{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 knelt down, picking up the grey mask from the dusty floor. She gazed at it with confusion as she crouched down.
Jill looked up around the attic, her eyes drifting up to the hole in the ceiling. She slowly stood back up, still holding the mask in her hands.
Somebody had the same idea as her. Or thought they did.
Jill cleared her throat nervously and turned to push the door open. She walked slowly down the steps, still baffled by the red zombie corpse on the ground as when she first saw it.
It had the same maroon skin as some of the corpses she saw before. But this one looked like it was killed recently.
Jill felt anxiety rise in her chest as she stepped over the zombie, still perplexed. She walked down the halls, glancing at the splatters of blood on the walls and floors.
This person, whoever they were, had been wounded. They were still alive.
The blood stopped at a doorway and Jill pulled out her pistol, adjusting it nervously in her hand. She pushed open the door and aimed carefully ahead.
There was no one in the next hallway, just a few sets of doors. No blood either. Jill whirled around looking for a sign of the wounded person, but found nothing. Even stranger.
Jill crept down the hallway, still aiming her pistol up. She pushed open the door at the curve of the hallway, revealing a hall with marble walls and a painting directly in front of her.
Jill closed the door behind her and looked up at the painting with curiosity. She turned her head quickly at the sound of squawking. A few crows were sitting on a railing near the ceiling, looking down at her.
Jill scoffed and turned her attention back to the painting. It was stained glass, with a portrait of a young man wearing a shiny bracelet. Below it was a button, glowing green.
Jill pushed the button and the painting lit up orange. She furrowed her brow and stepped back, gazing at the picture for a little longer before continuing down the hall. She stopped at the next painting and hovered her finger over the button.
Suddenly, all the crows started squawking loudly and fluttering their feathers with agitation. Jill stepped back and held her hands up defensively.
"Okay, okay..."
She continued to the next painting, the same response from the crows. Jill scoffed and turned the corner to come across another painting. She hovered her hand over the button, and this time, there was no protest from the crows.
Jill sighed in relief and pressed the button, lighting up the picture of an old man with a long beard and a gold crown in his hands. The stained glass portrait turned green.
She walked to the next picture and pressed the button under another painting of an old woman with a gaudy necklace. It lit up purple.
Jill heard a click from the grand portrait at the end and slowly approached it. She stopped before the large stained glass painting and examined it with wistful eyes.
