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Noah pulled the hardbound notebook belonging to the madman Durand from his tactical backpack. Its dark brown leather cover was cold and smooth, worn down by the obsessive stroking of its owner.
Claire leaned in as Noah flipped it open. The handwriting inside was a frantic, distorted scrawl that exuded a hysterical obsession. Most of it was the delusional raving of a man trying to resurrect his late wife, Emily, but the latter half contained descriptions of the three zones—written with a pathological pride.
"The T-Virus Breakthrough Zone," Noah read in a low voice. "Here, he fused the original t-virus strain with an ancient Progenitor Virus, attempting to cultivate a 'Perfect Guardian' that surpasses the T-103 Tyrant."
He flipped the page. "NE-Alpha Incubation Nest. An ant-nest-like lab using living humans as growth mediums. He injects the NE-Alpha parasite into the brains of prisoners, letting them hatch. The host's extreme pain and fear secrete neurotransmitters that nourish the parasite."
Claire's face turned pale, her stomach churning at the thought of living human incubators.
"And the Nemesis Fusion Chamber," Noah continued. "The final step. He built a neural connection device to implant the perfect parasite into the spinal cord of the strongest Tyrant prototype. He believes this fusion will create a 'Nemesis' capable of carrying Emily's soul."
Noah closed the notebook with a dull thud. "It seems these are the monsters we're dealing with next." He looked at the three massive red doors. "You pick, Claire."
Claire didn't hesitate. She pointed to the door on the far left. "Let's choose our 'old friend' first."
The Tyrant. It was the familiar nightmare of the Raccoon City Police Department. If a battle was inevitable, they would start with the enemy they knew best.
They approached the door to the T-Virus Breakthrough Zone. Noah used the white employee wristband he had taken from Sophia.
Beep—Verification passed. Welcome, Researcher Sophia Bellini. Have a pleasant workday.
The irony of the electronic voice was sharp. As the heavy doors slid open, a stench of blood so thick it felt physical rushed out, mixed with the sharp tang of formalin. Noah gripped his Magnum and stepped into the darkness; Claire followed, her MP5 ready.
The sterilization corridor hissed, spraying a white mist that smelled of both chemicals and copper. When the second door opened, they found themselves in a massive circular room filled with giant glass incubation tanks.
Five-meter-high cylinders of turbid green liquid held naked, translucent humanoid creatures. Muscle fibers and blood vessels were visible through their skin; some twitched rhythmically. Smaller containers held beating, oversized hearts and clawed arms. It was a parts warehouse for monsters.
"It's too quiet," Noah whispered. The machinery maintaining the tanks seemed dead.
They moved deeper into the room until they reached a heavy upward-sliding door. A pool of dark brown blood had seeped from beneath it. Noah signaled Claire to take cover behind a tank while he approached the sensor from the side.
Hum—
The door rose slowly—only twenty centimeters—before over a dozen corpses in white coats slid out, stuck together by coagulated blood. They were mangled beyond recognition; chests torn open, heads crushed, limbs twisted. They had been slaughtered while trying to escape.
Noah and Claire bypassed the pile of remains, their boots sticking to the dried blood on the floor. Beyond the door was a corridor covered in blood and deep, three-inch-wide claw marks that had torn through the alloy wall panels.
At the end of the hall, they entered a massive, two-story industrial area filled with crisscrossing pipes and mechanical arms. On the lower floor, several deformed, crimson humanoid monsters were crouched over corpses, the sound of tearing flesh and crunching bone echoing in the rafters.
The monsters looked like Lickers—skinless, muscular, moving on all fours—but their heads were different. Instead of exposed brains, their faces were dominated by massive, insect-like compound eyes that reflected the overhead lights with a dark luster.
As the airflow from the door shifted, the monsters froze. They slowly turned their massive, multi-faceted eyes toward the intruders on the upper walkway.
"Are those... Lickers?" Claire whispered, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "Lickers don't have eyes."
Noah checked the notebook, his finger stroking the Magnum. "They aren't Lickers, Claire. Durand calls them... 'Chimera'."
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