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A NIGHT OUT AT SPENCER ESTATE
CHAPTER 4
Once again we return to the world of survival horror. Most of which is coming from Jill's unfortunate pairing with Barry and Chris' tragic teamup with Rebecca. As the story unfolds once more we find that Jill and Barry have stumbled upon yet another mysterious room.
"What is this?"
Jill turned red in the face and reach for her gun. "You stupid goddamned…" Then she noticed a set of papers in Barry's hand. She chewed back her anger if only momentarily
"Barry what have you got there?"
"A Report." Barry scrounged up his face as he flipped through the pages.
"hmmm… MMmm Hmmmm…. Very interesting…"
Jill, was even more curious now. "Well? What does it say? What's in it?"
Barry quickly shut the report, his face turning beat red. "Uh, papers with writing on them."
Jill was once more beginning to become annoyed. " Look this isn't funny. What does it say?"
"Uh, a bunch of English letters with the title J.D. virus?"
Jill was now completely out of patience. "YOU STUPID MOTHERLESS FUCK! WHAT DO THE FUCKING PAPERS SAY BARRY!!"
"Uh, some stuff about, uh, I think, zombies or something."
"AND WHAT DO THEY SAY ABOUT ZOMBIES YOU STUPID ASSHOLE?"
He began to look up at the ceiling, nervously twitching his fingers. "Ummm, uh. . .Some pretty deep stuff. Sounds like important stuff too."
Jill messaged her temples rythmically then once again trained her eyes on Barry, this time talking to him as a mother would talk to a 3 year old child. " Listen…just pull the papers out… and fucking read them… to me… you fucking… waste… of sperm!"
Barry began to sweat profusely now. "well I don't know Jill… It's pretty gorey stuff…"
"BARRY!!!! HOLY FUCKING HELL!!!!!! JUST READ THE GODDAMNED REPORT YOU FUCKING BEARDED APE!"
Barry hesitantly pulled out the report then open it up to the first page.
"…A- as… of now, ow…ou…our?…our an-ana- anal? no analysis… analysis is gu goo going…. Hmm… v…vvveee….hmmmm…. Wow this is some technical shit here!"
Jill sighed in patent disgust. "Let me guess,… You can't read can you?"
Barry lowered his head in shame.
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Chris continued roaming aimlessly across the hallways of the mansion desperately trying to seek solace from the horrendous blaring noises that continued to emminate from the piano room. Wiping his ears anxiously of the blood that continued to pour from them, he staggered around the next corner still clinging to his desperate hope of finding the toilet paper. Suddenly he heard a strange noise.
CRUNCH… CRUNCH… CRUNCH…
"What the hell?"
MMMMRRUUUUU….
Chris quickly looked around the corner and saw a zombie violently ripping the innards out of the body of one of his old dead S.T.A.R.S comrades.
Chris was hysterical with rage at the ghastly sight. "You bastard!"
He quickly pulled out his 9 mm handgun and prepared to fire when suddenly.
"Oh thank god! You're human right? Thank goodness!"
Chris was completely taken aback. "What the fuck?"
"I've been trapped here for months! I'm so glad someone's finally come to save me! You don't know what kinds of horrors I've had to endure while trapped in this dreaded place. I was forced to eat this man or face starvation!"
Chris looked to the side and saw a basket of apples nearby. "Uhh… dude there's food right next to you…"
"Oh there is?? Oh thank god!"
The man rushed over to the apples and began eating them rapaciously.
"Hmm you know it just doesn't taste the same anymore… Once you go human you can never go back."
Chris was mortified by the very sight of the man. "What he hell is wrong with you!?… N- NO NO STOP BITING HIS ARM! LET GO! LET GO DAMNIT!"
Chris yanked the man away violently. "Get a hold of yourself! What's gotten into you?"
"Oh nothing! Ever since I was attacked and wounded by one of those zombies I just digested some of those magical leaves over there and everything became just fine."
"Magical leaves?"
"Yeah man! They've got the power to heal any wounds!"
Chris thought about that for a moment then remembered his bleeding ears. Being practical, Chris didn't want to walk around the mansion leaving his blood everywhere he went. Thus, seeing a great opportunity staring him right in the face Chris made up his mind. "Why the hell not. Hey fork over some of those magical leaves of yours why don't cha?"
The man glared at him suspiciously. "You don't know shit about the sacred herbs! You're not WORTHY!"
"What the hell?? Well this 9mm gun here says I'm worthy enough! What do you think?"
"Uhh… I think the herbs have just declared you worthy."
"That's all I needed to hear. Light it up pops."
::::::::::To Be Continued::::::::::
Author's note: Ok I know what you're all thinking! What?? That's it??? Sorry about the shortness of this chapter and the huge time gap but I've been really cranking it with finals so I'm afraid I won't be able to extend the chapter any further then this for the time being but I hope to make the next chapter out soon. Oh and I haven't forgotten about Wesker. The person behind the door will be revealed shortly. Thanks for reading and sorry about the huge time delay.