I'll give you S.T.A.R.S!

Rest In Peace Comrade

WARNING!!! For bad language, violence and gore.

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Jill stares at her reflection, she looks like crap, this whole situation is taking it's tool on her.
She rest her hands on the sink and takes a few deep breaths, she knows Chris is close by looking around in another room, but she doesn't like splitting up in this mansion.
She turns around and cracks her neck, how will they get out of this mess?
'This mansion is a damn maze and we don't have any vehicle in the middle of the forest..'

Jill's eyes stares at the tub filled with water in front of her, it bugs her and she walks over to it and pulls the plug to drain it.
A hand burst up and startles her, she falls back into the sink and one of those things surface from the water and falls over the edge to the floor, it doesn't get up but it tries grabbing her leg, she swings them around avoiding it's hands.
She starts to panic hearing the inhuman sounds, there's no other choice than to kill it, so she brings her leg up and steps down with brute force.
She looks down which is a mistake, the awful smell of decomposing flesh and the substance leaking out from the wounds she inflicted brings her to gag, she runs to the toilet and empty her stomach.

She composes herself and calms her breathing, this is a nightmare she really wants to wake up from.
She exit the room and walks towards another door, she enters and find herself in a square shaped empty room the only thing is a second door, not thinking too much into it she walks through it and enters a lounge.
A regular room for relaxing purposes she assume, her eyes spots a gift from heaven, a shotgun in plain sight hanging on the wall.
She prays for it to be real and not just a decoration, she grabs it from the wall and inspects it, it's a real pump shotgun, finally she deserves some luck in this hell hole.
She puts the strap over her shoulder and let the shotgun rest on her back, she walks through the door but halts when she hears a click, she turns the doorknob but it's now locked, confused she walks over to the other door and same, she could lockpick it but the room starts shaking and makes her lose her balance, dust falls on her shoulder and she looks up and to her horror sees the ceiling closing in.
'What the, who makes a fricking shotgun trap! I swear those who built this house must have an Indiana Jones fetish!'

Jill starts banging on the door, her fists starts hurting but she doesn't care she don't have time to lockpick and the ceiling is moving fast, out of all the deaths she had to become a sandwich.
"Chris, Barry, somebody HELP!"
She screams as loud as she can, she won't even care if Wesker saves her ass right now.
"Jill, what's wrong open the door!"
Chris frantic voice can be heard through the door.
"Chris I can't the doors jammed, it's a trap, I'm gonna die!"
She shakes the handle violently but it won't budge.

"Stay back I'm gonna shoot the lock!"
The door fly open revealing Chris, she lays on her stomach and has no space to stand or crawl, she reaches her hand out and Chris grabs it pulling her towards him as fast as he can, in matter of seconds the ceiling hits the floor and it falls silent.
Jill tries to catch her breath, she's shaking and can't register what actually just happened.
Chris lays on his back with her on top of him, he let's out a breath of relief and wraps his arms around the shaking form of his partner.

She has no clue on how long they've been in that position but she shows no sign of moving.
She can't believe she almost died that way, it had been too close, she has to be more careful and never let her guard down.
She creates some distance from Chris and stares down at him, his hand removes a strand of hair that is stuck to her face.
"I... thank you Chris..."
He just stares into her eyes and makes no response, the intense look causes her eyes to divert to the side and she places her hands on the floor to push herself up.
Being in a position of straddling Chris is making her feel awkward.
Chris's hand suddenly grabs her neck and pulls her face down, the move is too fast for her to comprehend and only when their lips are molded together she understands what's happening.
Did she die, was she dead and passing on to the after life, for the moment that seems more possible than Chris actually kissing her.
Chris parts himself from her and his warm breath ghost over her now moist lips, it's not long until their lips are locked again, this time it's more passion involved, Chris hand is grabbing Jill's hair slightly and his other moves from the bottom of her back to her shoulder.