That night was a lot warmer than usual. Jill was sitting in front of the television with the fan blowing on her. "Why the hell is it so hot tonight?" Monica was sleeping upstairs. Jill was feeling lonely so she decided to phone Chris. She picked up her Nokia and dialed Chris's number. After a few moments, Chris's deep voice answered. "Hello?" she heard him say. "Hey Chris." She said.
"Hey Jill. What's up?" He asked.
"I'm feeling kind of down. Do you think you could come over?" She asked with a hint of hesitation.
"Sure. I'll be there soon."
Jill hung up the phone and sat in total silence. All she could think about was Umbrella. She tried so hard to drown out the memories of what happened those many years ago. She had barely survived the Arklay mansion incident. Soon after that, the T-virus reached the town and turned it into hell. She heard a knock at the door and ran over to get it. She unlocked the door and opened it. There stood Chris.
"Damn trucks giving me problems again." He said. He stepped inside and Jill closed the door. While Chris was taking off his boots, Jill looked outside and noticed a group of people slowly walking down the street. She stared at the group for a few more seconds than came back inside. Just as she was closing the door, one of the men turned his head towards the house and saw Jill. He immediately let out a high-pitched scream and started to run at the house. The rest of the group started running to.
"Shut the door!" yelled Chris
Jill quickly slammed the door shut and opened up the closet.
"Thank God I still have these!" she said as she pulled out a 12 gauge shotgun. She also found a box of 24 shells. She started to load up the gun when suddenly a bloody face pressed up against the window. The zombie scratched at the window with it's rotten, cracked finger nails. As it moaned, a long stream of mucus ran out from between it's teeth. Jill aimed the shotgun up and fired a pointblank round into it's head. Fragments of brain and a splash of grayish-red matted hit the zombie behind it. The zombie collapsed to the ground, surrounded by a large pool of blood.
"Jill, go and get Monica!" he called as he took the shotgun from Jill. Jill nodded her head and ran upstairs to Monica's bedroom. Monica was sitting up on her bed crying very hard. "Come on baby! We gotta go!" said Jill as she picked up her daughter. Suddenly Jill heard a few more gunshots then it went quite.