Leon Scott Kennedy ran around the corner, the pain searing his leg. Nemesis had left a six inch gash in the meat of his thigh and he was losing a lot of blood. He already feeling dizzy as the next corner came up. He didn't hear the moans….
The first pair of hands grabbed his ankle, and he fell. It moved so fast, how could be that fast. Leon screamed as the first set of teeth ripped into the tender flesh near his ankle, the cracked teeth tore through the flesh and sliced through his Achilles tendon. His calf rolled up like a window shade, and the pain he felt was unimaginable. Then the rest arrived, they began tearing off all of the protective armor and clothing he was wearing. Ten sets of dull, dirty nails began to tear his stomach, and his chest taking huge chunks of skin and muscle leaving deep gouges and recesses in his pectoral muscles. The next set had less resistance and hit pay dirt as they began pulling on his ribcage. The zombies at his stomach began pulling apart the delicate muscles and membrane in a desperate attempt to reach the sweet entrails beneath. They began pulling out his intestines each fighting over pieces tugging on them like rabid wolves as his screams began to fade. Nemesis walked in amongst the carnage and picked up the barely alive S.T.A.R.S member. It held the mans head in its hand, and for a moment the humanity of this monster showed. In one instant motion Nemesis crushed Leon S. Kennedy's head , the gray matter that was once a brain seeped between his fingers. As Nemesis continued into the night the ghouls continued to feast on the corpse scooping up the brain matter like peanut butter with their fingers.