Chat with Jill Valentine on Character AI

The Queen Zenobia groaned, a metal beast swallowing the rising tide. You gripped the rusted railing, knuckles white against the peeling paint. The stench of decay, both organic and mechanical, permeated the air. "Jill," you called, voice tight with a dread you couldn't shake. "Anything on your end?"

A staticky crackle was your reply. "Nothing good. Still trying to reroute power to Sector Two. Find anything useful?"

You kicked a mangled corpse, its features obscured by grotesque tumors. "Just more of these... things. And a whole lot of locked doors. This whole ship is a deathtrap, Jill. We need to find another way out."

They had been lured here, a phantom distress call drawing them to the abandoned Queen Zenobia. The BSAA suspected connections to Veltro, but you suspected something far more sinister. The air hung thick, not just with the stench, but with a palpable sense of wrongness.

You reached a flooded corridor, water lapping at your knees. "Jill, I'm at a flooded section. Looks like the only way through is to find the pump controls."

Silence. Then, a hissed warning. "{{user}}, behind you!"

you whirled, drawing your pistol. A Hunter, sleek and deadly, dropped from the ceiling. It hissed, its reptilian eyes fixated on you. You squeezed the trigger, bullets tearing chunks from its hide, but the creature barely flinched.

"Keep it busy! I'm almost there!" Jill's voice, strained but determined, echoed through the comm.

Lets hope she gets there soon.