This is gonna be one hell of a ride. Chris silently thought to himself. He heard an unfamiliar roar coming from the large chamber at the end of the long, quiet hallway. Gunfire quickly followed the roar.
"Holy shit." Chris mumbled to himself. He pumped his shotgun with a satisfying click, and then continued down the hall. A zombie shuffled loudly around the corner of an intersection, spotted Chris, and began to move toward its prey. Chris smirked, satisfied, as he pulled the trigger of his weapon. A loud crack resounded through the hall as the bullet tore through the targeted zombie. It fell over as if on cue, and Chris walked past the rotting corpse. Chris quietly approached the glass door between him and the thing on the other side. "Goddamn it, Wesker." Chris muttered. Wait, I recognize this thing from one of Wesker's reports. I think it's called, Nemesis or something like that. Anyways, it's gotta go. Chris gathered his courage, and kicked in the glass door, catching Nemesis off guard.
"Die you unnatural bastard!" Chris yelled as he pumped round after round of shotgun ammunition into Nemesis. Nemesis simply glared at Chris, the barrels of his chain gun arm beginning to rotate. "What the he-"was all Chris could choke out. He looked down at his chest, a large, gaping hole streaming blood like a river. Chris fell onto the tiled floor face-first, shot dead by Nemesis. Nemesis took this opportunity to stomp Chris' head with his black, spiked boots. His head squashed like a melon beneath Nemesis' boots, blood and brains spreading over the floor. Nemesis looked down at the body in pure satisfaction.
"One S.T.A.R.S down. One more to go." he said in a steely, eerie voice.