The room she was in was fairly big. There was an old phonograph on a dresser on her left against the wall. The dull light from the lamp on the small table beside her shinned over the room. It cast an eerie shadow on the wall from the chair directly ahead of her. She stepped forward. The room was awkwardly quiet. The light gleamed off and item beside the lap. Jill picked it up holding it in the light. It was a dog whistle with a crumpled memo beneath it. Jill read the memo.

It basically said that some guy had hidden something in the collar of one of the dogs hanging around the second floor balcony on the west side of the terrace. The dog whistle was something he would use to bring the dog to him.

Whatever the mysterious man had hidden she would have to find it. As she turned to the right her eyes landed on a finished chess game. It had ended in a check. Black had lost. Beside the ivory chess board was a clip. She picked it up and stocked it. Jill cautiously turned around. She always had the feeling someone was right behind her. It was hard not to be uneasy in such a mad house. The room branched off further into and office. Jill searched the desk with her eyes for anything useful. A empty journal. A figurine. A picture of a young woman with long black hair. Her face looked distraught though. In front of it was an old lighter. Jill grabbed it too. Suddenly the door she had come through burst open. Jill turned seeing the crimson head coming towards her. Quickly she retrieved the shot gun from her back. With one shot the Zombies head burst into fragments. The lifeless body dropped to the floor. Jill quickly exited the room before she got sick again.

On the other side of the door now in the hallway again Jill froze. After a deep breath she continued on. Down the hall she came upon a turn. On the wall hung a broken picture frame. The pieces were on the floor. She continued on coming upon an iron door with two lamps on the side of it. It wouldn't open though. An emblem of an armor was carved into the lock. Further down she came upon another door. It was locked just the same. There was also the same carving on it. At the end of the hall Jill opened a door with the sword key. It lead her back to the main room's balcony. She saw Barry.

"Barry," she called.

Barry turned to her swiftly Gun pointed. Realizing it was her he lowered the gun.

"Jill. Got any good news," He asked.

"Other than I'm alive in this mad house. . .no?" Jill replied plainly.

"Can say it's much safer here. We better secure our escape route first. There's got to be a back door here somewhere."

He reached into his side pocket. "Um here I found this. It's a can of yellow fizz take it."

Jill examined it then put it in her pocket. They were Acid rounds for a grenade launcher she didn't have, but you never know what you might come across in a house like this. She looked at him confused. "What about you," she asked. "Aww don't worry I like the buddy system we have here," Barry said motioning to the silver serpent magnum in his hand. "I see. I'll take it. Caiou," Jill replied.

Barry left. As he did there was a boom of thunder.

"I need a better job," Jill complained aloud.

She suddenly thought to herself, "I'm on the second floor I can find the terrace and use the dog whistle. On the other side of the room she entered a set of double doors. It lead her to another balcony this one over the dining room she had come in earlier. There was once again the ominous ticking of the clock below. Ahead Jill's eyes met with that of another zombie. It stared blankly at her not moving for a second then lurching into motion. Jill waiting until it was coming towards her then just simply walked on the other side of the balcony. She had always been taught in S.T.A.R.S. training to conserve bullets when you didn't need to waist any.

The horrible sound of the zombie's flesh squishing with each step made Jill run instead of walk. She entered the second door via the sword key coming upon another hallway with a staircase leading downwards in the middle of it. There was a metal door beside her as soon as she entered. Jill unlocked the door with her lock pick then entered. She came upon the west side terrace.

There was the eerie sound of the wind and the leaves rustling in the trees. Jill stepped forward warily. The terrace was old and rusted. There were old vines stretching up the side of the old building. The light just beside the door shinned on the rain slick gravel of the terrace. A gust of wind came. A faint howl followed. Just ahead was a small pot full of green herbs. She would be able to use them more than once. "This is the terrace that guy was talking about," she thought to herself.

She reached down into her side pocket retrieving the dog whistle.

"Here doggie," She said.

She then blew the whistle. After a second she lowered it from her mouth. Nothing had happened. There was suddenly the sound of feet. Ka da pah. Ka da pah. A Doberman stepped from the shadows onto the terrace. It growled menacingly. Jill backed away slowly. Another stepped from the shadows behind it. "Come to mama," she said lowly. Her hands gripped the shotgun ready for any sudden movement.

The dog froze as if sensing the gun. There was a moment of utter silence. Jill let out a breath. The dog shot forward zigzagging from side to side. Jill fired. The first missed. She fell down as the dog leapt over her. She fired as it did. It's stomach exploded in. Jill quickly rolled over as the other one latched onto her combat boot. Bam! it was down too.

She stood up. The lead dog let out a whimper. It's eyes seem filled with tears. Jill felt a moment of remorse then remembered Joseph. She snatched the collar from it's neck. It was a normal dog chain except for a small button behind the emblem. She pushed it. Out fell a small coin shaped piece of metal into her hand.

She tossed the collar aside and examined the coin. There was another small button on it. She pushed it. From a small hole on the bottom of the coin sprung a long piece of metal in the shape of a key. It was flimsy and weak, too weak to actually have been a key though. Once again Jill found herself stumped. "This whole place is full of riddles and puzzles, but why?" she said to herself.

She crept back in gun drawn. Across the flight of stairs stood a lone zombie. Jill fired sending it down to the ground. She then crept down the stairs. There was a zombie at the foot of the stairs. It lurched into motion coming towards her. Jill fired until it collapsed rolling down the stairs onto it's back.

She continued down the stairs. There was suddenly another zombie at the top. Jill turned running to a room at the foot of the stairs. A corpse lay in front of it. These zombies were everywhere. There was a good chance she would not find any survivors here.

Jill found herself remembering that old movie Night of the Living Dead. What had made these bodies come back to life? Was it an act of God? If so it could be happening all over the world? Jill shuddered at the thought.

She entered the room and stopped. It was empty. There was a small cot towards the back. Next to it was a desk cluttered with books and various notes. The room was fairly small. In the corner beside her was another one of those chests. On the right was a shelf full of several kinds of serum. Many of them were of a sickly color. She could imagine anyone drinking them. On the desk Jill found another Typewriter. She retrieved the ink ribbons and saved her progress. She then deposited the ink ribbons, and the Acid Rounds Barry had given her.

After exiting the room Jill walked around the corner. The hall continued on. There was a huge column straight through the middle of it. On it hung two pictures. They were side shots of the mansion. She continued on coming upon another picture of the mansion illuminated by a bolt of lightening. She shook her head. Why are there so many pictures of the mansion? Around the next corner Jill came upon two more doors. The furthest one was locked. There was another carving of an emblem of armor just above the lock. Jill sighed.

"Dammit," She said to herself.

She made her way back to the stairs. The zombie waited at the top. Jill took aim. The zombie turned right into the bullet. Direct hit. It dropped and tumbled down the stairs as Jill walked up. At the top she found two more doors on the left side of the staircase.

The nearest one was locked also. There was an emblem of a helmet carved into the lock. She would have to find that key as well. Jill cursed out loud this time. This was going to be a long night. The one at the end of the hall was locked also but the latch was on her side of the door.

She unlocked it and stepped through. Again she found herself in the hallway with the burning torches. "Fuck I've walked in a circle," Jill screamed frustrated. She turned seeing the zombie beside her sit up. Their eyes met. Jill took off running. The Crimson head followed right behind her. Out of it's mouth spewed that same toxic gas. Jill turned another corner. There was a door at the end of the hall hopefully it would be unlocked.

She Reached the knob. It twisted! Jill burst through slamming the door behind her. The Crimson head pounded into it on the other side. Jill let out another curse word. Then a sigh of relief. "Another close one girl," She thought to herself.

Jill turned to the right the sight of a huge set off armor startled her. She reached out resting a hand on it but drew back with she felt a sharp pain. She had accidentally slid her hand down one of the four blades on the front of it. Jill stuck her bleeding finger into her mouth.

There was an inscription on the shield: "Death is only the beginning."

Jill backed away expecting something to happen, but nothing did. Ahead of her a small staircase lead upwards. Upon reaching the next floor she came upon another suit of armor. From it protruded huge spikes

There was another inscription: "Death is the true Essence of bliss." Upon the floor there was a metal track built into the floor.

Jill continued on. She then came upon a stone case in the middle of the floor. In it was a key. It was just like the key she already had only there was an engraving of Armor on it. It was the armor key she had been looking for. Jill continued on down the hallway to secure the area. She came upon another Suit of armor and a door. The door was locked with the engraving of a helmet.

The suit of armor read: "Death is everything."

She made her way back to the Stone case. She knelt beside it and pulled it out. The stone case sunk into the ground. Immediately The walls on either side of her closed in narrowing the hallway. The Suit of armor behind her moved into place blocking off any other exit. Jill began to fluster. The Suit of armor with the spikes was slowly coming towards her. They were spinning.

Jill tried to put the key back. It wouldn't fit anymore.

"Shit!" Jill screamed. "Why do I always get myself into these things."

Suddenly it dawned on her. The imitation key from the Dog collar. She fumbled through her side pouch to find it. Her hands grasped it. But her nervousness made her drop it. It got stuck under the suit of armor behind her. "Shit!" Jill screamed even louder this time. The suit of armor with the spikes was coming closer.

Jill tried to grab the key. She couldn't get her hands on it. It was too far under. After a quick glance over her shoulder. Jill's heart nearly stopped. The spikes were just a few feet away now! She used the armor key to try and fish it out. It was working but not fast enough. "Come on dammit!" Jill screamed nearly in tears.

She got it! With a swift movement Jill turned slamming the imitation key into the slot. The grinding stopped. When Jill looked up she screamed. The Spikes were a few centimeters from her face. Jill back up quickly slamming the back of her head into the shield of armor behind her.

The stone case rose back into place. The walls began to back up. So did the armor with the spikes. She had done it. Jill watched shaking uncontrollably until the suit of armor disappeared around the corner from whence it had came.

She sat for a while staring blankly. Almost envisioning the armor coming for her. She had come so close to death. She would never make it out of this mansion alive.