Chap 2

Jill wiped a bead of sweat of her forehead. After taking in a deep breath she continued forward towards the door at the end of the dining room. The clock ticked loudly. TICK TOCK. She reached the door and opened it slowly. The crackling of the fireplace could be heard behind her. She peered inside. There was nothing but the empty hallway. She stepped inside and looked around wearily. There was flash of lightening from outside. A bit of the light shinned in through a window down the hall bathing a figure in a bluish white. It was the zombie from before. The one that had eaten Kenneth. It wasn't dead. But how? A low moan escaped it's mouth. Jill backed down the hall away from it. It didn't advance. It just stood there staring with it's white filmy eyes. Jill turned seeing Kenneth's body. The carpet was soaked with blood. Kenneth's knee lay propped up against a small chair. "Oh Kenneth," Jill thought to herself. She hadn't really known Kenneth. He had tried to hit on her once. She pictured the cocky look on his face as he asked for her number. He was kinda cute, but arrogant. She didn't like arrogant men. Jill bent down examining the huge rip in his neck. The smell of blood wasn't something you forgot easily. His camera had been crushed. She reached into his recorder and retrieved his tape. There was no way to see it without a video player. She stuffed the tape into the pocket on her right thigh. She went to stand up but stopped. He looked as if he was sleeping peacefully. She felt sorry for him. Maybe she should have gave him a chance. Suddenly his eyes shot open. His hand sprang around her neck. Jill let out a panicked shout. Kenneth looked crazed. He squeezed her neck moaning loudly. Jill fired a shot into his head and fell backwards onto the carpet. She scrambled to her feet. There was a flash of lightening from outside. The low moan of the other zombie drifted over the silence. Her heart sped up. She took in a deep breath. Once again it had no calming affect. With great caution she stepped past Kenneth's body. Further past him there was another door. She turned the knob and opened it. Cautiously, she checked the dark corners of the next hallway for a second then stepped forward. She looked down at her skin bathed in moonlight from a nearby window. Up ahead she could see a splash of light. She turned a corner. There was a small room ahead. The light swayed along the walls. She walked into the room. There was a big bird cage at it's entrance sitting on a small table caked with dust. Inside of the cage lay a dead raven. Maggots clung to it's body. Jill noticed something else. There was a clip on the table beside the cage. One of bravo team's members must have left it behind. She picked it up and put it in her side pocket. The light in the middle of the room swung silently from side to side eerily. It didn't so much as squeak. Jill turned seeing a corpse against the wall. It was that of a young man. He was not a member of bravo team. He must have been one of the mansion's inhabitants. He was dressed in a small tank top and jeans. It looked like it had been an instant death. His throat was slit from ear to ear. The wound was jagged. That had been no knife that did that. "What the hell happened in this mansion," Jill thought to herself. At the other end of the room was a staircase leading upwards along the walls. Next to the foot of the step she spotted two green herbs in small pots. She ran to them and began picking the leaves off and stuffing them in her side pouch. The green herbs around the Raccoon City region where very medicinal. They could be used to clean and heal small wounds. Her mother used to grow them in her yard. She used them for cuts and bruises her and her brother used to accumulate. Jill remembered how the pain would go away and the soothing feeling would set in after her mother applied it. She climbed up the stairs to the second floor. There was a small hallway with a door at the end of it. Jill slowly opened the door and stepped inside. She immediately noticed the body laying just a few feet in front of her. There were no electric lights in this hallway. Just a oil lamp. It burned brightly casting the room in a heavy reddish orange glow. There were two herbs beside the body. Jill decided to come back and get those later. A moan could be hear from the adjacent hallway. Jill gripped her gun tightly. She walked towards the sound. This time she was not running. She crept past an old dusty mirror. Her reflection showed in it. She continued on around a corner. The moan rose in the air again. MWOAA. She turned seeing the zombie standing there. It was a man probably in his late forties or so. He was partially bald. His vest fitted tight over his stout body. He didn't move. Jill began to back up. She wanted some room before she got it's attention. It suddenly saw her. The man staggered forward. She raised the gun and fired. The bullet struck his chest. It phased him for a second but then he kept coming. She fire more shots until he collapsed before her. She stepped over it and continued down the hallway. On each side of her. There were spears lined in a row. Sort of a collection. Ahead she saw a statue and a mirror. In front of the mirror lay another clip. Jill bent down and picked it up. "Fifteen more bullets," she said to herself. She knew she needed all the bullets she could get if it took her more than three shots just to take down one of those things. She was a good marksmen but she couldn't always manage a head shot. She looked in the mirror. A Jewel behind her on statue gleamed in the light. She turned picking it up and holding it to her face to examine it. It was an arrowhead attached to a gold colored arrow. She took of the arrowhead and dropped the arrow. The arrowhead was a bright green color. It was made out of peridot. Jill placed it in her side pack. "You never know what'll come in handy," She thought to herself. Jill turned seeing another door ahead of her. She walked towards it. Her boots made soft patting sounds against the old carpet. When she reached the door she tried to push down on the handle. It would open. It was locked from the other side. she turned resting her back against it. To her left she spotted another door. "How big is this mansion?" she thought to herself. She walked towards it. This one opened leading her to a second floor balcony over the dinning room. Down below she could still hear the ominous ticking of the grandfather clock. "I should have shot that damn thing," she said aloud. It was giving her the creeps. There was something about it. TICK TOCK. She shook off the feeling of dread and continued on her investigation path. On the other side of the balcony across the room a lone zombie stared at her. It tilted it's head to the side. Jill pointed her gun but stopped. "Waist of bullet," she thought to herself. After going through a door further down the balcony she found herself back in the main room. The body of the Doberman was gone. Jill suddenly felt a chill down her back. "Where did it go?" she thought to herself a bit panicked. A loud crack of thunder made her jump. The room lit up with light. Jill began to descend the staircase. She stopped right in the middle of it. There was a small landing where the staircase branched into two. On the wall there was a door. On the door there was a picture of a grave. In the grave stone was the carving of an Angel with a bow and arrow. The arrowhead had been painted green. Jill reached into her pocket retrieving the arrow head. "Is that where your supposed to go," she thought out loud. Jill opened the door and entered a small courtyard. The cool night air blew in her face. She felt relieved. It had been the first time since she reached entered the mansion. She descending the small flight of stairs and walked forward down a small path. There were a bunch of old broken grave stones littering the ground. The sound of crickets could be heard over the sudden gusts of wind. She continued on through a patch of tall grass towards the back of the courtyard where she expected to find the grave. Surely enough it was there. It was at the end of the path surrounded by old rusty iron gates on each side. The Angel was there too. There was a place where the arrow head was missing. Grasping the arrow head in her hand Jill reached forward placing it in the small indentation on the grave stone. Almost suddenly the ground began to shift. The grave cover began to retract into the huge wall behind it. Below was a staircase leading downwards. After a quick look around and a small pep talk Jill Descended into the cellar below. There was the sound of gears turning down below. Light from flames of some sort danced on the walls of the staircase. She continued on slowly. "What the hell kinda place is this?" she wondered. A room hidden below a grave was a bit suspicious. The only reason that stuck in her was "they had to be hiding something". There was a slope at the end of the stairs. She stepped off it onto the solid floor of the room below. The air smell stale. This room hadn't been accessed in a while. There was a huge gear turning overhead. It pulled a old rusty chain through the floor. She found herself wondering what it was for. To her right there was a row of stone figures on the wall. She walked towards them surveying each. There was a face on each of them. The first one was intact except there was a hole where the eyes should have been. The next was missing the eyes, the nose and the mouth. There were two more. One without a nose. The other without a mouth. Jill stepped away from them. "What the hell? Why put these down here?" she said aloud. They were some of the creepiest things she had seen since she arrived. Except for the zombies. Jill turned. Her eyes landed upon something even more terrifying. "Holy shit," she said aloud. There was a coffin hanging from the ceiling. It was anchored on it's sides by two chains. The light from the fire shined off of it creating a huge shadow that covered the back of the room. Below the coffin against the wall was a small wooden pedestal. Jill walked towards it. On it lay a old book. It was covered in dust. She could tell it hadn't been moved for some time. She picked it up and dusted off the cover. The sides were in embedded with metal. On the cover their were little metal figures of skeletons posing. Jill tried to open the book. It wouldn't. There was a lock on it. She flipped it over discovering a key. When the key was removed the lock seemed to release. She held the key in the light. Their was an engraving of a sword on its handle. "Maybe this'll open something," Jill said to herself. She always had a little habit of talking to herself especially during missions. It kept her focused. Prioritized. She stuck the key in her side pouch then opened the book. Inside in old English were the words: "Book of Curse"

The four masks,
a mask that speaks no evil. . .
a mask that smells no evil. . .
a mask that sees no evil. . .
a mask that cannot speak, smell, or see evil. . .

When all four fall into place, evil will awaken.

Jill closed the book and sat it down. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean," She said. "Sees no evil, smells no evil, speaks no evil?" She sighed. "Its a riddle," she said. "I hate riddles."

Well I hope you liked that chapter. It was very fun to write. If you like it review for the love of god. Um. . . well I just want to publicly diss the anonymous person that reviewed my RESIDENT EVIL OUTTAKES YEAH

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