The corridor was silent except from the sound of Chris' boots and his deep breathing. He had his gun at ready, scanning every inch of the corridor as he walked. As he neared the corner he could hear a low moaning sound and knew exactly what it was. A zombie. Readying his gun he walked forward turning the corner, taking aim and the he froze. In front of him stood none other than Jill Valentine, his girlfriend. Half of her throat had been ripped out, she had a missing eye, and blood was running out from all parts of her body. Chris couldn't believe what he was seeing. Jill started staggering hungrily towards him.

"No Jill…" cried Chris "Stay back…"

He edged back from her as she came further towards him. He aimed his gun at her, as he done so flashbacks of all the good times they had together came to him. As the tears ran down his face he knew he couldn't do it.

"I'm sorry Jill," he cried.

With that he aimed the gun at his head and fired. Hoping that where ever Jill was now he'd be with her.

"Chris…. Wake up Chris…" Chris opened his eyes and jumped up taking deep breaths as he did so. Beside him sitting on the bed was Jill. " You ok? You looked like you were having a nightmare or something," said Jill.

"Yeah… I guess I was, it all seemed so real though…"

"You want to talk about it?"

"No. It's ok" Said Chris not wanting to worry her with the dream. Jill sighed; she knew she wouldn't be able to talk him into telling her.

"Well, the hall walls need painted hun and I refuse to do it myself so get your ass outta bed and help me." Said Jill pulling the covers off him with a grin.

As Jill left the room Chris dragged himself out of bed and looked out some old clothes and headed off to the bathroom to get washed and dressed. As water ran down his face he took a look at his reflection. What was happening to him? Why did he dream that? Will it come true like the last dream? He only hoped it didn't.

As he made his way downstairs Jill was already painting. Grabbing a brush she left for him he picked it and started painting the lower area since Jill was up ladders painting the top holding an tub of white paint. However, he soon regretted painting underneath her because as she was painting drip of paint was falling into his hair. He moved down a little to get away from the falling paint only to have Jill follow him. He couldn't help but think he was meaning to drip pain on him so he looked up to her and saw she had a huge grin on her face. She looked down at him moving the brush from the wall as he did so making even more paint drip onto his face.

"What?" she said innocently, still grinning.

"Could you please stop dripping paint on me?" He asked her.

"Chris hun, if you moved down a little the paint wouldn't drip on you." She replied as she started to paint again.

"I did move down. You followed."

"I did not."

"Did so"

"Did not"

"You did so"

"Chris, if I was going to drop paint on you then you'd know all about it." Jill said with a smirk.

Before Chris could reply the door went.

"I'll get it" said Chris but as he went to get the door he slipped on newspaper that had been spread on the carpet only to fall against the ladders Jill was up making them move a little causing the paint tub Jill had to fall on top of him. He was now covered from head to toe with white paint. Jill couldn't help but laugh as she came down the ladders.

"Shat up and grab the door" mumbled Chris as he got up and ran to the bathroom grabbing a spare set of clothes as he done so. As he scrubbed trying to get all the paint off his face he could hear the voices of his sister and Leon. He couldn't help but notice they spoke with a worried voice. As he quickly cleaned himself up he ran down the stairs to see what was being said.

A/N: I might 'remake' this chapter, I'm not very happy with it… Read and Review, let me know what you think.