Chapter 3: Chris and Jill
Chris pushed the door open with the muzzle of his gun. Jill stepped into the small room.
"Clear," she said.
Chris stepped into the room. It was small. A bed was against the back wall. There was a closet and a desk.
"Chris look at this." Jill said.
Chris walked over to the desk.
"Is that a journal?" Chris asked.
Jill nodded. "I think it is," she said. "Look." She pointed to an entry dated six months ago.
May 15, 2009,
We did it. We perfected the T-virus. So far nothing has gone wrong. William Birkin has been acting strange. He must be up to something.
Chris nodded as he read. "What's the T-virus?" he asked. Jill shrugged.
June 9, 2009,
One of the researchers was bitten today. He seemed fine until he attacked Jack. The T-virus is spreading.
June 20, 2009,
They won't let us leave. They're locking us in our rooms. My skin is burning. I think they did something to me. Everyone had to get shots the other day. I was injected with some type of blue formula. Everyone else's was green.
June 21, 2009,
Something is wrong with me… I huge chunk of skin came off my arm. Whatever they did to me… It's turning me into one of those things… I need to get out of here…
July 4, 2009,
Researcher came by room today…
That was the last entry. "Jill this virus is turning people into something bad… Something we may not be able to kill…"
"Chris…" Jill whispered.
Chris froze the smell of rotting flesh hit him hard. He looked over his shoulder. Behind him was a decaying women. About Jill's age. Jill fired a shot into the woman's head. Blood splattered and the woman fell to the ground.
"Shit, Jill!" Chris yelled.
Jill smiled. "I found a shot gun," she said. Chris smiled widely.
"Good," he said. "Now come on. Let's find a way out of this hell hole."