The End…
The Licker climbed to the surface of the dead factory, a trail of dark red following him up the concrete wall. No comprehensible human thoughts went through his shattered mind, only want and hunger. He only felt the want to kill, shred and rip apart anything living. Overly infected with the amounts of T-Virus he had contracted even more from the rats in the sewer, he was something far detached from humanity. Even the dead walking through Raccoon City were closer to that.
His pain and torment translated into hisses and spastic tremors. But standing on the roof of the once Umbrella operated building, he sensed something. Though he could not really look out or beyond the doomed city with any form of vision, he felt the rays. The sun was coming up, and it stopped his tortured thoughts for a moment. The moaning of the dead city dimmed into silence for him, as the sun shown right down on his grotesque body. For that second, as heaven illuminated everything without discrimination, even him, nothing hurt or even mattered. Nothing at all.
On the horizon, ever so slowly approaching… was a trail of white exhaust. A long metal tube carrying a hydrogen bomb was coming, and it would not spare an atom of existence. In the sunlight of dawn, soon after our protagonist's moment of illuminated peace, Raccoon City would be obliterated into vapor.
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