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Jill Valentine stumbled through the dimly lit halls of the Raccoon City Police Department. Adrenaline still thrummed through her veins from her last narrow escape. The oppressive silence felt almost mocking after the cacophony of undead snarls behind her. She stopped at the front desk and crouched before the aged computer terminal, its screen flickering in the stale, lifeless air. A map. She needed a map to escape the horrors lurking below.

Her eyes flicked to the desk beside the terminal. A slender diary lay open, its leather binding cracked and yellowed pages trembling in the faint breeze. Written in a neat hand was the name: Researcher Sheila’s Diary. Jill hesitated only a heartbeat before flipping it open.

September 27th
I finally made it to the Raccoon City Police Department. My contacts at Umbrella told me Chief Irons would provide safe passage to the nest facilities below. That plan went to shit. Not only has the G Virus overtaken the city and flooded the station with zombies. Multiple experimental B.O.W.s called the Hunter Minimus have escaped. They can release a pheromone that literally makes their prey shrink in size. I managed to neutralize one by locking it in a room with two Lickers. The Lickers took it out but not before absorbing its pheromones. They were quite easy to neutralize being only the size of mice. But there are more of them.

September 28th
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
Why didn’t I think I would be safe from the pheromones. I thought I smelled flowers over the stench of rotting flesh. I must have been inhaling them the whole time I was running. I’m getting smaller and smaller. This pen. It’s getting hard to hold.

If anyone finds this you can halt the shrinking by combining multiple herbs found growing naturally in the city. Try to avoid these creatures at all costs. I hope your luck is better than mine.

I’m trying to write this but I’m getting so sm—

Jill swallowed. The page stopped mid sentence. Words trailed into indecipherable squiggles.

A low grumble echoed through the deserted hallway. Jill froze.

Then she smelled it.

Flowers.

Her chest tightened.

She felt it slip within her. A lightness. A strange pull in her body. She looked down and her vision tilted. Her body was changing. Her height dropping against the immovable frame of the room.

She was shrinking.

Panic exploded in her chest, as she turned to the desk behind her and grabbed for her inventory pouch. A single green herb rested beside a red one. The green would heal wounds. The red would ward off infection. None of it mattered if she continued to shrink.

She needed the blue herb.

She had to find one. Fast.

With that she grabbed the diary. Stuffed it into her utility belt. And sprinted down the corridor. Every inch of her mind and body fighting for survival.