Chapter #4Thriller by: Unknown There was a gunshot. That's all it took for the remaining S.T.A.R.S. members to leap into action, splitting off to discover if any of their comrades had survived this horrifying nightmare. Jill, keeping close to Barry, eventually found herself alone too; whether he had intended to or not, she was deserted in one of the mansions many hallways.
Ready for action and pistol loaded, she crouches down as she slowly makes her way around each corner, always half-expecting another bizarre creature ready to pounce on her. At the most though, she found some splodges of blood and knocked over furniture after every turn. Eerie, but not exactly frightening. After an hour or so, she had relaxed. At this point the most she'd seen was that one animated corpse and the enraged dogs outside. It'd be foolish to assume that would be the extent of the threat, but it'd be worse to accidentally waste all of the ammunition of her main defense. Dropping her stance, she opted to walk a bit; by the time she got up to a stairway, she was making far more time and distance than she was earlier. Hell, room after room was becoming more and more orderly, insinuating that whoever, or more likely whatever was making its way through the mansion had been heading away from this spot. Sliding open a door slowly to check whether it was safe, she walks in and takes a breather on a container.
Only to have it violently thump against her weight. "Oh shit."
Jill darted out of the room almost instantly, hoping that whatever lied within didn't spy her; these things were pretty damn slow afterall. If it weren't for their gruesome appearance and immense strength, it'd be a cinch to fight or outright overpower all of them.
She was lucky, when she crouched down and took a peek through the locked door's key hole, she saw the figure of a long passed male climb out... And look around aimlessly, before eventually falling back down. She swore it even looked like it was sighing in annoyance. Snickering, she got back up on her two feet and turned around, just in time to greet a rather revolting and rotting woman with a missing eye hissing a foot away from her own face.
Instinct told her to kick, yet Jill's foot slammed through the body's stomach, wedging it instantly. Instinct also told her to go for her gun, so in the split second she had during the zombie's slight confusion over its inability to move, its head explodeds from the impact of a single bullet, part of the carnage splattering on her boots. "Gross..." Pulling the body off of her feet, she darted off; she still has her communicator, and she had to find a safe haven if she wanted a chance of survival. FAST.
Quickly climbing the stairs, she rushed into the first room that laid in front of her, locking the door instantly afterwards and grabbed her radio. The signal was dead. But before she could do anything else...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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