Wicked stepped out of his car locked it via his keys. He gawked at the sight of the ruins. The ceiling is gone, the columns collapsed, the roof flew to the fields and the pathway is filled with debris and crumbled cement. He passed through, making sure to avoid the pointy objects and finally reached the first floor. The light of the sun shone in the middle, almost blinding him.
"What the hell do you want me to do, Chris?" He whispered into thin air.
Wicked's ears twitched when he heard something scramble away not too far from him. He looked around. A red shadow passed by in a blink of his eye. He smirked. His hand made its way to his waist as he took his gun and twirled it in his hand.
"C'mon, I don't have all day." Wicked jeered.
A licker emerged from the shadows and attached itself on the wall that Wicked just recently passed by. It crawled silently and drew its tongue out. Wicked didn't look back so the licker took the chance to charge when he was a couple of meters away and wrapped its tongue around his neck and pulled. Wicked choked and stowed his gun as he reached for his knife hidden around his pants.
Wicked pulled the sticky organ and tugged on it slightly to loosen its grip around his neck and slashed it in half with the knife he's holding. He stumbled forward while the licker scrambled away with its tail between its legs. Screeching and hissing in pain.
No wonder he's Chris's favorite. Timothee said in his head.
"Don't you feel any sympathy?"
Wicked looked around but no one was there except him.
"He used to be a man, Wicked."
"Get out of my head, Timothee." Wicked snarled.
"A 57 year old man. A farmer."
Wicked chuckled. "It's not my fault you used him for your fucking shenanigans."
"You just cut an old man's tongue."
Wicked turned around at the same time a licker wrapped its tongue around his arm. It whirled around him and kicked him in the stomach, hurling him across the room like a slingshot. Timothee, who's squatting on the tallest wall, watched as the man struggled to stand up.
He smirked. "tssss tksss...."
The licker nodded and dashed towards Wicked. Startled, the man pulled out his pistol and when the licker jumped, getting ready to pounce at him, he fired straight to its exposed brain and ducked so the creature falls behind him. Staining the wall crimson red. Timothee's lips thinned as he nods at the other licker in wait.
This time, the licker attacked from the side. Wicked got on his feet and stepped to the side and shot its right hind legs. The licker ran through the wall and jumped. Missing Wicked's second shot. He rolled over and reloaded.
"En tæve. Jeg burde have vidst, at det er det, jeg går ind til." Wicked said as he wiped the blood off his mouth. (Son of a bitch. I should've known this is what I'm getting myself into.)
The licker growled. Obviously, getting annoyed by the fact that its snack is unreachable. Wicked cracked his neck and charged first towards the creature. The licker leaped so Wicked went under. He shot the stomach twice and the skin tore itself apart. Showering the floor with blood. The licker lied flat on the surface and Wicked walked towards it while reloading his gun.
TImothee smirked. "Chris is right. He's not afraid of lickers."
"I heard you're one of the best."
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Corporal RAMBO: MYCETE {Carlos Oliveira Fanfiction}
Fanfiction"This is just the surface, you have to look somewhere closer. Much, much.... closer." ******* In which, Umbrella's valuable assets have gone low, leading to Wesker setting up a hid...
