Alan Han checked the shotgun’s ammo, pulled two shells from his waistband, and loaded them in.
If he remembered correctly, a zombie dog would crawl out from the ventilation shaft at the corner outside in a moment.
To be fair, that scene had startled him back when he played the game.
Alan Han and Leon moved forward on guard.
Just as I expected.
“Roar!”
The zombie dog burst out of the vent.
Alan Han seized the moment right after it lunged out and fired at its flank.
With a deafening blast, pellets sprayed from the muzzle, ripping open the zombie dog’s abdomen with sheer kinetic force, its organs scattering everywhere.
The pellets that passed through slammed straight into the concrete floor, leaving several visible pockmarks.
Leon drew his pistol and fired a shot straight into the zombie dog’s head as it lay on the ground.
He had clearly learned his lesson about zombies playing dead.
Alan Han kept moving forward.
Sure enough, another zombie dog crawled out of the vent around the corner ahead.
Shotgun.
Enjoy the pellets.
A burst of fire and smoke flared.
When it cleared, Alan Han nodded in satisfaction at the mangled corpse of the zombie dog.
Sherry looked at the dog on the ground, convinced it was a bad dog, and quietly gave it a kick.
“Alright, Leon, time to head back to the police station.”
“No problem.
Good thing we dealt with all the dogs in those cages earlier, though it did cost us quite a few bullets.”
Alan Han shrugged, then looked up at the lights now glowing on the ceiling.
With the lights on, it didn’t feel like Resident Evil anymore.
Just the ‘bio’ part was left
Sherry wasn’t as scared as before.
She let go of Claire’s pant leg and walked obediently between them.
As the area brightened, Alan Han’s memory of the map became clearer.
Before running into any zombies, he and Leon found a staircase leading to the first floor of the police station.
They climbed the stairs and entered a room on the right.
It was a safe room.
As usual, Leon switched on his flashlight and started searching, while Alan Han felt along the wall and, as expected, found a button.
He pressed it, and the room lit up.
Leon looked at the lights, slightly surprised, then turned off his flashlight.
“Nice.
Looks like this is a safe room.”
Alan Han nodded, pulled over a stool, and sat down.
“I’m exhausted.
Just a dumb college student here.”
Leaning on the table, Alan Han closed his eyes and went over everything that had happened.
It was hard to say whether it was good or bad.
The good part was meeting Leon and seeing firsthand his innocence, kindness, bravery, sense of responsibility, and, well, his looks.
The bad part was, of course, all the danger they had faced.
Leon dragged over a chair and sat down as well, resting his left hand behind his neck and rolling his head to loosen his muscles.
“Yeah, same here.”
“Honestly, I was already hungry by the time I got to the Gas Station.”
Alan Han couldn’t help but laugh.
Resident Evil sounded intense, but in reality, it was a story about someone saving the world on an empty stomach.
Claire sat down too, placing Sherry on her lap.
“Me too!
I rode here on a motorcycle, freezing and starving, and now I have to deal with all this.
If it weren’t for my stupid brother.”
I’m hungry too.
Alan Han sighed.
Even if there was food here, he wouldn’t dare eat it.
Thinking about the plot, this was still just the beginning.
Better get used to being hungry.
At least he wasn’t alone or afraid anymore.
Alan Han looked up at Leon, who reminded him of a big golden retriever.
Leon and Alan Han removed their magazines, took the bullets they had found in the safe room, loaded them, and chambered their weapons.
Claire also pulled out her revolver and refilled the cylinder.
For a moment, the crisp clicks of slides locking into place and the cylinder snapping shut echoed in the room.
After a short rest, Leon stood up and exchanged a look with Alan Han.
Then both of them turned to Claire, who was ready as well.
“Alright, let’s go.”
Alan Han stood, took a deep breath of the relatively clean air in the safe room, and followed Leon out.
In the brightly lit corridor, the group moved cautiously.
Alan Han glanced at the window but had no intention of checking it.
Leon had learned his lesson.
Sometimes, curiosity just gets you killed.
Claire did want to take a look, but Sherry tugged her back.
“Ugh…”
Leon spotted two zombies standing at the stairwell around the corner ahead.
In the cramped space, they looked especially out of place.
“Han, stay in cover.
I’ll handle them with this.”
He held up the grenade in his hand.
Alan Han nodded, then watched as Leon pulled the pin, threw it, and turned away to avoid the blast.
Then Leon made a pained grimace.
Great.
A brand-new reaction meme.
Alan Han stepped forward to take a look.
The zombies had been blown so badly they were nearly charred, but the fuse box on the wall beside them was completely intact.
Unbelievable.
He glanced at the half-body beneath the iron door nearby.
Leon and Alan Han both fell silent for a moment.
No wonder they couldn’t pull him out before.
There were three zombies behind him.
Elliot really suffered.
Leon took out the fuse they had found in the safe room and inserted it.
The iron door slowly opened.
“Roar!”
The other half of Elliot had also turned into a zombie.
Alan Han pulled out the handgun he had taken from the officer’s body.
After a brief hesitation, he fired twice in quick succession.
Two bullets entered Elliot’s head one after the other, bursting out the back of his skull in a spray of blood.
The zombie finally went still.
Both of them fell silent.
Leon seemed to realize something.
“Marvin… he must have ended up like this too.”
Leon didn’t want to go to the lobby anymore.
But.
Alan Han patted him on the shoulder.
“At least we’re still alive, right?
And we can still avenge Marvin.
I mean, we’ve already taken down so many zombies.”
“That’s right, Leon.
I believe you’ll avenge Officer Marvin.”
Leon looked at Alan Han and Claire, who were trying to comfort him, and gave a bitter smile.
With his friends encouraging him, what excuse did he have to keep dragging himself down?
“I understand.
Thanks.
Then… let’s go.”
Stepping over the body, they returned to the area where they had first arrived.
It was still pitch black.
They turned on their flashlights.
The ground was littered with zombie corpses, but there was no immediate danger.
“Leon, didn’t we skip this area earlier?”
Alan Han suddenly remembered there was something they should have picked up.
“Hm?
Let me think… yeah, you’re right.
We were in a hurry to get back to the lobby.”
Alan Han suggested they do a quick search.
They were running low on ammo.
Leon agreed.
He still wasn’t mentally prepared.
He wasn’t ready to face a possibly zombified Marvin.
Claire agreed as well.
She was running low on revolver ammo too.
Bang.
Leon opened a cabinet, and a corpse fell out, startling him.
“Leon, your luck’s not so great, is it?”
Leon stepped over the body and looked at Claire.
“Guess so.
But at least I’m still alive, right?”
“Ha, well, that means your luck hasn’t run out yet.”
They returned to the pile of police officers’ bodies and collected the bullets and magazines left behind.
Alan Han opened the press conference room.
It was dark inside.
All the other doors were blocked by tables or chairs.
He walked over to a desk nearby and opened a drawer.
A bottle of fuel lay inside.
Got the fuel.
Now where do I put it?
Seeing that Alan Han had actually found fuel, Leon looked puzzled.
“No snacks or drinks in the press room, but fuel?
The police department must be short on budget.”
“Let me give them a reason.
Maybe they’re planning to sell fuel to reporters.”
Claire picked up the joke, and the three nearly burst out laughing.
Looks like this police station is pretty considerate.
They even thought about reporters running out of gas.
After finishing the search, they prepared to return to the lobby.
When they reached it, Alan Han and Leon saw the last thing they wanted to see.
Marvin was wandering in the lobby.
But now, he was a zombie.