Raccoon City – Late Evening, a hidden Umbrella Research Facility beneath the city.
The roar of Nemesis still echoes in my mind, even though I've long since lost sight of him. The sound reverberates through my skull, a constant reminder of his pursuit. My muscles ache from the fight, and the cold steel of the railgun weighs heavily in my hands. It's a brutal reminder that while I've learned to adapt, to survive, nothing in this city is ever truly over.
Raccoon City is a place where hope comes to die, and tonight is no different.
I push forward, navigating through the winding corridors of a forgotten Umbrella facility buried beneath the city. The lights flicker sporadically, casting long shadows that seem to move with a mind of their own. The walls are covered in grime, the smell of stale air and chemical decay permeating every inch.
The system pings in the corner of my vision, its sterile voice an unwelcome interruption to my thoughts.
Objective: Secure Umbrella Research Documents. Retrieve Lab Keycard.
Penalty: -10 Health Points for failure to retrieve keycard in 10 minutes.
The ticking timer feels like a weight on my chest. Every second counts, but every corner is a new risk. I've been down here long enough to know that nothing is as it seems. The moment I lower my guard, it's over.
I move silently, my boots whispering on the cold concrete floor. I glance at my inventory. My weapons are ready: the railgun prototype, a combat knife, a suppressed Glock, and enough health supplies to keep me going for a while. The system makes a soft, almost apologetic chime as I check my stamina. Half depleted.
The deeper I go into this labyrinth of corridors and locked doors, the more I feel the weight of my mission pressing down on me. I can't fail. Not after everything that's happened.
I pause in front of a sealed door, its frame marked with a faded yellow biohazard symbol. The terminal next to it flickers, its red warning light flashing in rhythm with my pulse. It's locked. I could hack it, but my time is running out.
Instead, I move back, scanning the hallway for an alternative route. There. A ventilation shaft above me, just wide enough for me to squeeze through. It's risky, but it might be faster than waiting for the door to open.
I grab hold of the nearest pipe and use it to hoist myself up, the shaft cool and constricting as I make my way forward. My every movement is deliberate, calculated. The air feels thicker in this cramped space—like it's filled with a thousand invisible eyes, watching.
Just as I think I might be getting out, I hear it. The unmistakable sound of dragging feet, faint at first but growing louder. I freeze, my heart pounding in my chest.
The shaft bends sharply, and I peer around the corner just in time to see a Licker creeping through the hallway below. Its long, twisted tongue flicks in and out, tasting the air. I press myself flat against the cool metal of the shaft, barely breathing. The creature's head swivels, its beady eyes scanning the dark corridor, and for a moment, I'm sure it's going to spot me.
System Prompt:
Enemy: Licker
Health: 85%
Danger Level: High
Weakness: Sound-based distraction
I exhale slowly, the plan forming in my mind. Lickers are fast, but they're blind—reliant on sound to detect their prey. I reach into my bag and pull out a glass bottle, the kind I've used for distractions in the past. I hold my breath as I toss it down the hallway.
The bottle shatters, and the Licker's head snaps toward the sound. It moves toward the noise with unnerving speed, its claws scraping against the floor. I use the moment of distraction to slip past, my body low to the ground as I continue down the shaft.
I make it to the next junction, the exit just ahead. I drop down onto a dusty metal grate and roll to absorb the impact, landing silently on my feet. The facility opens up before me—an expansive laboratory with rows of computers, equipment, and locked containment chambers. The hum of electricity is almost deafening, but there's something else—the sound of movement. More of them.
I draw my Glock, keeping my back to the wall as I edge closer to a terminal. Access Control. My fingers fly over the keypad, a soft beep indicating I've bypassed the lock. The door ahead opens, revealing a long, dimly lit corridor.
I step forward, each step measured, as though I were walking in a minefield. The system blinks again.
Objective: Lab Keycard Located. 20 Meters Ahead.
That's my target. But it's never that easy, is it?
I hear it before I see it. The rumble of heavy footsteps, like something massive and terrifying is closing in. My stomach tightens. I know that sound. Nemesis.
I don't have time to hesitate. I move toward the objective, my every instinct screaming at me to run. The first room on the left is a small armory, packed with experimental weapons, ammo, and a few grenades. I grab what I can—modular ammunition, flashbangs, and a few grenades. As I stuff them into my pack, the sound of Nemesis's footsteps grows louder. He's close, far too close.
I take a deep breath, forcing myself to calm down. I need to outsmart him. I glance around the armory, spotting a small, industrial-grade vent on the far wall. It's tight, but I can squeeze through if I'm fast enough.
I hear the creak of metal behind me. My heartbeat quickens, but I don't look back. I bolt for the vent, my boots clanging against the steel floor as I dive through. I barely make it inside before Nemesis's fist slams into the wall where I just stood.
I crawl through the ventilation shaft, my heart racing. I don't know how much time I have, but I know one thing for sure—I can't let him catch me. Not here. Not now.
The shaft opens into another room. There, across the far side of the lab, is a small terminal with a glowing red light. The lab keycard is within reach.
I step out of the shaft, glancing around. The coast is clear, but the system warns me that Nemesis is still searching for me. Escape Time: 5 Minutes.
I sprint toward the terminal, my fingers flying over the keyboard. The door slides open with a mechanical hiss, revealing the keycard. I snatch it up, my hand trembling as I scan the ID badge.
Just as I secure the keycard, I hear a deafening crash. Nemesis has found me. His massive form fills the doorway, his glowing yellow eyes locked on mine.
System Alert:
Nemesis: Eliminate Target
Health: 100%
Warning: Critical Danger. Immediate Action Required.
The timer is ticking down, and I'm trapped. There's no more running.
I have one option.
I drop to the ground, rolling under the massive creature's legs, narrowly avoiding his crushing blows. I get to my feet and pull the railgun from my pack, chambering a round. The hum of the energy weapon fills my ears. This is it.
I take a steady breath. This fight ends now.
The battle is nothing like anything I've ever fought before. Nemesis is a nightmare, a living tank that never stops coming. I use everything I've learned—the traps, the quick thinking, and the environment to my advantage. As he charges at me, I duck behind a row of crates, firing off precise shots. The railgun's recoil shakes me to my core, but each shot hits with bone-crushing force.
Finally, with one last explosion of force, the creature stumbles back, slamming into a support beam. The whole lab shakes.
But I'm not safe yet. I need to leave. I race for the exit, my breath ragged, my body exhausted. Nemesis roars in fury behind me, but I'm already gone.
I emerge into the dark, crumbling streets of Raccoon City. I made it. For now.
But deep down, I know the real fight is just beginning. This city… it's going to burn.
And I'll make sure Umbrella burns with it.