"Well, what can you do? Better to be human than a monster, even if it's a strong one. I saw the Tyrants' characteristics in the lab—impressive, of course, but I wouldn't want to become something like that. No offense." Foue Eyes mimicked my intonation.
Well, she definitely be tired. What if I am aggressive and can't stand such jabs? After all, we've only known each other for a short time, and it's a bit silly to judge me by human standards.
"So what do you suggest? Help them?" The girl looked at me skeptically.
"No, just watch what they do. After all, I can easily pretend to be human in this outfit. And maybe it won't be necessary. If the zombies eat them, then so be it. And if not, we'll take it from there. And what if it really is that squad? The probability is quite high. And we definitely don't need such distractions. Especially if they find out about me—it could become a problem better eliminated right away. And I'm also curious about who the survivor is running from. He moves very strangely. Sometimes it feels like he's dodging something bulky, and other times it seems like he's being shot at," I replied.
It seems Foue Eyes also grew curious, and I suspect that a significant part of that curiosity was driven by a desire to test my words—because even if it was lighthearted test, it was still a test of me and my abilities. As for me… let's just say that I still hope to meet, if not the scientist, then at least one of the key figures in this mess. And if this really is a government squad, it's a real gold mine! Thanks to the passage of time and the presence of people nearby, that was enough to awaken a still-weak but hungry desire.
"So, let's go and watch," Foue Eyes said again, with that frightening enthusiasm.
No sooner said than done. Actually, we weren't really walking but running, as I slightly adjusted my course toward the people who had caught our interest. I managed to arrive at the meeting between the group and the survivor right on time—if not a little late, in my opinion. And yes, luck smiled on me twice. Not only was the larger group from Echo-6, at least according to the special forces soldier's memories, but the survivor… or rather, the survivor turned out to be Jill Valentine.
No, she was somewhat different from the game version—at least in that she was more tired and grubby. After all, only in games can you avoid getting dirty and exhausted, and on top of the outfit I already knew, she was wearing a bulletproof vest that completely hid her figure. And to be honest, for some reason she seemed younger to me, although the place also leaves its mark on a person. So, in fact, she may not be that old at all—but she looked like she was in her thirties.
"Hey, do you like the girl? Or is it just gastronomic interest?" Yamata whispered teasingly, noticing my attention.
"No, I'm just curious to see one of the surviving S.T.A.R.S. members. They're the local elite, after all," I chuckled.
"Did you figure it out quickly, or did you already know?" asked Yamata, watching from the roof.
"Their uniforms are very noticeable. And despite the similarity in colors, they're much better equipped than the police, but not reduce maneuverability like its colleagues encased in bulletproof vests." I shrugged, still watching what was happening below us—and there was something to see…
Jill ran at full speed onto a car next to the wall and even took a couple of steps up the wall itself. Why such acrobatic stunts? It was simple: she was running away from the bus that had hit her—or rather, rolled over her… That's right. Nemesis.
Now that was truly impressive! The strongest Bio-Organic Weapon (B.O.W.) of the Umbrella Corporation. An improved Tyrant… I honestly don't know how, but even a blind could tell that it was related to the Tyrant project. Despite Nemesis's extreme ugliness, its height and build were quite similar. In fact, only monsters of the Tyrant project tower over humans by a good meter and more. And the closed suit—something like armor or a vest—was also a hallmark of these creatures. At least of Nemesis.
Umbrella still protects it, unlike the Tyrants, who are already resistant to gunfire and are not produced in single copies. Unlike this more perfect monster, which now stood calmly on the other side of the bus blocking the road, to the left of the alley the people had come from, staring at the Echo-6 squad.
By the way, if they're the sixth, then there must be previous ones. And if so, are those squads here too? , the special forces soldier had no memory of this information.Unfortunately
"You need to run!" Jill waved her hand, gesturing toward Nemesis, who was still calmly watching them. Heh. Yes, this creature would be stronger than the Tyrants.
"What the hell is that?" asked one of the two girls on their team—the one with short blond hair. Blonde. Tsk.
"That's a really good question!" said the Black guy from the same team, who was aiming his gun at the monster but hadn't fired yet.
(End of Chapter)
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