Disclaimer: I am a writer who wants to write about resident evil. I am not
selling this story. I don't own any of these characters. All of this stuff
belongs to Capcom. Just don't sue me or anything.
Author's note: Hi my name is Shawn. This is my 3rd Resident evil story: Resident Evil: The forgotten survivors Resident Evil Outtakes yeah Scary movie 3: Resident evil I'm going to try and stay as close to the story as possible, but I must add in more cursing. Yeah more cursing! Come on people we all know they would have cursed dozens of times in that game. If I messed up something or missed something tell me in your review. ENjoy.
Prologue
Alpha team is flying around the forest situated in northwest Raccoon forest but we are searching for the helicopter our compatriots Bravo team who disappeared in the middle of their mission. bizarre murders cases have recently occurred in Raccoon city. Their are outlandish reports of families being attacked by a group of about ten people. Victims were apparently eaten. Bravo team was sent in to investigate but.we lost contact.
Chap 1
July 24, 1998
A helicopter glides across the night sky. Inside six people can be seen. Chris Redfield, Jill Valentine, Barry Burton, Albert Wesker, Brad Vickers, And Joseph Frost.
"Have you found it yet," Brad said growing impatient.
This had been their fourth pass over the area and he really needed to take a piss.
"No not yet," Chris replied.
"Dammit," Brad thought to himself.
He scrunched up his nose and scratched the side of his face.
"Look Chris!" Jill suddenly exclaimed.
Chris nearly smashed his face into the glass of their port side window trying to take a look.
The spotlight swept over the ground below and froze on a small structure.
"That's bravo teams helicopter," Chris said.
"Are you sure?" Brad asked.
Chris could clearly see the S.T.A.R.S. logo on it's side.
Jill's eyes locked with Chris'
"I'll set her down it that clearing over there," Brad said.
The helicopter landed and everyone emerged except for brad who stayed behind to keep watch on the helicopter. There was a dense fog about.
Jill's boots pounded the soft dirt of Raccoon woods.
There were tree's all around as far as the eye could see through the fog. They approached the helicopter. It lay silent and abandoned. Joseph tied on his brownish red Durag then gripped the warm metal of his shotgun.
"Joseph check inside," Wesker ordered.
He motioned for Chris to open the door. Chris nodded. He placed his hands in the grip of the door and slid it open. Joseph climbed inside checking the corners. There was nothing.
"Look at that. The rotors are all bent to hell," Barry said resting a hand on the side of helicopter.
Joseph leaned over and peered into the cockpit. The stench of death hit him. Inside the pilot's seat lay the corpse of bravo team's helicopter pilot, Kevin Baker. His neck was ripped to shreds. His eyes lay open staring out in horror. There was a huge gash straight through his right one.
Something had clawed his face.
Joseph suddenly felt the pit of his stomach rise. He stumbled from the helicopter slipping to the soft forest floor. There was a slight thud as he did. He turned onto his knees while at the same time spewing vomit from his mouth. Chris knelt beside him.
"What is it?" he asked patting Joseph on his back as the rest of his lunch sloshed to the ground in orangish yellow chunks.
The sight of it made Jill look away. Captain Wesker climbed into the helicopter. Joseph's panicked screams could be heart from outside.
"Shit! Holy shit!"
Wesker peered into the pilot's seat. His facial expression didn't change even as he saw the body of the once glorified pilot. The foul stench of decay was overwhelming.
"Kevin," captain Wesker thought.
He turned and hopped out into the night air.
"Kevin's dead," Wesker announced calmly.
Chris found himself thinking why Wesker had sunglasses on in the middle of the night.
"What the fuck did that?" Joseph exclaimed.
He was shaking. Wesker looked up from his dark glossy shades and stared at him for a second.
"Possibly the cannibals," he answered vaguely.
Joseph shook his head. That was no human scratch mark.
"New plan," Wesker announced. "I want you to branch off and survey the area. There's only one body in there, which means the others are somewhere out there."
Jill checked the clip of her handgun. It was a S.T.A.R.S. special made hand gun that fired 9mm rounds.
"Okay we'll split up," Wesker said. "Jill you and Joseph go that way. Chris, Barry, and I will go this way. We'll curve around and meet each other a half a mile north."
Wesker pointed out each direction. Jill nodded.
"Watch yourself," Chris said to Jill.
"Okay," she replied.
Jill and Joseph began their search. There was the sudden crack of a twig. Jill froze up peering into the bush beside her. She could hear her heart beating. Joseph had continued on. Jill knelt closer to the bush. Out of it slithered the smooth green body of a snake.
Jill let out a momentary sigh of relief.
"You're stressing yourself out girl. It was nothing," She thought.
She stood up straight and looked forward hoping to see Joseph standing there looking confused as always, but instead he was gone.
A flash light swept over her. It startled her. She nearly fell over. It was Joseph.
He flashed her a look of concern. She forced a nervous smile and gave him a thumbs up.
"Pull yourself together," she thought.
Jill hated to admit it but she was a little scared. She had always been on top of things. She would just hold her ground and stand firm, but there was just something about these woods that was freaking her out. It wasn't the sudden disappearance of Bravo team, or even the discovery of Kevin's Dead body. No, there was something else contributing to that sick tightening feeling in her stomach.
Jill continued on. Joseph wasn't far behind her. There was a sudden faint growl. Joseph turned in its direction swiftly-gun pointed. He was still a little shaky from seeing the body of one of his good friends. He and Kevin had grown up together. It was eating away at him. (Nice play of words.)
Kevin was dead. That was something he just couldn't deal with. He winced as he peered into the Fog filled trees. There was nothing. Was he hearing things?
He slowly lowered his gun and took in a breath. He hadn't even noticed he had been holding it. There was a sudden patting sound. Ka da pah. Ka da pah.
"What the hell is that?" he thought.
He turned suddenly seeing what was running up to him. A small hound. It leapt into the air.
Joseph let out a terrified scream as if shot toward his throat.
He turned dodging. The hound's teeth snagged the side of his face instead ripping a chunk of his flesh off. His gun went off. More hounds appeared. He went to shoot them but the hound that had snagged his face latched on to his wrist.
He fired another shot missing the hound entirely. Another one sunk it's teeth into his right ankle. Causing him to collapse to the ground. The pains from his wounds were immense. They were all around him, biting and ripping his flesh.
Joseph let out a wail of pain.
"No! Get off of me! No! AHH!" he screamed.
The hounds ripped open his stomach and his words began to slur as blood filled his throat.
Jill fired her pistol. The shots were loud and defining. She shelled out shot after shot after shot but nothing even slightly fazed the blood thirsty hounds.
Jill continued to pull the trigger until she was out of ammo and the only sound that could be heard was the clicking of her empty service pistol and the sick sound of ripping flesh as the hounds devoured what was left of Joseph.
Her arms dropped to her sides. The hounds munched hungrily on Joseph's body. They were like walking corpses. Each had missing patches of skin and flesh themselves. One was missing an eye.
The one eyed hound turned it's snout to Jill, sucking the thick piece of muscle into its mouth, as it smelt the freshness of her body. She backed away in horror as the hound lunged forward.
The dog leapt into the air aiming for her throat as it had done Joseph before her. She tripped over the large root of a tree and fell backward falling on her behind. The hound's head exploded in front of her face sending a splash of blood to her cheek.
Jill stared in horror as its lifeless body hit the ground.
Chris quickly knelt beside her rapping an arm around her waist and helping her to her feet. She stared at Joseph's corpse as the three hounds that were left turned and met her gaze.
"Come on!" Chris exclaimed.
Jill turned and began sprinting in the opposite direction. Chris was right behind her. After a glance over his shoulder Chris sped up. The hounds were gaining on them.
The trees of Raccoon forest shot past as a blur. The only thoughts on each of their minds were. RUN RUN RUN! A huge beam of light swept over them. Their heads lifted to the sky at the familiar roar of their helicopter's engine.
"Hey! Brad!" Chris screamed.
The helicopter passed over them and kept going.
"Where the hell's he going?" Chris screamed.
He turned seeing the hounds right behind them. The lead hound leapt forward with tremendous speed and height.
Chris put up an arm to shield his face. The hounds head burst in front of him.
"Chris this way!" Wesker said appearing in the nick of time.
Jill took off in the direction Wesker pointed out. The others followed her. Another hound scrambled from the bushes. There were more coming. Barry turned shooting his Silver Serpent magnum. The bullet pierced the skull of the closet hound. Its body immediately dropped. The hound behind it hopped over it barley slowing down at all.
"Damn!" Barry yelled.
Chris could make out a structure up ahead. It was huge. He could see shutters and a balcony, And windows, yes widows. It was a mansion.
"Make for that mansion up ahead!" Chris announced turning and firing out another round at the growing group of hounds.
Jill looked up. She could see the two lights on each side of the mansion's double doors. She hopped up the mansions steps and reached for the knob. It turned! She opened the door and rushed inside. Barry and Wesker followed.
Jill could here the door slam shut. She rested her hands on her knees taking in deep breaths. She hadn't run like that since the RPD academy. Even then never that fast. She moved back a strand of her hair from her eye and glanced around.
The room was huge. There was a main staircase that separated into two small ones and lead of the second floor.
"What is this place?" Barry asked examining the old antique candle holder beside him.
"Not quite your ordinary house that's for sure," Wesker replied staring up at the cryptic painting of the grim reaper collecting souls that covered the ceiling of the room.
"Hey Wesker, where's Chris," Jill asked.
She went to open the door when Wesker stopped her.
"Jill no. You don't want to go back out there."
Jill turned slowly.
"But we've got to find—" she started. A loud gunshot Echoed from the next room. They all fell silent.
"What was that?" Barry asked.
"Chris?" Wesker asked.
"No!" Jill exclaimed.
"Jill go and investigate," Wesker ordered.
"I'm going with her," Barry suddenly said.
Wesker flashed him a weird look.
"Chris. . .and I go back a long way," Barry said despondently.
"All right you two go. I'll secure this area," Wesker said.
Barry and Jill nodded. They rushed over the huge set of double doors that lead into the next room.
"Stay sharp!" Wesker yelled to them.
Jill paused by the door as Barry stood with his gun drawn. He made a slight nodding motion for her to open the door. She did. Barry stormed in gun drawn. Jill followed behind. The room was kind of small in width yet that was made up in length.
There was a huge long table in the middle of the room. On it sat three candle holders. The flames danced majestically.
"A dinning room," Barry said lowering his gun.
He walked through the room. Jill glanced around then followed.
There were some plates on the table. A small crystal glass had been knocked over. Its contents was spread over the table. Red wine. It seemed as if someone was sitting down for dinner when something startled them.
Up against the wall was an old typewriter on a small desk. The ink ribbon was missing. Jill walked past it.
A sudden flash of the lightening from outside made her stop. The room lit up momentarily. The light bathed the walls in an eerie glow. She took in a deep breath. It seemed as if it was going to rain.
"I think you'd better take a look at this," Barry said knelling down in front of a raging fire place.
Jill slowly jogged over. There was a small puddle of red liquid on the floor.
"What is it?" she asked.
"Blood," Barry replied as if his deep powerful voice had suddenly gone weak.
Barry stood up. "Jill, see if you can find any other clues," he said scratching his head with his gun. "I just hope it's not Chris'"
He knelt back down as he saw a small tooth beside the puddle. He picked it up and studied it.
"Is this human," he thought to himself.
Jill stared at the thick puddle of blood for a moment. The sound of a nearby grandfather clock could be heard ticking.
TICK TOCK TICK TOCK.
She could see her reflection in it.
"Barry. . .?" she said.
Her voice fell silent. Barry felt the blood in between his fingers. It was still warm. Jill glanced above him. On the small ledge above the fireplace there were two small silver chalices and two candle holders. On the wall hung two long sharp swords. Below the swords indented in the wall was an emblem. Jill stepped through the door beside her. It shut behind. There was a thin hallway. The wallpaper was old and peeling.
There was a small light beside the door. It shinned dully. Jill went left. There was a flash of lightening from outside. The room lit up. There was a squishing sound as Jill stepped around the corner. There were two figures in the room. A man was leaning over a body. The man probably in his early forties ripped a hung chunk out of the other man's throat. The man, now covered in blood, let the body go. It dropped to the floor. Blood dripped from the man's mouth onto the other's face. Jill recognized the corpse.
Kenneth Baker, a member of Bravo team. She backed away in horror as the man turned to her. His face twisted into a horrible expression that sent chills down Jill's spine. Half of the man's mouth had rotted away. His teeth were rotten and jagged. One was missing. "He just ate Kenneth," she thought. Without even realizing, Jill turned and ran to the door. The knob wouldn't turn. It had gotten stuck. Jill pulled with all her might. It didn't budge. The man stumbled around the corner. He moaned loudly insane with hunger. It was just then Jill realized that she had to push the door not pull. (Dumbass)
She pushed the door open bursting into the other room.
"Barry!" she screamed.
"What is it?" Barry asked startled.
"Look out it's a monster!" Jill screamed.
Barry turned seeing the man stumbled towards him. "Let me take care of this," Barry said. He fired his magnum. The bullet pierced the man's chest. He kept coming.
"What the hell that was a clean shot," Barry thought to himself.
He fired again. This time the man collapsed to the floor.
"What the hell is this thing?" Barry asked nudging the body with his foot.
"I found this. . .thing eating Kenneth," Jill explained.
There was a crack of lightening from outside. "We better report this to Wesker." Barry nodded. Jill led the way through the dining room past the spilled wine and through to the double doors. She went to reach for the knob when she heard a loud moan from across the room. She turned quickly only to see the door at the end of the hall shut.
"What the fuck!" she thought to herself.
She opened the door and entered the main room. Wesker was gone. There was a flash of lightening and a crackle of thunder from outside.
"Wesker!" Barry shouted.
There was no reply. He turned to Jill.
"Jill help me look for him. Let's not leave this hall," he said.
"Good idea," Jill replied.
She walked forward listening to the hollow sounds her boots made on the marble floor. She stopped beside the staircase. From there she could clearly see a corridor behind it.
"Wesker," she said walking forward.
There was silence. She continued on down a small flight of stairs. There was a turn in the corridor. As she turned she could feel her heart beating.
"That thing ate Kenneth. Are there more? What happened to Wesker?" she thought.
She descended another small flight of stairs coming upon and iron gate. She peered inside. There was a long staircase leading down into the darkness. "Wesker," she called. There was no reply. Jill took in a deep breath. There was a sudden sound. It echoed up from deep down inside the staircase.
"MWOAWOOOOO!" Jill backed away from the gate. "What the hell was that," she said to herself. The sound died out. Jill continued on until she made her way back to the main room.
"Barry," she called a little shaken. Barry looked up.
"Any luck Jill?" he asked.
"No. Nothing" She replied. "What's going on around here? I can't figure it out."
"Same here," Barry replied.
He glanced down at the floor.
"Chris and now Wesker," Jill said.
"There's not much we can do. We can search for him separately," Barry suggested.
Jill thought about running into that thing again. What if Barry hadn't been there. .
. "I'll investigate the dinning room again," Barry said.
"Okay then I'll try the door on the other side." Jill agreed.
Barry let out a sigh as he noticed how huge the main room was.
"This mansion is gigantic. We could easily get lost. Lets start from the first floor," he suggested.
"Okay," Jill replied.
he turned to leave.
"Oh I almost forgot," Barry said.
Jill turned to him. He reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a small tool.
"It's a lock pick," he said. "I think you'll make better use of it."
Jill took the lock pick and stuffed it into her back pocket.
"Thanks I may need it," Jill replied.
"Listen, if something happens lets meet up in this main hall. Got it?" Barry cautioned.
Jill nodded. Barry turned and entered the dinning room. There was a bit of thunder from outside.
"Watch yourself Barry," Jill thought to herself.
She turned and headed for the set of double doors on the opposite side of the room when she heard a scratching sound on the main door. She stopped to listen for a moment.
"What is that?" she thought.
"Chris?" she said aloud.
The scratching turned into a small tapping. What if he was hurt and bleeding on the other side of the door?
She crept closer to it. There was a sudden loud crack of thunder from outside. The room lit up. Jill took in a deep breath. The tapping stopped when she reached the dingy red rug in front of the door. She slowly reached for the handle. There was an even bigger crash of thunder outside. She pushed the door open. There was a sudden growling sound. Her heart dropped when saw the hound leap from outside at her. She stumbled backwards.
The dog missed her, but it was now in the room. Before she could turn and get off a shot it was on top of her sinking its teeth into her wrist guard. She shook furiously knocking it off her.
The hound hit the floor. Jill scrambled to her feet and fired. The bullet pierced the dog's chest exiting and hitting the floor. The hound recovered and lunged at her again. She dodged to the side rolling. The hound quickly turned shooting at her. Jill pointed the gun straight at it and pulled the trigger. The dog let out a howl and collapsed to the floor. Jill froze taking in shallow breaths of air. A thick puddle of blood spread out from the corpse of the dog.
She slowly walked towards it-gun pointed-arms shaking. With her right foot she nudged it. Nothing. It didn't so much as flinch. Her last shot had pierced it's right eye. She felt her wrist checking for any marks. None. Her wrist guard had protected her. The hound's body was old and decaying. It ribs shown bare and bloody. Part of it's right leg was missing. "What is this. . .some kind of zombie dog?" She thought. Jill cautiously stepped past the hound towards the double doors opposite the dinning room. Her mind began to wonder. What other kinds of weird shit are in this house? Are there more of these things? She turned the knob and pushed open the door. The next room was dark and gloomy. There were pictures hung on each side of the wall.
In the middle of the room sat a huge statue of a woman drawing water. Overhead there was a small set off lights shinning down on two paintings. Most of the lights had gone out only two were still on. Jill walked slowly towards the back of the room. There was a small corridor with a chest in front of it. She holstered her gun and pushed the chest aside. Afterwards she redrew her gone and crept inside. Her boots made a weird sound on the old brittle carpet below her. On the sides of the walls there were pieces of furniture covered in old nasty drapes.
She continued on around a small turn as she came upon an old eerie picture of the mansion. It was in black and white. The mansion looked dark and evil. She came upon a small spotlight. It shinned straight forward upon a shelf at the end of the corridor. Jill looked down at the weird shadow it made of her. There was a lot of stuff piled up at the end of the corridor. A set of old antique plates, two globes covered in old bed sheets and a few paintings. A piece of metal caught her eye.
She reached out and picked it up. It was a small dagger about 8 or 9 inches or so. She lifted it up in the light to get a better look. Its handle was made out of a rusting iron so was it's blade. Being the pack rat she was Jill strapped in to her side. She always felt that things might come in handy so she never threw stuff out. Her closet at home was full of junk. Old shoes and dresses that she hadn't worn in months. Jill turned and walked towards the spotlight. She found herself staring at her shadow again. Her eyes followed the carpet until they landed on a pair of old penny loafers. There were feet in them. She lifted her head up tracing two legs up, then the torso until her eyes landed on the face of the man before her. Half of his head was missing. Blood dripping from his mouth as he reached out to grab her. The smell of decay filled Jill's nostrils as she backed away in horror.
His one eye was filled with an insane look of hunger. Jill stumbled to the floor. She scrambled back to her feet backing up until her body hit the hard wood of the shelf behind her. The zombie had her cornered. She remembered the dagger and griped in her hand. The man rapped his arms around her. Raising his head to take a bite out of her neck. Jill gripped the metal handle of the dagger and rammed it into the side of the man's head. Its grip loosened and she pushed it to the floor. The next command that entered her head was RUN. She hopped over the man's body. Out the corner of her eye she could see him getting up.
"But how?" She thought.
Out of the corridor she ran into the room with the statue. Her eyes landed upon the small chest. She pushed it in front of the door blocking the zombie in. The man stumbled out of the darkness of the corridor. He let out a terrifying moan. Jill aimed her gun and blew the man's head off. The body dropped sprawled upon the chest. Blood dripped down from the zombies head onto the floor.
"Shit!" Jill screamed aloud. Her heart was racing. She could feel herself shaking uncontrollably. She took in a deep breath.
"Calm down," she said aloud. "Just calm. . ." It wasn't working. "Shit!" she screamed again.
She ran towards threw the double doors and out into the main room. She continued on past the corpse of the dead hound into the dining room. Three words kept repeating themselves in her mind
"What the fuck!"
She entered the dining room and nearly ran into the table. Her eyes landed upon the old typewriter.
WILL YOU SAVE YOUR PROGRESS?
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Author's note: Hi my name is Shawn. This is my 3rd Resident evil story: Resident Evil: The forgotten survivors Resident Evil Outtakes yeah Scary movie 3: Resident evil I'm going to try and stay as close to the story as possible, but I must add in more cursing. Yeah more cursing! Come on people we all know they would have cursed dozens of times in that game. If I messed up something or missed something tell me in your review. ENjoy.
Prologue
Alpha team is flying around the forest situated in northwest Raccoon forest but we are searching for the helicopter our compatriots Bravo team who disappeared in the middle of their mission. bizarre murders cases have recently occurred in Raccoon city. Their are outlandish reports of families being attacked by a group of about ten people. Victims were apparently eaten. Bravo team was sent in to investigate but.we lost contact.
Chap 1
July 24, 1998
A helicopter glides across the night sky. Inside six people can be seen. Chris Redfield, Jill Valentine, Barry Burton, Albert Wesker, Brad Vickers, And Joseph Frost.
"Have you found it yet," Brad said growing impatient.
This had been their fourth pass over the area and he really needed to take a piss.
"No not yet," Chris replied.
"Dammit," Brad thought to himself.
He scrunched up his nose and scratched the side of his face.
"Look Chris!" Jill suddenly exclaimed.
Chris nearly smashed his face into the glass of their port side window trying to take a look.
The spotlight swept over the ground below and froze on a small structure.
"That's bravo teams helicopter," Chris said.
"Are you sure?" Brad asked.
Chris could clearly see the S.T.A.R.S. logo on it's side.
Jill's eyes locked with Chris'
"I'll set her down it that clearing over there," Brad said.
The helicopter landed and everyone emerged except for brad who stayed behind to keep watch on the helicopter. There was a dense fog about.
Jill's boots pounded the soft dirt of Raccoon woods.
There were tree's all around as far as the eye could see through the fog. They approached the helicopter. It lay silent and abandoned. Joseph tied on his brownish red Durag then gripped the warm metal of his shotgun.
"Joseph check inside," Wesker ordered.
He motioned for Chris to open the door. Chris nodded. He placed his hands in the grip of the door and slid it open. Joseph climbed inside checking the corners. There was nothing.
"Look at that. The rotors are all bent to hell," Barry said resting a hand on the side of helicopter.
Joseph leaned over and peered into the cockpit. The stench of death hit him. Inside the pilot's seat lay the corpse of bravo team's helicopter pilot, Kevin Baker. His neck was ripped to shreds. His eyes lay open staring out in horror. There was a huge gash straight through his right one.
Something had clawed his face.
Joseph suddenly felt the pit of his stomach rise. He stumbled from the helicopter slipping to the soft forest floor. There was a slight thud as he did. He turned onto his knees while at the same time spewing vomit from his mouth. Chris knelt beside him.
"What is it?" he asked patting Joseph on his back as the rest of his lunch sloshed to the ground in orangish yellow chunks.
The sight of it made Jill look away. Captain Wesker climbed into the helicopter. Joseph's panicked screams could be heart from outside.
"Shit! Holy shit!"
Wesker peered into the pilot's seat. His facial expression didn't change even as he saw the body of the once glorified pilot. The foul stench of decay was overwhelming.
"Kevin," captain Wesker thought.
He turned and hopped out into the night air.
"Kevin's dead," Wesker announced calmly.
Chris found himself thinking why Wesker had sunglasses on in the middle of the night.
"What the fuck did that?" Joseph exclaimed.
He was shaking. Wesker looked up from his dark glossy shades and stared at him for a second.
"Possibly the cannibals," he answered vaguely.
Joseph shook his head. That was no human scratch mark.
"New plan," Wesker announced. "I want you to branch off and survey the area. There's only one body in there, which means the others are somewhere out there."
Jill checked the clip of her handgun. It was a S.T.A.R.S. special made hand gun that fired 9mm rounds.
"Okay we'll split up," Wesker said. "Jill you and Joseph go that way. Chris, Barry, and I will go this way. We'll curve around and meet each other a half a mile north."
Wesker pointed out each direction. Jill nodded.
"Watch yourself," Chris said to Jill.
"Okay," she replied.
Jill and Joseph began their search. There was the sudden crack of a twig. Jill froze up peering into the bush beside her. She could hear her heart beating. Joseph had continued on. Jill knelt closer to the bush. Out of it slithered the smooth green body of a snake.
Jill let out a momentary sigh of relief.
"You're stressing yourself out girl. It was nothing," She thought.
She stood up straight and looked forward hoping to see Joseph standing there looking confused as always, but instead he was gone.
A flash light swept over her. It startled her. She nearly fell over. It was Joseph.
He flashed her a look of concern. She forced a nervous smile and gave him a thumbs up.
"Pull yourself together," she thought.
Jill hated to admit it but she was a little scared. She had always been on top of things. She would just hold her ground and stand firm, but there was just something about these woods that was freaking her out. It wasn't the sudden disappearance of Bravo team, or even the discovery of Kevin's Dead body. No, there was something else contributing to that sick tightening feeling in her stomach.
Jill continued on. Joseph wasn't far behind her. There was a sudden faint growl. Joseph turned in its direction swiftly-gun pointed. He was still a little shaky from seeing the body of one of his good friends. He and Kevin had grown up together. It was eating away at him. (Nice play of words.)
Kevin was dead. That was something he just couldn't deal with. He winced as he peered into the Fog filled trees. There was nothing. Was he hearing things?
He slowly lowered his gun and took in a breath. He hadn't even noticed he had been holding it. There was a sudden patting sound. Ka da pah. Ka da pah.
"What the hell is that?" he thought.
He turned suddenly seeing what was running up to him. A small hound. It leapt into the air.
Joseph let out a terrified scream as if shot toward his throat.
He turned dodging. The hound's teeth snagged the side of his face instead ripping a chunk of his flesh off. His gun went off. More hounds appeared. He went to shoot them but the hound that had snagged his face latched on to his wrist.
He fired another shot missing the hound entirely. Another one sunk it's teeth into his right ankle. Causing him to collapse to the ground. The pains from his wounds were immense. They were all around him, biting and ripping his flesh.
Joseph let out a wail of pain.
"No! Get off of me! No! AHH!" he screamed.
The hounds ripped open his stomach and his words began to slur as blood filled his throat.
Jill fired her pistol. The shots were loud and defining. She shelled out shot after shot after shot but nothing even slightly fazed the blood thirsty hounds.
Jill continued to pull the trigger until she was out of ammo and the only sound that could be heard was the clicking of her empty service pistol and the sick sound of ripping flesh as the hounds devoured what was left of Joseph.
Her arms dropped to her sides. The hounds munched hungrily on Joseph's body. They were like walking corpses. Each had missing patches of skin and flesh themselves. One was missing an eye.
The one eyed hound turned it's snout to Jill, sucking the thick piece of muscle into its mouth, as it smelt the freshness of her body. She backed away in horror as the hound lunged forward.
The dog leapt into the air aiming for her throat as it had done Joseph before her. She tripped over the large root of a tree and fell backward falling on her behind. The hound's head exploded in front of her face sending a splash of blood to her cheek.
Jill stared in horror as its lifeless body hit the ground.
Chris quickly knelt beside her rapping an arm around her waist and helping her to her feet. She stared at Joseph's corpse as the three hounds that were left turned and met her gaze.
"Come on!" Chris exclaimed.
Jill turned and began sprinting in the opposite direction. Chris was right behind her. After a glance over his shoulder Chris sped up. The hounds were gaining on them.
The trees of Raccoon forest shot past as a blur. The only thoughts on each of their minds were. RUN RUN RUN! A huge beam of light swept over them. Their heads lifted to the sky at the familiar roar of their helicopter's engine.
"Hey! Brad!" Chris screamed.
The helicopter passed over them and kept going.
"Where the hell's he going?" Chris screamed.
He turned seeing the hounds right behind them. The lead hound leapt forward with tremendous speed and height.
Chris put up an arm to shield his face. The hounds head burst in front of him.
"Chris this way!" Wesker said appearing in the nick of time.
Jill took off in the direction Wesker pointed out. The others followed her. Another hound scrambled from the bushes. There were more coming. Barry turned shooting his Silver Serpent magnum. The bullet pierced the skull of the closet hound. Its body immediately dropped. The hound behind it hopped over it barley slowing down at all.
"Damn!" Barry yelled.
Chris could make out a structure up ahead. It was huge. He could see shutters and a balcony, And windows, yes widows. It was a mansion.
"Make for that mansion up ahead!" Chris announced turning and firing out another round at the growing group of hounds.
Jill looked up. She could see the two lights on each side of the mansion's double doors. She hopped up the mansions steps and reached for the knob. It turned! She opened the door and rushed inside. Barry and Wesker followed.
Jill could here the door slam shut. She rested her hands on her knees taking in deep breaths. She hadn't run like that since the RPD academy. Even then never that fast. She moved back a strand of her hair from her eye and glanced around.
The room was huge. There was a main staircase that separated into two small ones and lead of the second floor.
"What is this place?" Barry asked examining the old antique candle holder beside him.
"Not quite your ordinary house that's for sure," Wesker replied staring up at the cryptic painting of the grim reaper collecting souls that covered the ceiling of the room.
"Hey Wesker, where's Chris," Jill asked.
She went to open the door when Wesker stopped her.
"Jill no. You don't want to go back out there."
Jill turned slowly.
"But we've got to find—" she started. A loud gunshot Echoed from the next room. They all fell silent.
"What was that?" Barry asked.
"Chris?" Wesker asked.
"No!" Jill exclaimed.
"Jill go and investigate," Wesker ordered.
"I'm going with her," Barry suddenly said.
Wesker flashed him a weird look.
"Chris. . .and I go back a long way," Barry said despondently.
"All right you two go. I'll secure this area," Wesker said.
Barry and Jill nodded. They rushed over the huge set of double doors that lead into the next room.
"Stay sharp!" Wesker yelled to them.
Jill paused by the door as Barry stood with his gun drawn. He made a slight nodding motion for her to open the door. She did. Barry stormed in gun drawn. Jill followed behind. The room was kind of small in width yet that was made up in length.
There was a huge long table in the middle of the room. On it sat three candle holders. The flames danced majestically.
"A dinning room," Barry said lowering his gun.
He walked through the room. Jill glanced around then followed.
There were some plates on the table. A small crystal glass had been knocked over. Its contents was spread over the table. Red wine. It seemed as if someone was sitting down for dinner when something startled them.
Up against the wall was an old typewriter on a small desk. The ink ribbon was missing. Jill walked past it.
A sudden flash of the lightening from outside made her stop. The room lit up momentarily. The light bathed the walls in an eerie glow. She took in a deep breath. It seemed as if it was going to rain.
"I think you'd better take a look at this," Barry said knelling down in front of a raging fire place.
Jill slowly jogged over. There was a small puddle of red liquid on the floor.
"What is it?" she asked.
"Blood," Barry replied as if his deep powerful voice had suddenly gone weak.
Barry stood up. "Jill, see if you can find any other clues," he said scratching his head with his gun. "I just hope it's not Chris'"
He knelt back down as he saw a small tooth beside the puddle. He picked it up and studied it.
"Is this human," he thought to himself.
Jill stared at the thick puddle of blood for a moment. The sound of a nearby grandfather clock could be heard ticking.
TICK TOCK TICK TOCK.
She could see her reflection in it.
"Barry. . .?" she said.
Her voice fell silent. Barry felt the blood in between his fingers. It was still warm. Jill glanced above him. On the small ledge above the fireplace there were two small silver chalices and two candle holders. On the wall hung two long sharp swords. Below the swords indented in the wall was an emblem. Jill stepped through the door beside her. It shut behind. There was a thin hallway. The wallpaper was old and peeling.
There was a small light beside the door. It shinned dully. Jill went left. There was a flash of lightening from outside. The room lit up. There was a squishing sound as Jill stepped around the corner. There were two figures in the room. A man was leaning over a body. The man probably in his early forties ripped a hung chunk out of the other man's throat. The man, now covered in blood, let the body go. It dropped to the floor. Blood dripped from the man's mouth onto the other's face. Jill recognized the corpse.
Kenneth Baker, a member of Bravo team. She backed away in horror as the man turned to her. His face twisted into a horrible expression that sent chills down Jill's spine. Half of the man's mouth had rotted away. His teeth were rotten and jagged. One was missing. "He just ate Kenneth," she thought. Without even realizing, Jill turned and ran to the door. The knob wouldn't turn. It had gotten stuck. Jill pulled with all her might. It didn't budge. The man stumbled around the corner. He moaned loudly insane with hunger. It was just then Jill realized that she had to push the door not pull. (Dumbass)
She pushed the door open bursting into the other room.
"Barry!" she screamed.
"What is it?" Barry asked startled.
"Look out it's a monster!" Jill screamed.
Barry turned seeing the man stumbled towards him. "Let me take care of this," Barry said. He fired his magnum. The bullet pierced the man's chest. He kept coming.
"What the hell that was a clean shot," Barry thought to himself.
He fired again. This time the man collapsed to the floor.
"What the hell is this thing?" Barry asked nudging the body with his foot.
"I found this. . .thing eating Kenneth," Jill explained.
There was a crack of lightening from outside. "We better report this to Wesker." Barry nodded. Jill led the way through the dining room past the spilled wine and through to the double doors. She went to reach for the knob when she heard a loud moan from across the room. She turned quickly only to see the door at the end of the hall shut.
"What the fuck!" she thought to herself.
She opened the door and entered the main room. Wesker was gone. There was a flash of lightening and a crackle of thunder from outside.
"Wesker!" Barry shouted.
There was no reply. He turned to Jill.
"Jill help me look for him. Let's not leave this hall," he said.
"Good idea," Jill replied.
She walked forward listening to the hollow sounds her boots made on the marble floor. She stopped beside the staircase. From there she could clearly see a corridor behind it.
"Wesker," she said walking forward.
There was silence. She continued on down a small flight of stairs. There was a turn in the corridor. As she turned she could feel her heart beating.
"That thing ate Kenneth. Are there more? What happened to Wesker?" she thought.
She descended another small flight of stairs coming upon and iron gate. She peered inside. There was a long staircase leading down into the darkness. "Wesker," she called. There was no reply. Jill took in a deep breath. There was a sudden sound. It echoed up from deep down inside the staircase.
"MWOAWOOOOO!" Jill backed away from the gate. "What the hell was that," she said to herself. The sound died out. Jill continued on until she made her way back to the main room.
"Barry," she called a little shaken. Barry looked up.
"Any luck Jill?" he asked.
"No. Nothing" She replied. "What's going on around here? I can't figure it out."
"Same here," Barry replied.
He glanced down at the floor.
"Chris and now Wesker," Jill said.
"There's not much we can do. We can search for him separately," Barry suggested.
Jill thought about running into that thing again. What if Barry hadn't been there. .
. "I'll investigate the dinning room again," Barry said.
"Okay then I'll try the door on the other side." Jill agreed.
Barry let out a sigh as he noticed how huge the main room was.
"This mansion is gigantic. We could easily get lost. Lets start from the first floor," he suggested.
"Okay," Jill replied.
he turned to leave.
"Oh I almost forgot," Barry said.
Jill turned to him. He reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a small tool.
"It's a lock pick," he said. "I think you'll make better use of it."
Jill took the lock pick and stuffed it into her back pocket.
"Thanks I may need it," Jill replied.
"Listen, if something happens lets meet up in this main hall. Got it?" Barry cautioned.
Jill nodded. Barry turned and entered the dinning room. There was a bit of thunder from outside.
"Watch yourself Barry," Jill thought to herself.
She turned and headed for the set of double doors on the opposite side of the room when she heard a scratching sound on the main door. She stopped to listen for a moment.
"What is that?" she thought.
"Chris?" she said aloud.
The scratching turned into a small tapping. What if he was hurt and bleeding on the other side of the door?
She crept closer to it. There was a sudden loud crack of thunder from outside. The room lit up. Jill took in a deep breath. The tapping stopped when she reached the dingy red rug in front of the door. She slowly reached for the handle. There was an even bigger crash of thunder outside. She pushed the door open. There was a sudden growling sound. Her heart dropped when saw the hound leap from outside at her. She stumbled backwards.
The dog missed her, but it was now in the room. Before she could turn and get off a shot it was on top of her sinking its teeth into her wrist guard. She shook furiously knocking it off her.
The hound hit the floor. Jill scrambled to her feet and fired. The bullet pierced the dog's chest exiting and hitting the floor. The hound recovered and lunged at her again. She dodged to the side rolling. The hound quickly turned shooting at her. Jill pointed the gun straight at it and pulled the trigger. The dog let out a howl and collapsed to the floor. Jill froze taking in shallow breaths of air. A thick puddle of blood spread out from the corpse of the dog.
She slowly walked towards it-gun pointed-arms shaking. With her right foot she nudged it. Nothing. It didn't so much as flinch. Her last shot had pierced it's right eye. She felt her wrist checking for any marks. None. Her wrist guard had protected her. The hound's body was old and decaying. It ribs shown bare and bloody. Part of it's right leg was missing. "What is this. . .some kind of zombie dog?" She thought. Jill cautiously stepped past the hound towards the double doors opposite the dinning room. Her mind began to wonder. What other kinds of weird shit are in this house? Are there more of these things? She turned the knob and pushed open the door. The next room was dark and gloomy. There were pictures hung on each side of the wall.
In the middle of the room sat a huge statue of a woman drawing water. Overhead there was a small set off lights shinning down on two paintings. Most of the lights had gone out only two were still on. Jill walked slowly towards the back of the room. There was a small corridor with a chest in front of it. She holstered her gun and pushed the chest aside. Afterwards she redrew her gone and crept inside. Her boots made a weird sound on the old brittle carpet below her. On the sides of the walls there were pieces of furniture covered in old nasty drapes.
She continued on around a small turn as she came upon an old eerie picture of the mansion. It was in black and white. The mansion looked dark and evil. She came upon a small spotlight. It shinned straight forward upon a shelf at the end of the corridor. Jill looked down at the weird shadow it made of her. There was a lot of stuff piled up at the end of the corridor. A set of old antique plates, two globes covered in old bed sheets and a few paintings. A piece of metal caught her eye.
She reached out and picked it up. It was a small dagger about 8 or 9 inches or so. She lifted it up in the light to get a better look. Its handle was made out of a rusting iron so was it's blade. Being the pack rat she was Jill strapped in to her side. She always felt that things might come in handy so she never threw stuff out. Her closet at home was full of junk. Old shoes and dresses that she hadn't worn in months. Jill turned and walked towards the spotlight. She found herself staring at her shadow again. Her eyes followed the carpet until they landed on a pair of old penny loafers. There were feet in them. She lifted her head up tracing two legs up, then the torso until her eyes landed on the face of the man before her. Half of his head was missing. Blood dripping from his mouth as he reached out to grab her. The smell of decay filled Jill's nostrils as she backed away in horror.
His one eye was filled with an insane look of hunger. Jill stumbled to the floor. She scrambled back to her feet backing up until her body hit the hard wood of the shelf behind her. The zombie had her cornered. She remembered the dagger and griped in her hand. The man rapped his arms around her. Raising his head to take a bite out of her neck. Jill gripped the metal handle of the dagger and rammed it into the side of the man's head. Its grip loosened and she pushed it to the floor. The next command that entered her head was RUN. She hopped over the man's body. Out the corner of her eye she could see him getting up.
"But how?" She thought.
Out of the corridor she ran into the room with the statue. Her eyes landed upon the small chest. She pushed it in front of the door blocking the zombie in. The man stumbled out of the darkness of the corridor. He let out a terrifying moan. Jill aimed her gun and blew the man's head off. The body dropped sprawled upon the chest. Blood dripped down from the zombies head onto the floor.
"Shit!" Jill screamed aloud. Her heart was racing. She could feel herself shaking uncontrollably. She took in a deep breath.
"Calm down," she said aloud. "Just calm. . ." It wasn't working. "Shit!" she screamed again.
She ran towards threw the double doors and out into the main room. She continued on past the corpse of the dead hound into the dining room. Three words kept repeating themselves in her mind
"What the fuck!"
She entered the dining room and nearly ran into the table. Her eyes landed upon the old typewriter.
WILL YOU SAVE YOUR PROGRESS?
Well that's the end of chap 1 if you liked it give me a hell yeah. In order to continue you must save your progress. Drop me a Review. If I missed anything let me know. Note: in your review if you want more save your progress.
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