AN: Sorry for the wait on this chapter, guys. My internet connection has been going crazy and it likes to die on me. :( :P It's not as long as I would've liked but I think it sets up chapter three nicely. :D
Disclaimer: I still don't own Resident Evil and sadly never ever will.
Stepping into the corridor that lay just outside where she was taken hostage, Jill's nose wrinkled in disgust as a wave of decay and a bitter iron smell wafted toward her nose. If the smell wasn't enough, the blood splattered across the once pristine, white walls of the hall were proof enough that something was killed there...and recently.
There's so much blood...
Jill glanced around cautiously, taking the sight in. Before her, the wall of the corridor was erected, forcing her to go either left or right. To her right, a half-opened door stood, squeaking on its hinges, a blood smear slapped across the handle. Down the hall to her left, the corridor abruptly turned, hiding whatever lay there in the shadows. Even though both ends were covered in blood, the one on the right seemed to have somewhat more.
Left or right? Jill mused. She sent a glance to the left. I might have a better chance going left but..., she turned her attention back to the right wing, Someone could need my help...
Gritting her teeth, Jill made the decision to venture right, inwardly sighing at her morals; in the same situation, she'd want someone to do the same for her.
The hallway outside of Chris' room was strewn with things he didn't even know existed in the human body. Chris had seen worse things in his life, but he still got a sharp pang in the side of his stomach. He wasn't sure if it was pity for the poor souls who had been killed here or fear of the fact that he could be next. Over his life, Chris had faced death more times than a cat and had always come out unscathed but he had a sinking feeling in his heart that he might not be walking away this time.
At my funeral, they can tell everyone 'Here lies Chris Redfield, he lived to the ripe old age of 37', Chris scoffed inwardly. He took another look around the hall before him. That is if they find my body at all...
Chris had two options of travel; straight ahead or to the right. The passage to the right was dark, the lights that had once shone there cracked and broken, and Chris couldn't make out more than five feet in front of him.
If it's this bad in the light, I doubt I really want to find out what's hiding in the dark.
Making his decision, Chris started forward, his eyes roaming over the corridor quickly, his guard up to 110%. Something glinted from the far end and Chris picked up his pace slightly, trying to avoid as much blood as possible. Just before he reached the object, though, Chris slowed, suddenly overcome with the thought that the shining item could be more harmful than helpful. His hand fell on his gun, remembering the feeling of dread that had flowed through him when he realized he wasn't in control anymore. It was more terrifying knowing that at any second, someone could change the rules...that was if any existed in the first place.
Well, you've had a nice life, Redfield, considering you haven't even hit a mid-life crisis yet, Chris laughed slightly, Unless you count your entire life.
Squinting his eyes, Chris tried to make out the object but saw only its shine reflected back toward him.
"Eh, what the hell."
Chris stalked forward, bracing himself for whatever lay before him.