Hunk ran towards the combat truck ahead, his heart pounding as his muscles moved, his instincts screaming and his senses on alert.
Behind him, only what could be described as a small army of insect-like infected. Those giant cockroaches in a sickly mixture with human DNA were fast and could camouflage themselves into the environment.
One of the infected advanced towards Hunk with its claws ready to pierce him in the back. However, the agent quickly turned around, throwing his torso to the side, dodging the attack and plunging his machete into the infected's head, which hit the ground hard due to its speed.
Hunk grunted slightly when he saw that his blade was still stuck in the infected's head and ran towards it, throwing a hand grenade where he was.
The grenade exploded, causing some of the infected to fall to the ground. The reaper quickly turned and raised his combat rifle, unloading a hail of bullets into the infected that were still flying.
Although numerous, fast and strong, they weren't very resistant. They died with one, two bullets at most in the right places.
From above, one of the infected dived towards him, and in reflex, Hunk placed his rifle in front of his body, blocking the infected's attack, but still falling to the ground from the impact.
Hunk grunted and rolled backwards with the impact, already holding his machete and his eyes focused on another infected.
Another insect tried to attack him with its claws. However, Hunk took a step to the side at the same time as attacking the creature's arm, severing the thing's hand and counterattacking with a kick to the infected's fragile chest, sending the insect flying backwards.
Turning around, Hunk quickly leapt over the infected that had knocked him down and plunged his machete into its head, quickly grabbing his rifle afterwards and running towards the fallen combat truck and entering the vehicle.
He could hear the infected throwing themselves against the body of the truck, their claws cutting through the metal in an attempt to catch their prey.
Hunk sighed slightly and ran his eyes around. The Russian army soldiers were dead with ugly wounds on their chests. They hadn't been used as a way of reproducing, let alone as food, apparently.
This attack was an execution.
Hunk just sighed as he shook his head, picking up some of the hand grenades that had fallen from the bodies.
Checking his surroundings, he realized that the attack had come from above, as there was a large hole in the ceiling. This hole faced what appeared to be an abandoned mine, now owned by a museum.
With so many flying infected, he couldn't stay on the streets, it was better to go under cover.
One of the insect-like infected roared when it saw him through the hole in the truck, and Hunk plunged his machete into the creature's head, running towards the mine soon after.
As he ran, Hunk threw a stun grenade at the ground, stunning all the nearby infected and allowing him to reach the mine without too much trouble.
Turning around, he quickly reloaded his rifle and raised his weapon towards the infected, who, despite approaching, for some reason decided not to enter the mine.
He didn't know how those things worked, whether it was like other animals that retreated when they sensed the presence of a dangerous predator or whether, like other infected he had seen, they had just been ordered to retreat by someone.
Damn, there were a lot of things to consider, given that this type of infected was new. He didn't know exactly their biology, their abilities or how they were created.
Although, he was certain that it was related to the uroboros.
Taking a deep breath, he runs his hand down his neck and briefly relaxes his posture. Then he moved his hand to the side of his mask. His team had split up. The helicopter crashed because of those flying infected, one of his men, Dean, was unfortunately killed by one of those insect-like infected.
However, the rest of his team was fine. Miguel was injured, his heartbeat was very strong and the bar next to his name was orange.
Miguel was five hundred and forty-three meters north of there.
Luis was three hundred and two meters to the east, close to Miguel, but too far for him to reach.
The closest was Vicente, two hundred and twenty meters from where he was, to the south. He could use the mine to get closer to him.
"Reaper here, do you copy?" He asked over the radio, turning around and walking into the mine.
The place was just as he had imagined, a long tunnel with historical markings written on the wall. The light was still on. The only thing different were the bodies. Civilians.
Men, women and some children were lying on the ground, some with torn clothes and various injuries, from scratches from what looked like a car accident to cuts made by knives. Or rather, claws.
Hunk clicked his tongue. It made his blood boil.
"Sir... skull here." He heard Miguel, panting.
"Sir." Luis.
"I thought you'd left us." And lastly, Vicente.
"Luis, with reference to the north, head towards 5 o'clock. You'll meet Miguel, he's injured." Hunk said, heading deeper into the mine, until he came to one of the stairs leading back to the museum above.
"Roger that." He heard Luis reply on the audio, while his eyes analyzed his own situation. Inside the museum there was movement. People, it seemed.
Or rather, people. A woman, tall if you considered the country's average. She was wearing a pink shirt, dirty with dust, probably from the explosions that had taken place or from running away from the infected. Ordinary jeans and white sneakers with pink details. Her hair was short brown.
She had her back to him, was panting, looked nervous and, from her body language, was clearly scared.
"Vicente, I'm heading towards you, perhaps with a civilian. What's your situation?" Hunk asked, observing the woman for a while longer before revealing himself.
She acted as an ordinary person would, with clear signs of shock and trauma due to recent events.
"I was on the run. Some crazy infected chased me into this residential building. That thing was all weird. It was smart, it knew how to avoid my shots." Vincente said, and Hunk could hear the sound of something in the background. A door being opened, followed by a few moments of silence. "Right now I'm trying to locate that thing."
"Roger that. I'm coming." Hunk said, walking towards where the woman had gone.
His heavy footsteps echoed around the place, and at a glance, he could see the frightened woman looking in his direction in terror and trying to hide.
"Не волнуйтесь. Просто успокойтесь. Я не причиню тебе вреда." (Don't worry. Calm down. I won't hurt you.) He said, raising a hand in front of his body as a sign that he wouldn't do anything bad to her.
The woman stood staring at him for a few moments, panting. Her trembling hands were resting on the reception desk.
"Я - часть спецназа по борьбе с биотерроризмом, специальная команда BSAA. Моя команда находится недалеко. Мы можем доставить вас к месту спасения." (I'm part of the special forces against bio-terrorism, a special BSAA team. My team is not far away. We can take you to a rescue site.") Hunk explained, approaching at a slow pace and leaving his rifle hanging in front of his torso.
The woman seemed to calm down a little more, although she still wanted to keep her distance.
However, after a few moments, she shook her head and approached in small, short steps, while trying to say something.
"C-cпасибо." She stammered out a "thank you" as she approached with her arms wrapped around her body.
"Будь рядом со мной, несмотря ни на что, хорошо? Я обещаю, что вытащу тебя отсюда." (Stay close to me, no matter what, okay? I promise I'll get you out of here.) Hunk said, and she nodded somewhat frantically.
Turning around, the agent took the lead and walked towards the next wall, where the concrete was destroyed. From the traces around him, it was an explosion, probably from one of the military tanks in the street.
He touched the side of his mask, switching the vision mode of his lenses to thermal. Looking around, he grunted quietly in satisfaction when he saw that there were no infected around, no heartbeats or infected residue.
Great, those bug-like infected are gone for good. And for now, he just ignored his own instincts to ask "why?"
He then started walking towards Vicente, hearing the woman's footsteps just behind him.
She was a little distressed, he sensed, perhaps because she was afraid of being exposed in the deserted streets. Or perhaps it was because of the chaotic scene. Bodies and bodies were lying among the wrecked and abandoned vehicles.
About a hundred meters ahead, he could see some infected people. People, this time, wandering around with their bodies bent over and no apparent destination.
Just beyond them was Vicente, in the brownish building at the end of the street.
Turning around, Hunk signaled for the woman to stay silent and hide among some cars near the sidewalk, and as soon as she was gone, he ran towards the infected. There was no reason for him to shoot, it would only attract the attention of more infected and waste ammunition.
His footsteps drew the attention of the small group of infected, who immediately turned towards him and advanced against the agent.
Hunk advanced against the first infected, dodging a punch-like attack coming from the infected and counterattacking by plunging his machete into the thing's neck, followed by a kick to the torso that sent the infected's body crashing to the ground.
His eyes soon focused on the nearest one, which leapt over one of the abandoned cars towards him.
Hunk dodged the charge by stepping back and throwing his torso to the side, causing the infected to fall face-first onto the ground with some force due to its speed.
Another infected advanced, preventing Hunk from finishing off the one on the ground. The infected had a fireman's axe in its hands and tried to drive it into the agent's neck, who dodged it by ducking and countered with a kick to the side of the infected's leg, causing the remnants of what was once a man to kneel on its stricken leg and be killed quickly when the agent drove his machete into the side of its head.
Turning when he heard the infected man behind him get up, he spun his body around and landed a kick to the side of the infected man's neck, sending that man to the ground again.
Turning once more, Hunk ducked slightly and threw his torso to the side, dodging a piercing attack from another infected and countering with a punch to the face, followed by a stab to the neck and a kick to the chest, sending the infected to the ground.
The reaper then finished off the infected behind him and wiped off the blood dripping on his blade, putting his machete back in its sheath.
He then signaled for the woman to approach, and watched her run towards him, still afraid, but with a hint of admiration and hope.
He liked to see the fearful expressions of his enemies, just as he liked to see the hopeful expressions of the people he saved. It was an added motivation.
They made their way towards the building Vicente was in, and Hunk touched the side of his mask again.
The agent narrowed his eyes slightly when he saw just a hint of heat, just a heartbeat.
It was Vicente, it had to be... but something was off.
"Vicente, I'm in front of your location, come in." He said over the radio, his fist lightly squeezing the handle of his rifle.
There was silence for a few moments.
"Sir... listening." Vicente's voice was present, robotic, slightly drawn out. Tired after killing the infected, perhaps.
"What's the situation? Is the building safe now? Have you eliminated the infected?" He asked, positioning himself next to the door, noticing the woman looking around nervously.
Once again, there was silence for a few moments.
"... Yes... everything is under control." Vicente replied, and Hunk opened the door, raising his rifle as he entered and checked the place out.
The corridor went on for a few meters, with four apartment doors on both the right and left. To the right was the staircase to the top floor.
"Are you okay? You sound injured." Hunk said over the radio, climbing the stairs with silent steps.
"Ah... yes... yes... that... infected hit my head. I'm a bit... confused... but I'll be fine." Vicente said, and Hunk watched him, standing in the doorway of one of the apartments.
Vicente was standing in the middle of the room, blood dripping down his clothes. He was without his tactical vest and his weapons were on the floor, save for the pistol in his hand.
There was blood all over the apartment, it looked like the fight had taken place there.
However, as soon as he entered, Hunk narrowed his eyes again. His instincts were screaming, his skin was crawling... something was wrong.
"Vicente... you're bleeding, you should be treating your wounds." He said, his voice serious and loud, making the man look in his direction. Hunk didn't come any closer. Vicente's face was slightly pale, his eyes red and his mouth strangely red too.
Not only that... but both his hands were stained with blood.
And no sign of the body of the infected."
"Ah... that's nothing." Hunk didn't answer, he just signaled for the woman to stay where she was and entered the apartment, walking close to the wall as he circled Vicente.
"Where's the infected body?" He asked, each step slowly followed by the next, following the trails of blood on the floor. It was too much blood.
It was then that he noticed the body lying in the kitchen, and his eyes went wide. Lying in a pool of blood was Vicente, his body torn apart in a way that was almost unrecognizable. The only thing that made it possible for Hunk to tell that it was Vicente was the visible tattoo on his shoulder and his blond hair.
The agent quickly turned around, and he stared in disbelief as something like tentacles emerged from the hands of the thing that was wearing his man's skin and pierced the chest of the woman standing in the doorway.
Hunk gritted his teeth and raised his rifle, firing at the thing. What the fuck?! An infected that could take the form of another person?!
The muscles in Vicente's body twitched, his face distorted and the creature wearing the man's skin attacked him with its other arm, its limb extending into several tentacles.
The reaper dodged as he crouched and threw himself backwards, watching the creature devour the woman's head and throw her body to the ground.
Hunk growled low. Whatever the fuck that was, it had killed his man, dishonored him by wearing his skin and just killed an innocent civilian.
Fuck that it looked like Vicente, that thing was going to die, and if it was capable of feeling pain, Hunk would be sure to make it suffer before it died. Suffer a lot.
The civilians ran down the street in desperation, the shots passing dangerously close to their bodies, the grunts and roars of horror movie creatures making their skin crawl.
Behind them a sea of infected, fairy-tale creatures, terrible, capable of killing and of a cruelty they had never seen before. Creatures that had superhuman abilities, that could take a life so easily that it seemed like breathing to them.
The only thing stopping them were the soldiers who fought bravely to protect their city and their people.
Buildings were destroyed by explosions, cars were overturned and thrown sideways, people were killed, trampled, crushed, pierced, decapitated and devoured.
A cruel fate for those who just wanted to live in peace.
A journalist and her camera crew ran through the people towards the stadium. The woman, not abandoning her professionalism, narrated what was happening, the nightmare that had befallen the innocent.
"As you can see-" She said breathlessly, being pushed and pulled by a group of desperate civilians. "Everyone is running towards the stadium in search of safety! The army has stayed behind and is fighting bravely against these creatures!"
The camera man turned and raised the camera in an attempt to record the soldiers fighting the creatures, while at the same time trying to keep his balance with so many people bumping into his arms.
"This is certainly a nightmare! A calamity, many have already died, and the situation seems to be-" The reporter was suddenly interrupted by the loud noise of something breaking. All the civilians nearby lost their balance, a cloud of dust rose up and chunks of concrete were thrown around.
Screams of despair and pain were heard, and the moment the camera was raised, the image of a huge creature in black clothing appeared, with human bodies in its hands, their heads crushed.
The creature dropped the bodies and moved, its huge fist passing through the crowd as if all those people were paper, blood, limbs and bodies were thrown by the thing's powerful punch.
"Oh my God! Dave, run!" The journalist shouted, her voice muffled as the microphone was low, but picking up all the surrounding screams besides her own.
The camera man began to run, the camera lowered as he ran as fast as he could.
The image changed, when they finally stopped running, it wasn't to get help. Up ahead, skinless creatures the size of tigers began to attack the survivors. Their huge claws pierced and cut through skin and flesh with extreme ease. Their heads with exposed brains sported razor-sharp teeth and a long, razor-sharp tongue, which pierced the bodies of the men and women who became their victims.
Both the camera man and the other civilians found themselves surrounded. Behind them, a huge creature more than five meters long was killing survivors with just the flail of its limbs. On the other, skinless creatures decapitating their victims.
All seemed lost.
However, to the surprise and relief of the survivors, an explosion hit the body of the huge humanoid creature, hard enough to bring it to its knees.
Gunshots were heard as the sound of a motorcycle approached, and people looked up as a masked man appeared on a motorcycle with a rifle raised, firing at the skinless creatures.
The man got off the bike while still firing, attracting the creatures' attention.
"Dave! Dave! Come here!" The woman shouted, and the camera man moved towards her, with the camera raised on the man who threw another grenade towards the huge humanoid creature, turning towards the approaching infected.
They watched stunned as the man dodged an attack from one of the creatures. They gasped as they saw him slice off another infected's tongue, spin his body around and land a kick on the infected's exposed brain, then kill it with a shot from a .50.
The man spun, kicked and shot as if he were dancing with these creatures. Beings that could decapitate a man with just one movement of their arms, being humiliated and killed by a man with a knife.
When the last of the skinless infected fell, the man looked towards them. His cold, deep blue eyes stared steadily at both the journalist and the other survivors.
"Keep running to the end of the street! The BSAA trucks are on their way!" He shouted, his deep voice penetrating the ears of the survivors, who quickly followed his orders.
The journalist and the cameraman took a few steps to follow the others, however, they felt they had to record the man walking confidently towards a monster five times his size.
Ghost raised his rifle with Anti-T bullets and fired at the head of the tyrant in front of him. That one was different, it was too big, too heavy and seemed too strong. A new model, for sure, but from the resemblance to those in Raccoon City, he'd say it was a variant.
The bullets pierced the head of the tyrant, who grunted and put its huge arm in front of its face as a form of protection. The bullets had an effect, the problem was the thing's probably increased resistance.
The tyrant seemed to growl as it began to run towards Ghost, who widened his eyes slightly in surprise at the speed with which the creature was approaching. That thing was fast... too fast for something that size.
Grunting in curiosity, the agent threw a stun grenade at the tyrant, and when it exploded, the giant stopped its advance, staggering forward and kneeling on the ground. One of its large hands went to its ear.
Ghost took the opportunity to unload the magazine of his rifle into the head of the creature, which was trying to protect itself while trying to get up.
"Oh come on, don't be shy." Ghost said as he saw the creature put its arm in front of its head to protect itself.
The agent then reloaded his gun, and watched intently as the creature grabbed two cars, one in each hand, and threw the vehicles towards the agent.
Ghost grabbed his hookshot and fired at the lamppost next to him, practically "flying" away, dodging the vehicle that was thrown with such force that it bounced a few times and was dragged for hundreds of meters.
Settling on top of the lamppost, Ghost fired another shot at the creature, which threw the other car towards him. The agent used the hookshot to dodge again, landing on the roof of a small restaurant.
"Well, I have to say, this is pretty handy." Ghost said in relation to the hookshot.
The tyrant's footsteps echoed loudly through the place, the ground seemed to shake from its weight, and Ghost watched as the creature began to run towards him.
At a glance, his eyes focused on the gas station next door.
Running to the edge of the roof, he fired the hookshot towards the lamppost next to the gas station. Taking momentum on the post, he jumps down from a height of four meters and rolls on the ground, running towards the gas station and hearing the tyrant's footsteps just behind him.
Passing quickly by the gas station, Ghost holds his hookshot in one hand and his rifle in the other, and at a certain moment, he points to the roof of the nearest building and jumps up.
Everything seemed to go into slow motion. The agent turned his body while still in the air, his eyes focused on the tyrant next to the gas station.
A smug smile appeared on his lips as he raised his rifle and pulled both triggers at the same time.
The bullets from his rifle hit the tyrant's sturdy clothing and the gas station at the same time as the hook of his hookshot hit the concrete of the building, and he was pulled upwards, escaping the huge explosion that took place.
Leaning on the roof, he reloaded his rifle while watching the huge smoke below, the fire slowly spreading through the place. However, movement below caught his eye, and he watched closely as the tyrant began to mutate.
Its destroyed clothes fell to the ground as its enormous body grew. Its grayish skin became denser and denser, its muscles growing exponentially as its skin became thicker and thicker.
Claws formed on its fingertips, its skin became a kind of exoskeleton and its size seemed to be doubled, both in musculature and size. The thing must be at least nine meters tall now.
Ghost raised his rifle again and fired at the tyrant. The shots hit its head and neck, but didn't seem to have much effect.
"Damn..." He muttered lowly as he saw the tyrant simply grab the side of the building and hurl the huge chunk of concrete towards him. Ghost threw himself backwards, almost off balance as he felt the whole place shake from the impact.
However, the first impact was followed by the second, which was soon followed by the third and so on, and Ghost grunted as he felt the building begin to collapse.
Gritting his teeth, he leapt from the roof and fired his hookshot at another lamppost, letting himself fall to the ground once more.
The loud noise of the falling building echoed through the deserted streets, a huge cloud of smoke rose up and several pieces of concrete were thrown to the sides.
"Whoa! Damn, you're a big boy!" He grunted softly. Normal bullets wouldn't work, forget it. He still had some stun grenades and heavy grenades.
There was no point in wasting them. He wasn't at all sure he could kill that thing with just his desert eagle.
It was then that his gaze focused on something at the end of the street. A military tank standing next to some combat trucks. Bullets might not have much effect, but a tank sure as hell would.
The huge tyrant started running towards him and Ghost grabbed a stun grenade. Raising his hookshot, he threw the grenade just before he was pulled towards the tank.
The grenade exploded, the tyrant closed its eyes and staggered a few steps, dazed as it brought its hands to its head.
Grunting in apparent irritation, the tyrant straightened his posture and looked around. The annoying little insect had disappeared from its sight. It ran away.
The tyrant walked at a calm pace down the street, kicking a few cars out of its way as it did so, while running its eyes around looking for its target.
That was until the tyrant heard the noise of an approaching vehicle, and as it turned, it faced the tank that was advancing towards it.
The tyrant ran towards the tank, and before getting too close, an explosion occurred at its feet, an explosion strong enough to make it stagger from the impact.
Pulling itself together, the tyrant grabbed the tank in reflex, feeling its body being pulled back by the force of the armored vehicle. Grunting, the tyrant began to lift the tank into the air with the intention of throwing it to the ground, destroying its bodywork and crushing the insect inside.
The tyrant raised the tank above its head, grunting almost in victory at the display of strength, while Ghost smiled in a cocky way.
"Just brawn, no brains. I guess you don't need a head then." Ghost said to himself, pressing the button.
A shot was heard, an explosion soon followed, the tyrant's head was reduced to nothing, blood exploded from the bullet of the other tank hidden between two combat trucks, to the left of where the tyrant was.
All he had to do was leave that thing distracted.
Climbing out of the tank, the agent calmly approached the huge body of the fallen creature. The thing was unusually large for a tyrant. The biggest on record, for sure.
His eyes immediately went to the destroyed building not far away. Perhaps one of the strongest tyrants on record too...
"Well, at least he didn't skip leg day." He said to himself, turning around and walking towards the motorcycle parked a few meters away.
He got on and started the vehicle, heading in the direction the civilians had gone.
Sherry grunted slightly as she helped lift the stretcher with the woman lying on it into the helicopter. She quickly waved to the other members of the medical unit and turned around, briefly watching Claire help some teenagers onto another helicopter further away.
Concentrating on the wounded further ahead, Sherry walked over to Anna, who was putting some bandages on an injured man's leg.
Ahead, however, her eyes focused on three familiar figures, and she approached at a fast pace.
"Barry." She called out to him, relieved to see him and his family alive and intact. Barry was a little dusty and looked a little tired, while both his daughters seemed well affected by the whole situation.
"Ah, Sherry! Great to see you're okay." Barry said, giving the girl a quick hug, which she returned. "Where's Claire?"
"She's over there, helping the civilians onto the other helicopter." Sherry replied, alternating her gaze between the two men's daughters. "Moira. Polly." She greeted them, receiving only a nod from Moira and a sympathetic smile from Polly, mixed with a certain sadness and distress;
"I thought Chris would have sent you two out of town by now." Barry said, looking at the surrounding helicopters and the crowd of people.
No matter how they looked at it, there wouldn't be enough helicopters for all those people.
"He tried." Sherry replied. "Well, you need to be examined first and then you'll be taken to the helicopter, okay? If you're not hurt, just wait." The girl explained, and Barry nodded.
"Understood. Thanks, Sherry." He said, taking his place in line and watching Sherry walk away at a fast pace.
There were many wounded civilians. Many people in critical condition and others losing blood... many would die. But she would try her best to help.
However, the situation became even more difficult when they heard the distinctive roars of Hunters coming from the entrance to the stadium. The screams of despair took over the place, and people started running both towards the helicopters and away from them.
Sherry gritted her teeth and reached for her rifle. She and Claire looked at each other before they both headed towards the entrance, trying to pass as quickly as they could through all the desperate people.
Sherry raised her rifle and fired at a Hunter advancing towards a slightly older man, causing the creature to fall to the ground with a large hole in its head.
Sherry looked at the rifle in her hands for a few moments. The weapon was heavier than usual, and certainly much stronger than she was used to. One well-placed shot was enough to kill that Hunter.
Great... she felt a surge of adrenaline run through her body.
The girl advanced while firing at the creatures, each shot a Hunter on the ground. The bullets pierced their skulls and scales, splintering inside their bodies and exploding their flesh.
As she walked, one of the Hunters leapt towards her to attack her. Sherry dodged it by throwing herself to the side and counterattacked by firing at the creature's head. The moment the bullet pierced the Hunter's neck, she felt her instincts kick in and her eyes focused on the scene ahead.
Another Hunter, this one different from the others with bluish-black skin, spikes on its back and red eyes, was throwing what looked like bone stakes in her direction. The girl gritted her teeth and dodged to the side, but grunted slightly as she felt the side of her thigh hit.
She raised her rifle again and fired at the Hunter, three bullets until the creature lay motionless on the ground.
Next to her, another of them approached, its arm bent to attack her with its claws towards her neck. Sherry dodged by crouching down and throwing her body to the side, going under the creature's attack. She then shot the Hunter in the leg, bringing it to its knees, and shot it in the back of the head.
The loud noise of something falling caught the attention of the people there, and Sherry watched as one of the stadium's large lampposts fell to the ground due to the weight of the creatures, and from the sky, insect-like infected came flying down.
The girl grumbled softly and turned around, firing at the Hunters who were advancing towards the civilians.
Next to her, she caught a glimpse of one of the Hunters approaching, along with two of the flying creatures. She prepared to act, but she didn't need to, three shots were heard and the creatures fell as they were hit.
"Sherry!" She heard Barry call out to her, and turned, seeing him holding his magnum in his still raised hand.
"Thanks! Now get to the helicopter, Barry!" Sherry shouted, turning and running towards Claire, who was helping a woman who had fallen to the ground.
The woman had been attacked by one of the Hunters, her leg was stained with blood, the back of her thigh torn.
"Sherry, cover me!" Claire said, starting to quickly bandage the woman's leg and helping her walk towards the helicopter. Sherry nodded and turned around, alternating between shooting the Hunters and the insect-like infected.
They managed to help the woman to the helicopter, just in time to see the front of the stadium destroyed. The concrete fell as if explosions were taking place, but the heavy sound of footsteps made it more than obvious that this was not the case.
Walking slowly towards them in blood-stained black clothes was probably one of the biggest tyrants both women had ever seen in their lives.
"Shit..." Sherry muttered softly, raising her rifle as the creature approached. There were still a lot of people who hadn't managed to get on a helicopter, and the soldiers nearby had probably never even seen a creature that size.
"Hey, you two! Come on, get in here! You heard the boss!" They heard Mike speak, and both gritted their teeth. They didn't want to just walk away while all those people were left to die. But they also knew that there wasn't enough room for everyone.
"Come on, Claire! We can't do any more." Sherry said, putting a hand on the woman's shoulder, who just sighed in defeat and started running towards Mike's helicopter, full of civilians and some members of the medical team.
The tyrant, like them, started running towards the helicopters. Its heavy footsteps made the ground shake. That thing was fast.
Sherry, Claire, Barry and some of the other soldiers there raised their weapons and fired at the tyrant, who only put its arms in front of its head for protection. The bullets pierced its clothing and blood practically exploded from its wounds, but that wasn't enough to stop the thing, which was approaching faster and faster.
However, everyone there saw when, from the entrance, a motorcycle approached at great speed, shooting at the tyrant.
"Hey! It's that guy!" Sherry heard someone say as Ghost appeared on that motorcycle, throwing a grenade at the tyrant's feet as he passed the creature and approached the helicopter.
The grenade exploded in a big blast, and as he got off the bike, he threw another of his heavy grenades, causing the tyrant to stagger to the side from the impact.
Ghost turned and walked towards Mike. He had dust on his clothes, but apart from that, he didn't look hurt or tired.
"As soon as you've finished with the civilians, refuel if necessary and come back here. I'll send you the coordinates of my location." He said, leaning close to the window. Mike shook his head in understanding.
"Understood. And sir, I've left you a little gift." Mike said, pointing to a briefcase on the floor not far away, with a box of ammunition next to it. The case was open, showing a special rocket launcher.
"Mike... when this is over, me, you and Hunk are going for a beer. Leave it on Hunk's tab." Ghost said, patting Mike twice on the shoulder, who just shook his head.
"Great. I know a cool bar." Was all he replied, before starting to take flight just after Ghost walked away.
He walked towards the rocket launcher, glancing at the tyrant rising with its eyes focused on him.
"Ghost." He heard Sherry's voice, and looked at the girl, propped up just before the helicopter's entrance ramp.
"Finally listened to me, huh?" he joked, picking up the rocket launcher and turning to the tyrant, who for some reason was standing there staring at him. As if waiting for him to make the first move, as if analyzing him.
"... Be careful." That was all Sherry said, and Ghost glanced at her, the helicopter already a few meters in the air.
Ghost held back the small smile that had tried to appear on his lips. Seeing her worry... somehow warmed his chest.
"Aaargh, Ghost... if Hunk knew that." He muttered to himself, watching as the tyrant began to approach with slow, but broad steps due to its enormous size.
Ghost prepared to face the creature, resting the rocket launcher on his shoulder. However, the loud noise of destruction rang out behind him, and Ghost looked over his shoulder with slightly annoyed eyes.
Another tyrant was approaching, his black clothes soiled with dust, his eyes fixed on the agent in front. So that's why the tyrant in front of him had stood there watching him, it was waiting for its colleague.
He had never heard of tyrants working as a team... but considering that the first one he faced was alone, he would say that either those two tyrants went towards the noise of the helicopters and met by coincidence, or they communicated somehow after learning of the death of one of them.
As Hunk had said, someone could be controlling them. Not to mention that they had a certain level of intelligence.
"Fuckin' hell..." Ghost muttered, alternating his gaze between the two slowly approaching tyrants, who, with each step, began to increase their speed. "I forgot to contact Hunk."
Ghost massaged his neck lightly, listening to the footsteps of the two tyrants who were now running towards him. In his left hand, the hookshot. He admitted that he was enjoying the thing.
"Well... I'll worry about that later."
Cocky Leon back, I missed him.
First of all, I apologize for the slow-burn, I know how annoying it can be, believe me, I've put some ideas forward, I'm as anxious as you are.
The problem with having too many ideas is that it takes too long for me to write them down. But, as I've already said in response to some comments, there will be a lot of involvement between Claire, Sherry and Ghost, that's a promise, please wait just a little longer.
Well, that's all I wanted to say, thank you very much to everyone who made it this far, see you next time.