{Book 2}
When Alpha Team is sent into the dark forests of the Arklay Mountain Range to find Bravo Team, they never expected to face an apocalyptic nightmare. Chris Redfield and Jill Valentine have a long journey ahead of them, and this is where it b...
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Jill felt sick. Her mind was spinning. Her vision blurred as she climbed the stairs and it was a miracle no zombie popped out to attack her. She shuffled numbly down the hall and slammed her body into the door of a small room with animal heads placed up along the wall.
She couldn't get the image of her best friend's cold, cruel death out of her mind.
She could see him squirming along the muddy ground, desperately trying to keep a mangled dog from tearing his throat apart.
She could see the pack of dogs swarming him and pouncing on him, pulling him in a million different directions to get a bite out of him.
She could hear him scream in pain as his blood flooded the ground like irrigation.
She could hear him calling out helplessly.
"JILL...! Help me! God, please..."
And then slowly fading away as his life ended.
She could hear and see it all.
Jill knocked her body against the next door in front of her, barely scanning the room as she saw Barry studying something over a small table.
Jill let the door slam behind her and Barry jumped, whipping around. He clutched his chest and exhaled loudly, rubbing his head. "Jill... You scared me."
Jill ignored him and looked around the dimly lit room with blue lighting bouncing off the cluttered messes on the floor. Different fish hooks and bug displays were hung on the walls. She looked back at Barry with a blank stare.
He looked back down at what was in front of him. "I can't seem to figure this out. I was hoping maybe you could help me?" He looked back up at Jill who hadn't moved from her spot.
She watched Barry for a moment before muttering, "Chris is dead."
She watched as Barry's confused face deepened and his face went extremely pale, almost white. "What...?"
She held out her arm with Wesker's note in it. Barry swallowed nervously before walking forward and grabbing it from her hand. His face was still pale and confused as his eyes shakily skimmed the note, and as he read on, his hand flew to his mouth and nervously scratched his beard.
Barry suddenly dropped the note. "I think I'm gonna be sick..." He murmured before darting for the door and flinging it open to rush outside.
Jill remained in place as she heard the door slam behind her. She bent down to pick up the note and shoved it into her pocket.
She could still see it all.
Jill paced forward and placed each of her hands on the side of the desk, looking down at what Barry was messing with.
There was a golden fish hook, a golden bee replica for bait, and what looked like a real bee specimen. The hell was he doing with these?
Jill's mind was still groggy as she reattached the gold hook to the bait and picked up the bee specimen in her gloves. She wearily hung the bait back up with the other lines of replicas and turned to place the specimen back in its separate box.
