The abode of evil is not only outside but also within. I had to go through my personality from beginning to end, trying to fully work on it. In some moments it contradicted itself, which, to put it mildly, I did not like at all. The last straw was the daughter of my long-time friend and rival, Birkin. It's impossible to find her in this city; I already assumed she was dead... And for this reason, I felt regret. Pity for anyone is disgusting. It's a good thing I've never felt it for myself. If pity for others worked as an alarm signal in my brain, then what can be said about self-pity; there is nothing more disgusting in the world, more vile and slimy. I had my fill of it for Sherry — the girl, who probably rotted in a ditch along with this city.
As I predicted, the first zombies appeared a day later. They emerged during a football match between local teams; more than fifty people were infected. And only thanks to the activity of the police captain was it possible to keep the panicked citizens inside the city. It would be a disaster if the infection spread throughout the country or the world. This is far from a crazy scenario; the infected creatures are especially dangerous, if we refer to William's memories. Unlike zombies from most horror films, they are much more tenacious than their brethren, faster and more dangerous. A simple shot to the head may not be enough to kill them. Not to mention, the outbreak occurred only in the city, where several units were sent. Both private and state; both groups lost.
Ha, for example, something heavy is heading to the floor above me. Probably a whole crowd of zombies smelled prey and rushed to fill their bellies with juicy food. But something was not right about it, as if the zombies were stuffed into the belly of one, the steps were too heavy.
Thinking about this, I looked more closely at the mirror.
— Surprisingly, I look amazing, — I complimented myself, standing in front of the mirror. A few days of analyzing my own personality have borne fruit; now it's easier for me to express my emotions and make certain decisions. For example, outside the window, the walking dead are running around, looking for victims, trying to feast on human flesh. And I, as if nothing happened, am watching my reflection, while also tidying myself up. Right now I was without the elements intended to mask my identity. There was simply, how to say, no more need for it.
Whether I am alive or dead — it no longer matters, I held on until the beginning of the "Umbrella" collapse. In addition, I managed to figure out my own abilities and the virus. I can enter the scene as Albert Wesker, and not some strange person with a fake beard. And not only because of a sense of self-admiration do I have to reveal my identity. It's time to properly test my combat skills and get a sample of the G-virus.
— I wonder if guys with amber eyes and a vertical stripe, like a snake, are popular with beauties? — I asked my mirror reflection, putting on sunglasses. Now the mirror reflected a blond man with an excellent physique. A leather suit and a knee-length crocodile leather coat gave the image a somewhat, so to speak, chic look. But I see nothing wrong with that. The main thing is not to say that I am more than a third of a century old, which implies more than thirty years. Although, I must admit, the love for sunglasses in the dark is reaching extremes.
Nodding to myself, I headed to the living room of the temporary apartment. In recent days, I have acquired good ammunition: two pistols and knives, two assault rifles, one shotgun, grenades, and supplies. Being hung with weapons like a Christmas tree is not the best solution; I am a weapon of my own kind. A biological and incredibly dangerous one, at that.
What to take? I'll equip everything except the automatic one.
— Thanks to the special forces who bravely arrived to die and hand out their gear. Posthumous gifts, — I thanked the deceased assistants, taking off my coat, attaching the ammunition to my belts, and getting dressed again. — So, the city of great ex…
At an unthinkable speed, I rushed to the exit door, kicking it off its hinges and running into the corridor. An explosion thundered, right after my hasty retreat from the affected area... A grenade? No, something bigger. Who in their right mind would shoot an RPG at apartments? That's not ethical, very rude, and dangerous even for me — a biological weapon. These days, rocket launchers pose a threat not only to all living things, but also to military equipment.
— S.T.A.R.S. — the eerie voice of a strange creature sounded before I stuck my head out and saw the victim of the "Nemesis" project.
— What a freak you are, — I commented on the appearance of the Tyrant subspecies. I had something to compare it to; I had recently looked at myself in the mirror. And then, in this contrast, an experimental sample of a sentient Tyrant appears, with a stitched-up eye, a network of tentacles all over its body, an enormous size, and the ugliest face in my memory. Well, and besides the conspicuous rocket launcher in its hands, and a special bulletproof and explosion-resistant cloak, it has…
More precisely, it had the most interesting surgeons — with the most crooked hands in all of "Umbrella." A group of idiots deprived it of one eye. How much of a moron do you have to be to shove the "Nemesis Alpha" parasite into this shell, while also ruining it? Speaking of this parasite, which William and I worked on, the parasite is necessary for the creation of sentient infected. It takes control of the host's brain, extracts memory from it, and takes over control of the body. And this Tyrant is the only specimen in my memory to which this creature has taken root. Of course, I saw the data on this biological weapon, but there was a working side — to express it in the phrases of girls from social networks.
— S.T.A.R.S. — the creature with the largest vocabulary in the universe said. Does it seriously believe that it will become smarter by saying the same thing over and over? Of course, I became smarter by understanding the meaning of the phrase. Umbrella sent it here to conduct an experiment and completely destroy the entire Alpha team. Only they were disbanded after the incident with Spencer Mansion — they are hard to find.
— Oh, come on, — I wanted to add something else, but stopped. This monster aimed the rocket launcher at me, but instead of a cannon-like blast, it used the second barrel. A mini-flamethrower? — What a hot mutant I've come across.
Ironic as I was, I jerked back to the nearest car to use it as a trampoline. One landing and a sharp "take-off," and voila — the second-floor window is broken. The creature, due to its size, heavy rocket launcher, and cloak, has serious shortcomings in speed; the best way to counter it is simply to run away. I covered literally a block in a minute, and that's with crowds of creatures; infected on the streets. They didn't perceive me as one of their own, as if my healthy brain embarrassed them. Or is it the smell of expensive cologne?
Landing on my feet for the umpteenth time after a long and high jump, I find myself surrounded by five zombies. I eliminated the first one with knowledge of the technique, twisting its neck with my weapon-free hands. I sent the second one flying with a powerful swing of my leg, crushing its head. I've already eliminated three in a somewhat brutish way from the point of view of other survivors. I moved behind their backs almost like a teleport, as it turned out, my superpower from the virus is acceleration. Then, with a blow of my palm, I crushed their spines and moved on to the next one, repeating this procedure once more. All three opponents tried to crawl on the ground towards my feet. Right, crawl to the strongest! With broken spines. Just don't bite the survivors, otherwise it will turn out to be, shall we say, not so pretty on my part.
— What cute birds of the late twentieth century, — I whistled, raising my gaze to the helicopters flying by. At the same moment, just for a moment, I had to flinch because of a gas pipe explosion nearby. Before this, there had already been incidents with the infected and riots, but after the attack of this creature, the scale of the disaster has increased many times over, as if someone had broken a couple more ampoules with the virus. A more dangerous specimen.
Turning onto the next street, I increased my running speed to the limit of my abilities. If the creature is hunting S.T.A.R.S. — it becomes obvious what the next target is. In the city, besides me, there are only two left. I really hope I was chosen first, as the most outstanding fighter in the history of mankind, in other words, they showed respect and attacked with full force. Otherwise, Jill, for example, is finished…
Damn you!
Doing a somersault, I avoid a zombie that stood in my way. They seem to have a sixth sense, like mine; they are very lucky in rushing at their prey. I am sure that I was moving at an inhuman speed, I could not have been caught, but these creatures are catching me.
Use bullets? My fingers started moving, remembering decades of training at various shooting ranges. Without a second thought, I pull a pistol from its holster and fire three shots at the nearest targets, hitting all of them in the eyes. Yep, they don't care. The creatures took a couple of steps back, caught their breath, and continued to move forward.
— Ha… one more time, — I repeated my actions, this time completely blinding and killing the opponents. Two hits to the brain are no longer countered. But to spend two bullets when I have a couple of magazines and a hundred thousand zombies nearby? I urgently need a sword designed for people with superpowers. A person can effectively swing a sword weighing one and a half kilograms. I, however, can handle… even another person with a sword! The only question is, who makes such swords these days?
After thinking about all the suppliers of such goods, as well as alternatives, I reached the right area. Here, the streets were cordoned off, trying to create a quarantine zone. It turned out so-so, but…
An explosion in one of the buildings spoke of the beginning of chaos in a relatively peaceful area. In addition, there were no infected people on the streets, and the apartment with the explosion was notable for the presence of Jill Valentine there. Is it her apartment? It is, which means, if I choose the right moment, I can easily get in touch with her. I just need to stack the deck so that her life is under a serious threat from Nemesis.