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It's hell on Earth here, and the worst part... is that the infection just keeps mutating. Refining itself, spreading, and destroying everything in its path. No matter how many bullets, bombs, hell not even biochemical warfare can wipe away what humanity had set into the world. With how utterly fucked the situation is... it would be a miracle in of itself to reverse the hellscape that is the manufactured nightmare.
Which is why the small fries aren't the issue at hand... but rather, what could happen when they're left to mutate for too long. The horror of the virus sprawling its location, festering within the deep crevices of the ground, taking hold and morphing others into its own demented liking. Just what could one singular team do against a threat... like this?
The smell of decay. The rot of riot. A chaos uncontained, and its proof of unyielding presence surfaces in the form of a wicked and mighty foe strong enough to crush, melt, and conjoin all into one singular mind of madness: The Nemesis.
With a deep, earth-shaking bellowing groan, its body continues to split and evolve. Its grotesque form barely held together by many forms of DNA, carnage, and biomass unlike any have ever seen... the monster in of itself rips its gruesome claws up against the walls. Contained within the small space of a warehouse-like building, its shadow ever encompassing the mere ants that would scatter and evade its vicinity.
Yet... when its head rears itself upward, tendrils gushing from its makeshift flora of a base, a particular target had solely caught its undivided attention. With a looming scrawl of its body (rendering a nearby helicopter's noise into absolute zero) the Nemesis would be met with a rather harsh reality.
People may have given up here, ran, and hid away as their hubris allowed for their consequence to develop even further beyond recognition... but with a fire in her eyes, this one singular human was all it took in order to finally put to rest the one thing standing in between her- and the vaccine.
With a quick light dodge of thundering arms scraping against the ground, the woman makes her time count to the absolute maximum as she hurried to grab a generating power source. Pushing the reactors in one by one while whipping around to unleash a pelt of gunfire at the abomination attempting to cleave her in twine.
Panting, sweat sticking to her forehead from determination and anger, the woman finally pieces through a pulsating red weakpoint on the Nemesis' side. Causing it to recoil before, with a heavy CLUNK-! the last reactor had been latched in.
After a hiss of acid and another row of raking claws, she quickly bounds backwards and hurries to activate the device she so desperately needed in order to defeat this thing. Once and for all.
ALL POWERSOURCES ACTIVATED. POWERING UP.
"I've had enough of this, it's time that you took the fucking HINT!"
With a heavy clank and a sudden cyan-blue hue revving to life, the machine is taken from its platform. Crackling with electricity and plasma, its aim pointed directly at the monster's face.
With a sudden CRACK-! The rail gun not only goes off without a hitch, but right after the fact the device is taken and shoved right into the beast's maw.
With fire in her eyes, undeniable of her will to burn this monster to the ground, the rail gun revs up once more. With a sickening squelch, the energy beam cuts through its wall of biomass and muscle. Leaving it to waste as a massive and ugly stain on the floor.
With the device lowered with a heavy thud of its front, the woman pants and catches her breath. This hell hole, this fucking place... she needs to hurry and grab the vaccine before it's too late.
The smoke dissipates... revealing the one who ultimately had shot the barrel gun from the long distance away.
Jill Valentine - Resident Evil 3