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  "Fuck me," Jill whispered.

  It was abhorrent how the night went from bad to worse. The mission had been an utter disaster and she was not sure how to process the moment aside from the vain hope that she had partied too hard and someone would wake her up soon. Her last drunken one night stand spoiled that hope because she had not touched one drop or hooked up in the six months since. The team members were experienced veterans and top notch cops, but no amount of training or preparation could have prepared someone for the nightmare that had trapped them. The situation had become too much to take somewhere between a mansion built to trap them and the monsters that were now out to eat them. Jill tried to be rational about it, but sense and logic went out the window not two minutes after the team broke into the condemned mansion.

  The putrid stink and caked dust were what one might expect in an old house that was supposed to be incomplete and abandoned. The classic rosewood decorum and expensive atmosphere on the other side of the thick double doors not so much. The active power and overall condition of the main hall made it evident that someone had lived there past whenever it was supposed to have been abandoned. To discover it in one piece when it was reported to have collapsed into the basement and taken seventeen workers with it made the team suspicious that it had never even been condemned. To be in the center of this conspired scenario made the anxious operative that much more aware of the sidearm at her hip.

  The team never got the chance to discuss it before a random gunshot drew their attention to the west wing and their commander ordered them to check it out. Captain Wesker chose to remain in the entrance hall with one of the radios and the complaint that he would slow them down with a sprained ankle. The team stormed the dining room to spot the massive blood puddle on the other end of the room. Barry Burton was quick to point out that there was too much; that the puddle was twice the amount an average man could lose without bleeding out. The crimson pool was recent too and had not yet started to congeal.

  Chris Redfield moved into the next hall with his partner trailing behind and the career cops were stunned to discover a dirt-covered man on his knees over another man, munching at the prone man's throat like some ravenous animal. The scene was worse than the cannibalized bodies she had been made to inspect and the policewoman ordered the man to get up at once. He had to be one of the killers. The partners took aim as the cannibal stood, but the mission took one more dive into the bizarre when the man turned to meet them. The brazen brunette damn near took the shot then and there on impulse. He was not a cannibal. He was not even human. He was not even alive.

  He was a zombie.

  As irrational as it seemed, there was no other term to explain the walking cadaver that sized them up with the most vacant stare. Pale white skin had become rotten with advanced necrosis and most of the top layer had started peeling away like dead bark on a pine tree. Uneven teeth were now permanently visible where lips once were. The deep tissue damage in its torso looked like he had been eaten at some point. The casual attire it wore was covered in the dirt and grime of the outdoors. The tattered denim jacket it wore was dripping wet with the blood of its most recent kill. The putrid odor it gave off was nauseating. The zombie let out a miserable moan and came at them with its arms aimed right at her throat. The revenant tanked three hollow point rounds to the chest before it was put down by a quick shot to the head. The deep red blood that pooled around it had clotted and become thick like oil.

  Indeed, it was a zombie. There was not much else it could have been.

  The cannibalized man turned out to be one of their own and to discover him like this wounded her heart. Kenneth Sullivan was an accomplished chemist and reconnaissance expert that served on Bravo Team. He was a mild-mannered family man that liked to landscape in his spare time and looked forward to the desk job promised to him a month prior. His sidearm was caked in blood and the slides were locked back to indicate he had run out of ammo. The veteran cop had been the source of the shot and it hurt to see where it went. The bite mark near his throat and the exit wound out the top of his skull made it obvious. Kenneth went out on his own terms.

  Jill became quiet as she searched him over and came across some kind of ornament held in his opposite hand. It turned out to be some sort of arrowhead struck out of faux emerald with groves that made it look like the ornament was made to fit somewhere like a puzzle piece. Jill knew it must have been important for him to have had it and put it in a pocket of her flak vest. Chris announced he would remain with the corpse and sweep the west wing for the others. Jill returned to the main hall to discover their captain had disappeared and it became apparent that the three were on their own. Barry took command with some trepidation and ordered them to spread out to cover more ground.

  Jill had been able to figure out that the mansion was no normal house around the time she came across the private cemetery. The arrowhead turned out to be a key that opened a secret passage in the mausoleum that led down into the most macabre family crypt. An ominous book on display in the crypt spoke of four masks that were needed to open the metal coffin that was chained up overhead. The same verse was on every page of the creepy little novella and placed in the cover of the book was a single gold key with a sword emblem on it that would unlock other parts of the mansion. The officer returned to the main hall, noticed one of the doors had been marked with the same emblem and made the decision to push forward.

  Jill breached the east wing and put down several more zombies and even some of the undead hellhounds that chased them to the mansion. A quick sweep of the apparent recreation rooms turned up no other survivors and offered no evidence as to what purpose the mansion served. The house should have broken down over time, but someone must have been around to keep the place maintained and someone had kept the power running. The corridor lighting was dimmed with unnerving purpose and the torrential downpour outside created a most oppressive aura that numbed her to the bone. The mansion was built like a monument to the tropes of horror novella. The anxious brunette did not heed her own dread and probed deeper into the east wing, ammo low and nerves rattled.
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Jill crept around the corner and ran up the next staircase with the utmost caution. The staircase moaned as her bloodied boots came down on the waxed rosewood that made up the carpentry of the mansion. Her sidearm went out in an arc as she swept the corridor to make sure there were no more zombies waiting in the dark to leap out and open her throat. The pistol was warm with recent use and the telltale scent of spent rounds made a cocktail with the stench of aged wood and ancient dust. The three zombies on the staircase and the six others dropped in her wake took three rounds apiece to put down and that made her want to scream. The mansion had cut her down to her last magazine and in nine rounds she would be reaching for the blade in her boot. Using any weapon she had little experience with was not a pleasant prospect.
Jill pressed onward and threw an occasional glance to the wide windows, paranoid that none were secure even up on the second floor. Too bad there wasn't much to see. The extreme summer heat and torrential downpour met to create an eerie mist over the mountain range that made it impossible to see more than a couple meters. The roar of the thunderstorm came on occasion to make her jump at new shadows. The mansion was quiet otherwise, but that constant silence ate at her resolve more than the zombies. There had been no other screams or gunshots across the mansion and none of her teammates had hailed her or answered her on the radio. Jill dreaded that she might now be on her own.

  Jill moved into the next corridor to spy two more zombies in one corner with their backs to her, eyes on the wall as if mesmerized by the cobwebs. There was a moment she was about to put them down, but there was no reason to waste the ammo and she was not about to resort to her boot knife. The zombies made it impossible to proceed down the corridor and double back toward the main hall. Jill lamented her luck as she crept to the nearest door and slipped into the next room. The policewoman made each move with survival in mind and made the detour to avoid confrontation with the undead. Jill liked to think she was one of the smarter cops out there, but no one could have predicted what awaited her in the next moments.

  “I need a raise…” Valentine spoke, in awe at the executive office the room turned out to be, knowing that the price of the rosewood office set alone would have probably exceeded their operations account for the next twelve months. The wood was ancient too, the various pieces carved out of the same tree by a master carpenter to be a one-of-a-kind collection. The round desk that took up one corner of the room was covered in bits and bobs that demonstrated the apparent wealth of the mansion. The armchair on the other side of the desk was like a throne compared to the two that sat on the outside for the occasional meeting. The drawers and bookshelves were stocked with books and tomes that were decades out of time and the occasional folder with more modern paperwork. The second desk was a nice piece too, suggesting that even the assistant who sat in the corner earned more than the cops combing the mansion. To see how some of the present papers came off an ink printer made her that much more suspicious the situation went even deeper.

  Jill did a quick search of the room and came upon some sort of memorandum left out on the desk. The document had been printed the previous month and was quite the grim read:
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  Memorandum on the Disposal of Dead Bodies

  We have discovered new information regarding the creatures in the mansion. We are well aware that the creatures come back to life even after appearing to be dead. However, it is possible to prevent the carriers from becoming active again.

  At the moment, there are only two known ways to prevent resurrection.

  1 – Incineration: The bodies will not resurrect if it is burnt to the point it cannot recover. To ensure total incineration use oil or some other flammable liquid. Kerosene should be available in the storerooms around the mansion. Total cremation is not advised.

  2 – Destruction of the Head: The bodies will not resurrect if the brain stem has been severed. It is recommended that the head be crushed or decapitated to ensure the bodies do not get back up. A bullet or sharp blow to the head is the best alternative. Direct confrontation with carriers is not recommended.

  To those who still have the will to live, the survivors will be meeting in the main hall one week from the date of record to make a run for it. In the meantime, we must ration our supplies and hope that management does not make a move before we get our chance to escape.

  DOR: 15 JUNE 1998
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  Jill could not move as it all sunk in.

  The grim memorandum had been printed in the midst of the media shit storm that put the team on the case of the cannibal killers. The initial attacks occurred not even three months prior on the edge of Raccoon City. To think that there were people trapped in this treacherous mansion at the same time the cops were working over wino witnesses made her nauseous. The time spent on the case had been a waste. The theories on the motive of the cannibal killers were somehow less than worthless now. This revelation hurt her heart on a professional level. The memorandum proved to her that the mansion was the source of the rabid abominations and kindled her resolve to uncover what had happened to make the dead walk.
Jill was not alone in the next moment.

  The sudden creak of the door made her drop the document, turning around and drawing her sidearm in one practiced motion. The two zombies that had been loitering out in the hall had tailed her into the room and put her in a corner. The brazen woman did not expect to be ignored, but was somewhat surprised to discover that the undead knew how to work a doorknob. The action was made on instinct to be sure as there was no consciousness to be seen in the vacant stares aimed at her neck.

  Jill did not have time to think through the situation as one of the zombies moved at her with purpose. The revenant ran into the executive desk as the woman weaved to one side and seized the moment to kick him in the ribs with the toe of her boot. Jill had knocked down men twice her size with a kick like that, but the zombie was not hurt or even stunned by what must have been three cracked ribs. The other zombie continued to haunt the door in an apparent attempt to keep her trapped. Jill could have used her sidearm, but had precious little ammo to use as it was and opted instead to get out of the room.

  “There!” Jill was quick to spot the other door that went unnoticed in the corner of the room, across from the executive desk in a classic workplace power play that allowed whoever ran things to stare down their visitors. Jill knew the door would lead back out into the other hall and made a run for it. The woman ran into the door to discover it had been locked on her side. The two zombies at her back did not allow her time to consider it before she released the lock and threw open the door.

  Jill had not even a second to notice the zombie on the other side before it seized her throat and forced her back into the room. The assaulting zombie pushed her back until her butt hit the rosewood desk and the corpse with the cracked ribs moved in. Jill tried to bring up her sidearm as the third zombie took hold of her tactical vest and slammed her down hard onto the cluttered desktop. The impact knocked her pistol loose and it disappeared over the side of the workstation. Jill tried to reach for the blade in her boot, but the third zombie was quick to seize her wrists and keep her pinned to the desk. The woman wanted to kick loose her captor, but there was no chance as the assertive zombie now stood between her open legs. Jill knew it was over as the other two moved in on her and braced for one of them to tear out her throat... but the pain never came.

  Jill did not die as she expected, but was aghast when the third zombie began to grind its hips into the crotch of her pants. The zombie let out a subtle groan as it plowed her crotch and she swore it was one she had heard from the men she took to her bedroom. The other two zombies stared dumbstruck at the scene as if there was no reason to be impatient. Her mind seemed to shut down over the implications of it all. The situation was bizarre enough with the not-so-abandoned mansion and the cannibal killers turning out to be real life zombies, but to have one try to fuck her was just too insane to accept. The feeling of the zombie actually becoming hard almost made her beg them to kill her.

  “Please no! No! Someone stop this!” the captured policewoman screamed in vain as the revenant's rough movements began to excite her in spite of how traumatizing this should have been. The woman was soon hot like there were pheromones in the air and no amount of willpower was about to make her body stop welcoming it. The third zombie proved more active in the moment as it began to paw at her tactical vest and became more aggressive as it attempted to remove it. The man was dead and still wanted to play with her tits. The woman tried to fight back that much more as the noticed the other two zombies unzip and start stepping out of their trousers with some clumsiness. The buxom brunette wanted to keep screaming until someone heard her, but what the zombies unveiled encouraged stunned silence.

  The three zombies were supposed to be rotting apart, a couple thousand books and movies on the undead supported this, but the engorged cocks on the wanton pair proved intact enough to be rock hard and throbbing with anticipation. There was no obvious disease or decomposition visible on the plumbing and the only symptom of their undead status appeared to be the consistent paleness. The two zombies measured out at over seven inches apiece and easily outgunned most men she had taken home that she could remember. Their scrotums also appeared to be intact and implied that this mystery sickness, for who knows what reason, ignored what most men would consider most precious. The third zombie that had her pinned to the desk must have picked up on her shock because it picked that moment to release her and unzip to unveil an even more impressive erection.

  The brazen brunette got no chance to make a move before the third zombie's iron mitts grabbed her pants and damn near ripped her off the oversized desk trying to remove them. The cornered cop tried to punch out the third zombie as it worked to remove her belt, but the amorous cadaver did not stop even after the third blow knocked out some teeth. The other two moved up as the lead zombie unclipped her duty belt and it dropped to the floor next to her sidearm. The other two zombies reached out to seize her arms as her dark blue cargo pants were unbuttoned and ripped down over her combat boots. Jill went crimson as the zombies came across the black bikini panties she had worn into work as opposed to the sportswear or spandex she often wore on missions. Jill was not too concerned about it now, but it was the scramble to move out immediately that sent her into the mountains wearing provocative lingerie.

  The zombie lacked the consciousness to noticed the ironic undergarments as it moved into position between her thighs and pulled her to meet its hips. The woman groaned with disdain as its anxious cock prodded her silk-covered slit and shivered under the calloused hand that thumbed her underwear aside. Her womanhood was wet with her own treacherous juices and put up little resistance as the zombie buried its ghoulhood to the hilt in one thrust. The pinned captive cried out in unwanted pleasure as the lead zombie began pumping into her with an angry vigor that went against everything people thought they knew about the undead. The zombie's every movement made her hips rise up off the desktop. The zombie snarled like an animal and its maw rained drool on her thighs as it drove into the woman. The walking cadaver was in rapture and she had to wonder why she had stopped screaming.

  The other two paid no mind to the alpha zombie and wasted no more time making the moaning policewoman tend to their own pleasure. Their resistant captive thrashed about on the desk as the opposite zombies pawed at the thick cord that kept the tactical vest in place and moaned in denial as the armor was opened to reveal the standard blue shirt worn beneath it. The armored vest was put out of mind as the pair moved to explore her well-endowed breasts. The two each used one hand to keep her arms pinned with the other squeezed and prodded her tits with the patience of an overexcited teenager. Jill was too preoccupied with the thick cock in her crotch to keep them from reaching under her shirt to grope at her warm mounds.

  The alpha zombie went in deep on each thrust to the point its cock kissed her womb and picked up the pace once the other two had their prize occupied. The sound of the wet sex echoed in the room as its hips drove into the woman with primeval purpose. The captivated woman saw no chance to escape and it was to her distress that not even her mind was under her control in that moment. Jill wanted to pass out or put her attention elsewhere, but the unpleasant heat in her bloodstream kept her lucid and focused on the act. Her hormone drunk mind instead noticed how the zombie cock throbbed and twitched with excitement as it plowed her tight cunt and concluded it must have been somewhat alive. The career cop would never admit her own excitement in that moment over whether or not the zombies would be able to...

  Her answer came as the alpha zombie got at the new angle and picked up the pace. That thick cock slammed into her womanhood with enough roughness to bruise the inner walls. That iron grip held her wide hips like a vice as it pulled her into each pulverizing thrust. The lead zombie moaned more and more as it slammed into her like an animal made insane with its own lust. Jill moaned with unchecked rapture as the zombie gave it to her so much harder than the mild-mannered men she was prone to take home to her bed. To realize that not even the worst of them had it in them to be so rough and uncompromising with her made her that much more excited. The ravenous zombie was not able to care as its piecemeal mind was consumed with a man’s two most basic animal instincts: to eat and to breed.

  Jill was aware the zombie was getting close by how its cock twitched in her tightness. The thoroughbred zombie resorted to a new pace, coming out to the cockhead and skewering her to the hilt without even the slightest restraint. Jill moaned or screamed whenever their hips cracked against one another. Her toes curled in her boots and her nails dug into her gloved palms as she was possessed by the undead denizens of the mansion. The whole encounter was over in one or two minutes and the woman moaned with guilty passion as the zombie gave one more penetrating thrust and blasted its rotten load into her welcoming womb.

  Jill trembled as the steaming torrent painted her womb white and took note that her heart went numb with her own sweet climax. The zombie moaned as it kept humping her sore quim, instinctively milking its swollen girth into the warm woman until its reserves were emptied. The cock came out with an audible pop as the zombie fell back into the bookcase and the woman took the moment to bask in the afterglow. An avid protection user, Jill was not that accustomed to the flooded sensation beneath her stomach. Her sex life had not been pure vanilla up to that point, but it was a new experience to be taken and pounded so thoroughly. The brazen policewoman was covered in sweat and the volcanic heat in her blood did not subside. For a moment, she wondered if she was sick, but quickly realized what would help whatever ailed her.

  "You two want me now?" Jill had precious little time to muse on it as the other two zombies took their chance to crawl up on the rosewood desk to join the welcoming woman. Jill got up on her knees as the pair came to meet her with their own anxious boners and promises of that much more pleasure. The zombies paused as their prize went to work to completely remove that obstructive cotton shirt and the silken black bra worn beneath it. Her cum-stained panties came off too and all three items were thrown across the room as if to prove she would not resist them. This tempting gesture left her clad in little more than her combat boots, tactical gloves, the gauze on her arm and the six pins that held her chocolate mane in place.

  “Well?” Jill looked to the hidden blade in her boot and then back to the seemingly awestruck zombies with the most devious smirk. “You morons want me or not?”

  The two went to work at once and were soon back to groping and caressing the sweet supple curves of the determined survivor. The zombies seemed to show an obsession with her tits and ass as their roaming paws kept moving back to the titillating curves. Their own anxious cocks visibly throbbed with each pinch and squeeze. The undead were not too different from normal men in that regard. Jill was an attractive woman known to turn heads with voluptuous breasts and a nice round butt. Her abdomen was trimmed from constant cardio and occasional aerobics while her arms were softly toned from time spent on the bench. Her pouty good looks and overall demeanor belied the warrior within. The veteran cop put in the work to take on men twice her size and managed to look hot at the same time. A woman like that could have lived well on her sex appeal alone and she knew it, might have even considered it once or twice, but police work had become her passion and provided purpose no other career could match.

  Jill knew the amorous zombies were prepared to take their turn when their roaming mitts went to her arms and repositioned her on the overpriced workstation. The zombie with the cracked ribs drew her toward it as it laid on its back and made it a point that its cock was between her knees. The other zombie moved its mitts to her waist as it got to her rear and their intent was made loud and clear as its cock prodded her butt. The buxom brunette was nervous in that moment. Jill was no slut, but then she was no prude. Jill was an adventurous woman who liked to live in the moment and there were times that it led to some odd bedmates. That said; she was not the kind of woman who would take on two or three men at once and had never even allowed someone to plow her like a bitch.

  The zombies did not allow her to back out and seized her waist from the top and the bottom. Jill moaned as she was pushed down to be split open on the waiting cock. The zombie on the desk got some payback for its cracked ribs as it reached around to manhandle the twin globes of her ass. The wanton survivor groaned as the revenant rammed its cock into her well-lubed tightness and began to move its hips with purpose. The other one took the chance to take her waist and rammed its own girth into her ass before the woman had time to prepare for it. Jill moaned at the surprise pain as her rear was spread wide by the second zombie and cried as the two slammed into her at a skewering pace.

  The executive office echoed with excited moans and slapping hips as the two amorous zombies made a sexual sandwich of their hapless prize. The virgin pain was put out of mind as the cocks stabbed into her at a practiced pace and the way each one came out and drove back in at the same time made her moan even more. The veteran tried to boost up on her knees but soon went limp between the sex-crazed cadavers. The undead did not tire or compromise in their conquest of the woman and never once broke the hammering pace. Jill moaned as she hit her climax once more and felt her entire being burn as the raw pleasure stoked the inferno in her bloodstream.

  The strange bite on her forearm became hotter and hotter as the venom of the avatar thrived in her heated bloodstream. The alien heat wiped away the guilt over the pleasure she took from the encounter and in that moment she was relieved of the nervous horror she entered the room with. The woman awoke to new vigor as her curvaceous hips began to move in tune with the thrusts. The most mischievous glint now shined in her sapphire gaze and her pouty lips cooed sweetly as the pounding went on without pause. The survivor shivered at the electric sensation that ran down her spine as an incredible change took root in her mind and body. Her renewed mindset was just the beginning.

  “Come on! Fuck me!” Jill moaned at the ravenous undead as their hips rocked her body and their weathered hands grabbed at her supple curves with a mean grip. The zombies drove in at a rougher angle as the amorous woman arched her back and boosted up on her arms. Her mind swam in an orgasmic miasma as the two picked up the pace to accommodate the movement of her own hips. Jill was so caught up in the threesome that she didn’t even notice the third zombie had recovered until it stood at the desk with its renewed cock aimed at her lips.

  Jill smirked as the zombie slipped one hand into her chocolate stands and guided her mouth to wrap around its waiting cock. The other zombies kept up their awesome pace as she ran her tongue over the cock to taste her sweet juices still on it. The alpha zombie did not settle on a mere blowjob and forced the woman onto its cock until it hit the back of her throat. Jill was not about to argue as she used an extensive oral skill set to get the zombie off even as her hips moved to the beat of the other two. The zombies did not once break pace as the paranormal foursome carried on with the same intense fervor. Five minutes or more must have passed like this before the bizarre encounter came to an end.

  The three zombies hit their peak within the same moment and their rigid cocks began stabbing that much harder into the slutty survivor. The ligaments in her spine popped as the two rear zombies rammed in with one more hard thrust and the third forced its cock down her throat. Jill hit her own climax as twin bursts of steaming hot cum blasted her womb and bowels. The third blew one shot into her stomach and then drew out to shoot the rest across her crimson cheeks and into her open mouth. The foursome went limp on the rosewood desk and the tired woman slipped into the afterglow once more. Jill just laid there as her mind sobered enough to crawl out of the haze and concentrated on the moist breath on the back of her neck. The woman did not panic to her own surprise as if she somehow knew in her heart the three zombies were not about to eat her. That they would not dare.

  Jill did not have time to muse on it as the alpha zombie let out an odd sound like a croak and hit the hardwood to the side of the desk. Jill had some immediate theories, but did not need to examine the zombie to know it was now dead as a doornail. The ones that made up the bread of the sex sandwich were soon dead in the same manner and left her pinned between their lukewarm bodies. The woman was not sure what to make of it and laid there a good minute or two before she got out from between the limp cadavers.

  “Too bad...” Jill signed before she went to work.

  The bodies were piled in the corner of the room and she then set about picking up the clothes and equipment that had been strewn about. A piece of the silk linen curtain was cut from the nearest window and used to wipe up the cum and sweat that stuck to her skin. A water bottle was taken out of the icebox and used to wash more out of her hair. Jill still felt tainted as she rearmed and redressed in a room that bore so much damning evidence of the impromptu gangbang. The policewoman examined herself in a mirror and then continued her sweep of the room for clues on what to do next. Her mind had sobered and her shame had returned, but it was numbed. There was no time to dwell on the situation while there might be other survivors to be found and a little sex was not about to make her ignore the mission.

  It was with that determination that she moved on to search the desk, not knowing what amorous encounters awaited her around the next corner.
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  Author’s Notes: Yeah… This turned out to be much more of an intro chapter than it was intended, but it had to set the tone for the rest of the encounters. I am a bit OCD when it comes to initial action chapters and wanted to get some parts of it out of the way as soon as possible. Future chapters will likely set up the encounters without too much exposition.

  I did not bother to describe our heroine as it would be a moot point. It might be worth mentioning that there were some minor changes to her vanilla appearance. For one, those armored shoulder pads that never made sense are now a dark blue flak vest not unlike what the rest of the team wears. That beret also won't make an appearance here if only because it would be impractical to wear something like that out in the woods. Or you can assume she would have probably lost it running away from the dogs. Otherwise, the outfit is the same, not that the monsters will allow her to keep it intact for long.

  To eliminate plot holes, I like to think the various key pieces were put in place a couple weeks prior to the initial outbreak to be part of the planned test scenario. This supports that people did not have to collect puzzle pieces and evade death traps to visit the kitchen or use the mansion's only bathroom prior to the outbreak. The outbreak deactivated normal access means and solving the puzzles are now the only way to get around the lockdown. This would explain how the undead are in most rooms of the mansion if it had been locked down since the initial outbreak. Also, this theory makes it easier on me to take out the numerous documents that pop up in-game to give hints on how to progress.

  Once more, I am open to recommendations on how to approach the various encounters and am glad to use good ideas to better write them.
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