He needed a while to fight his way out of the area around the city and avoided other soldiers to take notice of his presence when he simply ran through the mass of slowly walking infected people. He would hide in the next sidestreet when he could hear loud noises coming from the helicopters whose were still cleaning the whole mess. After what felt like an eternity, he reached the outside meadow of the city and followed the scent of the long urged seawater. His muscles burned while his vision was slowly fading. He hadn`t much time left. If it wasn`t for the virus within him working he was sure he would have suffocated not long after he faced his old Captain at the bridge of the skyscrapers.
The virus gave him power, it made him strong. It duplicated within his blood and supplied his cells with the much needed energy his body would not be able to produce. The virus affected his mind, the last bit of what was left of his human existence. And he felt that it was already being manipulated. He allowed the virus to enter his brain. And there he won`t be able to get rid of it. It remains, and the consequences are not yet foreseeable.
But he is alive.
It was a more than a welcomed feeling when the salty water touched his front claws and right away he pressed his face into the soft sand inside the shallow water. The salt burned inside of his small shot eye but it didn`t bother him much. He took deep breaths as the salty water rushing into his gills. The water was smoothing the pain of suffocating. It felt as if he would take a breath of air after holding it for more than 3 minutes. The pain of his injuries faded as if he was heavily medicated.
He let his body fall on the sand, the sudden pain of salt in his wounds stunning him for a while in which he just lay there without even moving his long tail behind him. The aching dried skin of his body parts that still didn`t see any water ordered him to move and crawl deeper into the ocean. When the water covered his whole body he started to swim and dove down automatically until his body would disappear fully in the water.
When his eyes started to open again he saw the sun shining down on a beach in front of him. The soft sand shimmered in different yellow and white colors that were blinding him for a moment. He lifted his head from the shallow water and found himself washed off at a shore near rocks and stones. He didn`t know where he was. No trees or palm trees around, just a shore that was built of sand, rocks and small pebbles.
When his nostrils moved and he sniffed the air he could smell the scent of roasting meat. It was a very welcomed and familiar scent which caused him to slowly stand up. His stomach did not see any food for a while – even for an infected monster craving lots of nutrients out of a mass of meat – it made his insides burn. A silent deep voice inside of him finally forced him to move from his spot.
The wound of his chest was still there, but not even a third as big as before. Soft meat and skin was surrounding the deep hole, his veins and arteries were already closed while larger barks at least closed the hole to prevent dirt from getting into his chest. The thicker blueish veins were pulsating outside the smooth skin while they pumped the remained blood through his muscles and flesh. Tiny sparks of orange lightning danced through his wound and formed a spider-like net.
He didn`t know how long he had passed out but it wasn`t very long. The distance the ocean dragged him towards the shore must have been over 50 miles. He remembered the city being at the edge of an island. This must be another island or maybe even the shore of another part of the country. In that distance he should be safe, he guessed. He didn`t need a headache of a fight that would kill him. He felt a deep dark desire for blood and killing. A desire that would soon show its true proportions.
Revenge.
No, it was the virus speaking deep within his mind, his personality. His human self still had enough pride and self-respect to know that it should fight that evil darkness that he allowed access inside his mind. He just needed to focus on getting healthy again. At first, he should eat something in order to regain a little bit of strength back. He opened his mouth to increase his smelling sense with the help of his tongue sticking out and moving through the air. Pictures appeared in front of his view, pictures of a soft tender steak with greenish bones and yellow potatoes.
He ate this stuff before... It was delicious.
He could remember that he was sitting on a chair at a bar while he ate this food when he was a human being. The plate was filled with green vegetables, yellow roasted potatoes and this wonderfully smelling juicy piece of meat... Perfectly grilled, steaming, fragrant and juicy steak without bones, cartilage or all the innards he has to eat since he turned into a 15 meter long lizard. With a crunchy crust….And the perfect colors of brown and red.
How he would like to have such a plate in front of him now. Well, he couldn't taste much. The memories of the taste of hot spicy, various spices or sweets remained, but he couldn't perceive any of them anymore, although he could taste the difference between salt and fresh water.
His eyes blinked wildly and looked in different directions while he was able to remember the bulky man sitting at the bar right next to him. He remembered himself looking up at him as his idol. Yes, he wanted to become the same man. Strong, without fear, bold, determinded... A hero. Although this guy was stubborn as hell and would sometimes piss him off because of his strong-minded will.
But now… With the deep feeling coming back, all he felt was confusion. His own mixed emotions with a strong urge for revenge, a dark hatred that developed in his head. He knew he would not hold back once he would meet the old Captain again. He knew he would be a danger to them.
He shook the thoughts off, he didn`t need that now.
That tasty scent let his mouth water and his tongue glide above his lips but before he could take one step he could hear a loud noise followed with a small vibrating of the ground. He lifted his head up into the air and his many eyes began to widen. A black helicopter was on its way towards him and it was much bigger than the others he saw in the city. The helicopter didn`t flew cycles or turned its direction, they were obviously looking out for him. Do those people never sleep and rest?
Apparently, these people were looking for him. He had drawn enough attention to himself since he dared to go ashore. It was not strange that people would never leave him alone, not to mention the military. He could only guess from his past how many generals, how many soldiers and organizations wanted to kill him, eliminate a danger, and above all how many scientists, greedy and trembling with salvia covered lips, were waiting to cut him open and examine him to expand their perverse fantasies or needs to increase their knowledge.
He'd seen it before. Dealing with the infected in a few scientific laboratories. All of the humanoid infected were dead, but the animal experiments didn`t let him go. They had to endure endless agony and torture until the different viruses killed them or they became so aggressive that they were eliminated. By fire or poison, whereby fire was usually the better option to prevent a possible spread or release of the virus. Of course, to protect humanity. And under the circumstances, he could understand that. An expansion would be like an apocalypse, as he had to live through some outbreaks together with his teams.
Of course, he would also be able to spread such an apocalypse - if he wanted to.
He didn`t know how he would release the virus from his body - not by blood or acid, otherwise he would have spread the virus among humans a long time ago and he would feel it. So it had to be said that the virus was inactive. But he was sure now that the virus had access to his mind he would be able to find a way to activate and spread it.
The sounds of the military helicopter became louder as it approached to search the shores.
He quickly turned towards the ocean and froze in place when he saw different big ships around the shore at the horizon and they were making their way towards him. This was a hunt. They were the hunters and he was their prey. Well, he and each possible B.O.W. around the place. With that injured still healing body he couldn`t defend himself well, he was under their mercy.
Each other B.O.W. would face them. It was their aggressive nature or maybe their killing instinct he guessed. The virus within him also seemed to respond to the enemies approach but he would not will to fight in that condition. Whatever it was that would cause the usual B.O.W. to face its death, he hadn`t got the same. He was different. He was much smarter and was able to think straight. He figured out that he kept that habit of his old self when he was a human being. He always was able to keep calm and used his brain in dangerous situations. His brain was now telling him that he needed to escape – and its voice was much louder than the voice of the dark virus trying to break out in full force. He didn`t want to die, yet.
He lowered his body in a dangerous expression when the helicopter came closer. It flew low and he managed to see the soldiers dressed in the same uniforms like the new Team of the Captain inside that were leaning out to search for their target. He didn`t need long to recognize the bulky man leaning outside and aiming for his target. He tried to lie down in between the rocks and used the virus power to camouflage his scales. A surge of orange bioelectricity crawled up his body and almost covered his skin while discoloring it. The colors of the sand and rocks soon camouflaged his whole body. He closed his eyes and tried to feel his environment as the helicopter came closer.
And indeed, they were flying around and searched for him. His blood began to boil as soon as they flew past him. He had trouble to keep the virus at bay. Luckily for him, they flew over him. He lay still and waited until they had finished watching the surrounding shores.
The minutes passed in pure tension. Every single muscle in his body was tense, ready to jump off to flee or attack. His heart calmed down when they flew in another direction, apparently away from his direction. But before he could "breathe", he felt vibrations of the ground beneath his body. To his horror, a large ship appeared next to him close to the shore. Men on the deck were searching the shore with their binoculars while others were ready with weapons. But even they would not discover him.
He thought so.
He noticed a red light coming out of one of the binoculars and twitched when the woman holding the telescope suddenly cried out and pointed in his direction.
"It's here! It camouflages itself between the boulders and stones directly behind the bay!" she yelled and the soldiers readied their weapons.
One of them took the radio in his hand and spoke into the device.
"Delta to Alpha, we located the B.O.W. close to the bay in between the larger rocks. I repeat – At the bay"
Growling, he moved his body and recolored his skin to its natural colors. His way into the ocean was a trap and would lure him right into his death. He hissed at them and decided to turn and run towards the land. He could hear the helicopter flying a half cycle before it began to follow him – with the Captain yelling and cursing loudly.
He could feel each step he made while the pebbles were stitching the soft skin underneath his palms. He forced his legs to run faster on land while he kept his tail away from the ground to avoid it to get hurt by the small stones and pebbles. He could feel the soft vibrations of bullets that hit the ground behind him as the soldier inside the helicopter tried to shoot him in hope to slow him down.
He growled and started to jump and run with sharp turns to confuse them. The bullets missed him by mere inches and the soldiers had problems aiming at him or where he turned. It was easy to take the sharp turns with his tail guiding the movements and rebalance his legs. It would also be useful when the helicopter flew closer – he could simply push it away with his tail and even cause damage to some extent.
He ignored the burning sensation inside his organs and pumped water from the water saving organs of his tail upwards into his gills. It made it easier for his body to produce bioelectricity and release arcs which his enemies needed to dodge. By the time he noticed that the man stopped to shoot while the helicopter still was flying practically above him. When he turned to look at them he heard screams from ahead.
By staying close to the shore and fleeing along the beach to avoid the towns or villages in the country, he ran towards a tourist beach. Just behind the dune he jumped over, he surprised the first tourists. Tourists were no problem to him, he knew they would not do him any harm so he wasn`t bothered when they crossed his way. He ignored the people screaming and running away from him and leaving their things behind which he smashed underneath his paws. A few women would stop and honestly tried to lecture the monster after destroying their favorite things such as books or glasses, umbrellas or expensive clothes before their family or friends would take them away. He ran directly towards a small group of young people that were celebrating a small grilling round at the sand dunes. They stood up and screamed while trying to run away into different directions.
His mouth was still wide open as he ran over the beach towels, glasses of beer, plates filled with food and clothes. The helicopter followed him close but they did nothing to stop him. Now he understood why they didn`t shot him. They didn`t want to hurt the people and therefore there was nothing they could do. That brought him an idea which could possibly safe his life for now. He made a sharp turn and ran after three young people while the helicopter flew past him and had to turn at first. He could hear the bulky man shouting at his comrades when they lost sight for a short moment.
He took this as his advantage and soon enough passed the people in front of him. He dug his claws into the sandy ground while he opened his mouth above one of the women and grabbed her by her clothes around her neck. She screamed out when he lifted her up and stopped in place. His sides were raising and falling quickly while his fins on his back moved with the fast pumping of his tail.
The girl hung at the tip of his mouth with her clothes ripped by his sharp incisors. Her hair flew in the moist air his nostrils released. She smelled delicious…Although the shampoo of her hair disrupted his sensible nose. Her weight hung at his teeth. No, a bag of nutrients hanging right at his mouth…
Wait, wrong moment.
When the helicopter came closer after its turn he pulled his tail close to his sides and got into a defensive position. He faced them with the screaming girl hanging at his mouth so the soldiers won`t shoot him and risk the death of that girl. But he couldn`t run away either. If he turned, they could take the advantage and shoot into his back and he couldn`t risk any more wounds since his body was still weakened due to the healing progress.
And to be honest. No one wants to get shot.
He could hear the gritting of the bulky mans teeth as well as he could see that angry face of him. The other soldiers inside that helicopter moved while one of them grabbed a huge gun. His eyes widened in shock while his body took a few steps back. He knew that weapon well enough, he`d been a sniper for a long while. He just forgot the fact that this gun could be placed into a helicopter as its basic weaponry.
He hissed even more as he slowly backed off while still holding the screaming girl in front of him as his human shield. It was a behavior that surprised the experienced soldiers. But it didn`t surprise their Captain. The man observed the reaction this monster did back at the fall from the bridge of the skyscrapers. That infected thing must have been a human being once or it was an experiment done by scientists of Umbrella Corp. on which they put more effort into the intelligence.
He felt his stomach getting filled with a liquid while his sides started to rise like a balloon that would be inflated. Maybe he could reach the helicopter and hurt the soldiers enough to win time for running away. In that rate he could not risk getting hurt just because he would keep himself back because he didn`t want to kill the Team. He suddenly started to run towards it while the bulky man now grabbed his bigger pistol and aimed at his head. The wild swinging of the girl kept his shots at bay while he stopped underneath the helicopter. The pilot seemed to answer his actions as the helicopter backed off and flew higher into sky.
He stood up on his hind legs and grabbed the girl in his right hand before the liquid formed a strong pressure in his throat that caused his spikes to stand up from his neck and his cheeks to swell. No one could follow his inner dilemma. He didn't want to do this, but something in him forced him to surrender to instincts regardless of losses.
The man`s eyes widened.
"BACK OFF!" he screamed, but it was too late.
He released the pressure as green and greyish acid was spit at the helicopter. It hit some men and ate its way through the walls of the machine. The men groaned and when their clothes started to smoke the others helped them out of them as quick as they could. The whole scene gave him a good feeling. The feeling when you're the strongest and no one can stop you. When you see your victims squirm in pain and scream before they are eaten away by your acid. The dark feeling overwhelmed him in a pleasant way. The soldiers were distracted and the Captain had a short moment of caring for his Team in a panic – a short moment of weakness. This was his chance.
He lost himself more and more. Tossing the girl into the air and opening his mouth wide, he snapped her in half and choked down both pieces. This silenced her screams and settled his stomach. He used all his legs to sprint off with the highest speed he could reach with his tail above the ground. His actions didn`t remain unseen. The shocked Captain growled out and used his gun to shoot at the monsters back now that it had no victim anymore that shielded it from bullets. He checked his men quickly and got sure that nobody got heavy injuries before he pushed his body on the pilots seat.
"You`re not getting away with this!" he roared, pushed the lever and grabbed the control stick.
The black helicopter headed forwards and flew lower before it slowly reached the creature again.
It was a pursuit like a fantasy novel. The monster kept stubborn and ran across the shore. It always checked the ships on the ocean and waited for an opening to escape. It would be nearly impossible to find the creature inside the oceans where it could hide in the depths of the waters. It would appear elsewhere and would hunt down humans again. And there was a high risk that it would spread a virus no one had any data about. This creature could cause the end of mankind. It was their mission to eliminate each threat to the world.
While the Captain now lead the helicopter next to the creature just above the ground, the soldier at the machine gun shot at its sides with brutal force which caused the thick hardened scales to break and let the bullets inside the scarred flesh from older wounds. It caused the creature to lift its head letting out a loud scream. But it didn`t stop it to run closer to the waters.
He ran into the salty water and used his gills to get new oxygen. It still was under gunfire and already readied itself to dive down into the ocean once it reached the deeper water. This should not happen!
Grabbing the grenade launcher, the Captain released a shot and hit the waters right in front of the creature. He hoped that this sudden strong attack would confuse the monster like it would confuse animals. And indeed, it happened.
The explosion of the sand underneath the shallow water in front of him stopped him dead in his tracks and he stood up on both of his legs in a panic like a horse might do. By now, the Captain noticed white foam dripping from the mouth of the beast and expanding further. Apparently the monster was under a lot of stress and that stress was causing something inside of it. It was almost killed in the city on the previous day, it fled and could not rest completely and is now on the verge of being killed. The body seemed to be severely weakened from all the wounds and could no longer heal.
His tongue hang out like a dog might do after a long trip while the bioelectricity around him seemed to disappear. He didn`t even seem to focus on the scene and collect his thoughts because everything he did now was to flee into the opposite direction of the explosion – right into land where it was in disadvantage. The Captain steered the helicopter closer to the creature that was now running on land while his Team fired at it with everything they had got.
By now he had lost every ability to think. He couldn`t even let the virus control his body anymore as everything he was thinking about was to run like a deer followed by a wolf. When he tried to avoid the man to shoot him even more with turning to the left, the Captain followed him quickly. There was no escape from that man`s strong will. This fit well into the Captains plan. He took advantage of the lack of orientation of the infected creature and pushed it in the direction where Kennedy's Special Forces were already waiting for it.
He just kept running straight ahead. He bumped against bushes and trees, skewered parts of his skin with pointed branches that broke halfway and got stuck in his flesh. The helicopter finally followed him over the trees and shot more grenades in certain directions from time to time, forcing him to flee straight ahead. The white foam filled his mouth and continued to drip from his mouth. He soon reached a large meadow and ran up the hill, the helicopter still close on his heels. His eyes soon opened wide as he ran down the hill on the other side and found a large road in front of him, blocked by several dozen vehicles and other helicopters. Before he could stop, he felt a big explosion in the ground behind him, triggered by another attack from the Captain, forcing him to keep running.
The Captain still looked at the creature running underneath them and heading towards the allies when he spoke into his mic.
"Leon. Prepare the final assault!" he ordered.
His partner gripped the control stick of the police helicopter he was sitting inside and frowned at the large infected heading right at them.
"Copy that… Ready.."
The people inside the vehicles readied their weapons and clicked the holsters. All aimed right at him. With determined eyes he suddenly lifted his head towards the helicopter with baring his teeth. He ran to the right and when his body reached the shadow of the helicopter, no matter if the Captain wanted to turn too, he jumped against the rods underneath the helicopters stomach and grabbed them with his teeth.
His hind legs buried their claws into the ground like the anchor of a ship while he used his full strength to pull the helicopter with him in the air in swinging and tossed it to the ground. The propeller hit the sand and before things went worse, the soldiers quickly hopped out of the helicopter before it would explode in place and burn them alive. The Captains` voice wasn`t unheard when he ordered them to roll off and run into safety as the helicopter caught the fire and exploded. The debris flew against the ground with full force and hit the pilot hard, sending him to the ground. When the bulky man turned he saw only a bloody mess on the ground.
He gritted his teeth and faced the creature that was now turning its face towards them in the distance of 25 feet. Its eyes were determined and he could see the same killer instinct he always sees in the eyes of a dangerous B.O.W.. But before the creature could land its first attack, the Special Forces already fired at it. It cried out in pain and soon hit the ground.
The soldiers of Alpha Team quickly got to their feet and grabbed their guns while aiming at the monster in front of them. Chris growled out and tightened his grip on his shotgun while taking slow steps forwards. His tail swayed over the grass in stress while he felt bullets perforating his body. But still, his fighting spirit rose. He focused on the men in front of him and hissed out while his tongue glided over his lips. With steady steps he buried his claws into the sand to keep his position while the tail flickered around behind him. The Captain aimed and shot at the large mouth of the creature, making a good hit when its legs started shaking and its eyes blinking and trying to focus on him again. He spread out all of his spikes on his body and let his charge build up inside of his inner organs that let. The blueish light that covered most parts of his body let him look more dangerous. Some soldiers seemed to hesitate but they quickly followed the example of their fearless Captain who kept with walking steadily with aiming at his many eyes. One single shot changed his defensive behavior as the bullet that was fired from Chris` magnum hit another eye of his earlier 20 eyes. He hissed and attempted ran towards them in pure rage. But he was blown from his legs when the police helicopter flew right against him and both rolled over the grass. The rotating blades of the helicopter cut the ground and some fins apart and distracted the mechanism of the motor. It began to burn and exploded with the beast unable to escape.
Chris quickly jumped to the side and rolled on his back. He straightened when he saw Leon standing up from where he jumped off the helicopter. He gave him a smile and nodded at his friend.
"Good job done"
"Yeah, I hope this will finish it completely"
Both men watched the fire of the helicopter and frowned once something moved the burning debris away. They gripped their guns tight in their hands and moved forwards.
"This cannot be" Chris muttered under his breath.
"Oh believe me, it can. I fought Simmons and you couldn`t even kill him with rocket launchers, burning petroleum or direct close firing from a damn helicopter" Leon sighed.
They had to watch as the creature shakily stood up with two sets of red big eyes glowing through the dark smoke. Rivers of blueish and reddish blood dropped from its body in an alarming rate. But it still was alive and glared directly at the two men.
"You gotta be kidding me" Chris reloaded his gun while Leon stepped forward.
"We are too old for this shit!"
With that, the creature released an arc of orange lightning that struck the Special Forces Agent into the chest and send him flying twenty five feet backwards. The sniper of his Team screamed out and pushed his Captain out of the way by running against him as the creature bolted forward and grabbed the poor soldier by his torso. He buried his sharp long fangs into the chest of the poor man and shook him in the air. Blood dropped to the ground and colored the greenish grass bright red as he spat the sniper in the air before his lifeless body was tossed to the side. The cries let Chris scream out in rage and he started to fire at the blood covered beast in full force.
While it struggled on its feet again Chris Grabbed his knife and jumped on its back. He tried not to slip from the multiple large wounds on the back and climbed on the many small spikes on its side and stopped at the neck where the large spikes were moving along with the inner charge.
Before the beast knew what would happen he pushed his blade deep into the soft skin between the thick scales and spikes. The following shrill cry forced him to clench his eyes shut. He squirmed and struggled while he shook his body in hope to get rid of the man who was clinging on his neck with the blade inside his flesh. He roared and tried to grab him with his right paw. The man kept stubborn and pushed the blade even deeper inside while he held his body between the many spikes. The tail that was now hitting the area around the man didn`t bother him.
He tried to grab the man`s legs with his paws but the said man always dodged his grip and pulled at the blade. Pure frustration rushed over him as he craned his injured neck and grabbed the right shoe of the man with his teeth. He pulled at him and swung him into the air before he threw the man roughly against the ground twice before he tossed him on the ground in front of him. He opened his mouth wide and snapped at the man`s right leg, the fangs sinking in fully and breaking the skin of his thigh. The Captain screamed out when the monster roughly ripped off his leg and choked it down. Blood gashed out of his stump and paralyzed him.
Everything around them happened in slow motion. Chris turned and held his chest with his right hand while his left hand grabbed a gun from its holster of his belt as he faced the giant face of the monster closing its distance to his torso. But it stopped only two inches above him. The red colored irises of its main eyes seemed to fade when the pupils widened and stared directly at the small man underneath him.
The man that was bleeding from his side and stump. A stump where his leg had been. The synapses of his brain worked again and connected together as his mind came back, his personality. Under him lay his captain, badly injured and winding in pain. His leg was gone and left a stump of bloody tissue and meat. The smell of iron filled his nostrils. It worsened the picture he saw in front of him and that burned its way into his brain.
His yaw started shaking and for some reason he found himself unable to move.
Chris had the 9 mm pistol in his hand in a firm grip, but he did not pull it. He looked the monster, his enemy, straight into the big eyes, whose iris now changed color from reddish-orange to a light hazel. He saw his own reflection in these eyes as they became seemingly more watery. He focused on the dark strokes and lines running through the hazel iris with many golden spots and orange tears.
He would not forget these unique eyes. It was the eyes of a soldier, an important person to him whom he saw before he died. The man who took bullets for him and did it again and again. The man who had infected himself for him and saved him from Haos. The man who wanted to sacrifice himself so that Chris could escape alone and safely into the escape pod. The man who let himself be shot without resistance by soldiers and wanted to die. The man whose remains were found at the bottom of the sea.
The man that lost his life and turned into a creature without memories and attacked humans. The man who lost himself for almost two years now and now started to come back.
As a child he saw himself playing on a children's playground with his classmates on the slide. He saw himself writing at school at an exam, with his typical Frown. He saw himself accepted at a military academy and trained with his comrades in the battle arena Close Combat. He saw him jogging on a beach among other soldiers.
He saw him graduating from the academy and joining the Special Forces. He was good at driving and he was the best sniper they had. He saw Chris with three other men approaching him after his training and shaking his hand, a smile on his face. He saw himself as a newcomer to Alpha Team, partying with his comrades and drinking a beer. He saw how close he was with his team. He saw how he had the girl with whom he had very close contact dead in his arms and mourned her. Merah Biji... He saw his captain put his hand on his shoulder and encouraged him. He saw his comrades die. Finn. Andy. Marco. Ben. Carl. Jeff. Keaton. Reid.
The man lay in front of him, his face already pale from the blood loss. He had ripped his leg out and even swallowed it. He ate one of his men. His stomach churned. He couldn`t look at him anymore. It felt like his heart would have been ripped out of his chest and was replaced by something different, something strange. The virus not only took his life and memories, it took away everything he stood for.
Chris noticed the monster moving away from him on very shaky legs. It turned its face away from him in hurt and looked at the ground. His ears ring and all he could focus on was the pain inside his chest. He felt something hitting his side and sending him flying backwards. Bones cracked when his body overturned several times before it landed on its right side and stopped.
She quickly ran towards the monster before it could move. She stopped 8 feet away from its form and walked calmly to its head with her gun aimed at its hazel eyes. To her surprise, it didn`t even struggle to its feet again but instead kept lying on the ground without moving. Claire Redfield stood at the head of the salamander that lethally hit Leon and ripped out her brothers leg, ruining his career as a member of the B.S.A.A. in the future. While her Team headed towards her brother and Leon, she checked out the monster with kicking its cheek while aiming at its eyes.
Everything he felt was pain flowing through each single brutally throbbing vein and muscle of his body while he found himself unable to move. He could feel small vibrations of the ground within the pain.
But he didn`t care anymore.
He had done enough damage and could only hope for them to be of use as a dead mass of blood, bone and tissue. He hoped they would probably work on a vaccine or important medicine out of his body to help people. Or anything else. He couldn`t stand being alive anymore. Not after his memories came back at full force and mixed in with the memories of what he did. Even the faint whispers of the virus didn`t motivate him to move a single muscle.
Claire`s foot kicked at his eye and reminded him of the situation once more. She gritted her teeth in pure hatred.
"You would have killed my brother…. My only family I have left.. You will pay for this"
Other vehicles stopped close to her while medics took away Chris` unconscious body and took care of him in one of the trucks. Her Team stopped behind her and nodded at her.
He had his eye open in a slit, watering and blurring his vision of the redhead aiming at his main eye with an Anti-Material Rifle only 2 feet away to keep sure that the bullet would penetrate his brain.
"Time to put an end to this".
Notes: I`ve changed quite a lot. And the ending is near. I tried to add more drama in the last scenes. So what will happen next? Wait for the update :)