What has changed, Leon?
Years after the Raccoon City outbreak, another disaster strikes the U.S., where the president's daughter has been kidnapped in an act of terror. Countless amounts of help get sent out to rescue Ashley Graham, but they all mys...
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At the lightest tap of her foot colliding against the cold stone, she wished she had never stepped down into that deep, dark pit.
Leon grimaced as the faintest sound of his flashlight turned on, praying that the monster in front of him wouldn't hear it. The slightest noise echoed loudly, each sound exploding in their forced quietness. Tick. Tick. Tick. The nearly pitch black room lit up dimly with the flashlight, but any sense of danger towards the darkness dissipated when they were presented with the blind monster chained to the wall.
"It. Can't. See."
Seraphina nodded hurriedly at his hushed whisper. It'd reminded her of another monster she wished to forget, the Lickers. The crawling, grotesque piece of flesh and muscle. A creature dependent on picking up sound and being so tough, it wouldn't die even if you unloaded bullets into it's oozing brain. Once they both backed away from the chained monster, you could see all of its terrible body parts. Long, sharp claws. Eyes sewed shut with a single thread.
Blood stained its skin, a layer of his face caked with crimson. The sight made her shiver. With the two of them, they had to go out of their way to make sure a single noise wouldn't escape their mouths. Long chains hung from the ceiling, clinking at the slightest wind blowing inside. Leon motioned with his hands and pointed towards a brighter room at the end of the hall. The two of them stepped slowly, their eyes trained on each other's movements.
Seraphina's knife holster collided with the hanging chain.
Shit.
Letting out an animalistic, angry roar, the blind monster raged and swung towards her. It's claws lunged, swiping at the source of the sound. Seraphina let out a cry of fear and collapsed to the floor, cursing every inch of her body before the monster stopped as if losing the sound. It let out a deep, low growl as its bared teeth gritted tightly. Almost as if it were tracking any sense of terror.
The claws were an inch away from her face. A single plunge will mangle all the flesh on her cheeks, eyes and skull. It miraculously lost the sound of Seraphina falling to the floor but Leon placed a finger to his lips. Underneath his ashy hair, his skin glistened. A sweat out of his horror. His handgun aimed for the back of the blind monster, the light press of his finger on the trigger. Each thing he did felt as if time was swinging in slow motion—hours before something would happen.
Yet, in a second, Leon had shot its back.
"Gotcha."
The blind monster furled his arm and spun around aimlessly, crying out of pain before the slimy parasite on its back wriggled around. Its blindness rendered it quite slow, which was the only way they could get a shot in. If they kept quiet while damaging the parasite, the monster would fall and they would be out of that cramped room.
