Death embraced her

Disclaimer: I don’t and I never will own Resident Evil.

They have escaped into the mansion…
Where they thought they would be safe…
They were wrong…

Jill Valentine, the beautiful female S.T.A.R.S. officer, was walking into the dark corridor of the mansion with both her hands on the Beretta pistol in a tight grip. She moved carefully forward because this mansion was filled with zombie like creatures. She thought that these zombies were probably the same that has terrorised the Racoon forest, killing a dozens of people. She had encountered some of them before, however it took most of her 9MM bullets to kill them that frightened her. How could someone survive so many shots and not even seem to feel the pain?

She did not want to be here, but going out was not the best to do, with those demon dogs that killed Joseph outside.
She came to an old wooden door. Opening it with one hand, she peeked inside with her head to see if the coast was clear. Seeing it was Jill stepped in and the door shut behind her. She tried to open it but it locked when it closed. “Damn” she thought. “Well there is not much that can be done about that now.”

In front of her was a corridor that turned right; and in so following it she saw the not-so living horror in front of her. Five zombies standing still in a group blocking her way. She raised her gun and started to fire at them aiming for their bodies but the bullets had very little effect. Her gun clicked empty and she went down with her hand to her pocket to grab a full clip for the pistol. However, she had no more clips. She was completely out of ammo. Jill knew she could never fight her way through five zombies so she ran back to the door she came from.

Turning the knob, Jill got no release from the door.
“Come on,” she yelled, as she heard the zombies begin to lurch towards her.
She started to kick the door heavily with boot but the door seemed reinforced so it did not budge. She noticed it got a little weaker with each kick. Jill hit the door one last time heavily with her boot and door flew open with a crash. She was just about to rush inside to safety when she felt two cold hands grab her shoulder. A small thought of panic went through Jill mind. The hands were strong and still she tried to resist. Jill tried harder to break free. However she felt two new pairs of hands grab her left arm and right foot.

Now Jill was truly scared and she knew what was going to happen if she did not try to save herself. She struggled with her whole body to break free and some hands let go but came right back. She could feel the zombies’ cold hands all over her body and they pulled her backwards. Jill screamed in horror as the zombie moans came closer. The zombies knew they would get a fresh warm meal.
Even more, she tried to shake herself and to punch her way out. One zombie grabbed her neck with two hands strongly, and with a hissing sound it opened its drooling mouth and put its teeth deep in the side of her throat. The zombie felt her tasty, thick, salty, warm blood in its mouth and started to bite deeper shaking its head.

A big piece of flesh, sinews and some of Jill’s voice box got ripped off that turned Jills scream into a wet, bloody gurgle. Her blood oozed out from the wound and her mouth down on her clothes that turned them dark red. Another zombie had grabbed her left arm and bit her wrist so hard, that the wrist bones shattered as blood sprayed out, Jills Pistol fell out of her hand and landed on the floor.
A third Zombie crawled on its knees from behind, held her around her waist, and bit her back. The third zombie ran its hand right through her skin into her bacill ill felt how its hand had a grip on her ribs and how it strongly pulled a pair of ribs out. With a cracking, wet sound the zombie pulled the pair of ribs out from her body and put its mouth on the open bleeding wound. Being ripped apart from inside with by the third zombie’s teeth, Jill coughed up a new wave of blood and tried to scream in terror and pain again, however she once again choked on her own blood.

All the blood loss, extreme pain, and trauma made her feel very dizzy, all the while her muscles started to spasm and fail, she could feel her body begin to shut down. She began to lose feeling and strength in her legs making it impossible to remain standing. With her balance lost, the third zombies pulled her down; Jill slammed to the floor, slamming her back against the hardwood.
The zombies continued to eat her alive. They took a bite out of her soft, warm flesh, chewed it intensively and swallowed it and repeated it all over. Her Right hand is no longer a part her arm, jagged and and muscle in its place; a zombie has the hand in its grasp trying to swallow it whole. There was a hole large enough at the side of her stomach that one could see what was left of her ribs and internal organs.

Her vision slowly began to fade away, becoming black, however she could see two another hungry zombies had arrived and bent down to start ripping away her flesh from her thighs and legs.
“Oh god please make it stop” thought Jill, unable to scream or speak.
Her wish csoonsooner than she thought because when she lifted her head she saw a female zombie had climbed on top of her, and had begun to eat at her left breasts to reach the heart. The last thing Jill saw was a soulless eye of a zombie, as it had decided to eat Jill’s precious face. Her eyes went dark only after she was lucky enough to see the zombie rip a big layer of skin from her face. The last thing she heard was the wet chewing and swallowing noises and the sound of flesh being ripped apart.
Death embraced her….

The zombcontcontinued to eat on Jill’s lifeless body, until one by one they stood up and lurched away. Only two remained to eat some more on her limbs but eventually they stood up and lurched off into random directions and other rooms of the twisted mansion.
The bloody body of Jill Valentine lay completely still; the pool of her own blood began to soak into the hardwood floor and her clothes. It was a wonder how “intact” she was because only one hand had been removed from her arm…asl sol some other things…
The stillness of the corridor ended when suddenly the remaining hand and fingers twitched. Then again it started to shake and spasm and the hand closed and her legs jumped. What remained of her mouth went slouched open, a low gasp escaped from her badly damaged mouth and her eyes shot open. The pupils were gone; instead the eyes were now completely white.

Meanwhile, somewhere else in the mansion…

Barry Burton, the weapons expert for S.T.A.R.S. Alpha team, was walking in a corridor in the mansion where he and the others had sought safety from the strange dog creatures outside. He could hear their empty cries for blood from all directions, which drove Barry insane with anger.
He and his partner Jill had separated in the entry hall to hasten their search of the mansion for survivors. Barry was so worried about Jill; this mansion is full of the walking dead and Jill only carried a Beretta pistol. He prayed that he would see her again. He almost got a heart attack when he heard a woman’s scream of blood murder far away, and then it got deathly silent.
Barry quickened his pace as he went through a hallway and carefully opened the wooden door. The door took Barry into a small hallway that immediately shot to the left. Barry followed left then suddenly stopped in his tracks, his eyes widening in horror. If front of him were five zombies, three males and two females.

Their mouths slowly opened, almost regurgitating dark, red ooze that slowly trickled down their chins. The ooze was thick, and if Barry was correct, he could make out small chunks of something in their bile. Barry got a bad feeling, he thought of Jill, what if that woman’s scream was hers.
He raised his Colt Anaconda revolver, aimed for the zombies’ heads and squeezed the trigger five times. One by one, their heads exploded spraying bone, blood, and brains all over the walls. He now had one bullet left in the chamber.

Barry continued forward in that hallway, stepping over the zombie bodies until he came to a corridor, very bad lit. He had to be careful to move forward with his gun raised. Suddenly he saw a female figure standing about 3 yards away; it’s back turned to him. Barry saw it was´t a zombie cause he recognised the S.T.A.R.S. uniform and the matching beret. It could only be…
“Jill! Damn, am I glad to see you! I thought you were…”
It was Jill, but Barry knew something was wrong. The corridor was too dark to make out Jill’s bodily details, but still Barry could not shake the hunch that something was wrong. She was standing in an odd position: her head lowered and a space missing where her right hand should have been.
“Jill are you alright? Are you hurt?”
She heard him. Raising her head, Jill lurched as she started to turn around.
Barry froze, his heart sank and the blood drained from his face. How could this be, why of all people?


What happened to the sweet innocent young woman he once knew? Why instead of Jill there is this bastard of what-is-left-of-her-skin and bone? Her once blue uniform was soaked dark red with fresh, wet blood. Her one remaining eye was blood-shot, and yet it had no pupil. That sweet smile that greeted Barry every morning is no more; all Barry saw was where Jill’s lips used to be, showing a toothy permanent grin, her teeth stained with blood. Barry’s eyes dropped to Jill’s lower abdomen. There he saw a large gap, Jill using her bloody-stump-of-an-arm to hold in her own large intestine. Barry watched as she swayed back and forth, causing strings of her own intestine to slip past her arm and crumple to her feet. There was another hole by her left breast; this regretfully allowed Barry to see Jill’s ribs and rapidly beating heart. A third opening on her side revealed more ribs, some of them were either missing or broken. A large chunk of her throat was also gone. She had dozens of teeth marks on her legs and arms, in different sizes and depths. Fresh blood still flowed from her gaping wounds.

Barry knew not what to do or what to believe. Just hours earlier he and Jill had talked and laughed together but now she was… was… nothing, a walking corpse, a freak of nature, a monster. Thousands of thoughts raced through Barry’s mind, causing him to shake and sweat. Barry knew if the same were to happen to him, Jill would end the suffering for him, but now the roles are different and he knew what to do.
Jill started to limp towards Barry, a squish with every step, her boots filled with blood. A terrible, wet moan came out from her mouth as she raised one of her arms towards Barry while getting closer to him.
Barry could not tell if her moaning was of pain, sorrow or hunger. Nevertheless, that could not stop him from what he had to do. His hands shook as he raised his gun. He aimed right between her eyes and held his breath.
“I’m sorry Jill… Please forgive me” said Barry as a single tear ran down his cheek.
He then closed his eyes and squeezed the trigger. He heard Jill’s head splatter into pieces, her body flying back against the door behind her then collapsing in a heap to the floor. He did not even look at Jill’s body after that, but only turned around and left.