The flickering fluorescence of the underground lab cast unsettling shadows along the walls. Sienna Wolfe pressed herself against a cold steel column, her breath steady, her senses heightened. The air buzzed faintly, the telltale hum of Umbrella's advanced security systems.
Her interface pinged silently in the corner of her vision.
Mission Update: Secure Prototype Antidote.
Objective: Retrieve and escape with the T-Phalanx vial from Lab Zeta. Threat Level: Extreme. Penalties: Permanent system deactivation.
Sienna's lip curled. "As if you needed to remind me."
A low growl reverberated from the next room. She checked her magazine—eight rounds, standard FMJ. It would barely tickle whatever B.O.W. Umbrella had lurking in this hellhole. Slinging her rifle, she slipped a knife from her thigh holster and adjusted her suppressor.
Moving with fluid precision, Sienna eased the door open, her silhouette blending seamlessly into the labyrinthine corridors of Lab Zeta. Her system's minimap flickered, updating her position.
Her footsteps were silent as she approached the heart of the lab, her knife poised for close-quarters combat. Her mind ticked like a clock, calculating the best way to conserve resources.
A sudden shuffle of movement caught her attention. She froze, the faint metallic scrape of claws echoing through the air.
Threat Detected: Gamma Hunter X
Abilities: Thermal detection, regenerative tissue, long-range pounce. Weak Point: Exposed chest cavity.
She tensed, her pulse quickening. Sliding into the shadows of a maintenance alcove, she studied the Gamma Hunter as it prowled past, its elongated limbs contorting unnaturally. Its milky, sightless eyes were a reminder that it didn't need vision to find its prey.
The Hunter paused, nostrils flaring as it caught the faintest trace of her scent. Its head snapped toward her hiding spot.
Sienna didn't wait.
A flashbang from her belt clattered to the floor. Light and sound erupted, stunning the creature as she darted out, knife in hand. The blade plunged deep into the creature's chest, twisting cruelly as the Hunter shrieked.
It swung wildly, claws grazing her shoulder as she ducked. She pivoted behind it, firing three suppressed shots into its torso. The Hunter collapsed in a spasmodic heap, its regeneration cut short by the precise strikes.
"Stay dead," Sienna muttered, wiping her blade clean on its mottled hide.
The Lab Zeta Antechamber
Lab Zeta's entrance loomed ahead, sealed by a biometric lock. A crimson light pulsed ominously, daring her to find a way through.
Her system flashed.
New Sub-Mission: Override Lab Access Protocols.
Reward: Access to Prototype Armory.
Sienna scanned her surroundings, eyes landing on a nearby corpse slumped against the wall. The scientist's ID badge dangled from their pocket, a gruesome red smear across their lab coat.
"Perfect," she murmured.
Retrieving the badge, she moved to the console. Her fingers flew across the keys, bypassing security protocols as the system guided her through the hack. Alarms blared briefly before silencing, the door sliding open with a hiss.
The room beyond was a stark contrast to the bleak corridors. Gleaming surfaces reflected sterile light, and rows of containment pods lined the walls. Inside each pod floated abominations—failed experiments, grotesque amalgamations of human and beast.
At the far end of the room, a secure glass case held a single vial of vivid blue liquid.
T-Phalanx Antidote Acquired.
Sienna approached cautiously. Her fingers brushed the case's locking mechanism, and the system pinged.
Warning: Hostile presence detected.
Her stomach dropped as the glass walls of the containment pods shattered in unison.
A cacophony of snarls erupted as the creatures inside the pods spilled out. Their malformed bodies moved with predatory intent, limbs twitching unnaturally as they adjusted to their freedom.
Sienna's instincts kicked in. She dove behind a console, drawing her modular rifle. Switching to incendiary rounds, she let loose a volley, the bullets igniting on impact and setting the nearest creatures ablaze.
But there were too many. For every one she took down, two more emerged from the shadows.
She activated her system's inventory mid-combat, crafting a proximity mine using salvaged materials. With a quick throw, she placed it at the chokepoint. The explosion sent a wave of fire and shrapnel through the advancing horde.
Panting, she darted toward the antidote, grabbing the vial and securing it in her inventory.
"Not today, Umbrella."
As she sprinted toward the exit, the lab shook violently. A deafening roar reverberated through the facility.
"No, no, no…" she hissed, her blood running cold.
The hulking figure of Nemesis smashed through the far wall, its massive frame illuminated by flickering sparks. Its black trench coat was shredded, exposing a mass of writhing tentacles beneath.
Sienna's system pinged frantically.
Nemesis: Evolved Form Detected
Threat Level: Critical. Recommended Action: Evade.
"Easier said than done," she muttered, gripping her railgun.
Nemesis charged, its massive fists crashing into the floor where she'd stood moments before. The impact sent her sprawling, her railgun clattering out of reach.
Thinking fast, she lobbed a grenade, the explosion momentarily disorienting the monster. Seizing the opportunity, she grabbed the railgun and sprinted toward the nearest service tunnel.
The tunnel was a gauntlet of collapsing debris and relentless pursuit. Nemesis tore through obstacles with terrifying ease, its growls echoing like a death knell.
Sienna's stamina dwindled with every step. She reached a maintenance shaft, sliding through just as Nemesis's massive hand swiped at her.
The railgun hummed in her hands as she aimed it through the opening.
"Come on, you ugly bastard," she growled, firing.
The blast struck Nemesis square in the chest, sending it reeling back into the collapsing lab. Dust and fire consumed the creature as Sienna pulled herself up the shaft, gasping for air.
Emerging onto the surface, she was greeted by the distant rumble of Raccoon City's impending destruction. The antidote vial glinted in her inventory display, a bittersweet reminder of her mission's cost.
Her comm crackled. "Sienna, do you copy? We've got survivors heading toward the extraction point."
"I'm on my way," she replied, glancing back at the ruined skyline.
For the first time in years, she felt something akin to hope.