New RE:3 DLC Part 3

Jill crushed the last of the leaves together in her gloved hands, the pungent mash staining her skin green. She didn’t know the dosage. Didn’t know if she was supposed to eat it, smoke it, or inject it into her veins. So she did all she could think of given her situation. She shoved a mouthful past her lips, chewed, gagged, swallowed. Smeared the pulp along her arms. Brought the rest to her nose and inhaled until the mixture burned her sinuses.

For a heartbeat nothing happened. Then she felt it.

The dwindling stopped.

“Thank fucking God,” she whispered, clutching the desk for balance.

Her eyes darted around, trying to gauge her size. The chair she had wedged under the doorknob earlier loomed like a monument. The top of its seat came almost to her shoulders. Jill’s stomach dropped. She couldn’t be more than two feet tall. Maybe less.

Jesus Christ. I’m fun-size.

But then. The shift.

Her body shivered and stretched. Slowly, inch by inch, her perspective changed. The desk wasn’t so massive. The chair not so towering. She exhaled in relief as she regained her height, muscles quivering from the strain.

She ran her hands over her thighs as they lengthened, savoring the feeling of her body returning. She might still survive this horror.

By the time she hit three feet tall she couldn’t wait anymore.

“Fuck this. I can move.”

She sprinted to the door, slipped the chair free, and bolted into the hall.

The zombies were waiting. Three of them, lumbering giants from her perspective. Their arms swung lazily as they turned toward her, mouths gaping. At her size they looked ten feet tall. Monstrous.

But Jill only grinned.

Her boots slapped the tile as she darted past their staggering forms, slipping between their legs, ducking under their swipes. As she ran, she felt her body continuing to grow. Each stride gained her an inch. The giants shrank with every second, their menace dwindling as her confidence surged.

“Not so big now,” she muttered, breathless but smiling.

She turned a corner, heart hammering. The flickering light glared off the vending machines ahead. Relief rushed through her. For a second, she thought she was safe.

Then she smelled it.

Flowers.

Her blood froze.

“Oh no. No no no no. FUCK!”

The aroma filled her lungs like perfume, sickly sweet, impossible to avoid. Her chest tightened. Her limbs tingled.

And then the shrinking began again.

Her view tilted upward as the vending machine stretched higher and higher, metal edges gleaming under the fluorescent light. Each heartbeat tugged her smaller, her boots slapping softer against the tile, her fingertips trembling as the seams of the machine seemed to climb into the sky.

She gasped, hugging herself. It was like being unraveled thread by thread, her body trembling with each shiver of lost size.

The moans behind her grew louder. The giants she had outrun were turning the corner, still towering, still ravenous. Their eyes locked on her dwindling frame, hunger lighting their slack jaws.

“Shit shit shit—” Jill stumbled back, barely reaching the base of the vending machine. It loomed like a skyscraper above her now. She craned her neck, chest heaving, her shrinking body pressed tighter and tighter against itself, every breath smaller, shallower.

How many doses do I have left?

She pawed frantically at her belt pouch, hands clumsy against the straps.

“Come on. Come on,” she whispered, fear and heat twining together as the floor seemed to rise under her feet, pulling her further down into helplessness. “Not like this…”