Infinite Terror: Infinite Reversal

Chapter 191 Jill
Jill stared at her rotting, distorted face in the mirror, retching as she knelt on the ground... The discomfort emanating from her body made her thoughts chaotic. In a brief moment of gasping for breath, she finally got up and stared intently at the familiar yet unfamiliar face in the mirror.

The next moment, Jill reached for the pistol on the sink… the gun had somehow ended up there, as if it were meant to be lying there. And now, the gun was pointed at her temple.

Her body was still rotting, dripping filthy blood that mixed into the pool below.

Jill pulled the trigger.

"call……"

Jill woke up from a nightmare again and saw her messy desk again... It seemed she had fallen asleep while sorting through the clues again. The only difference was that the calendar on the desk was crossed out all the way to "27", indicating it was the evening of September 28th.

After returning from the Arklay Mountains, Jill was in terrible physical and mental condition. The nightmarish scenes in the mansion and the threats she had never faced before tore open holes in her strong heart... and within those holes lay a rare vulnerability and fear.

Perhaps she was genuinely infected with something, or perhaps she was extremely exhausted, but Jill developed severe sleep problems during her investigation in Raccoon City. She couldn't fall asleep at normal times, yet she was excessively sleepy... So Jill had to work non-stop searching for information and organizing clues. After gathering as much intelligence as possible on the recent Hive incident, Jill's body also reached its limit.

So her sleep schedule was completely disrupted, and she hadn't been able to work normally for the past few days. Apart from deducing some details, she had been in a semi-conscious state the whole time. Logically, this was the body's self-defense mechanism, but once she actually fell asleep, Jill found that it wasn't so wonderful.

The physical discomfort caused by mental exhaustion was amplified in her dreams, causing her to frequently dream of being infected and turning into the monsters in the mansion... With more experience, Jill was able to shoot herself directly in her dreams, reducing the torment of nightmares.

Jill hadn't left the house for the past few days, but for her, going out was meaningless. The report was ignored, STARS was disbanded, she was suspended, Chris and Barry went to Europe, and the investigations were all completed... There was no one outside, and nothing needed her.

Alongside her deteriorating physical and mental condition, the investigation into Raccoon City was progressing... This was good news, even arguably the key factor. Therefore, Jill was basically indifferent; she'd be leaving Raccoon City in two days anyway...

Jill went to the bathroom again. She said "again" because in her dream, she had looked in the mirror and fired a gun in the bathroom. This time, however, her steps were much lighter. Even though it was a nightmare, waking up felt better than being in the dream.

The mirror reflected a familiar, delicate face... Of course, there were no signs of any mutation, only a slight trace of having just woken up.

After washing her face, Jill wandered around the room in a daze... At this moment, she neither needed to immediately get back to work, nor did her mind wander. This state had never occurred to her before she was suspended from work.

Jill walked up to the wall covered with photos, her gaze sweeping over several faces she had never actually seen before, yet which were all too familiar to her…

Five people of Chinese descent and two of white descent were among those who last disappeared during the Hive incident. According to the available information, apart from the white man Matt Addison, the other six were all security personnel from Hive.

The highest-ranking officer was Alice, a white woman, followed by the bespectacled boy… According to relevant intelligence, they had contact with Umbrella Corporation's special forces during their escape from the Hive. However, Jill hadn't been able to find out the specifics of that mercenary group, their casualties, or their subsequent whereabouts.

To Jill's dismay, her efforts to find these people had been fruitless. She didn't know if they had been captured by Umbrella Corporation and taken to some experimental base, or if they had been silenced... Only some evidence suggested that Umbrella Corporation seemed to be searching for them as well, which gave Jill a glimmer of hope.

“We need more witnesses…” Jill sighed. Her gaze swept over the pizza box beside her; it was empty, after all, it was from several days ago… It was a gift from her colleagues, with whom she had a good relationship, after they learned of her suspension. There were notes from them inside, so Jill kept them for now.

Well, aside from having a jerk chief, the relationships among colleagues at the Raccoon City Police Department are generally pretty good.

What puzzled Jill was that she had been falling asleep unexpectedly every now and then these past few days, her sleep schedule was shockingly irregular... yet no one had contacted her. Thinking back, her last contact with the outside world seemed to be receiving pizzas from her colleagues.

Jill reached for the phone, but as she picked it up, she noticed something was wrong.

The original intention of purchasing this phone was to accommodate business matters... so different voices correspond to different states when she picks up the receiver, allowing her to switch between them easily. For example, automatic recording, anti-eavesdropping, and disconnection.

Damn it, her phone line is down!
Jill was suspicious. Although she knew her phone was reliable, she still decided to check if there was anything wrong with it first...

The next moment, the wall in front of Jill shattered with a crash.

Caught off guard, a powerful force struck Jill, who cried out in pain but immediately rolled backward.

As Jill looked up at the broken wall, a burly figure emerged from the dark stairwell.

As the dust settled, a man clad in leather approached Jill with unhurried yet incredibly powerful strides. Standing over two meters tall, with arms broader than any strongman… his face was covered by a leather hood, obscuring his features, but his exposed, blood-red, wrinkled hands confirmed that this man was definitely not human!

Nonsense, how could a normal human being break through a wall with their bare hands?

Before Jill could even grip the pistol lying to the side, a gust of wind struck her in the abdomen, sending her flying violently against the wall behind her.

This terrifying force... felt like being hit head-on by a car.

Jill gritted her teeth and sat up halfway, thinking to herself that at least she had the pistol. She raised her hand and aimed at the intruder's head in an instant... After firing a few shots, the intruder was unaffected and reached out to choke her neck.

The giant, pincer-like hand made it hard for her to breathe, but Jill was no pushover either. As the distance closed, she opened fire again. There wasn't even a splatter of blood; all those shots only managed to tear a hole in the attacker's hood.

Jill had assumed the newcomer had layers upon layers of defense, but now, with the help of the lamplight, she could see that beneath the hood... there was no defense at all, only a dark red fleshy color!

Damn it, is it protected by skin and flesh?
The force on his neck intensified, and Jill's vision went black. But the next moment, another figure suddenly appeared from the side and slammed into the burly body.

(End of this chapter)