***A/N ok it's been way too long but you know holidays and all get kind of hectic. Anyway just in time for Shady's birthday I give you Ch. 3!!!!!!

Chapter 3 - And Then There Were Three

The three survivors hit the main door with great speed. Chris tried to listen for any sounds of the dogs, but it was no use all he could hear was the strong thumping of his heart in his ears as he struggled slightly to catch his breath. He glanced over at Jill who was practically doubled over gasping for air, but only for a minute, and behind her stood Wesker looking as calm and collected as ever.
In the brief bit of silence he used the time to review the thoughts racing through his head. Those dogs they were falling apart at the seams.literally. "What the heck were those things?" he thought. Creatures like that just shouldn't be possible.
Jill, who'd been running the same mental playback as Chris had a question of her own except she spoke it aloud, and quite more loudly then she had intended. "Barry!?!?" She glanced back at the door and made for it. "Jill, I wouldn't do that" the serious neutral tone of their captain said. Jill realizing it would be suicide stopped and was just turning around when two loud gunshots rang through the mansion.
"What was that?" Jill asked. 'Gee if it sounded like gunshots what could it possibly be?' Chris thought to himself before saying "I'll go check it out" "Allright Jill and I will stay and secure this area" Wesker said. He nodded to the captain and made his way to the door closest to his left, where the sounds seemed to have come from. When he was about halfway there he turned back upon hearing Jill say "Chris.take care." He smiled and nodded before turning the knob and opening the door.
Beyond the door was and elaborate two story dining hall with the rhythmic tick of a grandfather clock on the right side of the room. There was a long table that could've seated maybe twenty five people. However to his surprise there was only one lone chair seated to the left side of the table. In front of that a place was set with a tipped over wine glass and a half finished plate of what appeared to be.pie. Next to that was a roll of ink ribbon which he thought was quite odd until he turned around to see and old style typewriter behind him with a piece of paper half pulled out of it. He removed the paper to read a most obscure phrase upon it.
Death. Destruction. Pumpkin pie. Do dah. Do dah.
"What the hell?!?!" he thought "Oh well who knows this could help later, ya never know" So he folded up the paper, put it in his pocket, and continued moving through the hall. At the end of the massive dinner table was a fireplace with a decent fire roaring away within it. Above the mantel were two swords crossed over each other and hung above a shield that was set perfectly in an indent in the wall. He took one more gaze at the roaring fire and noticed it had an abnormally bright reflection in the floor at one spot. He knelt down to get a better look and as the reflection of the flames left the shiny spot he saw it was a deep unmistakable pool of red blood, but where did it come from? He quickly got up and made for the door to his right.
As he opened the door he heard a god awful crunching sound to the left of the hallway Chris looked down the hall eyes straining in the dim light. There was a sudden flash of lightning and could make out a foot from around the corner. Partly releaved to see something human he made his way towards it. "Maybe it's Barry and he made it inside after all" he thought "but what in the world is that noise?"
He soon found out as his eyes fell upon a horrible scene. There were two men, one seizing on the floor, and the other hunched over him.eating him?! "HOLY SHIT!!!!" Chris yelled in his head because he wasn't in a position to say much of anything that would form words right now. He cautiously took a step back the floorboards creaked beneath his shifting weight. The cannibal man heard this and looked back at him leaving his now dead prey behind.
The man wasn't much of a man anymore, his pupils had long since lost their color and it was hard to tell if it was looking in any direction, and his skin was hanging off of his bones in the places where the flesh still clung to bone oozed an unnatural kind of blood. It stood and started towards him arms outstretched and ready for its next warm meal.

**Ok that's it for now, don't want to spoil you both with long chapters now ;) look for next one sooner then this one came out