The Resident Eviloves : Connections (Lady Dimitrescu - Resident Evil)

Chapter 3 - Hunter or Hunted?

Oakville, Canada

_"It will now be three months since these mysterious series of attacks began. First in Berlin, then in Helsinki, Prague and two days ago, in Madrid. The process remains the same: bombs had been hidden in several tourist places in the cities, and spread a kind of unknown and highly infectious gas. Thousands of people infected with this gas showed symptoms similar to rabies, completely losing their reason and indulging in uncontrollable violent outbursts. Faced with the inability of the health services to deal with the wave of chaos and to understand the origin of this new gas, the armed forces of the countries concerned have been forced to quarantine the affected cities. we have no idea of ​​the identity of the terrorist(s) responsible for his attacks and no claim has been known. The President of the United States has made a statement and says he is ready to come to the aid of Europe to face of this new crisis. I'm Alicia Vincent, live from the outskirts of Madrid, for CN News..."

As the reporter finished speaking, microphone in hand and stepping away, the camera showed what was happening behind her. Indeed, the outskirts of Madrid had been completely surrounded and blocked by kilometers of metal fences and chains, and constantly monitored by an impressive number of military and police forces. One or two helicopters could be seen in the distance hovering over Spain's capital, with several buildings in the grip of fires. In the screen, the camera showed the forms of several infected civilians suddenly surging against the gratings of the barriers, twitching with erratic spasms and behaving like beasts, howling and growling, their mad eyes bloodshot and their skins turned to a sickly pale, revealing tiny black veinlets. Men, women, and even a few children, all behaving like enrages, some vomiting a mixture of saliva and black blood from their mouths. The armed forces had to act immediately and, using electric batons, beat the infected through the holes in the fence in an attempt to repel them. But one of the infected children, a little girl, managed to bite one of the soldiers in the arm through the fence, tearing off a bloody piece of flesh. The wounded soldier let out a howl of pain as he backed up and clutched his arm, but was immediately shot in the head by one of his colleagues, who didn't hesitate for a second, as if knew what that entailed. These images of violence shown live provoked even more shock from the customers of the bar, and the bartender chose to turn off the television so as not to inflict this any longer on his customers.

In the modest downtown bar, where quiet rock-country music played softly, the few customers seated at the counter had watched the news from the small television hung in the corner. The reactions were varied, with some showing outrage and shock at the attacks, others nonchalantly shaking their heads in dismay, and still others choosing to ignore and continue drinking their drinks.

Sitting alone at the end of the counter, Karl Heisenberg remained silent, his gaze bent towards the bottle of beer he was holding in his hand. Always dressed in his trench coat, his hat and his dark glasses, his appearance attracted a lot of curious glances towards him, but he did not give a damn and it was enough for him to throw a glance towards the too curious for they prefer to look away and act as if nothing had happened. If only they knew what I'm capable of, he thought, laughing to himself within, they would all have fled the bar. His hammer, he didn't have it with him so as not to attract attention and had left it hidden in a large suitcase, at the little motel where he had been staying for several days. The bartender, a somewhat round and bald man, busy wiping a glass with a rag, came near him, and after observing the news about Madrid and the terrorist attacks, sighed heavily with annoyance.

_ "Poor Europe..." he said. "It's the same fucking nightmare repeating itself, like in Raccoon City."

_"Another one." asked Karl casually, who had finished his bottle of beer and pushed it back on the counter.

The bartender said nothing and went to get him another one from the row behind. Karl, arms leaning on the counter, had also vaguely watched the news, but he chose to give a damn and ignore it. If he had started this road trip around the world a year ago, it was to make the most of his freedom regained after the death of Miranda, and not yet hear about things like infections, mutations or monsters . Fortunately, his outward appearance as an ordinary-looking human allowed him to move about freely. Of course, for Dimitrescu and Moreau, it would have been more complicated, he sneered cynically in thought. He had a very brief thought for the other lords who remained in the valley in Transylvania. But that wasn't his problem anymore.