oooor 2 after this. I'm not sure. But doing a Silent Hill 3 ninjas would be a fun thought for the future.

thank you guys for reading, and reviewing. Umm, if you can find it still at Youtube the movie mentioned in this chapter is adorable, you should definitely check it out.

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Jessica Douglas, deep down, has always wanted a girl. A daughter she can go shopping with, a daughter that she can look over and try recipes with, and a daughter that she can pamper herself with. Which is why she found herself at Heaven's Hands with Patsy Heart's daughter, and friend of the family really, Emily. The blonde girl was still on Jessica's wish list as a possible bride for her son Rocky, but she never let on. Nothing worse than pressuring your children into something. But she can always oversee the progress of their 'should be' relationship. Right?

"Thanks for bringing me along Mrs. Douglas," Says the girl. She says it every summer really. Coming to this spa is kind of their secret thing while the boys are with her father at his cabin, and Sam is working away. Only difference this summer is...

"I can't believe I let you talk me into coming here." Mori says, blinking disapproving eyes at the interior of the spa place. "I should be keeping myself fit for emergencies. Not lounging around in some..." He silenced when one of the employees went by, then spoke in whisper. "flower shop."

Smiling, Jessica took the offered towels, handing one to the young girl and her father. "Daddy you've been to hot springs resorts back home."

"That's a ryokan, anyone can enjoy those. This... this is torture." He follows the two into the showering area but pauses before going into the mens. "At least there I can get a meal."

Jessica had to laugh at that before ushering Emily into the shower with her. "He's just nervous about getting his feet massaged." She whispered.

Emily giggled as she tied her long blonde hair into a bun.

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The mud bath was wonderful. Hot and muscle relaxing, just what the contractor needed after long hours in the office. Emily had her own personal knots to work through as well with stress relief from school, summer fitness- which she and Jessica have already attetended a class this morning; Mori excluded with that since it was a female class. And guy troubles. She just can't seem to keep Rocky interested. Mori... was asleep. It would seem the elderly ninja had a few knots as well for someone who had to keep their body "fit for emergencies".

"I always liked it when you kids played tea party together," Jessica says on the topic of Rocky. "He seemed to like it too."

"Yeah, but Rocky was only in it for the cakes." Replied Emily, eyes closed enjoying the thick hot clay clamped around her.

"Ahaha, typical male behavior. Maybe you could come over and take cooking lessons, have him try it?" Jessica's brown eyes look over at the girl. "He's no Tum tum, but it seems the way to his heart might just lie in food."

"Its the same with every man." Emily loved feeling grown-up with these talks.

"True. Sam tried my teriyaki chicken pot stickers and he said one more meal like that and he'd marry me. So I made him stuffed shells and tomato sauce, you know, show him that I was more than just little bites- I can fatten a man up." She smiled. "He was true to his word, although I'm sure being bilingual played a role in it as well because he wanted to showcase his stuff as well, asked me to marry him in French of all things."

Laughing, Emily asked. "You speak French too?" She wasn't sure if she could learn a language on the fly. She's sort of getting average marks in Spanish class as it is.

"No. I looked it up; and he's lucky I did, otherwise I might have just smiled like and considered it nothing but flirting."

Emily's laugh woke Mori just then, and the man declared that he was official baked and wanted out of the oven.

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The foot scrub was relaxing, the minerals taking care of the aches on their feet. Mori may have fought it at first, but he enjoyed in the end. The lady giving it to him even flirted a little. The evening ended well, and the 3 glowed as they had a delicious meal at the Olive Garden before the three of them retired at home. Jessica and Mori had a cup of coffee and an ice cream later in the night while watching The Taste of Tea in the master bedroom. When her father was off to bed in the spare room, Jessica got ready for bed herself and for some reason she felt a cold chill run through her. The California weather is always gorgeous, and the temperature in the house is just fine. It left the woman wondering if maybe, just maybe, something were wrong with her husband and sons. ...He has his cell phone. Maybe she should call? No. That would be mothering, and wifing. Better to just leave the men to be men. They'll be fine if anything comes up.

The three boys rush down the hall as quickly as they can, past the bloodied Fed. and through a door, it opened up to a stairwell; the long row of stairs broke off into a small square landing that shot another row up before the floor. They barely had time to notice the small desk holding a very large birdcage, or the two chairs sitting idly beneath the cat-walk-esque hallway. They certainly didn't notice that the few pictures trailing up the stairs anchored to the wall held not one member of the believed to live in the mansion family. They just had lazer focus to get to whomever had screamed. Someone is alive, someone is in trouble; and with their new found knowledge on the situation, someone needed their help.

"Through here!" Rocky alerted them when the door at the end of the hall is pulled open.

A golden yellow glow met their panicked gazes as they glanced ahead of themselves and at their right. Two doors. Two options as to where the scream had come from.

"We could split up?" And that was Colt opting as leader in Rocky's moment of pause.

"I don't think that's the best idea," The older boy pointed down to a body on the floor.

As if it were just put their under Rocky's instruction since neither of them had seen it until pointed out, the wince seeing a rather larage dead body dropped out on the floor as if it had seen better days. His body has blood all over it, his clothes tattered and torn as if someone had Cinderella'd him, like the scene when the step-sisters had seen the usually bedraggled, ash laiden girl in a new dress and they wanted it for themselves and tore it right off of her. The most horrific part of it is not the man's legs, stripped bare of flesh and muscle, but that his head is oversized and looks almost red with how the blood had completely rushed into his skull. Movement at their right made the decision for them, and the three boys went under a large arched doorway; it might have been considered a secret passage as they've never in their lives have come across a knobless door that's a solid mirror on one side.

Making their way down the hall they came to realize that the sound they'd heard was not coming from anyone living, it was coming from one of them. A low moan passed out of the large man's mouth. This one wasn't like the other they'd just left in the bend of the hall. It still looks human, save-aside the blind eyes and slack jaw. He'd been bitten terribly on his neck though, that was apparent. When it happened would remain undetermined since the blood was very much dried up and no longer coming out as it should have been were the wound fresh.

"Shi-.." And Rocky tended to chop off the ends of his swears when he caught himself about to do it. Skidding to a stop he aimed the gun and automatically shot off a round from the clip. It missed.

"Rocky?" Colt moved to the forefront, gun clutched and reclutched in his hand; but Rocky kept his brother back and tried again, this time nailing the animated dead man in the chest.

He stumbled heavily; likely that his girth was the main reason for the sudden tilt into the wall behind him. But like the man in the dining room, he kept coming once he recovered. Rocky fired off another round, but it with the man coming at him rather quickly it was sort of hard to get the aim correct. Lowering the firearm Rocky backed away from the reaching man; his zombie-like state more pronounced from that close up. It was Tum tum who took action then, but rather than get close to the oncoming attack, he grabbed a spear from one of the many lifesized armor statues lining the wall placed inside of little divits. The head of the spear came off as if it were a joke in a comedy, and Tum tum knelt down pocketing the head before grabbing another spear; which thankfully held itself together and he hurled it expertly at the offending man's head pinning him to the wall. He swung his arms wildly a moment then died out, his full fat weight removed the spear from the wall as his body dropped to the floor. Dead, for real this time. Funny thing was, he didn't bleed much from the head wound. It spoke volumes as to just how long this has been going on in the home. It was chilling to think that no one was alive in the home; leaving them all to wonder if the person who'd screamed is even alive anymore.

The sight of death seemed to still be unnerving to them as they needed a moment to pull themselves away from the slumped form on the floor.

"Come on." Rocky spoke first, putting them back on track to the task at hand.

Rounding another corner they come to a set of doors, one ahead and one at their right. Looking them over, Rocky chooses the one before them but giving it a tug he finds it locked. Trying the other after turning the lock he cautiously opens the door, but closes it instantly when spotting a rather lively looking man staggering toward it.

"There's one of 'em in there. We should head back and try the other door."

"Not me. I've had enough of this hall." Colt says turning around. "I vote we head back the other way."

"Me too."

Rocky seemed reluctant to move back when they've come so far forward, but he knew it would be better to avoid anymore scuffles for right now. He can still feel his pulse going from just before. "Okay. Let's go back."

Colt was visibly relieved hearing that and started back promptly. Grabbing a spear from one of the suits of armor, he gave a twirl as if it were a bo stick. "That was pretty smooth using one of these Tum tum, I might have to watch out for you during spars."

Smiling, Tum tum shook his head, though he completely agreed that his brother should watch out for his wild card moves. Making their ways back down the hall and out the door, the 3 re-enter the main hall in a hurry. No one, or rather nothing has come through since they'd left each area.

"Which way, guys?" Asked Rocky looking from left to right. Left held 2 doors, one single and a double. Right held 2 doors as well, but both are singles. "If I'm right, the double doors lead to the dining room, the catwalk above it has a walker on it. We should avoid it for right now."

"Killing it on a catwalk would be easier than doing it in a wide hall." Colt made a point.

"You're right." Rocky nods to agree.

"Hey guys, let's take this door." Tum tum points out grabbing the handle to the picture before them.

Or at least it looked like a picture, its as long as a door and solid, polished. Its got a beautiful water color painting on it; the only thing that gives it a door-like quality is the long golden handle which on the door looks like a piece of the golden sandy colored mountain painted on the thing.

Tugging it to him, he smiles at his brother's and says. "Its not locked."

Rocky and Colt exchange looks but follow Tum Tum through the door. They were greeted by wind from outside almost immidiately. Each boy tensed up awaiting the dog mauling they thought would come once they've gone beyond the safety of the walls; safety, sure, when the damned things leapt right through the windows in the hall just because the lights were on and someone was home. Carefully, the 3 crept outside finding that the grounds were empty, but their nerves weren't exactly stilled as they noticed where it was that they've come to. A graveyard.

Rocky took the lead and stepped carefully down the seven stairs leading down to a landing, that lead to another small set of long broad stairs before the graveyard/courtyard. Colt and Tum tum watched from the top of the small balcony. The full spectrum open to them so they can see where maybe their brother cannot. Its dark out, cool for summer. The clouds are thick in the sky moving like slow traffic for the storm to fully pass, even without the moon out, the light fixtures make it easy enough for them to see the area. Everything is murky and mossy from the rain that's thankfully passed.

"Rocky, what d'you see?" Colt asked itching to get down there with him.

"There's a door and a gate," He tugs the iron bars. "Its locked, though." Looking around him, and most importantly listening, he calls up to them. "Its safe, come on."

The 2 hurry down the sets of stairs and to their brother's side; taking in the area for themselves, they follow closely enough as Rocky moved through the small graveyard. It seemed that it stretched on beyond the long iron fence, but they had no desire to scale it to check it out. Instead they walked through to a thin pass that ended with a large slab of cold grey stone; a cherub carved into it is pointing an arrow towards the sky, the other down at the ground. It was strangely beautiful. Something about it was weird though, and Colt wordlessly points it out by sticking his finger into the divet where a spear head should be as the other cherub has. Cocking his head, Tum tum fishes into his pocket for the spear head that fell from the first one he'd picked up. Looking at it now, he noticed that it wasn't colored as the other one. It a dark green jade with a gold trim at the bottom. Reaching up, he shoves it into the space.

"Whoa." They all gasp taking a quick step back from the wall. Its moving. The stone wasn't a solid mass as they thought, it was a thick slab. Like a door. Its movement was amazing, they couldn't even see where the hinges would go.

Not about to be held back again, Colt moved forward and down the stairs with his brothers following. It was an elaborate tomb of sorts. The room is built round in a circle, and four planks hold these odd faces carved in stone. The hidden gears were showing easily in the room; turning away as it held the slab in place. There are flames dancing beyond the walls, throwing horrific shadows all over the room.

"Do you think someone's in there?" Asks Tum tum looking up at a coffin that's chained to the ceiling at four ends, hanging free, not plastered against it.

"I sure as hell don't wanna find out." Colt replied. Stepping further in, he reaches for a purple book stuck inside the wall. Turning it around in his hand, his fingers brush against something on the back of it. "Who would keep a diary down here?" He wonders while passing the book over to Rocky to inspect.

"Psh." Intones the older male looking the book over himself. "I'm guessing someone who knew what was going on out there; maybe he was hiding out down here. It seems pretty safe in comparison." Giving the key a few stabs at the keyhole, Rocky hands the book back to Colt. "This key doesn't fit for this anyway."

"Huh?" A thoughtful sound. Tugging the latch on the book it came open easily enough. "Its not a diary, its just some curse book."

Scrunching his nose, Tum tum asks. "What's a curse book?"

"Says so on the front, but its only got one page filled in talking about some tortured souls and masks that hide their pain."

"Do you think they were talking about this?" Rocky asks from across the cell, touching the stone faces protruding from the wall. "All of them are missing something: a mouth, a nose, eyes..." Looking over his shoulder at his brothers, he continues. "Maybe there's a secret door around in here, and if we return the mask to these faces we'll find it. The cell was closed, but no one was in here."

Having said that, all 3 shot a look up at the coffin hanging from the ceiling. No one alive was in here it seemed. But the coffin could be empty.

"In any case, this key might just be for the house. We came across a bunch of locked doors, maybe it opens some of them?" He's already on his way out of the tiny prison.

Colt shot one last glance over his head at the hanging coffin, an odd ominous feeling came over him but he shook it off quickly following after his brothers.

"Colt, do you think you can pick the lock on this gate?"

Colt shook his head. "It'll have to be from the other side."

Tum tum tried sticking his hand through the fence but had little success at doing so. Other side it is then. Trudging back up the stairs, the 3 pass through the descrete door. A key burning a hole in Rocky's palm he chooses the side of the upper floor where there are two single doors. Giving the one just off the landing a tug, Rocky finds it's locked and as a test shoves the key inside. He flashed his brothers a smirk that it worked before pushing the door open. The hush said it all as they stepped into yet another gorgeous hall. Violet red wallpaper with a decorative gold design runs along the top half while the bottom is covered with a wooden framing planked off as if the wall is bare down there. A runner lines the center of the hall exposing dark wooden floors beneath it. Random tiny side tables are here and there, a curtain, parted in the center, is tied off on either sides of the doorway. So this is how the rich fill their homes. They were sure if the home were theirs it would be empty hall, after empty hall and only the rooms would be furnished.

Tum tum brushed his fingers on a tiny plate stuck onto a holder. "They could use a butler;" He shows them his finger tip. "this stuff is really dusty."

"Yeah, and I'm starting to get a sick feeling the further we go." Rocky said mostly to himself.

Rounding the corner ignoring a door at their right from when they'd entered the hall in the first place, they come to another door; double, dark blue green. Ignoring it, Rocky pressed on with Tum tum following. Colt held back long enough to inspect the door. He noticed a tiny little etching over the lock is a suit of armor. Damn this place is fancy. Shaking his head is disbelief at some peoples living-luck, he follows after his brothers.

Tum tum tapped his finger against a 2x4 piece of wood just sort of hanging out on a side table. Rocky turned the lock over to open access to wherever it lead, but he continued on by to the door at the very end of the hall. The way he saw it, they might as well start from the end and back. Turning the knob, he walks through the doorway with a careful eye. Waving an arm to signal his brothers in with him, he waits for them to pass before closing the door. It was better to have them shut so that nothing got the drop on them.

"Do you think everyone in this place has turned into one of those things?" Tum tum asks while looking over a chessboard, he picks up a funny looking whistle that was resting on it. Seemed he was developing a bit of thievery while being in this place as he can hardly keep his hands to himself. "Hey guys, look. A clip." He picks up the magazine of bullets holding it out for his brothers to see. "Do either of you want it?"

"Rocky should take it, he's lost more than me." Colt replied while heavily distracted looking over the items on the desk at the other side of the room. It would seem this room is a study of sorts. Over where his brothers are are two large bookshelves covered with books on this and that, but the theme of them seemed to be Botany. Colt backed off instantly, that's more Rocky's speed than his own.

As if telepathically, his brother moved to where he's standing to have a look at the book. Thumbing through the pages, he moves it away from his view when a few leaves came falling out of it and onto the circle pedistool table the book was set on. Watching his brother studying the book for the briefest second, Colt's attention honed in on an expensive looking gold lighter. Flipping it open then closed on repeat, he looks around the room a bit more.

Sniffing a blue herb, a red, then the green; Rocky sets them back down onto the table top. "Listen to this," He continued speaking when his brothers attention was on him. "its a book about healing herbs, and in the back are notes from whomever was reading up on it. They've been trying to create herbs that can act as medicine stronger than any pill on the market. Its organic remedies." Lifting the green one from the table, he says off-handedly. "they even smell good."

"Yeah but, you're not gonna eat that... Its experimental, right?"

"It was. They've perfected it; it says so right here." Holding up the red one next, Rocky adds almost in awe. "The red one doesn't do anything alone, but mixed with a green one it can be strong enough to seal a wound off completely. Its amazing!"

Tum tum smiled at his brother's nerd moment while eyeing a letter to someone named Timothy. It said that if he wanted the real key the dog on the upper balcony has it in his collar, and to blow the whistle to call the dog over. The one in the room is false, and placed their to keep intruders away. "I'm not sure this place is a home at all," He said.

But before he could go on, his words were startled silent as a loud bang popped into the other door in the room. The bang was loud and continuous. Whatever was out there, wanted in, badly.

"You don't think that...?" Colt took a step back.

The door creaked and the banging became a bit more erratic and all over the place. It would seem their attacker had a friend now. The door creaked again and the knob rattled.

"Run, run!" Rocky darted over to the door they'd come through in the first place, his brothers weren't far behind him. Re-entering the hall, they hurried through the door that Rocky had unlocked before they'd entered the other room.

It was like someone were playing a sick joke on them as they entered another stairwell, and seven feet ahead of them stand the zombies banging on the door of the room they'd only just left. The dead men's focus was honed as they hadn't yet noticed the 3, but the moment Tum Tum sucked in a breath it was like a switch had gone off and the two turned their way. Low scraping groans filled the air and the dead men came bustling their way. Would they ever get used to the frightening sight? These skinny sunken in things coming at their with hunger in their eyes, bad breath, parts of their body missing from where they've been partially eaten. Tum tum turned green when the tallest of the two slipped on its own intestines falling to the floor.

"Tum, get down." Rocky ordered. When the younger boy ducked down, Rocky fired off a round into the zombie that was still on his feet.

He fell with all his dead weight, the loud thump made louder by what sounded like a door closing to add to its noise. Fuck. Was there a hoard of them in this hall? They probably hear the commotion and wanna join the party. Where are they all coming from? The one on the floor is crawling towards Tum tum, gurgling on its own blood, chin thudding against the floor, fingers scraping, body slippery in its dark red mess.

Not to be left out, Colt fired into the head of the man on the floor; he took notice to how the other one hadn't gotten up and was bleeding out all over the place. 3 more were making their way around the corner up ahead!

"Rocky..." Colt alerted him.

"I see them-" Rocky yelped when a pair of bony hands grabbed him from behind. The grip squeezed like a vice; the nails went in so deep Rocky could swear the skin was going to break! "Colt, help!"

Having been firing at the three coming up the hall, Colt was surprised to hear his brother call for help- period. And he ignored the immediate danger ahead of them to see what was going on. His hazel eyes widen in terror seeing a bulbous-headed zombie dragging his brother into the hall. Dammit why hadn't they closed the door! Firing, the zombie staggered into the wall, winged by the bullet. Its cheek split open like a bag of chips torn open by an eager child looking to eat them. The zombie dropped Rocky to the floor, his blood drooled down over him. Colt missed the head so it was still moving, and searching for the dropped male, but instead went after Colt when his reaching hands could not find the blond.

Scared and enraged, Rocky got up from the floor, grabbing the man by the jaw and the top of its head giving it a quick twist to snap its neck. Head turned backwards the zombie's dry eyelids blinked one last time before it remained on the floor. Shaken, Rocky accepts Colt's help from the floor.

"I could use some help here!" A panicked Tum tum shouts over his shoulder before he starts to yell.

Entering the hall, Rocky and Colt spot the boy. He's speared all three of the zombies with the golden relic. It looks like a zombie kabob, only problem is the spear isn't all that long and the dead men are clawing at him, while swinging wildly which is staggering Tum tum to pop into the wall.

"Watch out." Said a woman's voice from behind the gruesome scene.

Colt and Rocky plaster themselves to the wall, and Tum tum releases his hold on the spear to back away as well. He moved just in time to avoid the scatter of a very loud gun going off. The three look down at the dropping bodies, two of the threes heads exploded. The man in front was simply crushed beneath the two shot, but still kicking. The woman stomped forward, her power showing through each move she made as she knelt down with a small silver flask. Dropping a little drip onto the pile up of zombies, she then struck a match dropping it onto the three.

The brothers watched, hypnotized by the flames that died out just as quickly as they'd engulfed the bodies.

Looking the three over, the woman says not a bit out of breath. "Come with me."

The three boys exchanged curious looks before following along after the gladiator. She took them downstairs; the brightly lit hall is illuminated mainly by the huge chandelier smack in the center between wall and stairs. Down they go, turning left at the landing. The woman walked them around the corner to a small room tucked beneath the stairs. Once they were all inside, the woman closed the door after them.

"Who are you three?" She asked sternly, her blue eyes looking them over.

"I'm Rocky, these are my brothers, Colt and Tum." He answered easily drinking her appearance in. She's young, not their age but not old enough to have age marks. Maybe 24 to 30. Brunette, short hair coming down just beneath her jaw. White. Definitely on a force judging by her clothing. Her vest reads: S.T.A.R.S. "Can I ask who you are?"

"I'm Jill Valentine with the STARS Bravo team." Jill noticed that the youngest had visibly relaxed. "My team has been sent here to check out this facility, but something went wrong."

"What went wrong?" As if Rocky had to ask.

"Facility?" Tum tum repeated. "I knew it. You guys, I read a letter that mentioned something about a false key made to keep intruders out."

"What?" Colt asked.

"Its true." Jill interrupted. "This mansion is a living space for a corporations workers. Umbrella."

"Umbrella." Tum tum repeated. "Where have I heard that before?"

"Emily." Rocky says softly, almost embarrassed. "She takes these diet pills that they make." Fear hit his next words as he asks. "But, they can't hurt her! I mean, I've found these plants upstairs and the notes in a botany book say that they're an organic healing remedy."

"That's true. Umbrella makes a lot of products organically," As she speaks she's eyeing their appearances and the guns in their young hands. "but our boss Wesker ordered us to come out here and check up on the disturbances that have been reported."

"What kind of disturbances?" Asks Colt with a grim expression.

"Its been on the news that bodies have been found around the Arklay mountains... the bodies were half eaten." The three exchange knowing looks with each other. "We've been asked by our boss to look into this place because its the only one around close enough the majority of the accidents. Wesker said Umbrella asked it of us through him; he's our team leader. We'd already sent out one team from our unit but they never reported in. Its been a month since they left, so we were sent out here to find out what happened on all fronts, but when got here we were attacked by these blood thirsty dogs."

"Yeah, we know 'em." Colt commented. "We were out here camping with our dad when we got attacked. We ran and ended up here."

"You haven't seen him have you?" Rocky asked. "He'd look like an older version of me?"

"I haven't seen anyone other than my partner Barry since we got in here. Wesker and my other teammate Chris got seperated from us. I've been looking for them when I ran into those things out there."

"So you're in the same boat that we are..." Rocky concluded.

"I might have a better advantage judging by the looks of you to me." Jill nodded at the blood soaked undershirt Rocky is sporting, along with the bandage. "At least you've got protection."

"Can you help us?" Tum tum asked tiredly.

"I've been doing what I can." Replied Jill sympathizing with the boy's weariness. "Honestly, I didn't even know that anyone aside from Barry and myself was alive here. I've been looking for Chris and Captain Wesker."

The 4 are silent drinking it all in.

"What can you tell us about this place?" Rocky asked.

"Its hell. That's as far as I know. I haven't got a clue yet as to what these things are doing here, or even how they got here." Jill answered softly. "I've been trying to find out, but a lot of the doors are locked."

"We found this key, it got us into the hall upstairs." Rocky held the gold key out to her.

"You keep it." She heard the unspoken offering. "If you're alright with doing it, you look for your father. I'm going outside to look around."

That seemed to dampen their moods, 3 sets of shoulders slump.

Frowning, Jill reached out and put a strong, reassuring hand on Rocky's shoulder. "We'll all get out of this, don't worry. I just need to find a more secure way." Reaching down at her leg, she hands him a walkie talkie. "Take this, we can keep in contact. This as well, it holds only two drops of kerocine but I've found that head shots and burning them keeps them down for good."

Colt takes the silver flask. Good thing he abducted the lighter from the desk in the office.

"If you'd like, there's a dressing room downstairs..." She hands over a small silver key with a black jewel set in the upper handle. "the room with the large statue in it. Its past the curtain right in front of you. You can change into something clean."

"Thank you." Rocky hung his head low though.

"I know you'll be ok. Just keep doors closed behind you, and lower your voices. I'm not sure how well they see but they're very good at hearing and sensing heat." She sighed. "As you saw they can't outright open a door, but if they slam into it hard enough anything will give way. I'll keep in touch." Jill said once more before walking out of them room.

There they stood. Alone again.