In the movie, the first to be infected with the T-Virus was, Rae, and now, the first to be infected, is still Rae!
Is this the legendary plot inertia?
Thoughts raced through kevin's mind as he swept a glance at Matthew and the others who then walked into the room, stepping forward to think of the medic and asking, "How are the injuries?"
The paramedic looked back at kevin as he continued to bandage, "Those things bit off a chunk of Rae's flesh, good thing they didn't injure an artery or it would have been a problem if they caused a lot of bleeding."
Skillfully exploding the wound for Rae, the medic turned back and said, "Rae can't engage in strenuous exercise for the time being, and the bitten right arm doesn't affect her activities."
"My left arm shoots just as accurately!"
Rae moved the five fingers of her right hand to show that she was unaffected.
"You've been bitten by those things!"
Matt walked in, the striking gauze on Rae's arm the first thing that caught his eye!
At this moment, his expression looked very worried, even a little nervous, as an environmentalist, they also possessed some unknown intelligence channels, more or less knowing a little inside, combined with kevin's previous statement, immediately came to a conclusion!
"So what?"
Jedi tightened the cold firearm in his hand and swept his eyes toward Matt, very upset about his fussing, but the white knuckles of his pinched fingers revealed his inner turmoil ...
Does he realize it too? ...
Due to kevin's order, in addition to the appearance of another kind of monster other than zombies here, everyone's spirit, which had just been a bit relaxed, suddenly tensed up again!
"Have you finished searching this security room?"
kevin's eyes, looking over at Jedi.
"Not ... yet, we were attacked by one of those things just as we entered this weapons storage room."
Jedi said, pointing her finger at the bodies of the two zombie dogs on the ground.
"Matthew, let's go to the surveillance room."
KEVIN calls the roll and asks Matthew to come with him to check out the surveillance room.
The door to the surveillance room was only a few steps away from where kevin and the others were now, so even if there were any surprises, the crowd would all be in time to pick up the pieces!
"Good."
Without a moment's delay, Matthew nodded and instantly assumed a standard search tactical maneuver, leaning toward the metal door of the surveillance room!
"Wait!"
"What's wrong?"
kevin looked back quizzically at the medic, the woman who was supposed to be the first to die in the hive.
"You've sprained your foot and need to be iced immediately or you'll be in danger of getting worse."
The medic said, opening his emergency medical kit to reveal many of the medical props in it that kevin didn't even recognize.
"I ..."
"I'll go, just leave the searching to me."
Before kevin could finish his sentence, Ellis stepped forward and squeezed kevin's shoulder, pressing him into a sitting position on the ground, raising the small-caliber pistol in her hand and following behind Matthew.
In fact, we all know that kevin's value, in relation to the command, as well as the familiarity with the hive, the ability to deal with all kinds of situations in the face!
As for the fight, lol ...
KEVIN raised an eyebrow and ultimately didn't say anything, allowing the medic to remove his shoes and socks and gingerly retrieve a specialty thermos containing a small amount of liquid nitrogen from his medical kit.
As we all know, nitrogen in its liquid state possesses an extremely low temperature that can instantly freeze sleep!
Utilizing liquid nitrogen at over two hundred degrees below zero, the paramedic quickly created a rudimentary ice pack and applied it to the slightly swollen area of kevin's ankle.
kevin's expression twitched slightly, not because of the cold temperature of the ice packs, but the neighborhood he sensed that the lickers, who had completed their mutation, had arrived!
After a successful mutation, the Lickers become more agile, more powerful, and their hunting instincts are sharper!
In short, kevin's lickers, have begun to evolve towards the perfect hunter-killer!
Every bone of its body, not an inch of muscle, is designed to make it faster, hunting becomes more efficient, it's like it was born to kill, just by virtue of that trace of sense in the underworld, kevin was able to feel the kind of cold and cruel beauty contained in all parts of the licker's body!
It might not be appropriate to call it a licker anymore, and the title of hunter-killer might suit it better!
Of course, there is no such thing as a free lunch, and as the hunters become further powerful, the time for survival among the kevin time limit passes even more rapidly!
It was counting down at almost three times the usual speed, on the fly!
The usual reduction of one second is now a full three seconds less!
"Kill!"
The corners of kevin's mouth twitched, after becoming his pet, it seemed that the hunter-killer could strengthen itself by hunting and devouring other creatures, but if things went on like this, even if it evolved into a divine beast, kevin wouldn't necessarily dare to summon it out ah!
The good thing is, the hunter-killer for the zombies of the genes, has been ingested almost, has been strengthened to the limit, continue to kill, will not enhance its power ...
(Uh, ...)
KEVIN suddenly realized that this thought of his was a bit strange, and there was actually a feeling of relief that his pet could not continue to be strengthened.
Checking his time limit again, he had less than twenty-eight hours to go, and if he kept this thing up all the time, kevin's survival time, just over nine hours!
The last few hours of your life, it's not a good feeling, it's scary enough.
KEVIN only glanced at it and hurriedly put away the time limit, looking at the horrifying speed of the flow, he was in a cold sweat, fearing that it would suddenly accelerate by a hundred times and instantly obliterate him!
And letting the hunters kill zombies isn't just a way to vent their frustrations.
For one thing, in killing, the hunter can build up energy that can be used to heal themselves in future battles, and for another ...
What the hunter said to kill, was the route that kevin and his party, were going to take next!
Reduce the risk by clearing this road of walkers first!
During the time that kevin was icing his ankle and Matthew and Alice were searching the surveillance room, the two raiders, who only had one or two magazines left, had searched the entire weapons storage room.
The results were disheartening!
Outside of prying open a drawer and finding two pistols with full magazines, they found nothing!
The entire weapons storage room was set up in a very strange way, with round tables made of tempered glass with spilled cups of coffee on them, and several wooden chairs with carved backrests that looked very comfortable.
On the side wall outside the large alloy door that led to the monitoring room, there was also a huge glass shelf with various colored liquids in glass vessels, which seemed to be some kind of experimental equipment and raw materials.
Among them were also several small petri dishes enclosed in readily accessible glass cabinets, in which were cultivated substances either green or black, which appeared to be penicillin-like molds.
This nominal weapons storage room had no appearance of weapons storage at all, looking more like a resting place for security personnel or a sample room!
"After all, the Hive is an enclosed space, it's not easy for saboteurs to blend in, and their defense focuses on commercial spies."
Matt made a judgment call on this and spoke out to comfort the two mercenaries.
"How do you know so much? Are you a commercial spy?"
One of the raiders replied in a nonchalant manner, Matt's good intentions being taken for an ass.
Not having found the much-needed ammunition, the mercenary naturally wasn't in much of a good mood.
If you say it, you don't mean it, but if you hear it, you mean it.
Matt instantly fell silent; the purpose of his infiltration into the Hive was to find his sister, who, in a way, was a commercial spy infiltrating the Umbrella Corporation!
Seeing Matt fall silent, the mercenary didn't say anything more and fiddled with the loot he found.
A pistol, a couple magazines.
kevin had said that every bullet, has the potential to be a last minute savior, this theory was obviously taken as supreme by this mercenary, no matter how small the mosquito's leg is, it's still meat.
The sprain was given an ice pack and kevin felt much better, or at least the slight pain that he had felt before was gone.
The broken capillaries contracted because of the low temperature, stopping further bleeding. If the conditions permit, kevin will take some medicines internally to activate blood circulation and remove blood stasis, and rest for a few days and he will be cured!
"As long as you don't engage in too much strenuous exercise, it shouldn't get worse."