People wanted a new chapter so here it is(sorry its so short)

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The sound of leather on concrete seemed to echo, a dark haired woman wandered through the never ending shroud of dense fog, it constricted against her pale skin, almost sensually. The thought of whether or not she was currently in a dream had long since passed from her mind as the bleak landscape started to effect her mental state. Overwhelming sorrow just seemed to wrap around her, her footsteps seemed quiet and afraid, in the dismal place.

All of a sudden the fog started to clear up and the wreckage of Racoon city was revealed to her. She walked slowly though the shattered streets of her destroyed hometown, anger rising in her as she thought about the many horrors that the Umbrella Corporation had done to the rural city. Corpses seemed to line the streets, blood mingled with day old rain water, the smell of rot and decay nearly made her vomit. She could have never imagined a terror like this.

She froze as see saw six gravestones standing alone in the middle of the street, she gasped in shock as she read the names on them.

Payton Wells

Terri Morales

Christopher Redfeild

Rebecca Chambers

Alice Abernathy

Jill Valentine

Again and again, she brushed her fingers over the word Jill. "My name," She said softly, she clutched her hand to her breast, feeling her heart. "But I'm not dead…" She whispered hoarsely.

She jumped as a hand touched her shoulder, she spun round to see a woman, clad in a blood red dress. She knew this woman, and yet she felt as if she was really seeing her now. The woman nodded her head to the grave, marked 'Alice'. When Jill saw the word, memories flooded her mind, muddled but there. The virus outbreak, Payton and Terri's death, the church, Angela Ashford, it all seemed to hit her like a gunshot.

Alice smiled darkly at her, this alarmed the dark haired woman but her bravodo started to wane ad Alice leaned in dangerously close and whispered gently "We're all mad here" the Racoon cop shivered as the warm breath of the of the other woman hit her ear as Alice whispered incoherently to her.

Jill leaned into the blonde haired woman's hand as Alice started to softly stroke her cheek, forgetting all about the apocalyptic dream like landscape around her. The stroking stopped and Alice forcefully asked "Do you love me?"

Just as she went to answer, Alice leaned in again as their lips connected, Jill moaned in pleasure as the kiss started to become more intense. More forceful

Suddenly the sound of an air raid siren erupted from all around. Jill's eyes shot open, in front of her lay Alice, dead in a pool of her own blood.

Crying out in agony, Jill fell to the ground on top of her dead love. She desperatily covered her ears, trying block out the sirens scream that was causing her ears to bleed.

Unbeknown to the shrieking policewoman, the Racoon city street sign behind her started to rust over and the letters S.i.l.e.n.t.H.i.l.l appeared on it