“I saved your life, and this is how you thank me?” Chu Feng asked, spreading his hands with a slight shrug.
J.D.
swallowed hard, recalling how close those rotten jaws had come to his throat.
If Chu Feng hadn’t thrown that knife, he would have had his neck torn open.
Even if he felt uncomfortable with how casually Chu Feng took a life, the guy had saved him.
After a moment of hesitation, J.D.
nodded stiffly.
“…Thanks.” Rain stepped closer, staring down at the corpse.
Her eyes narrowed as she recognized the weapon embedded in the dead woman’s skull.
“Wait a minute.
That’s my tactical knife.
When the hell did you steal my knife?” “You should be worrying about yourself, not the blade,” Chu Feng replied calmly, gesturing toward the body.
“Anyone bitten by the infected gets contaminated with the virus.
It won’t be long before you turn into one of them.” Rain scoffed, wrapping a strip of gauze tightly around her bleeding palm.
“You think you’re scaring me?
The woman was just a crazy scientist who lost her mind.
There’s no such thing as zombies.” Chu Feng didn’t bother arguing.
When people refused to face reality, no amount of talking would convince them.
She would understand soon enough when the fever set in.
Heavy footsteps echoed down the metallic corridor as Chad, Alice, and Spence hurried around the corner, drawn by the sound of gunfire.
“What happened here?
Why were you shooting?” Chad demanded, taking in the scene—the bloody corpse on the floor, Rain bandaging her hand, and J.D.
catching his breath.
“We found a survivor,” Rain spat, her voice tight with pain.
“Or what was left of one.” Chad blinked in disbelief.
“So you shot her?” “She went insane and bit me!” Rain snapped.
“And we didn’t kill her—he did.” She pointed a finger at Chu Feng.
Chad’s eyes narrowed instantly.
He unholstered his sidearm and leveled it directly at Chu Feng.
“I knew there was something off about you.
Why would Umbrella hire a civilian like you in a top-secret facility?
Who are you really, and why did you murder a survivor?” “Take a look at her blood before you start throwing accusations,” Chu Feng said calmly, unbothered by the gun pointed at him.
Alice stepped forward, kneeling beside the corpse to inspect the wound where the knife had pierced the skull.
“The blood…
it’s dark.
It’s barely flowing.” Matt Addison, still handcuffed, noticed a small glint on the floor.
Rain had dropped her handcuff keys during the struggle.
Moving casually, Matt squatted near the body as if to examine it, discreetly palming the keys into his pocket before looking up.
“It’s already coagulated,” Matt noted, putting on his best analytical tone.
“What does that mean?” J.D.
asked, frowning.
“Blood doesn’t coagulate like that before death,” Alice said softly, her eyes wide as the medical logic clicked in her head.
“Meaning she was already dead before Chu Feng threw that knife,” Matt finished.
J.D.
stared at them, completely bewildered.
“What kind of crazy talk is that?
She just attacked Rain!
I saw her moving, screaming, trying to bite my throat out!
How could she have been dead before he stabbed her?” Chad looked back and forth between the corpse and Chu Feng, his grip on his pistol loosening slightly.
“If she was already dead…
then what did he actually kill?” “Can we just get out of here?” Spence interrupted nervously, his face pale and slick with sweat.
Having witnessed the horrific laser corridor massacre that wiped out Captain Shade and the rest of the squad, Spence wanted nothing more than to escape this underground tomb.
“We can’t leave,” Rain insisted, tightening her grip on her submachine gun.
“Not until the Captain and the rest of the team get back.” Chad looked down at the floor, his voice dropping to a grim whisper.
“Nobody is coming back.” Rain froze, her eyes flashing with anger.
“What the hell are you talking about, Chad?” “They’re dead!” Chad shouted, his nerves finally snapping.
“The laser grid…
the security system sliced them to pieces!
It’s just us left!” “Shut up!” Rain lunged toward Chad, grabbing his tactical vest.
“Don’t you dare say that!” “Enough!” J.D.
stepped between them, pushing them apart.
“Both of you, quiet!” Silence fell over the red-lit hallway.
Then came a sound.
Screeech…
screeech…
It was a heavy, scraping metal noise, slowly dragging against the steel floorplates.
The sound echoed through the shadows, drawing closer second by second.
Around the bend of the corridor, a tall figure stumbled into the dim red light.
One of his legs was twisted at a grotesque angle, yet he dragged himself forward with relentless momentum, his hands gripping a heavy fire axe that scraped against the floor.
Gaaarrrh…
A guttural, wet groan echoed behind him.
Then another.
And another.
The dark passageways around Dining Room B began to churn with movement.
Dozens of figures emerged from the shadows—former Umbrella lab technicians, security guards, and researchers.
Many had half their faces torn away or gaping holes in their torsos, yet they shuffled forward with unnatural, relentless purpose.
“God above…” Matt breathed, taking a step back.
“Don’t move!
Stay back!” J.D.
yelled, raising his rifle with shaking hands.
“They’re behind us too!” Spence panicked, looking over his shoulder.
“We’re completely surrounded!” A snarling zombie lunged from the gloom straight at Rain.
Reacting on pure combat instinct, Rain grabbed the creature’s head, twisted violently until its neck snapped with a loud crack, and shoved it to the floor.
Bang!
Bang!
She opened fire, pumping two heavy rounds into its chest.
The impact knocked the zombie onto its back.
But before anyone could breathe a sigh of relief, the creature’s fingers twitched.
With unnatural, jerky movements, it pushed itself back up from the pool of black blood and continued shuffling toward them.