Chap 3

There was a message on the pedestal.

"An eye for an eye, A tooth for a tooth."

"Yeah a Big Mac for two dollars too so what," Jill said to herself.

She laughed a bit, but the sound of the gears turning made her stop.

"Okay time to go," she thought to herself. Jill ventured back to the main room.

She had had enough of the underground spook shit. Although she knew she would have to return. There were probably more puzzles just like it.

When she opened the door leading to the main room she stopped.

"Okay now what?" she thought to herself. "I have a key to some of these doors but which ones?"

She crossed her arms putting one on her chin. She began to picture the zombie she had stuck the dagger in. It collapsed on that chest. When she turned to leave she noticed a door just to the side of the hallway she had went in to retrieve the dagger. Which by all means was a fucking waist of time. She didn't even get to keep the damn dagger.

The thought of it made her fist tighten.

There was a burst of thunder and a flash of lightening. Jill descended the main stairs and entered the room where she had killed the zombie. It was just as dark as she remembered.

There was a stench in the air. The zombie still lay dead hanging over the chest. Jill crept past it to the door.

She reached for the knob. It didn't turn. An emblem of a sword was carved into the lock. It was time to try the key. Jill reached into her side pouch and pulled the key from it.

There was an engraving of a sword on it too. She put it in the lock and turned.

The door opened. On the other side was the most normal hallway she had seen all night. It was fully lighted with windows along it's wall. There were little cabinets filled with various sculptures and pottery.

There was another blast of thunder and lightening.

Jill continued to walk forward. She seem a bit calmer. No zombies. That was a good thing.

Suddenly the window beside her broke. Jill stumbled backwards into the wall. There was a crack through it. Maybe from a branch or something.

There were a bunch of trees outside the window. Still though her heart jumped.

Jill walked faster.

"So much for a peaceful hallway," she said to herself.

There was a left turn in the hallway. Jill peeked around it.

Nothing. There was a door at the end of the hall. She didn't know why but Jill broke into a run.

She flew through the door and the end of the hall and stopped.

She listened.

Another hallway. This time with a wooden floor. There was a picture on the wall. Another one of the mansion. This time against the setting sun.

There was a metal door beside her. Jill reached for it. Locked, but with a simple one. She took the lock pick from her pocket that Barry had gave her and went to work. There was a click as the lock disengaged.

"Viola!" Jill said happy with herself.

It had came in handy after all. Jill opened the door. It lead outside. There was a sudden howl and the sound of footsteps.

Ka da pah.

"Oh hell no," Jill thought.

She quickly pulled the door shut.

"Dogs," she said just above a whisper. Jill backed away from the door.

"Whatever's in there can wait," She thought. Down the hall she came upon another door right before a right turn in the hallway. She went inside. It was a bathroom.

"Hello?" she called.

There was no reply. A ceiling fan turned silently. Jill crept towards the tub. It was directly straight from her against the wall. It was filled with water. Dark and oily.

She couldn't see to the bottom.

"Maybe there's a key inside," She thought.

She had to drain the water. But it was so nasty. Eww!

She shook off her disgust and reached her hand in the dark oily water. Her hand reached the plug. She felt hair rub against her arm.

Suddenly an arm shot up straight out the water. It startled Jill. She fell backwards onto the floor.

A man pulled himself up out the water. Blood and water oozed from his mouth. The man let out a moan.

He was no longer alive. He was a zombie. Jill scrambled up from the floor as the zombie fell from the tub sending a big splash of the nasty water to her pants.

The zombie reached out grabbing a hold of Jill's right leg.

She squirmed. It was so horrible. The smell.

She raised her foot high and swiftly brought it down on the zombies head.

There was a sick squishing sound as Jill's combat boot crushed the man's skull. Blood squirted out. The zombies grip loosened and it's hand dropped.

Jill stared in horror at the lifeless body before her. The stench tickled her nose. There were brain fragments on the bottom of her shoe. It was all too much. The pit of her stomach began to rise.

She couldn't hold it. Jill hopped over the body careening around the corner to a toilet where she threw up. It all came sloshing out of her mouth into the toilet. She coughed.

"Shit!" she screamed.

Her breathing was erratic.

"This is too much," she said in a frenzy. "This is fucking too much."

She wiped away the vomit from her mouth with a bit of toilet paper beside the bowl. The sour taste of vomit lingered in her mouth.

Jill turned peeking around the corner at the body. She took in two slow deep breaths.

"Get it together. Get it together," she kept telling her self that over and over.

She had never seen anything like this before. What had done such a thing? She stood standing next to the toilet for another minute.

"Fuck it," she said.

She stepped over the dead body. There was a dagger in the tub.

"A fucking dagger!" Jill said angrily.

She reached in and snagged it, then left the room. When the door closed behind her she stopped. There was a bit of thunder. The lightening lit up the floor.

Jill continued on down the hall. This time breathing hard. She was scared. Beyond panicked but she was controlling it. She had to. It was the only way she'd make it out alive.

She came upon a small wall with a shelf against it and windows on each side. There were two left turns in the hallway. She followed them coming upon two more doors.

Jill opened the nearest one. This time storming in gun drawn. There was a small room. Very small. There was another door on the right wall. The walls were covered in a huge mural of a Man and women dressed in 19th century clothing. The Man carried a long stick on his shoulder with what looked like a bird on it.

Jill entered the other door this time coming upon a bigger room. There was a couch inside with a coffee table. There was also a fire place and pictures but what struck Jill's fancy was the huge shotgun displayed on the wall in the back of the room.

She ran for it in joy, snatching it off the wall. As she did the hooks it was on rose up. Jill barley noticed though. This was fire power. She felt a lot safer with the 12 Gauge in her hand. She checked the barrel. Six rounds were in it.

"Yeah!" Jill cheered.

She pumped it and pointed it. It was too sweet. Jill made her way towards the door with her newly found weapon. She opened it and stepped into the middle of the room. A bit of plaster fell on her right shoulder. More on her left. she looked up. The ceiling was coming down. She would be crushed! Jill rushed to the door leading to the hallway. She pulled on the knob. It wouldn't open!

"Damn!" she said pounding on it.

Jill turned running back to the door she had just come through. It wouldn't open either! Jill began to panic.

"Oh god. What did I do now?" She ran for the door at the hallway.

Kicking it and pushing it as hard as she could.

"Wesker! Barry! Help!" she screamed.

A voice came from the other side of the door leading to the hallway.

"Jill? You in there?" It was Barry.

"Barry?" Jill asked.

It was him!

"Get me out of here! The doors jammed?" She screamed.

"Stand back!" Barry ordered. He backed away from the door and shot the lock.

Jill fell to the floor. Barry pulled open the door. The ceiling was just above her. Barry knelled down.

"Grab my hand!" Barry ordered.

Jill did. He pulled her out just as the stone ceiling came down. The door shut automatically. Jill was breathing hard. She was on her behind next to Barry. Jill let out a puff of air. She was out. Barley, but out.

"Barry," Jill said relieved and exhausted at the same time.

"That was a close one. A second late. . .you would have fit nicely into a sandwich," Barry joked.

Jill rolled her eyes.

"Really. . .thanks, but Barry didn't you say you were going back to the dinning room to find other clues, I'm glad and all but why are you here," Jill asked.

"I just had something I wanted to check," Barry said weirdly. "Anyway we should get back to searching for Wesker and Chris."

Barry turned and began to leave. "Thanks Barry I owe you one," Jill said "Don't mention it," Barry replied. Then he was gone.

Jill held the shotgun in her hand marveling at it's magnificence.

"At least I still have this," she said aloud.

Jill opened up the set of double doors beside her expecting to find an undead creature. Instead she found an empty room/hallway. A chair sat next to a door against the wall. The seat was stained with blood. Jill entered the door. a soon as she entered the room she could hear the raspy breathing of a nearby zombie.

Jill quickly went through a S.T.A.R.S. training in her head. One: look for an exit. Two: check your surroundings. Three: Approach with caution. As she peered around the corner her eye's locked with the zombies. The middle aged man lurched forward. Jill fired out a shot. Another. The man kept coming. He was getting to close. Jill turned running back towards the door which she had entered from. Four: Never get to close. She turned around. She fired more shots. The zombie collapsed to the floor. It twitched from the many wounds inflicted on him by Jill's trusty pistol. A puddle of blood began to from under the body.

Jill stepped over it. Around the corner there was a staircase leading to the second floor. Under it there was another door. Jill could here the sick sound of flesh squishing upstairs. Another zombie. Jill knelt down beside the door under the stairs and took the herb from it's pot. She rolled it up and stuffed it in her pocket. (I wonder if they smoke that? Come on people I've you've thought of that) Jill entered the room. It was a storage room. There was a lantern inside on two crates. It cast a light over everything in the room

There were shelves around the room towards the ceiling. Nothing useful. Maybe there was something in this room that she could use. Jill studied the room. There was a typewriter to the right of her. She could save her progress. Towards the back of the room there was a huge chest. "My pockets are kinda full. Maybe I can store something in there. (There is no way how I can explain the whole storage system. Let's just say it's magic.)

On the floor there was a canteen. Jill picked it up. It was a fuel canteen. There was a nice floral design on it. On the crate next to the lantern there was a handgun magazine. It was filled with 9mm Parabellum. She heard a foot crunch on some paper. She picked it up. The title read: Special instructions when disposing dead bodies.

"We have new information regarding those "Beings". They may appear to

be dead but in fact they are able to come back to life. However, there

are ways to prevent them from becoming active again. Currently there

are two known methods to cease their resurrection.

1. INCINERATION

2. DESTRUCTION OF THE HEAD

If further methods are discovered, they will be notified immediately.

Meanwhile to those of you who still have the will to live, oil has

been placed on the first floor of the mansion. Take as much as you

need. You'll need something to light it with which you'll need to

find by yourself."

Jill filed the note.

"They don't die?" she said.

"Which means all those zombies I shot are still. . ." She stopped and turned to the door.

Her heart sped up. She took in a deep breath. "Snap out of it," she said just above a whisper. Jill turned to the chest at the back of the room. "First of all let me get rid of this useless knife," she said lifting up it's cover. She threw the knife inside, but noticed some other stuff. There were some bullets already in it. Also 3 ink ribbons and a first aid spray. Jill studied the first air spray.

On it's cover was the words: Cinatiropa First aid life safe. She new well of it's affects. It had an ability to cure wounds completely. She stuffed the items into her side pocket.

Over by the Typewriter She saved her progress and filled her canteen. This was about to be a long night. Hopefully she'd make it to the morning. There was suddenly a pound upon the door. Jill turned toward it frozen with fear. La-Dub. La-Dub. Her heart was beating like a jackhammer.

"They don't die," she said again.

The words were like a knife in her side. She wiped the sweat from her forehead. "It's on the other side of the door," She thought to herself. Her hand began to shake.

"No!" she said sharply. "Don't lose your cool."

She tightened up and reached twisting the knob.

The door creaked open. She held the gun tightly peering out as she opened the door. There was nothing. She stepped out into the hallway. The light from above lit the room perfectly. Jill crept towards the stairs. Whatever it was it had run. Jill rounded the edge of the stairs and placed her right foot on the bottom step. There was a huge raspy breath. Jill peered down the hall to the door she had come through earlier.

The zombie standing down the hall had it's back turned to her. It's hair had grown. So had it's nails. There was a difference to it. The way it stood. Not mindlessly but like a predator. It's back was hunched over. It's arms close to it's side yet poised for attack. Jill held her breath. It had come back to life. Even after she had shot it.

"Bullets don't work," she thought futilely to herself.

The zombie turned. It's eyes landed on her. They were different too. Not glazed over but demonic like. They glowed. It teeth had grown jagged and piercing. In fact it's whole head was stained a crimson color. It's like the metal reacted with it forcing it to change. A weird gas spewed from it's mouth as it let out another raspy breath that made the hair on the back of Jill's neck stand. She found herself wondering how could a man be turned into such a thing.

The Crimson head let out a roar. Jill flinched pulling the trigger. The bullet hit the Crimson head's shoulder. It was knocked back a step from the impact. It froze looking at the wound for a brief second then turned to her with a newfound anger. The crimson head shot forward faster than any zombie Jill had ever seen. She fired shot after shot. The Crimson head ran through them like they were nothing.

"Fuck this!" Jill said turning and sprinting up the stairs.

There were dozens of pictures on the wall. Jill glanced over her shoulder. The crimson head was right behind her running like a blood thirsty fiend. There was a sort of sick grin on it's face. She ran past the huge collection of pictures until she came to an intersection in the hallway. She turned right following the railing that lead down the stairs. She turned again coming upon a straight hallway. There was a zombie ahead. It's back was turned. She only had one shot at this. She could duck and go past it. It would never be able to grab hold of her. She came upon it. The zombie turned. She ducked under it's arms slipping past. It couldn't grab her.

The crimson head came past. It swiped out knocking the zombies head off. Jill let out a yelp. There was a door ahead. Jill ripped it open then quickly shut it behind her. The Crimson head slammed into it from the other side. It let out a furious roar. Jill took in deep breaths. "I still got it," Jill said bit relieved as she remembered her high school track days.

Suddenly the door handle began to jiggle. Jill back away from the door cautiously.

"It's trying to get through," she said to herself.

Boom! The door broke in a bit. Jill continued to back down the hall. Without warning the door burst open and the crimson head sprung forth. When it's eyes landed on her. They seemed to light up. Jill turned sprinting down the hall once more. There was a door ahead. She pulled it open and slammed it behind her. The zombie slammed against the back of the door. Jill held her gun to her chest. "Another close one," she said aloud.

The zombie stopped hitting the other side of the door.