Gore Test
By: Gardie
AN: Wrote a long time ago to see whether I could write gore. Here it is. It's been slightly improved. And as
a last note; don't read if you can't handle blood and gore. If you can't you shouldn't have played or
watched Resident Evil anyway.
The undead zombie hound stepped closer, its blunt claws clicking on the cold concrete floor. It stared at him with its lifeless milky eyes. It opened its mouth and snarled menacingly, thick saliva dribbled down its muzzle to fall in long sticky threads on the floor. Leon stepped back, his sweaty hands clenched tightly against the military-issue machine gun he was holding, he was unsure how many bullets remained. As the dog walked forward he could clearly see its contracting muscles where the skin had torn off, leaving only firm red tissue. When it leapt at him Leon tried to block the attack by raising the gun sideways. The dog's teeth ripped into his left arm, cutting through his flesh down to the bone. When it landed the dog ran a few paces behind him before turning to face him again, its muzzle painted with his fresh blood. Leon spun around to follow the dog. Bright crimson blood flowed from his deep wound, staining his clothes and forming shining red rivulets of blood over his immobile hand. The muscles and tendons had been severed, his arm no longer responded to his commands; all he could do was feel the intense, excruciating pain. Grimacing from the pain, he used his right arm to raise the gun's barrel until it pointed at the zombified dog. As the dog made a second attack, Leon pulled the trigger. The sound of the gun firing echoed through the concrete corridor as 600 rounds per minute slammed into the dog. The dog was flung backwards from the force. Dark, coagulated blood splattered on the wall and floors. Shaking itself the dog rose from its punishment, thick blood oozing slowly out of its wounds and dripping on the floor with sinister plopping noises. Its chest had been broken open revealing a black heart beating the thick life fluids through the dead body. Leon desperately pulled the trigger again but only a single click sounded. All the bullets were gone. The dog gave a wet growl and sprang. Its hungry jaws closed over Leon's unprotected neck and closed with a crunch of breaking bones. Leon fell back with a gurgle. Blood bubbled out of his torn throat, leaking into his lungs. Leon couldn't feel it though and he watched from above as the dog ripped his stomach open, spilling his guts all over the floor. Blood pooled on the ground and everything blacked out.
The End