Bring on the night...
Leon Kennedy: an energetic and eager rookie cop looking forward to starting
a new life in Raccoon City, only to find the town strangely deserted…the
eerie evening silence broken only by an occasional footstep in the shadows,
and the faint, unearthly moan of something close by....
Claire Redfield: the resourceful but reckless younger sister of Chris
Redfield, one of the missing former members of the RPD's special S.T.A.R.S.
unit. Claire has come to Raccoon to find Chris at any cost, and to learn what
really happened the night her brother's team stormed an isolated mansion
deep in Raccoon Forest. But what she uncovers will raise only more
questions, and put Chris' fate in doubt....
For on this night, Raccoon City has become a necropolis. In a secret lab for
beneath its once-bustling streets, a botched attempt by the Umbrella
Corporation to retrieve a devastating mutagenic weapon has resulted in a
horrifying viral outbreak, transforming every man, woman, and child in the
city into one of the living dead. And all of them are hungry.
Claire and Leon have one chance to save themselves: get to RPD headquarters
and find some means of escape. But others have sought refuge in the precinct
as well, and not all of them are on the same side...
A shadow, soft and darting over the mashed remains some twenty feet in front
of her, and at the same time, Claire heard a strange rasping sound,
breathing——and she looked up, still not sure what she was seeing or hearing—that
ragged breathing and the tick of talons on wood, the talons themselves,
thick and curved, the claws of a creature that couldn't exist. Bug, the size
of a full-grown man, but the resemblance ended there—and it was so
impossible that she could only see it in pieces, her mind struggling to put
them together. The inflamed, purplish flesh of the naked, long-limbed
creature that clung to the ceiling. The puffed gray-white tissue of the
partially exposed brain. The scar-rimmed holes where the eyes should have
—not seeing this—
The creature's rounded head dropped back, the wide jaw opening, a ropy
stream of dark drool pouring out and splattering over what was left of the
cop. It extended its tongue, eely and pink, the rough surface shimmering
wetly as it slithered out. And out. And out, the snaking tongue uncoiling
and whipping from side to side, so long that it actually trailed through the
ripped flesh of the corpse.
The creature opened its mouth again and screamed—
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