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The air smelled funny, but then again, everything smelled funny nowadays. Unless… He really hoped the smell wasn’t coming from him. There wasn’t much Nemesis could do about that, though, what with the lack of clean water at his disposal to bathe in. As it is, he had to drink foul-tasting, tepid water. Thankfully he didn’t have to worry about further infection, but it didn’t do anything for his appetite to drink that nasty stuff. Not… that he had much of an appetite to begin with. Having the mind of a vegetarian trapped inside a body that only gained nutrition from meat was disconcerting to say the least.
All these random things he pondered as he walked down what used to be a major highway. No cars were moving on it now, and in fact, they lay strewn about, abandoned carelessly by their previous owners. Now and then he saw a shriveled corpse inside one, proof that the owner of that particular vehicle didn’t make it out in time. It was a total mess of car parts, desiccated bodies, and other debris on the roadways now, but that didn’t stop Nemesis. He trudged effortlessly across the asphalt, not caring if he randomly stepped on metal or glass with his large, booted feet. It wasn’t like it could hurt him. Not much could hurt him anymore… at least, not physically.
Currently, he had no weapons other than his own teeth and fists. His chain gun had run out of ammunition years ago, so there had been no point in toting it around. Ammunition and weapons weren’t what he was looking for, however. Nemesis was in search of survivors. Despite his gruesome appearance, infected – but thankfully not contagious – state, and former subjugation by Umbrella, Nemesis currently answered to no one and was eager to help survivors in this apocalyptic hell. He hadn’t seen any in a long time, and usually when he did, they shot at him or threw rocks and then ran the other way. Nemesis wasn’t about to give up hope, though.
He stopped short when he heard a noise, something like an engine. Sure enough, he saw a vehicle coming up the road, swerving deftly around the various obstacles to be found. It came to a stop some distance away from him, probably because he had not bothered to move from the middle of the roadway. He could vaguely see someone moving in it, and as he stared, his automatic targeting AI system, hooked to the retinal nerve of his augmented yet stapled right eye and implanted in his brain, already began to attempt to identify the person…
[ ᴛᴀʀɢᴇᴛ ɪᴅᴇɴᴛɪғɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ɪɴ ᴘʀᴏɢʀᴇss… ]
[ ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇssɪɴɢ… ]
[ ɪᴅᴇɴᴛɪғɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ꜰᴀɪʟᴇᴅ. ]
[ ᴜɴᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ʙsᴀᴀ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ. ʀᴀɴᴋ: ᴜɴᴋɴᴏᴡɴ. ]
[ ʜᴏsᴛɪʟɪᴛʏ ꜰᴀᴄᴛᴏʀ: ᴜɴᴋɴᴏᴡɴ. ]
[ ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴛ ʟᴇᴠᴇʟ: ᴜɴᴋɴᴏᴡɴ. ]
BSAA? Is that like S.T.A.R.S.? Nemesis didn’t know, but he made no move to attack the vehicle. He simply stood calmly and waited, his tentacles undulating with curiosity behind his shoulders, wondering if the person would try to interact with him or simply drive away. Or… try to run me over. By now, Nemesis had just about seen it all as far as survivor reactions to him.
