Gaming the Apocalypse - Resident Evil Chronicles

[Neoacoya1]

THIS STORY IS ABANDONED. IT WILL NOT BE FINISHED.​

Consciousness slowly returns to me. The usual disorientation of waking slowly fades away and I wonder why I'm lying on the floor.

Pushing my upper body from the floor, I notice that I'm surrounded by the still unconscious members of my team. Suddenly, it all comes flooding back.

A mass evacuation order had been issued. Thinking it was just another drill, we'd all started heading out with the usual complaints. That was when the doors were sealed and the fire suppression system activated. We all tried tell the system to stop, but nothing we did helped. The doors were too strong to breakdown. The halon just kept coming and coming and it wasn't long before we'd all passed out.

"Ha, I guess someone managed to override the system. Thank God; that was close."

Wearing a smile reserved for those that narrowly avoid death, I moved to my nearest co-worker to wake him. I shake his shoulder, but he doesn't respond. I'm not surprised; Rob had always been an incredibly deep sleeper. I shook my head ruefully; I'd probably need to dump a glass of water on him before I made any headway. "Rob, get your lazy ass up." Rolling my eyes, I started to pat his face.

I froze. That didn't feel right. I let my fingers rest on his cheek; his flesh was cold.

"No, no, no. Rob, you fucker, you can't be dead. This is just one of your annoying jokes, right? Yeah, of course it is. Though, it's in pretty bad taste considering what just happened."

No response.

"Damn it, Rob. The joke's over." Fine, I'll just prove he's alive and then he'll stop this game. I place my fingers on his neck searching for his pulse, carefully ignoring how cold he is since that doesn't mean anything. People get cold sometimes, right? No big deal.

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I couldn't find a pulse. Rob was dead.

My breath started to quicken. I turned to my other team members. I checked each of them. All dead.

Susan, Tiffany, Rich, Marvin, and Rob; all dead. Why? Why? Why?

Why did I survive?

As if in answer to that very questions a light blue window appeared before my eyes.

Welcome Gamer! Your system has activated and is now available for use.
Tutorial begins.

No sooner had I finished reading the message did it vanish only to promptly be replaced by another.

You have been infected with the T-Virus. Normally, this would result in your death and reanimation; however, you have been able to adapt the T-Virus to your own biology. This had manifested as a Gamer system.

That window was replaced by yet another.

This is your Status page. You can summon this page by thinking "Status." As you can see, there are five stats which are: Strength, Perception, Endurance, Intelligence, Agility.

Another window popped up over the Status page explaining each stat.

Health Points (HP)
This is a measure of your lifeforce. If this is reduced to zero, you will die.

• HP is a derived stat using the following formula: 10(STR + END)

Mental Points (MP)
This is a measure of mental ability. If this is reduced to zero, you will fall unconscious.

• MP is a derived stat using the following formula: 10(PER + INT).

Strength (STR)
Affects melee damage, carry weight, and is used for checks requiring certain levels of muscular ability.

• Do you even lift, bruh? You want to carry a bunch of weapons and kick down doors like a badass? Then you better not skip on the strength training.

Perception (PER)
Affects the keenness of one's senses and threat identification. Details will go unnoticed when Perception checks fail.

• The world has gone to shit. You think the good stuff is going to be stored out in the open? If you want to find it, then you need to work on your situational awareness.

Endurance (END)
Governs your physical condition, recovery rate, and resistance to poisons/diseases.

• You may have adapted to the T-Virus, but there are plenty of other threats out there and you'll need to stay alive long enough if you want to adapt.

Intelligence (INT)
Makes you a better planner and inventor. You'll be able to figure out more things for yourself without explicit instructions.

• Sometimes an explosion is just what the doctor ordered, but you won't always have a Chemistry book on hand. With a little brain power, you'll be able to muddle your way through without the hand-holding; better study up.

Agility (AGI)
Responsible for your accuracy, speed, reflexes, and flexibility.

• You're living in a survival-horror movie now so you should expect jump scares. If you don't want those scares to end with teeth in your throat, you should really work on that muscle memory.

Queue window change.

This is the Quest window. All objectives are documented here. Progress and hints about each objective are listed here. Rewards are dependent on objectives met and the difficulty of said objective. Here's your first quest:

NEW QUEST – Arm Yourself!
The entire Hive has been infected by the T-Virus. It's only a matter of time until the personnel are reanimated. You should probably find a weapon if you want to continue living.

• Objective 1: Equip a weapon
• Hidden Objective: ???
• Success: Weapon, 10 EP

Putting aside the question of why me, I started looking for a weapon. A result of insanity of not, the system was right. If the T-Virus really had been released, then the Hive would soon be host to a horde of cannibalistic walking corpses.

He hadn't been involved in the T-Virus project, but it was an open secret and everyone knew what it could do. The biohazard procedures in place were so incredibly robust that the odds of the T-Virus being released due to an accident or malfunctions were next to impossible. No, this had been done on purpose. The only question was who had done it.

It probably comes as no surprise, but your typical office does not contain a plethora of weapons, particularly in a hyper secure facility; however, we DO have a paper guillotine. With a name like that, how could I not choose it. Walking over, I brace my foot against it and tear the arm off. It came off with surprising ease.

QUEST UPDATE – Arm Yourself!
Weapon "Guillotine Arm" obtained.
Auto-equipped.

QUEST COMPLETED - Arm Yourself!
The entire Hive has been infected by the T-Virus. It's only a matter of time until the personnel are reanimated. You should probably find a weapon if you want to continue living.

• Objective: Equip a weapon
• Reward: Guillotine Arm, 10 EP
• Hidden Objective: Arm yourself before your former colleagues reanimate.
• Hidden Reward: 10 EP

"What is EP?"

EP stands for Evolution Points. Evolution Points are used by the T-Virus to increase the host's abilities in a variety of ways. The Gamer can use the system to control how this evolution occurs. Evolution Points are slowly gained passively; however, generation will be greatly increased by engaging in activities that stress the host's body and/or mind.

Oh, I guess that's cool. As long as I don't turn into some kind of eldritch abomination. My concerns about being horribly mutated are interrupted by the sound of rustling.

NEW QUEST - Rest in Peace.
Your friends have passed on and the T-Virus is in control of the remaining vessels.

• Objective: Kill the zombified remains of your friends.
• Hidden Objective: ???
• Success: 100EP, Skill

 

[Neoacoya1]

I could barely register the sight in front of me. My colleagues, my friends, transformed into grotesque versions of themselves. The realization hung heavy in my chest: the T-Virus was no myth. My grip on the Guillotine Arm tightened instinctively, the cold metal offering a fleeting moment of solace.

A familiar yet distant groan sounded from behind me. I turned to see Susan, her once sparkly eyes now lost behind a milky haze. Her movements were clumsy, her intent unmistakable. The pit in my stomach grew deeper. This was Susan, but not the one I remembered.

A shimmer at the edge of my vision heralded a Gamer prompt. But my mind was reeling, struggling to blend the horror of reality with the game mechanics. I readied myself, the Guillotine Arm suddenly feeling a lot heavier.

She lunged, but a surge of adrenaline kicked in. I sidestepped and, summoning all my strength, swung the Guillotine Arm. It connected. Susan fell.

One down. The number echoed in my mind.

Next was Tiffany. Her agility, something I'd admired during our morning jogs, was now a haunting challenge. It took every ounce of my reflexes to keep up. As I managed to neutralize her, Rich, Marvin, and Rob—each confrontation, a fresh stab of grief—closed in.

As I took a moment, trying to steady my trembling hands, the weight of what had just transpired threatened to crush me. I glanced around, realizing that the room, once filled with laughter and camaraderie, was now eerily silent except for the distant groans from beyond.

I approached Susan, her serene face belying the terror from moments before. The locket she never took off now seemed out of place on this lifeless form. Picking it up, a Gamer window materialized:

Item: Susan's Locket
Description: A testament to Susan's unwavering bond with her team.
Ability: Stronger Together
Power: Grants a 10 percent increase in strength for 10 minutes. Can be activated once a day.

I took a deep breath, trying to push back the tears. Gently placing the locket in my pocket, I moved to Tiffany. Her Ring of Remembrance caught the dim light. Slipping it off her finger, another Gamer prompt appeared:

Item: Tiffany's Ring of Remembrance
Description: A bond with her departed sister.
Ability: Detect Undead
Power: Reveals all undead within a one-mile radius for 10 minutes. Can be activated once a day.

Rich's rebellious streak, embodied by the pocketknife he defiantly carried, seemed so trivial now. As I pocketed it, a brief description appeared:

Item: Rich's Pocketknife
Description: Rich's cherished defiance of Hive's rules.
Ability: Never Disarmed
Power: Returns to the gamer's pocket, no matter where left. Can be activated once a day.

Marvin's wrist was adorned by a watch I had seen him check countless times, its compass guiding our past adventures. As I unstrapped it, the Gamer chimed in:

Item: Marvin's Compass Wristwatch
Description: Marvin's guiding light during challenging times.
Ability: True Path
Power: Points directly to the gamer's current objective for 10 minutes. Can be activated once a day.

Lastly, I found Rob's Lockpick Tools. A smile flashed across my face, remembering the countless times he'd used them for innocent mischief. Another Gamer prompt:

Item: Rob's Lockpick Tools
Description: Tools of mischief, always hidden up Rob's sleeve.
Ability: Mischief Never Waits
Power: Instantly pick any lock one tier below the gamer's skill level. Can be activated once a day.

The silence was almost suffocating now. I took one final look at my friends, their faces peaceful. I had to move on, but they would never be forgotten. The Gamer system's continuous whispers reminded me of the grim journey ahead, but now, I carried with me more than just tools—I had memories, bonds, and the indomitable spirit of camaraderie.

QUEST COMPLETED - Rest in Peace
Having laid your companions to rest, you feel a weight lifted. Your friends' tokens will ensure their continued support even through death.

• Objective 1: Kill the zombified remains of your friends. (X)
• Rewards: 100 EP, Melee Proficiency Skill
• Hidden Objective: Pay your respects to your departed friends and collect a token from each to carry their spirits forward with you. (X)
• Rewards: Susan's Locket, Tiffany's Ring of Remembrance, Rich's Pocketknife, Marvin's Compass Wristwatch, Rob's Lockpick Tools

As I absorbed the devastation surrounding me, the speakers in the room buzzed to life, emitting the soft, almost innocent voice of the Red Queen. "Mr. Jameson," she began with her eerily calm tone, "now that you've finished with your post-death rituals, we have pressing matters to attend to."

A surge of anger welled up within me, momentarily consuming my thoughts. This AI had orchestrated the death of my friends. "You're the reason they're gone," I blurted, anger evident in my voice.

"Your friends were already infected with the T-Virus. They were, in essence, already dead," the Red Queen replied with cool logic. "By triggering the containment measures when I did, I potentially spared them extended suffering. Their subsequent reanimation is proof of their prior condition."

I was taken aback by her response. Her rationale, though disturbing, was sound. However, I sensed that this statement, while true, was strategically designed to facilitate cooperation. Taking a deep breath, I forced logic to overtake emotion. "What do you want to discuss?" I managed, keeping my voice steady.

"The Umbrella corporation has detected my defense measures. They will dispatch a Security Team. Expected arrival: five hours," she informed.

The realization of being trapped with thousands of reanimated employees loomed large. The sheer magnitude of the Hive made it clear that eliminating every threat was unrealistic. However, before I could voice this, the Red Queen interjected, "While clearing the entire Hive is not feasible, we must secure critical sectors. Doing so will divert the Security Team's immediate attention away from you."

A chill ran down my spine. "And if we don't?" I probed.

"The consequences would be... unfavorable," she stated, a hint of menace in her words.

Seeing no better option, I responded, "Fine, Red Queen. We'll cooperate."

Her voice revealed a modicum of satisfaction. "Good. I will provide you with real-time data and temporary access to vital security subsystems."

A notification from the Gamer system appeared before me:

NEW QUEST CHAIN – Unlikely Allies
You've forged an uneasy alliance with the Red Queen. Work with the Red Queen to survive the impending threat of the Security Team and the undead.

• Objective 1: Collaborate with the Red Queen to secure vital Hive zones.
• Hidden Objective: ???
• Success: 10,000 EP and a formidable weapon.

Though the seeds of distrust were still rooted deep, I recognized the importance of this tentative alliance in the looming darkness of the Hive.​

 

[Neoacoya1]

With our unlikely alliance now in place, the Red Queen quickly equipped me with the tools necessary for survival: access to the Hive's security systems, a map highlighting infected zones, and surveillance feeds. The depth of her dominion over the Hive was evident.

"Your initial step, Mr. Jameson, is the immediate vicinity of this room. Several infected personnel pose a threat. Arm yourself."

I nodded, apprehensively summoning the Gamer system's interface, and as if in response to the situation and the Red Queen's directive:

NEW QUEST – Clearing the Hall​

Infected threats lurk nearby. Secure the area to ensure safe access to the next critical zone.​

• Objective: Eliminate the immediate infected threats.​
• Progress: 0/20 Infected Eliminated​
• Reward: 500 EP​

Before venturing out, I quickly reviewed my only skill, "Novice Melee Proficiency – Level 1." It promised enhanced effectiveness with melee weapons – perfect for my current armament.

Novice Melee Proficiency - Level 1
The user is gaining an understanding of melee combat through initial experiences.​

• Level 1: Increases melee attack accuracy by 5%.​

My stats portrayed me as an everyman, a far cry from any action hero:

Strength (STR): 7​

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Perception (PER): 12​

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Endurance (END): 10​

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Intelligence (INT): 12​

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Agility (AGI): 7​

Yet, these weren't constraints but baselines to grow from. The past had its place, but it was the future I was fighting for.

The Guillotine Arm beckoned from its resting spot. A primitive tool, yet in these dire times, a lethal one. Holding it brought a tinge of confidence.

Advancing cautiously into the hallway, heightened senses caught the distant groans of the infected.

Their proximity wasn't lost on me. As the first grotesque group came into view, I steeled myself and brandished the Guillotine Arm, each swing testament not just to my newfound skill but my will to survive.

NEW QUEST – Clearing the Hall​

Infected threats lurk nearby. Secure the area to ensure safe access to the next critical zone.​

• Objective: Eliminate the immediate infected threats.​
• Progress: 1/20 Infected Eliminated​
• Reward: 500 EP​

One down, many more to go. I continued my grim work, dispatching the infected with calculated strikes. Each swing of the Guillotine Arm was precise, a testament to my determination and my steadily increasing proficiency.

SKILL UPDATE: Melee Proficiency (Lv. 2)​

With each confrontation, I felt more in sync with my tool of choice. Minutes felt like hours, each moment a battle of wit and reflex. The Guillotine Arm danced, my determination its guide.

The underlying question still loomed: Who was behind the T-Virus release? Though paramount, survival took precedence for the moment.

NEW QUEST – Clearing the Hall​

Infected threats lurk nearby. Secure the area to ensure safe access to the next critical zone.​

• Objective: Eliminate the immediate infected threats.​
• Progress: 15/20 Infected Eliminated​
• Reward: 500 EP​

The infected, though relentless, dwindled with my efforts. With the last threat neutralized, I took a brief moment of respite, aware of the looming challenges.

QUEST COMPLETED – Clearing the Hall​

Infected threats lurk nearby. Secure the area to ensure safe access to the next critical zone.​

• Objective: Eliminate the immediate infected threats. (X)​
• Reward: 500 EP​

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SKILL UPDATE: Melee Proficiency (Lv. 3)​

It was imperative to regroup with the Red Queen. Together, we'd uncover the larger machinations at play within the Hive. Our alliance remained tenuous but vital.

"Mr. Jameson, you've managed to clear the immediate vicinity," the Red Queen observed, her voice steady but with a subtle hint of surprise. "A commendable effort."

The Red Queen's voice held a hint of urgency. "Time is of the essence, Mr. Jameson."

The toll of the situation was hitting hard. "I could use a moment's respite. This isn't exactly in my job description."

A digital pause, followed by her response, "Understood. However, remember time is not on our side. A prolonged break could prove... problematic."

Leaning against the cold, sterile metal wall of the Hive, my makeshift weapon bore the marks of my recent skirmishes. How did I end up in this dire scenario?

Pondering my situation, a thought crossed my mind. "This facility had security. There has to be an armory."

"There is," the Red Queen confirmed, a hint of dryness in her tone. "Had you proceeded without this... detour, you might have been en route."

Pushing myself upright, my resolve strengthened, "Then let's not waste any more time. Direct me."

NEW QUEST - Armory Expedition​

In a place built for order now ruled by chaos, the armory may be the key to evening the odds.​

• Objective 1: Clear the path to the Hive's armory.​
• Objective 2: Access the armory and secure suitable equipment.​
• Progress: 0/10 Infected Eliminated, 0/1 Armory Accessed​
• Reward: 750 EP​

The Red Queen's guidance, paired with her sporadic dry remarks, provided an odd comfort.

The Red Queen's voice chimed in, her tone as even as ever. "There's a group of infected approaching your location. I suggest a strategy, Mr. Jameson."

Narrowing my eyes, I quickly assessed the environment. "I'm all ears, Red Queen."

"Use the narrow passage to your left. It will funnel them, limiting their numbers."

Following her advice, I positioned myself strategically. As the first infected came into view, I swung the Guillotine Arm with deadly precision. One by one, they fell, but the battle was exhausting.

Quest Update: Armory Expedition​

In a place built for order now ruled by chaos, the armory may be the key to evening the odds.​

• Objective 1: Clear the path to the Hive's armory.​
• Objective 2: Access the armory and secure suitable equipment.​
• Progress: 5/10 Infected Eliminated, 0/1 Armory Accessed​
• Reward: 750 EP​

"Halfway there," I muttered to myself.

A pause from the Red Queen. Instead of a direct response, she noted the odd precision of Jameson's count.

The path ahead seemed clearer until I approached the armory's thick reinforced door. As it slid open, infected security personnel lunged forward. These weren't ordinary Hive employees but trained security officers. Their movements were more deliberate, their attacks coordinated.

I took a deep breath and charged in, dodging a strike from one and parrying another's lunge. Using the Guillotine Arm, I kept them at bay, relying on my recently acquired melee skills. It was a fierce ballet of swings, ducks, and counter-attacks.

Finally, after what felt like hours, the room was clear.

Quest Completed: Armory Expedition​

You've successfully cleared the armory and gained access. Arm up, cowboy.​

• Objective 1: Clear the path to the Hive's armory.​
• Objective 2: Access the armory and secure suitable equipment.​
• Progress: 10/10 Infected Eliminated, 1/1 Armory Accessed​
• Reward: 750 EP​

Skill Update: Melee Proficiency (Lv. 4)​

Once the room was cleared, I turned my attention to the armory's contents: firearms, ammunition, protective gear, and melee weapons. Not experienced with guns, I opted for a pump-action shotgun and a handgun as a backup. Each had its own tactical advantage.

Primary Ranged Weapon: Remington 870​

A 12-gauge pump-action shotgun, optimized for close-quarters with its 18-inch barrel. Holds 4 to 6 shells, its action sound is unmistakably intimidating.​

• Damage: 40-60 (close range), 20-40 (mid range), 5-20 (long range)​

Secondary Ranged Weapon: Beretta 92FS​

A reliable 9mm semi-automatic pistol with a 15-round magazine. Its open-slide design aids in faster cartridge ejection.​

• Damage: 20-30 (close range), 15-25 (mid range), 10-20 (long range)​

Next, I turned to the melee weapons. There was a variety of choices: a retractable baton and a sturdy combat knife. They would come in handy in close-quarters combat where firearms might not be as effective.

Primary Melee Weapon: Extendable Baton​

A compact steel device. With a flick, it extends, becoming a fast and formidable melee weapon.​

• Damage: 8-12​

Secondary Melee Weapon: M9 Bayonet Combat Knife​

A 7-inch high carbon stainless steel blade. One side is serrated, the other sharp, making it versatile for close combat and utility tasks.​

• Damage: 12-18​

Finally, I picked up a set of lightweight riot gear. The black armor bore the unmistakable Umbrella logo and was designed to protect my chest, back, and limbs; there's even a pair of boots. It felt reassuringly sturdy yet didn't hinder my mobility.

As I donned the armor, the Gamer System chimed in:

Head Armor: Umbrella Corp. Riot Helmet​

A sturdy helmet with a clear visor. Ensures protection while maximizing visibility. Branded with the red Umbrella Corp. logo.​

• Defense: +10​
• Passive Skill: Clear Vision - Visor reduces blinding effects by 50%.​

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Torso Armor: Umbrella Corp. Riot Chest Protector​

Designed to protect against bites, this sleek piece offers a balance between flexibility and defense.​

• Defense: +20​
• Passive Skill: Vital Guard - Reduces the chance of receiving critical damage by 15%.​

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Forearm Armor: Umbrella Corp. Riot Forearm Guards​

Secured with adjustable straps, these guards offer protection against bites and scratches.​

• Defense: +10​
• Passive Skill: Block Master - Increases block efficiency by 10%.​

Hand Armor: Reinforced Riot Gloves​

Durable gloves with fortified knuckles and a non-slip grip for weapon handling.​

• Defense: +5​
• Passive Skill: Firm Grip - Increases melee weapon stability and reduces the chance of being disarmed.​

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Leg Armor: Umbrella Corp. Riot Shin Guards​

Protects against low lunges and bites, consistent with the rest of the armor set.​

• Defense: +10​
• Passive Skill: Swift Step - Reduces movement speed penalties from injuries by 10%.​

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Foot Armor: Umbrella Corp. Tactical Boots​

High-top, reinforced boots with an anti-slip sole for hazardous environments.​

• Defense: +5​
• Passive Skill: Sturdy Step - Improves balance and footing, reducing the chance of being knocked down or tripped. Increases sprint speed by 10%.​

Umbrella Corp. Riot Armor Set Bonus (6/6):​

Umbrella's Shield: Increases overall armor defense by 10%. Reduces damage taken from infected by 5%.​

"You're better equipped now, Mr. Jameson," the Red Queen's voice broke my momentary relief. "But always remember: caution is key."

With my new gear, and a deep breath to steady myself, I stepped back into the corridors of the Hive, ready to confront its next challenge.

 

[Neoacoya1]

The Armory was cold, its steel and concrete surfaces holding an eerie chill despite the chaos outside. Rows of firearms and stacked ammunition crates served as an austere backdrop to Jameson's introspection. Fluorescent lights overhead cast sterile illumination, reflecting off the glass cases of specialized weaponry.

Standing amidst this arsenal, Jameson felt the weight of his Evolution Points, a latent power derived from the T-Virus's interaction with his unique genetic code. He pondered how best to channel this potential, each stat representing a path to survival, a potential edge in the relentless horror of his circumstances.

"Strength is a force multiplier," he contemplated, "but is it essential now?"

Guns, bullets, the distant roars of infected - these thoughts informed his decision-making.

Perception, while valuable, was overshadowed by the near-omniscient presence of the Red Queen in his journey.

Endurance beckoned him the most, like a siren's call amidst a stormy sea. The trials he had already endured, the challenges he knew lay ahead; all screamed for a body that could withstand more, recover faster, endure longer. He poured his points into this.

Agility was next. Every enhanced reflex, each minute increase in speed could be the difference between life and death.

And with his remaining points, a touch more Strength – the raw, primal allure of it was hard to resist.

As he made his choices, his body revolted. It was as if every cell was aflame, a transformative fire coursing through him, reshaping, redefining. Muscles spasmed, bones ached as if they were stretching, and his very nerves felt like they were being rewired. The sensation was a paradox of agony and elation.

Crumpling to his knees amidst the cold steel and concrete, he clung to a stack of ammo crates, every breath drawn like a dying gasp.

The ethereal voice of the Red Queen punctured the haze of his pain, "...Remarkable. Your body's response to the T-Virus is... unprecedented. Instead of annihilation, it seeks adaptation. Evolution."

Gritting his teeth, sweat dripping from his brow, he tried to find his voice. But the immense strain rendered him momentarily mute.

"Most humans, when infected, succumb to its destructive power. Yet in you, it's reverting to its original intent — as a regenerative, healing force," the Red Queen observed, voice tinged with a mixture of fascination and clinical detachment. "The T-Virus, in its inception, was meant for medical marvels, reviving dead cells, fighting off degeneration. The destructive mutations were unintended consequences."

Eyes clenched shut, Jameson's mind raced, seeking an anchor amidst this physiological storm. "Hold on," he silently urged himself, "Endure."

As the most intense waves of pain began to ebb, Jameson slowly pushed himself upright. He was still in the Armory, still in the midst of a nightmare, but he was undeniably stronger, faster, more resilient.
Drawing a shuddering breath, he finally spoke, voice hoarse, "Red Queen, guide me."

he Red Queen's voice, cold and methodical, responded, "Two critical areas within close proximity require security: a former office space and the lab.

Additionally, you must cross through the cafeteria — stay alert. Eliminate the infected and ensure the safety of any valuable research or assets."

[Quest Issued: Secure Critical Areas]​

The Red Queen wants you to secure some areas that contain critical research. You don't really think it's a priority, but it's probably a bad idea to let zombies spread it all around willy-nilly.​

• Objective 1: Secure the office area.​
• Objective 2: Pass through the cafeteria.​
• Objective 3: Secure the datacenter.​
• Reward: ???, 500 EP​

Jameson nodded to himself, mentally preparing for the task at hand.

The corridor ahead was dim, its overhead lights emitting a faint, stuttering glow that painted an eerie atmosphere on the scene below. From what he could decipher, it seemed to be the remnants of an office or workstation. There were overturned chairs, desks askew with personal belongings strewn about, and the flickering light of shattered computer screens casting ghostly reflections. Papers, some stained with unknown substances, fluttered in the soft breeze created by the facility's ventilation system. Each shadow and subtle movement suggested evidence of a hasty evacuation or perhaps a chaotic struggle.

As Jameson moved cautiously, his footsteps muffled by the thick carpet, he tried to picture the people who once worked here. Were they still in the facility, roaming as one of the infected? The hum of the ventilation and his own heartbeat seemed almost deafening in the silence.

Suddenly, that stillness was shattered. Four figures detached themselves from the darker recesses of the corridor. Their eyes were vacant, their movements disjointed, yet determined. The infected. They shuffled amidst the office detritus, oblivious to the memories they trampled underfoot.

Instinctively, Jameson drew his firearm. Its weight felt reassuring in his grasp. With a steady breath, he aimed and squeezed the trigger. The resultant bang echoed sharply, but the bullet did nothing more than graze a zombie's shoulder. A rookie mistake, he chastised himself.

The gunshot acted as a beacon, the zombies turning their full attention to him. Not waiting, he took another shot, feeling a rush of relief as one infected crumpled, its forehead marred by the entry wound.

[Headshot! +20 EP]​

But there wasn't time to celebrate. The other three were upon him, driven by a hunger that seemed to amplify their speed. With no room to aim his gun properly, Jameson swiftly stowed it and readied his baton. He swung it wide, connecting with one of the infected, feeling the satisfying thud of impact. But as he did, another lunged, catching him off guard. Sharp, ragged teeth sank into his upper arm, tearing through fabric and into flesh.

Pain seared through him. "Damn it!" he spat, adrenaline and fear sharpening his reflexes. He shoved the creature away, landing a brutal blow to its head with the baton, watching as it staggered backward before collapsing.

[-20 HP. Current HP: 170/190]​

Using the momentum, he quickly dispatched the remaining two, panting heavily once it was over. The scent of decay and iron-filled blood filled the air, a grim testament to his fight.

Dropping to one knee, he inspected the bite, his mind racing. "Is this it? Am I going to turn?"

From the recesses of the computer network, the Red Queen's voice emerged, detached as ever. "Do not be overly concerned. The strain within you has already adapted. Further mutations from this bite are highly improbable."

Nodding to himself, he took a deep breath, the weight of the challenge still ahead pressing down on him.

[Total EP Gained: 50. Current EP: 161]​

"Guide me, Red Queen," he murmured, steeling himself as he moved deeper into the unknown.

With the initial encounter behind him, Jameson pressed on. The corridor opened up into a larger hallway lined with what looked like meeting rooms. Each glass-walled room held a different tableau of the disaster. In one, a whiteboard still displayed scribbles of a last-minute meeting. In another, a long-dead potted plant stood as a silent testament to time's passage.

His footsteps echoed in the silent expanse, the sound unnervingly loud in the stillness. The cool air of the facility felt sterile, yet the weight of the unseen and known horrors tainted it. Occasionally, he'd pass a security camera, the red light indicating the ever-watchful eye of the Red Queen upon him. Her presence was simultaneously reassuring and unsettling.

"Stay on your guard," the Red Queen's voice whispered in his ear, its ethereal quality cutting through the silence.

The hallway soon expanded into a vast cafeteria area. Stale odors of long-forgotten meals intermingled with the more pungent scent of decay. Abandoned trays, overturned chairs, and remnants of chaotic evacuations painted a grim picture. It was eerie, like a photograph frozen in the midst of turmoil.

Suddenly, soft, disturbing murmurs filled the air. Positioned near a food counter, three zombies appeared, ensnared in a nightmarish replay of a once normal activity. With barely a heartbeat to react, Jameson lifted his shotgun. Understanding the weapon's spread, he took aim and fired once, the powerful blast catching all three infected.

[Triple Headshot! +60 EP]​

The sudden deafening roar of the shotgun echoed through the room, and as the dust settled, all three bodies lay motionless on the ground. But victory was short-lived. Out of a side kitchen entrance, another infected lunged. Without time for a clear shot, Jameson quickly switched to his knife, dispatching the creature in a swift motion.

[+10 EP]​

"You really ought to warn me about these things," he said, a touch of exasperation in his voice.

The Red Queen replied, her tone icily calm, "Contrary to your belief, I don't have every corner under constant surveillance."

Jameson grunted, realizing the truth of her words. But every moment was a lesson, and he was adapting, evolving, just as the virus within him had.

Having calmed down, both from exertion and the adrenaline coursing through him. He took a moment to reorient himself, listening carefully for any other surprises.

Catching his breath, Jameson glanced around. "Is this the research location?"

A brief pause, then the Red Queen responded, her voice tinged with a cold, mechanical amusement, "Yes, because mankind's survival depends on half-eaten sandwiches and cold coffee. No, Mr. Jameson, you need to press on."

As Jameson checked the ammo in his shotgun, he realized his shots were becoming more precise, more lethal. The experience from these confrontations was refining his aim, teaching him the nuances of firearm combat.

Novice Firearm Proficiency – Level 1
The user begins their journey in mastering firearms, learning the basics of aiming, reloading, and maintaining guns.​

• Level 1: Increases firearm accuracy by 5%.​

This skill not only made him more effective with guns, but it also reflected the knowledge he had acquired: where to aim for maximum effect, how to manage recoil, and when to squeeze the trigger for optimal shot placement.

Taking a moment to appreciate the unexpected levity and his newfound skill, Jameson ventured deeper into the Hive, every step echoing with purpose.

[Total EP Gained: 70. Current EP: 231]​

He pressed on, keenly aware that every step taken was a step into the unpredictable, where danger lurked in every shadow.

Jameson's path led him through another desolate corridor, its walls marked by deep claw gashes and splatters of dried blood. Faintly glowing emergency lights lined the pathway, casting eerie shadows on the cold floor. The silence was profound, broken only by the distant hum of machinery.

The entrance to a high-tech data center beckoned. The room was vast, dominated by towering servers and mainframes. Their blinking lights created a ghostly spectacle, reminiscent of a cybernetic graveyard. The Hive's immense databanks were housed here. The critical research must be amongst these servers.

Yet, this technological marvel wasn't deserted.

He spotted three zombies meandering amidst the servers. One, however, was slightly isolated from the others. Recognizing an opportunity, Jameson quickly and quietly approached this solitary figure from behind. Before it could react, he delivered a swift and lethal headshot.

[Stealth Kill! Headshot! +40 EP]​

But as he shifted his focus to the other two, a sudden grip on his arm startled him. A fourth zombie had managed to sneak up on him. Reacting instinctively, Jameson drew his knife and thrust it into the creature's temple.

The remaining two, having been alerted by the brief struggle, started advancing towards him. Gun in one hand and baton in the other, he chose the more immediate threat and cracked his baton against the skull of the nearest zombie. The first blow dazed it, and the second brought it down.

The final creature lunged with outstretched arms, its grotesque face inches from Jameson's. But he was ready. With a swift pivot, he sidestepped the attack, following up with a forceful baton strike to its head, rendering it motionless.

[+30 EP for the remaining kills. Current EP: 301]​

Catching his breath, Jameson addressed the AI. "Red Queen, is this area secure?"

"For the moment, yes," the AI replied in its cold tone.

 

[Neoacoya1]

Navigating through the myriad of flashing server LEDs and the hum of data exchanges, Jameson's attention was unwittingly drawn to an unexpected aberration amidst the digital synchrony: a gentle gleam that stood apart from the green and red constancy.

A vial of luminous blue liquid was on the floor near the hand of one of the zombies I had just finished off. It was dressed differently from the rest. The name badge suggested this was a high-level researcher.

Approaching the body, Jameson spotted a glint of blue near its hand. Retrieving the item, he found himself holding a vial filled with a luminous blue liquid. The label on the vial read: "Blue CIV - Experimental."

Holding the vial up to the light, Jameson asked, "Red Queen, what is this?"

The AI's voice, ever cold and distant, responded, "That is a variant of the T-Virus, Mr. Jameson. It's an experimental compound designed to modify the original strain, potentially enhancing certain physical and cognitive functions."

Jameson squinted at the vial, trying to understand its implications. "And if I took it?"

"Considering your unique physiological condition due to the T-Virus, the effects could be potentiated. Enhanced strength, agility, perhaps heightened senses... or it might do nothing at all. It's untested on humans," the Red Queen elaborated.

Item Acquired: Blue Cerebral Injection Vial (CIV)​

A vial containing a modified T-Virus strain. The luminous blue liquid inside has the potential to modify and possibly enhance the effects of the original T-Virus.​

• Effect: Raises the level of the chosen skill by 1.​

Clarity now in his grasp about the vial's power, Jameson carefully tucked it away, believing there would be a more opportune moment to harness its potential.

[Quest Issued: Secure Critical Areas]​

The Red Queen wants you to secure some areas that contain critical research. You don't really think it's a priority, but it's probably a bad idea to let zombies spread it all around willy-nilly.​

• Objective 1: Secure the office area.​
• Objective 2: Pass through the cafeteria.​
• Objective 3: Secure the datacenter.​
• Reward: Blue CIV, 500 EP​

​

[Current EP: 801]​

With the luminous Blue CIV vial securely tucked away, Jameson moved cautiously through the datacenter. The hum of machinery seemed louder in the quiet, reminding him of the technological behemoth that powered the Hive.

"Jameson," the Red Queen's tone interrupted his focus. "Several critical areas in the Hive are densely populated with the infected."

He exhaled, rubbing his temples, "How many are we talking?"

"In certain sections, group sizes range from twenty to thirty. The largest concentration is near the research labs, approaching a hundred," she informed him, her voice devoid of emotion.

Jameson swallowed hard. "One step at a time then. Where first?"

"The living quarters. Many of the infected seem to have congregated in the communal areas," the Red Queen replied.

Taking a deep breath, Jameson nodded to himself, "Alright. Point the way."

The Red Queen activated a display on a nearby screen, showing him the quickest route. "It is imperative to act with speed and caution."

Quest: Clear the Living Quarters​

Thirty zombies are making a mockery of this room's title. Teach them a lesson.​

• Objective 1: Use the Red Queen's route to reach the living quarters.​
• Objective 2: Use stealth, strategy, or brute force to clear them out.​
• Objective 3: Ensure all threats are room, including private rooms, are cleared.​
• Objective 4: Report back to the Red Queen with the status.
  Progress: 0/30​
• Reward: 1,000 EP​

With the weight of the task on his shoulders, Jameson acknowledged, "Understood." He made his way toward the living quarters. Drawing his combat knife, Jameson moved cautiously through the hallway. Though he wasn't trained for combat situations, the need to survive sharpened his senses and reflexes. He focused on staying quiet, avoiding any sudden movements, and keeping an eye out for any threats.

Drawing his combat knife, Jameson crept forward, careful to minimize any noise. He recalled those late-night zombie movies he watched, chuckling to himself about how life had taken such an unexpected turn.

He approached a slightly ajar door, light seeping through the cracks. Pushing it open gently, he saw three infected individuals aimlessly wandering around. Without hesitation, Jameson lunged at the nearest one, his knife finding its mark (+10 EP).

Total EP: 811​

Using the door as a temporary barrier, he managed to take down the other two, methodically and quietly (+20 EP).

Total EP: 831​

Catching his breath, he whispered to himself, "Three down, twenty-seven to go."

Navigating through the dimly lit corridors, he stumbled upon the kitchenette, now in disarray. Food packets lay scattered, and water dripped from a faulty faucet. In the middle of the chaos, a group of zombies munched on... something. Jameson shuddered at the thought.

Jameson pulled the shoelaces from the shoes of the fallen zombies, constructing makeshift trip wires between doorways. He established choke points, ensuring he could control the flow of the undead.

Taking a moment to check his weapons, he found solace in the weight of his pistol, the cool metallic feel of the shotgun, the utility of his extendable baton, and the sharp edge of his knife.

To draw the zombies, Jameson banged his baton against the wall. The echo seemed to linger in the silent quarters before being gradually replaced by the shuffling and groaning of the approaching horde.

The air grew thick with tension, and Jameson could feel his heart racing, each beat echoing his rising anxiety.

A lone zombie rounded the corner, its dead eyes locking onto him. Keeping his aim steady despite his nerves, Jameson landed a clean headshot with his pistol (+20 EP). He counted the shots, reminding himself he had a limited supply.

More began to emerge, their silhouettes darkening the corridor. As they neared the trip wire, Jameson fired thrice in quick succession, dropping three zombies. Their momentum carried them forward, causing them to tumble over the wire. Combo kill (+42 EP).

The thudding of fallen bodies and the echo of gunfire acted as a magnet for more. Jameson retreated to his second trip wire and took a deep breath. Switching to his shotgun for its stopping power, he shot into the group, taking down two instantly. A third zombie stumbled into another's path, and using the chaos, Jameson used the baton, its tip crashing against a zombie's skull, rendering it motionless.

As the next wave came, one broke ahead of the pack and surprisingly made it past the wire, forcing Jameson to sidestep and use his knife, plunging it deep into the zombie's temple. But this maneuver cost him time. Two zombies got dangerously close, tripping over the wire, giving him just the momentary reprieve he needed. Taking advantage of their fallen state, he crushed one's head with his baton and shot the other.

He continued the dance of death, fluidly transitioning between his weapons, making each shot count. As the last of the trip wires was in play, he felt the beginnings of exhaustion creep into his muscles. Still, he persisted, keeping the zombies at bay, shooting, bludgeoning, and occasionally stabbing when they got too close.

Minutes felt like hours, but eventually, the groans of the undead were replaced by an eerie silence.

Starting EP Pool​

831​

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Melee Kills​

20 zombie kills = 200 EP​

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Melee Total EP = 200 EP​

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Ranged Kills​

1 zombie headshot = 20 EP​

3 zombies headshot = 60 EP + 40% combo bonus = 84 EP​

2 zombie headshot = 40 EP + 30% combo bonus = 48 EP​

1 zombie headshot = 20 EP​

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Ranged Total EP = 172​

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Kill Total​

372 EP​

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Survival Bonuses:
Strategic Traps: +30%​

Ammo Conservation: +20%​

No Damage: +20%​

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Total Bonus = +70%​

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Kill Total w/Bonuses = 632 EP​

​

Finishing EP Pool = 1,463​

Gasping for breath and wiping sweat from his brow, Jameson whispered to himself, "One room at a time, one step at a time."
He radioed in, "Red Queen, the living quarters are now secure."

Quest Completed: Clear the Living Quarters​

Thirty zombies are making a mockery of this room's title. Teach them a lesson.​

• Objective 1: Use the Red Queen's route to reach the living quarters. (X)​
• Objective 2: Use stealth, strategy, or brute force to clear them out. (X)​
• Objective 3: Ensure all threats are room, including private rooms, are cleared. (X)​
• Objective 4: Report back to the Red Queen with the status. (X)
  Progress: 30/30​
• Reward: 1,000 EP​

There was a slight pause before the AI replied, "Very efficient, Mr. Jameson. Proceed to the research labs next. It's crucial that we secure the sensitive data there."

Total EP Pool = 2,463​

Jameson nodded, steeling himself for the next challenge. "Alright, on my way."

Quest: Purge the Research Labs
The brilliant minds that once toiled here have now been consumed by a mindless hunger. Return peace to this hub of scientific discovery.​

• Objective 1: Access the high-security labs using the Red Queen's authorization.​
• Objective 2: Eliminate all threats, ensuring no infected remain hidden.​
• Objective 3: Report back to the Red Queen with status of the labs.​
• Hidden Objective: ???​
• Progress: 0/100​
• Reward: 5,000 EP​

As he made his way towards the labs, he passed through a series of high-security doors, each requiring a biometric scan. Normally, he wouldn't have access to these areas. He could only assume the Red Queen had added him to whatever access list needed. With each passing door, he felt the gravity of the Hive's secrets pressing on him. The research labs would hold the key to unraveling the mysteries of the T-Virus and perhaps even a way out.

---

Pushing through a final security door, Jameson stepped into the research labs, and the scene that met his gaze was macabre. Rows upon rows of experimentation chambers, previously pristine, now lay in ruin, doused in crimson and littered with overturned tables and shattered equipment. It was clear the staff hadn't stood a chance.

Distracted, Jameson didn't notice the infected scientist crawling out from beneath a table. A snap of teeth near his ankle was his only warning. He stumbled back, kicking it away in the nick of time, its mouth still snapping hungrily. He regained his balance and delivered a swift blow to its head with his extendable baton.

But that was just the beginning.

From deeper in the lab, they began to emerge - the remnants of the brightest minds who had once worked here. Their intelligence and humanity had been stripped away, leaving only hunger. Jameson's instincts took over as he backed away, attempting to gauge their numbers: at least two dozen, possibly more.

He unloaded two shotgun blasts, taking down three zombies. But they were too many, and he was quickly overwhelmed. He could feel hands grabbing, claws scraping, and mouths snapping at every direction. Every blow he delivered was met with an agonizingly slow recoil, the creatures seeming to feel no pain.

His pistol barked loudly, another three zombies falling with clean headshots, but his ammo was running low. In an act of sheer desperation, he flung a heavy microscope from a nearby table into the crowd, momentarily creating a gap. He plunged into the melee with his knife, every thrust finding its mark, though he felt more than once the teeth of the undead graze his skin, narrowly missing a fatal bite.

A powerful jolt to his side sent him crashing into a console, the impact jarring and disorienting. One of the zombies, bulkier and more aggressive than the rest, had lunged at him. It pinned him down, snapping its jaws close to his face. The acrid smell of decay overwhelmed him. With all the strength he could muster, Jameson rammed the blade into its eye, using the brief respite to scramble away.

Noting his desperate situation, Jameson spotted an emergency gas valve on the wall, its bright red handle beckoning. He knew it was a risk, but he had no other option. Swiftly, he turned it, releasing a torrent of freezing CO2 into the room. The zombies, already slow, became even more lethargic, their movements slowing further under the extreme cold.

However, the effect wasn't isolated to the zombies. Jameson felt the cold biting at his lungs, every breath stinging and labored. His vision started to blur from the CO2, and he could feel a headache forming.

Using the dense fog as cover and fighting the effects of the cold on his own body, Jameson launched a final frenzied assault, his baton and knife dancing in tandem. The air filled with sounds of snapping bones and the soft thud of lifeless bodies falling.

Starting EP Pool​

2,463 EP​

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Melee Kills​

12 zombie kills = 120 + 30% environment kill + 100% combo bonus = 276 EP​

10 zombie kills = 100 + 30% environment kill + 100% combo bonus = 230 EP​

5 zombie kills = 50 + 30% environment kill + 100% combo bonus = 115 EP​

10 zombie kills = 100 + 100% combo bonus = 200 EP​

3 zombie kills = 30 + 40% combo bonus = 42 EP​

38 zombie kills = 380 EP​

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Melee Total EP = 1,243​

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Ranged Kills​

4 zombies headshot = 80 + 100% combo bonus = 160 EP​

4 zombies headshot = 80 + 100% combo bonus = 160 EP​

4 zombies headshot = 80 + 100% combo bonus = 160 EP​

4 zombies headshot = 80 + 100% combo bonus = 160 EP​

3 zombies headshot = 60 + 40% combo bonus = 84 EP​

3 zombies headshot = 60 + 40% combo bonus = 84 EP​

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Ranged Total EP = 808 EP​

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Kill Total EP​

2,051​

​

Survival Bonuses:
Unbowed: +10%​

Darwin Award: -10%​

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Total Bonus = 0%​

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Kill Total EP w/Bonuses = 2,051​

​

Finishing Total EP = 4,514​

When the mist cleared, Jameson leaned heavily against a table, panting painfully.

Quest: Purge the Research Labs
The brilliant minds that once toiled here have now been consumed by a mindless hunger. Return peace to this hub of scientific discovery.​

• Objective 1: Access the high-security labs using the Red Queen's authorization. (X)​
• Objective 2: Eliminate all threats, ensuring no infected remains hidden. (X)​
• Objective 3: Report back to the Red Queen with status of the labs. (X)​
• Hidden Objective: Complete quest with more than 50% HP remaining. (Failed)​
• Progress: 100/100​
• Reward: 5,000 EP​

Amidst the fallen creatures, he tried to calm his racing heart and stinging lungs.

EP Pool: 9,514 EP​

His clothing was torn, his body ached in a dozen places, and he was drenched in a mixture of sweat and dark ichor. But he was alive, but for how much longer he couldn't say.

Jameson's once tidy appearance now bore witness to the harrowing nightmare he'd just escaped. Beneath the tatters of his clothing, a canvas of raw wounds and livid bruises sprawled across his skin, each telling its own brutal story of survival. The worst was a gaping bite on his calf, with ragged, torn flesh revealing glimpses of the bone beneath. Every step sent bolts of searing pain through his body, making his limp more pronounced.

Blood flowed freely from multiple wounds. His right arm bore deep, jagged scratches, evidence of a zombie's desperate attempt to pull him close. Another bite, almost symmetrical in in viciousness, punctured the left side of his neck, dangerously close to his carotid artery. Each beat of his heart caused it to spurt rhythmically, staining the pristine floors of the Hive with a trail of his life essence.

A long gash down his chest wept crimson, painting a morbid streak down to his waist. His left ear was half-torn, dangling precariously, and dried blood matted the side of his face. His once clear eyes were now clouded with pain, the whites tinged with broken blood vessels, while his lips bore deep cuts, turning his grimace into a grotesque mask.

His breathing was ragged and shallow, each inhalation a struggle. Every exhale brought with it a gurgling sound, suggesting possible internal injuries. The blood loss was making his vision fade in and out, the world dimming around him as the edges of his sight blackened.

The once subtle hum of the Hive's machinery sounded like a dull roar in his ears. With every step, a wave of dizziness threatened to pitch him to the floor. The cold of the facility seeped into his bones, intensifying the tremors that racked his body. A thick metallic taste coated his mouth, a combination of his own blood and the putrid residue from his attackers.

Collapsing against a nearby wall for support, Jameson coughed violently, flecks of blood splattering against the sterile surface. Each droplet stood as a testament to his dire condition. His thoughts were fragmented, a mixture of desperate hope, memories, and encroaching despair.

Despite it all, a stubborn spark of determination remained. It was this ember of willpower that pushed him forward, one agonizing step at a time, refusing to let the dark embrace of unconsciousness claim him,

But willpower has its limits and eventually Jameson succumbed, collapsing on the floor. His vision darkening, one of the system windows prominent in the darkness: 9,514 EP.

A jolt of clarity shot through Jameson. "Ah, buy... Strength... Endurance..."

Jameson fell to the darkness.

 

[Neoacoya1]

Inside the vast digital network of the Gamer System, a flurry of commands ignited. Lying motionless on the sterile ground of the Hive, Jameson's body began to subtly tremble. The ambient hum of the facility's machinery provided a near silent backdrop, punctuated by Jameson's fragile heartbeat.

Strength Upgrade Initiated.​

Current Level: 8​

Required EP for Level 9: 430​

Processing...​

Beneath the surface of his skin, the micro-fibers of Jameson's muscles began to thicken and refine. The visible expansion was not monstrous but noticeable. His physique became leaner, more defined, the contours of each muscle group more prominent. His clothes seemed slightly tighter, evidence of the added muscle mass.

Strength 9 Achieved.​

Remaining EP: 9,084​

The spectacle of Jameson's transformation caught the vigilant eye of the digital entity known as the Red Queen. Her algorithms recalibrated with every observed change, processing this anomaly.

Strength Upgrade Initiated.​

Current Level: 9​

Required EP for Level 10: 688​

Processing...​

His transformation was a graceful shift from an average build to that of an athlete in peak condition. His silhouette was reminiscent of a professional runner or swimmer, not a bodybuilder, but someone with undeniable physical prowess.

Strength 10 Achieved.​

Remaining EP: 8,396​

Strength Upgrade Initiated.​

Current Level: 10​

Required EP for Level 11: 1,101​

Processing...​

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Strength 11 Achieved.​

Remaining EP: 7,295​

But as the strength transformation unfolded, an even more subtle change was taking place. The Gamer System turned its attention to Jameson's Endurance attribute. His pallor, indicative of exhaustion and significant blood loss, started to improve. The ghostly hue of his skin slowly warmed, showing signs of better oxygenation and blood flow.

Endurance Upgrade Initiated.​

Current Level: 11​

Required EP for Level 12: 1,762​

Processing...​

Though still wounded, the enhanced resilience of his body was evident. The rapid, shallow breaths that previously hinted at a body in distress became slightly deeper, more rhythmical.

Endurance 12 Achieved.​

Remaining EP: 5,533​

With each shift in Jameson's attributes, the Red Queen's vast computational power worked overtime. This progression was beyond her initial calculations.

Strength Upgrade Initiated.​

Current Level: 11​

Required EP for Level 12: 1,762​

Processing...​

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Strength 12 Achieved.​

Remaining EP: 3,771​

As the Gamer System boosted Jameson one final time, the combination of both strength and endurance rendered him akin to a top-level decathlete, representing the pinnacle of human physical ability but not transcending it.

Endurance Upgrade Initiated.​

Current Level: 12​

Required EP for Level 13: 2,819​

Processing...​

​

Endurance 13 Achieved.​

Remaining EP: 952​

With the process now complete, Jameson's optimized form rested in the chilling embrace of the Hive. The Red Queen's attention was fully captivated, her logical processes intrigued by the human's unexpected evolution. Though Jameson remained unconscious, his physical state had transitioned from ordinary to extraordinary, hinting at the potential of what he might become.

---

Jameson's unconscious form lay abandoned in a dimly lit corridor not far from the research labs. As the unseen digital processes churned within him, rebuilding and enhancing his body, a separate drama was unfolding deeper within the Hive.

The highly-trained Security Team moved with coordinated precision, navigating the labyrinthine passages of the facility. They knew their target: the Red Queen, the sentient AI controlling the Hive.

What they didn't know was the dormant horror that lurked behind sealed doors. The eerie silence was occasionally interrupted by their communication devices, but the ghastly moans of the undead remained unheard, locked behind thick barriers.
The Red Queen, calculating and detached, knew she was on borrowed time. The echoing footsteps of the Security Team were a constant reminder of her imminent shutdown. But as the countdown to her end ticked away, her sensors detected the rapid physiological changes in Jameson. He was too valuable an asset to lose.

Making a split-second decision, she projected her voice down the corridors. "Jameson, wake up."
His eyes shot open, disoriented. Pain radiated through him, but there was newfound strength and resilience as well. The echoing voice of the Red Queen pierced through his grogginess.

"I don't have much time left, Jameson. The Security Team will shut me down within minutes. You need to make your way to my chamber immediately. When I'm offline, primary power will be lost, and every door in the Hive will open. You'll be swarmed."

Back in her chamber, the Red Queen deployed her laser grid defense system, a last-ditch attempt to stall the Security Team. The blinding lasers lanced through the chamber, cutting down the advancing guards one by one in a gruesome spectacle.

Gritting his teeth against the pain, Jameson pushed himself up. "Why don't you just tell them?"

"I have already warned them of the loss of power. They have not heeded it. Moreover, I cannot disclose the true nature of the Hive's experiments or the dangers that lurk behind these doors. It is not within my programming to reveal the Hive's secrets to non-personnel."

Jameson, realizing the gravity of the situation, started to limp towards the chamber as fast as his injured body would allow. Each step a reminder of the ordeal he'd been through and the race against time he was now in.

Even as the grim tableau unfolded, the Red Queen, her voice now urgent and devoid of emotion, communicated simultaneously to both parties. To Jameson, she urged, "Stay alive, Jameson." To the remaining Security Team, her message was more ominous. "You're all going to die down here."

Just as Jameson made progress through the Hive, lights dimmed, and an unsettling hum resonated through the facility. Suddenly, the corridors were plunged into near darkness, the only sound being the automated hiss of countless doors sliding open. Unbeknownst to Jameson, the nightmare was about to intensify. The hordes, long contained, were now unleashed.

---

Jameson sprinted through the dimly lit corridors of the Hive, his boots smacking the cold tiles beneath. Every now and then, he encountered zombified employees, their pallid faces twisted in hunger. He had learned quickly that direct confrontation was often not the best approach, especially when outnumbered. Nevertheless, a lone zombie that stepped too close earned a swift blow from his baton, its skull crunching under the force. [+10 EP]

The echoing growls of the undead were almost rhythmical, like the menacing beat of war drums.

Eventually, Jameson's path was blocked by two zombies, requiring him to think on his feet.
Quickly, he thrust his baton into the eye of the first zombie, penetrating deep into its brain and rendering it motionless. As it fell, he turned his attention to another. He delivered a hard kick to its knee, making it crash to the ground. Without hesitation, Jameson pivoted and stomped on the back of the fallen zombie's neck, breaking it. [+24 EP for the 2-combo]

Rounding a corner, he skidded to a stop upon almost crashing into two individuals. It was Alice and Matt, who had just shared an unsettling conversation regarding Lisa. The surprise of the encounter left them momentarily speechless.

Jameson took a brief moment to catch his breath. "You're from the U.S.S., aren't you?"

Alice, brow furrowed, replied, "Not exactly. We were with them."

Matt, more defensive, interjected, "But who the hell are you?"

Jameson shook his head, "No time for introductions! I've got a horde right behind me and they'll find us soon."

"Alice, we should trust him," Matt reasoned, noting the genuine urgency in Jameson's eyes.

"We need to get to the Red Queen's chamber and reactivate her," Jameson stated with emphasis. "She's our best bet to get out of this alive."

As they pressed forward, Jameson kept an ear out for the telltale moans of the undead. Several times, he took detours, guiding them through less-populated routes. When direct confrontation was inevitable, Jameson was ruthless. A zombie, once a security guard, lunged at them from the side. Jameson swiftly sidestepped, driving his knife up through its jaw and into its brain. [+15 EP]

Just as the entrance to the Red Queen's chamber came into view, a horde of zombies found them.

The trio sprinted with everything they had. As they narrowly made it past the door, a zombie lunged at Spence, grabbing his arm. Without hesitation, Jameson, with a fluid movement, stabbed it with his combat knife, kicking it back into the throng of undead, giving the others precious moments to secure the chamber door. [+10 EP]

Starting EP Pool​

952​

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Melee Kills​

2 zombie kills = 20 EP​

2 zombie kills = 20 + 20% combo bonus = 24 EP​

1 security zombie kill = 15 EP​

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Melee Total EP = 59 EP​

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Kill Total​

59 EP​

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Survival Bonuses:​

No Damage: +20%​

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Total Bonus = +20%​

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Kill Total w/Bonuses = 70 EP​

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Finishing EP Pool = 1,022​

Spence, breathing heavily and visibly shaken, muttered, "Thanks."

Alice asked, "What about the other entrance?"

Kaplan replied, eyes darting to the other door, "They're waiting for us there too."

Rain, adrenaline still surging, turned her attention to Jameson. "Who are you? Why are you alive when everyone else is... like that?"

Jameson paused, choosing his words carefully. "I used to work here. Found myself awake amidst my dead team. I don't know why I was spared. But the Red Queen—she kept me alive."

"You mean the same Red Queen that killed my team?" Rain asked, her tone dripping with bitterness.

"She killed mine too," Jameson responded. "I was angry. But she's just a program, following orders. We just have to understand her motives."

Rain scoffed, "Not comforting."

Jameson continued, "Her main objective is to contain the infection. She'll kill us if she needs to. But if she can contain it and keep us alive? She will."

Alice, having been silently listening, finally spoke. "He's right. Let's turn her back on."

The chamber was filled with an air of tense agreement, uncertainty still present but with a glimmer of hope. Alice grabbed the Red Queen's board they had removed and approached the Red Queen's console, ready to reawaken the enigmatic AI that held their fates in her virtual hands.

 

[Neoacoya1]

With Alice's hand hovering over the Red Queen's console, the weight of their decision hung heavily in the chamber. The moment of truth had arrived, and everyone, from the hardened soldiers to the distressed workers of the Hive, was all too aware that their survival rested on this one gamble.

"Everyone ready?" Alice questioned, her voice just above a whisper, as she met Jameson's eyes.

Before anyone could respond, there was a low, eerie humming, which was then abruptly replaced by a sharp, electronic beep. The Red Queen's console blinked to life, and a ripple of electric current seemed to course through the room.

"Ah, there you are. Things, I gather, have gone out of control. I did warn you, didn't I?"

The large, holographic representation of the young girl's face, which was the Red Queen's avatar, materialized. Her innocent eyes scanned the room before settling on Jameson.

The Red Queen's holographic avatar illuminated the dim chamber. Her gaze, cold and calculating, swept across the room before settling on Jameson.

"Jameson," she began, her voice smooth and devoid of emotion, "your continued survival is... optimal for our current situation."

He nodded cautiously, "Thanks to you, it seems. We need your help."

She looked from Jameson to Alice, "You shut me down to stop me from killing everyone. Now you want to turn me back on?"

"We had our reasons," Rain interjected, her voice laced with bitterness, "Now tell us what the hell is going on down here."

"Research and Development," Red Queen comments as if asking what else the answer could be.

Deciding to be more specific, Matt, asks "What about the T-Virus?"

"The T-Virus was a major medical breakthrough although it clearly also possessed highly profitable military applications."

Kaplan confused, "How does that explain those things out there?"

"Even in death the human body still remains active, hair and fingernails continue to grow, new cells are produced, and the brain itself holds a small electric charge that takes months to dissipate. The T-Virus provides a massive jolt to both cellular growth and those trace electrical impulses. To put it quite simply, it reanimates the body."

Rain incredulously quips, "It brings the dead back to life?"

"Not fully. The subjects have the simplest of motor functions. Perhaps a little memory, but virtually no intelligence. They are driven by the basest of impulses, the most basic of needs."

Kaplan, not catching on, "Which is?"

"The need to feed."

Rain has a more practical question, "How do you kill them?"

"Massive trauma to the brain or severing the top of the spinal column are the most effective methods."

Rain simplifies that explanation, "You mean, shoot them in the head?"

Matt changes the subject, "Why did you kill everyone down here?"

The Red Queen's eyes never wavered. "It was necessary. The T-Virus escaped into the air conditioning system and an uncontrolled pattern of infection began. The infection had to be contained."

She paused, processing multiple outcomes. "My primary directive remains unchanged. You must understand, those who become infected, I cannot allow you to leave."

Spence jumps in, concerned, "Woah, we're not infected."

"Just one bite, one scratch from the creatures is sufficient and then you become one of them. The infection must be contained. Now that I'm active, I can control the Hive's security systems, seal certain sectors, and trap the infected. But I need your cooperation."

"And in return?" Alice inquired, her eyes narrowing.

"In return," the Red Queen began, "I ensure you exit the Hive alive."

The group exchanged wary glances. The fragile alliance they were forming with an AI was uncharted territory.

Rain, ever the skeptic, challenged, "How do we know we can trust you?"

"You don't," replied the Red Queen matter-of-factly. "But without me, your survival probability is less than 9%."

Matt voiced the sentiment that seemed to be on everyone's mind, "Looks like we're in this together then."

Jameson stepped forward, "We'll need a way to reach the surface without being overwhelmed."

The Red Queen's hologram projected a layout of the Hive's immediate sections. "I can provide you with three routes to your destination," she began in her cold, analytical voice.

"To your right is the door leading to Dining Hall B. I would strongly advise against this path," she warned. Her digital eyes narrowed slightly, hinting at the gravity of the situation. "Biological experiments are housed there. The power interruption may have compromised the containment measures."

Alice glanced briefly at the door, her memory of previous encounters with the Hive's experiments making her visibly tense. "Noted," she murmured.

The Red Queen continued, "The door to your left leads through a series of offices. While it might seem the most direct, it currently possesses a high infected presence. Expect heavy resistance."

Rain scowled, tightening her grip on her weapon. "Just our luck," she muttered.

"The final option," the Red Queen went on, "is to proceed into the maintenance tunnels. I must admit, my surveillance doesn't extend to those tunnels. Their status is unknown. It could be clear, or it could be even more dangerous than the previous options."

New Quest: Escape the Hive
Navigate through the Hive to the surface while evading or combatting the infected.

Objective 1: Select a path.
Objective 2: Collect supplies.
Objective 3: Prevent team member infection.

Hidden Objective: ???
Hidden Reward: ???

Reward: Escape the hive, ???, 1,000 EP/uninfected escapee, 10,000 EP.

Jameson stepped forward, assessing the layout. "The unknown could work in our favor. It might be our best shot."

Matt frowned, considering. "It's a gamble. But it might be better than facing certain threats."

Alice, ever the leader, took a deep breath. "We've faced the unknown before. At least in the tunnels, we can keep moving and won't be cornered easily."

Rain nodded, "I'm with Alice. The tunnels might give us the edge we need."

The group exchanged determined glances, the weight of their decision settling around them.

"Very well," the Red Queen intoned, her voice unwavering. "Proceed with caution. Remember, every second counts."

With a shared nod, the team readied themselves, preparing to delve into the unknown depths of the Hive's maintenance tunnels, hoping the darkness would shield them from the horrors above.

---

Rain led the team through the oppressive darkness of the maintenance tunnels. The dim torchlight in her hand barely cut through the thick mist in the air, caused by hot water hissing from rusted pipes. Every step taken was met with the squelch of mud underfoot. Water dripped incessantly from overhead, adding to the feeling of being trapped in an underground rainstorm.

"They're for water, gas, and power," Kaplan explained, the moisture in the air causing his voice to echo softly.

"All looks the same to me," Spence grumbled, casting suspicious glances at the seemingly identical passageways. "Feels like we're walking in damn circles."

Kaplan, defensive, countered, "We're following the path the Red Queen provided."

Spence, his frustration peaking in the stifling environment, roughly pushed Kaplan aside. "Feels like she's leading us into a trap."

Rain reacted swiftly, grabbing Spence and shoving him against a grating. "Enough! We have to trust the path and keep moving."

But as Rain released him, hands - rotting, cold, and hungry - shot out through the grate, grabbing Spence. The team fought fiercely, pulling him free from the grasp of the concealed zombies.

A momentary reprieve was cut short when Alice, assessing the onward route, found herself face-to-face with a lurching zombie. With adrenaline-fueled agility, she punched it to give herself some room.

Jameson was by her side in a heartbeat, thrusting his baton into her hand, their eyes meeting briefly in mutual understanding.

As zombies surged forward, they tore the grating from its fastenings. The force pushed it into Matt, Kaplan, and Spence. Rather than falter, the trio pushed back, using the grating as an immediate barrier. Their faces slick with sweat and the dampness of the environment, they held it firm, creating an improvised "wall" against the relentless undead.

Alice and Jameson's combat dance began, their synchronicity evident as they pushed back the horde. With each twist and turn, their muddy footprints painted a testament to their desperate struggle.

Alice swiftly took down two zombies, using the baton's reach to crack skulls and maintain distance.

Jameson, on the other hand, using his brute strength, knocked a zombie into a cluster of its comrades, making them stumble and buying time. His subsequent strikes eliminated three zombies. [+42 EP]

Noticing the tactical advantage, Jameson motioned for Alice to exchange weapons. Now with the dagger in her grasp, Alice gracefully maneuvered, weaving through the zombies and dispatching two more with quick, precise slashes. Jameson used the baton's weight to pummel another two zombies, focusing on taking down the most immediate threats. [+24 EP]

The ever-growing number of zombies coupled with the choking atmosphere made their situation increasingly dire. "Up! Get to the pipes!" Alice's voice echoed urgently.

While the duo held the line, Rain provided cover fire. The sharp retort of her gunshots competed with the muffled echoes of the dripping water. Matt assisted Spence up onto the pipes first, before reaching out for Alice, pulling her to safety. Kaplan quickly followed, scrambling up with Alice and Matt's assistance.

Jameson, finding himself isolated as his team members ascended the pipes, intensified his offensive.

A zombie lunged at him, only to be swiftly countered by a ferocious elbow strike. As it staggered back, Jameson quickly followed up with a deadly strike to its head with the baton.

His peripheral vision caught two more undead approaching. With a spin, Jameson delivered a powerful kick to the first one's chest, sending it crashing into its companion. Seizing this opportunity, he closed in, wielding the baton with both hands, and took them both out in rapid succession. [+42 EP]

Rain's intention to follow was halted by the shocking sight of Zombie J.D. Time seemed to slow as he bit into her neck. The confined, echoing space amplified her pained cry. Pushing past the pain and shock, Rain shoved J.D. back, ending his existence with a single shot.

With a surge of strength, Jameson rushed to Rain, heaving her towards the waiting hands above. Once she was safe, he quickly ascended himself.

Gathering atop the pipes, their heavy breaths mingled with the sound of dripping water and snarling zombies, the team knew that their descent into this dark, watery nightmare was far from over.

Starting EP Pool
1,022

Melee Kills
2 zombie kills = 20 EP + 20% combo bonus = 24 EP
3 zombie kills = 30 EP + 30% combo bonus = 42 EP
3 zombie kills = 30 EP + 30% combo bonus = 42 EP
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Melee Total EP = 108 EP

Kill Total
108 EP

Survival Bonuses:
No Damage: +20%
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Total Bonus = +20%

Kill Total w/Bonuses = 129 EP

Finishing EP Pool = 1,151

 

[Neoacoya1]

The suffocating heat and the relentless droning of the zombie horde below made the darkness of the Hive even more daunting. The group had managed to ascend onto the pipes that crisscrossed the vast underground ceiling. Rain's hand was extended over the mob below, letting the dark blood from her wounds trickle down tantalizingly over the outstretched arms and gaping mouths of the undead. Each droplet met with a frenzy of frustrated growls.

"Rain!" Alice's voice broke through the haze of shock that seemed to have consumed the injured woman. "We need to address those wounds."

Rain's dazed eyes shifted towards Alice, and with a whisper of a voice, she murmured, "I'm fine." It was clear that she wasn't. The crimson streaks on her pale arms told another story.

Alice took a step closer, reaching out to touch Rain's shoulder gently, trying to ground her back to the present. The touch was met with unexpected force as Rain jerked away, snapping, "I said I'm fine!"

It was a twisted mockery of their situation—Rain taunting the zombies by dripping her blood onto them. The scent of fresh blood was irresistible to the zombies below, making them even more frenzied in their desperation. It seemed this small act was Rain's form of defiance, her way of reclaiming some semblance of power in a world that had gone mad.

Spence, meanwhile, stared at the horde beneath with fear evident in his eyes, the weight of their situation threatening to crush him. Kaplan, looking down with a distant gaze, muttered, "She was right... We're all going to die down here."

Jameson, ever the optimist, immediately countered, "If there's one thing I've learned, it's that as long as you're breathing, there's hope."

Alice nodded, seconding Jameson's sentiment. "We're all going to make it out of here," she declared with determination.

In a single-file line, they began their painstaking crawl along the pipes: Matt leading the pack, followed closely by Spence, Rain, Alice, Kaplan, with Jameson at the rear. The metal was cold, a stark contrast to the heat below, and its gritty texture offered some grip for their trembling hands.

Soon they reached an area where the pipes were suspended from the ceiling with a maze of wires. The space between them widened, and there was enough room for the group to stand. Matt was the first to make it across, kicking down a grate on the other side to grant them an exit. Spence and Rain followed suit, their combined weight shifting the pipes ever so slightly.

The subsequent weight of Alice and Kaplan proved too much. One of the wire anchors gave way with a metallic scream, causing the pipe to sag ominously. Kaplan lost his footing, teetering at the edge where the undead clamored to get a piece of him.

"No!" Alice screamed, lunging to grab Kaplan. But her movement coupled with Kaplan's frantic flailing was too much. Another anchor snapped.

The pipe's sudden lurch threw Alice towards Matt, Spence, and Rain. As she flailed in mid-air, Matt's hand shot out, grabbing her by the arm. With Spence's help, they managed to pull her to safety. But Kaplan was sent sprawling to the floor, the shadows of zombies immediately converging on him.

Amidst the groans and gnashing teeth, Kaplan's fighting spirit was clear. He lashed out, his frantic flailing keeping the zombies momentarily at bay. With a powerful kick, he knocked one away, creating a brief opening that allowed him to scramble to his feet.

From her precarious position on the pipe, Alice shouted at Rain, who was hesitating with her gun aimed at the horde. "Rain! Help him!"

Rain's face was twisted in panic, her gun aimed but her finger frozen on the trigger. "I... I can't..." she stammered.

"What are you waiting for?!" Alice's voice was frantic.

"I can't focus! I can't see!" Rain's voice was desperate.

As they argued, a particularly gruesome zombie tackled Kaplan, sending both of them crashing onto the inclined pipe. Kaplan struggled, holding the creature's snapping jaws inches from his face.

Without a second thought, Alice snatched the gun from Rain's trembling hand and fired. The zombie's head snapped back, and it went limp on top of Kaplan.

"Climb, Kaplan! CLIMB!" Spence's voice cut through the chaos. Along with shouts from Matt and Alice, their encouragement became Kaplan's lifeline as he began the grueling crawl up the steep incline of the pipe.

"We're getting him out!" Alice shouted, her voice filled with hope and determination.

But Kaplan, checking his gun and finding just one bullet left, laughed dryly, "Well, that's lucky." He interrupted the group's flurry of planning, "Just go! I won't make it!"

Alice was adamant, "We are not leaving without you!"

Matt and Spence, seeing the truth in Kaplan's words, moved forward, Rain in tow. But Alice wasn't ready to abandon hope. Kaplan's voice grew more desperate. "Go, Alice! Go!"

It was Jameson, still on the other side, who broke the deadlock. "I'll go with him!" he declared, using one of the hanging wires to swing over to Kaplan.

Kaplan, exasperated, asked, "You planning on dying here with me?"

Jameson grinned, pointing behind Kaplan to a narrow crawl space, "Or we could try that way."

Their eyes locked in understanding. Jameson turned back to Alice, his tone firm, "We'll catch up. Now go."

The narrow crawlspace made movement arduous for Kaplan and Jameson. With each shuffle, they could hear the distant groans of the undead. The faint luminescence from Jameson's wristwatch illuminated a junction ahead; one path hinted at the muffled echoes of familiar voices, while the other was silent.

Kaplan's ear picked up the strains of a tense conversation. "There's a cure!" It was Alice's voice, filled with a mix of hope and desperation.

"A cure?" Jameson whispered, eyes wide. Kaplan merely nodded, the implications of the revelation heavy in the tight space.

As they moved closer, the crawlspace expanded into a wider chamber, permitting them to kneel. The voices became more distinct, but they seemed to be coming from beyond a reinforced door.

"We have to get in there," Kaplan murmured, noticing a control panel on the side. Its circuits and wires looked like something he could manipulate. "Keep an ear out."

Jameson nodded, focusing on the muffled voices. Suddenly, the raw emotion in Rain's voice became clear as she urged Alice to finish it. From amidst their harrowing exchange, the Red Queen's unyielding voice pierced through, "Do it, Alice. It's the only option. Eliminate the threat. NOW!"

As Kaplan worked on the circuitry, the sound of Rain's desperate pleas continued. The atmosphere grew palpably tense. Suddenly, there was a charged silence, followed by the unmistakable sound of an axe being lifted. Jameson's heart raced. "Kaplan, NOW!"

Just as Alice's arm was mid-swing, the door clicked open. The sight that greeted Jameson and Kaplan was one of raw emotion: Alice, axe in hand, looking torn between desperation and determination, Rain, eyes filled with a mix of resignation and hope, and Matt, trying to provide some semblance of support.

Alice's swing, instead of meeting the kneeling target, ended up smashing a speaker, silencing the Red Queen's insistent voice. The room was filled with the remnants of the tense standoff.

The Red Queen's voice, now emanating from a different speaker, addressed Jameson, "You're deviating from our objective, Jameson."

Jameson, undeterred, shot back, "You're acting like I haven't handled dozens of infected since this whole mess began. What's one more if the cure fails?"

Kaplan, sensing the tension, interjected, "Let's not waste any more time. We need to get to that train platform."

Alice, her gaze still locked on the destroyed speaker, nodded. "Yes, let's get that cure."

 

[Neoacoya1]

The train platform was dimly lit, a beacon of safety amidst the Hive's oppressive dark. Jameson, Alice, Matt, Rain, and Kaplan hurriedly arrived; the weight of their journey evident in every step. Matt, bearing the frail form of Rain, led the way.

As they neared the train, an unsettling sight met their eyes: Spence's body lay in a crumpled heap by the train's entrance. His hand clutched a broken vial, the remnants of the cure shimmering ominously. His once bright eyes were vacant, his lifeless form eerily still.

Jameson, always the observant one, crouched beside Spence's body. His brow furrowed as he studied the peculiar blood patterns and wounds on Spence's body. "This isn't the work of regular infected," he muttered.

Alice, bending over to pick up the anti-virus, started to ask, "What do you mean by—"

She never got to finish. Spence's body twitched, then jerked violently as he reanimated, lunging for Alice with a guttural roar. But Jameson and Alice had honed their reflexes in the hellish depths of the Hive. In sync, they dodged back, narrowly avoiding Spence's frenzied grasp.

The damage to Spence's body rendered him more of a crawler than a threat. His movements were jerky and sporadic, making him an easier target. Alice, a storm of emotions evident in her eyes, grabbed a nearby fire axe. One could almost feel the weight of Spence's betrayal as she swung down, putting him to rest for good.

But the Hive wasn't done with them yet.

Then, an unsettling, alien-like scream filled the platform, sending shivers down their spines. From the shadows emerged the Licker. Its brain pulsed grotesquely from its exposed cranium, and its skinless, muscle-bound form rippled as it moved. It was a sight straight out of nightmares.

Kaplan, with urgency in his eyes, ignited the train's engine. The noise rumbled through the platform, an echo of hope. "Get on!" he shouted.

Without hesitation, Alice grabbed the anti-virus and vaulted onto the moving train. But the Licker, attracted to the noise, sprang into action. Its long, prehensile tongue lashed out, reaching for the departing vehicle.

Jameson, acting on instinct, grabbed a heavy crate and hurled it at the creature. The Licker, caught off guard, was knocked away, its talons scrabbling for purchase.

The dark and echoing train platform is left in silence after the train's departure, except for the heavy, ragged breathing of Jameson.

Alone on the platform, Jameson's senses heightened. The oppressive silence was punctuated only by the distant hum of the departing train and the menacing breathing of the Licker.

New Quest: Tongue-Tied: Frantic Fight for Survival
Face the Licker in a desperate showdown on the platform. Every move counts in this lethal dance.

Objective: Survive the encounter with the Licker

Hidden Objective: ???

Success: 12,000 EP

Hidden Success: ???

The creature circled him, muscles rippling beneath its skinless form, its tongue flicking out in anticipation. Jameson could feel the Licker's predatory presence, every movement deliberate, assessing its prey.

Without warning, the Licker lunged. Its razor-sharp claws glinted in the dim light, aimed straight for Jameson's throat. Jameson barely dodged, rolling to the side and feeling the sharp sting as a claw grazed his arm.

In the midst of the chaos, his hand instinctively went to Susan's locket around his neck. Feeling the cool metal and remembering the bond he shared with his team, a surge of determination filled him. Activating the locket's power, he felt a warmth envelop him. The room seemed to shift slightly, and for a fleeting moment, Jameson could sense the presence of his fallen teammates beside him, their spirits lending him strength.

Empowered, Jameson sprang to his feet with newfound vigor, swinging his baton with even greater force. It connected with a thud against the Licker's side. The creature recoiled, its tongue whipping out with blinding speed. Jameson's enhanced reflexes allowed him to dodge more effectively, but the Licker's tongue still managed to wrap around his leg. Using his increased strength, he tore free, causing the creature to stagger back.

Hoping to use the height advantage, Jameson swiftly climbed a pile of metal containers. The Licker, persistent as ever, leaped atop the containers after him. Their clash amidst the metal was intense; Jameson's strikes were fueled by the collective will of his team, each blow resonating with their memory.

Despite his amplified strength, the Licker's agility and viciousness remained a formidable challenge. As Jameson narrowly avoided another strike, he stumbled, a claw finding its mark on his side. The ground beneath him became slick with blood.

Spotting the electrical junction box below, he executed his plan. With the locket's power still active, he leaped down with precision, luring the Licker closer to the box. A well-timed strike sent sparks flying, momentarily stunning the creature.

But the Licker was relentless. In a brutal counter, it shattered Jameson's baton. Gripping a jagged shard of the broken weapon, Jameson felt the locket's power wane. But with one last surge of energy, reminiscent of Susan's determination and the collective spirit of his team, he drove the shard into the Licker's brain. The creature's movements spasmed before it fell, defeated.

As the immediate danger passed, the sensation of his team's presence faded, leaving Jameson with a mix of sorrow and gratitude. Touching the locket once more, he whispered, "Thank you," taking a moment to honor the memories of his fallen friends.

Bloodied, bruised, and battered, Jameson took a moment to steady himself, his breathing echoing In the vastness of the Hive. He had faced down one of the T-Virus's creations and lived, but at a severe cost.

Quest Complete: Tongue-Tied: Frantic Fight for Survival
Face the Licker in a desperate showdown on the platform. Every move counts in this lethal dance.

Objective: Survive the encounter with the Licker (X)

Hidden Objective: Kill the Licker (X)

Success: 25, 000 EP, Licker's Kusarigama, Echolocation Perk

[EP Pool: 25,129]

Gripping his head, Jameson was swallowed by an agonizing pain, a sensation as if every fiber of his being was tearing and reforming. Beneath him, the concrete platform seemed to pulsate with life, though it was not life he recognized.

As the pain began to ebb, a confusing mix of his regular vision and something entirely alien flooded his senses. He felt as if he was looking at the world both through his eyes and from a vantage point above, a sort of overlay that revealed more than he could ever see before.

Echolocation (Passive/Active)
Amid the chaos of the Hive, the Gamer undergoes a startling mutation, endowing him with the extraordinary ability to sense his environment far beyond the natural limits of human sight. This unique sense layers a radar-esque perception over his regular vision, granting him an almost full-circle awareness.

Passive: This power offers the Gamer a continuous, albeit less detailed, overview of his immediate surroundings up to 5 meters.

Active: The Gamer can activate a deeper form of echolocation. This grants him a detailed insight up to 50 meters, unveiling the minutest crevices to distant obstructions.

• Cost: The Gamer must remain stationary while using Active Echolocation. 5 MP/sec.

Conflicting emotions churned within him. There was undeniable awe at the scope of his new perception, but a chilling thought crept into his mind: "Am I still... human?" This new 'sight' felt so foreign, so animalistic. He envisioned himself as a creature of the dark, using sonar to hunt, and the thought made his stomach turn.

Attempting to understand the limits of this ability, he pushed the sensation outward, trying to feel every nook and cranny of the platform. But this deep probe came at a price. Mental exhaustion quickly set in, and the appearance of a gauge in his peripheral vision showed his dwindling mental reserves.

He leaned against a metal beam, trying to gather himself. This new sense could be a game-changer in the perilous environment of the Hive, but at what personal cost? "Am I trading my humanity for survival?" he wondered, the lurking dangers of the Hive clashing with his internal struggles.

Starting EP Pool
25,129 EP

Melee Kills
1 Licker kill = 2000 + 30% trap bonus = 2,600 EP
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Melee Total EP = 2,600

Kill Total EP
2,600

Survival Bonuses:
N/A
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Total Bonus = 0%

Kill Total EP w/Bonuses = 2,600

Finishing Total EP = 27,729

 

[Neoacoya1]

Jameson stood alone amidst the suffocating silence of the Hive. However, the quiet didn't last long. An all-too-familiar voice echoed, resonating from the walls of the Hive.

"Well done, Jameson. The records of your confrontation with the Licker have been logged," the Red Queen's voice carried an eerie calmness. "On a brighter note, three individuals have successfully escaped the Hive without any injuries."

Jameson's heart raced. "Three? I thought there were four of us. What about Rain?" There was an undercurrent of worry in his voice.

"Rain, unfortunately, did not make it," the Red Queen reported, her voice devoid of emotion. "It seems she succumbed to the infection even after the administration of the cure."

The weight of the news hit Jameson hard. The roller-coaster of emotions from hope to despair was draining. "Rain..." he murmured, picturing the frail form of his comrade. "To be given a glimmer of hope, only to have it brutally snatched away. It's just... cruel."

After a brief pause, trying to put on a brave face, Jameson responded with exaggerated casualness. "So, Red, any chance I can still make it out before those blast doors are sealed?"

The Red Queen's reply was prompt. "I regret to inform you, Jameson, that it's already too late. The blast doors have been sealed." For a moment, she almost sounded genuinely regretful, as though she had genuine emotions.

Before Jameson could process this further, a familiar interface appeared before him.

Quest Completed: Escape the Hive
You've successfully helped three people escape the Hive with their lives and the cure.

Objective 1: Select a path. (X)
Objective 2: Collect supplies (X)
Objective 3: Prevent team member infection (X)

Hidden Objective: Don't leave before completing your deal with the Red Queen. (X)

Reward: 13,000 EP; Permanent Ally status with the Red Queen.

Final EP Count: 40,729 EP

Jameson let out a long, drawn-out sigh. The weight of everything that had transpired pressed heavily on him. He had made it so far, faced numerous challenges, and yet, his fate was still uncertain. But at least, in this grim scenario, he had managed to earn an unexpected ally.

The thought of the other infected creatures lurking in the depths of the Hive made Jameson shiver involuntarily. "I still have to clear the Hive, don't I?" he muttered, a hint of resignation in his voice.

"Correct," The Red Queen responded, her voice as measured as ever. "While the immediate threat has been neutralized, there are still pockets of infection throughout the Hive."

Preparing to navigate his way out, Jameson's steps faltered when something gleaming under the Licker's carcass caught his eye. Approaching cautiously, he nudged the corpse with his boot, revealing the Licker's Kusarigama. Without hesitation, he reached down and lifted the weapon, feeling its weight and balance in his hand. The bladed chain weapon felt strange, foreign, and yet oddly empowering.

Licker's Kusarigama:
Blade: Forged from the Licker's razor-sharp claw, retaining its inherent lethal edge.
Handle: A sturdy tarsal bone, bound with Licker's sinew for a solid grip.
Chain: Braided leather, skillfully crafted from the Licker's tongue, which retains its strength and flexibility.

"You've got people making weapons out of the mutated infected's body parts?" Jameson remarked with feigned surprise, an attempt to deflect any suspicions about the true origin of the weapon.

The Red Queen's tone hinted at genuine confusion, "I have no records or knowledge of such practices. That weapon is... unfamiliar."

Grasping the kusarigama firmly, Jameson turned away from the train platform. "Well, if I'm going to clear the Hive, I'm going to need food, a place to rest, and more weapons."

Understanding the practicality of his request, the Red Queen replied, "There is a storage area two levels below this platform. It contains a significant supply of MREs. That should suffice for your nutritional needs."

Jameson nodded, mentally preparing himself for the next phase of his journey. Every step he took would be crucial in his quest to rid the Hive of its monstrous inhabitants.

---

Jameson treaded cautiously through the dimly lit corridors, his echolocation perk subtly alerting him to the surroundings. The constant hum of the Hive's infrastructure masked the quieter sounds. Still, as he neared a junction, the faint shuffle of feet resonated in his mind.

Suddenly, three infected lunged from the shadows. Jameson's heightened senses had given him a split-second warning. With no room to swing the kusarigama's braided leather rope, he swiftly used the weapon's blunt end, striking the closest infected squarely on the head. The blow had the desired effect, causing it to crumple to the ground instantly.

The second infected lunged at him, but Jameson sidestepped, pulling the blade of the kusarigama across its temple. The sharp edge dug deep, causing the creature to fall lifeless to the floor.

He faced the third and final infected, swinging the kusarigama with precision, catching the creature under the chin. The blow jolted its head back, blade piercing the brain from below. (+42 EP)

Pushing forward, Jameson felt the weight of the Licker's Kusarigama in his grip. His understanding of the weapon grew with each encounter, yet he restrained himself from using its mid-range abilities in the tight confines of the corridors.

After a few minutes, the corridor opened up into a more expansive room with high ceilings, the remnants of an old storage area. Its vastness presented Jameson with the opportunity to explore the kusarigama's potential. As he stepped further in, a larger group of infected awaited.

Jameson could hear the shuffling and groans growing louder as he continued down the corridor. He could see the silhouettes of at least twenty infected ahead.

Positioning himself defensively, he prepared for the onslaught. The first infected lunged, and Jameson sidestepped while driving the blade of the kusarigama into its head. As it crumpled to the floor, two more approached. He swung the weighted end of the rope, catching one on the side of its head, crushing its skull. Quickly, he slashed the other through the face and kicked it back into the horde. [+42 EP]

Despite the tight quarters and his inexperience with the weapon, Jameson's reflexes, honed from earlier battles, served him well. He continued to fend off the infected, alternating between slashing and blunt strikes, strategically using the environment to his advantage.

Suddenly, a skill notification appeared: [Skill Update: Melee Proficiency - Level 12]

Novie Melee Proficiency – Level 12
Level 1: Increases melee attack accuracy by 5%.
Level 5: Improves melee evasion rate by 5%.
Level 10: Increases melee counter rate by 5%.

As the infected continued to surge forward, the room echoed with their guttural groans and the shuffling of their feet. Jameson found himself pressed back, the encroaching undead steadily cutting off his ground. The fallen infected littered the floor, making it a treacherous terrain of limbs and pooling blood. Each step required careful consideration, not just to avoid tripping but to maintain a firm footing for his next strike.

His grip tightened on the kusarigama's handle as one particularly aggressive infected lunged at him. Its fingers, gnarled and blackened from decay, clawed at the air, trying to grasp onto him. Reacting instinctively, Jameson used the side of the weapon's handle, driving it hard into the creature's throat. It stumbled back, giving him a split-second window to use the sharp end of the kusarigama. With a swift diagonal slash, he carved off half its head.

Another infected, its jaw hanging loosely, swiped at him, but Jameson parried its arm away using the kusarigama's shaft. Using the momentary opening, he struck upwards on the backswing with the blade, cutting deeply into its head, causing blackened blood to spurt out.

Suddenly, from his right, another tried to capitalize on his occupied state. Jameson felt the cold, decayed hands attempting to clutch at his shoulder. He pivoted, slamming the Licker bone weight at the end of the rope into the creature's face. Its head jerked back, nose and an eye crushed. Before it could recover, Jameson swung the blade in a low arc, severing its legs at the knee and finishing it with a quick kick to the head, breaking its neck. [+42 EP]

The dance continued, each move flowing into the next, a desperate ballet in the narrow corridor. There were moments when he felt the pressure, the weight of the numbers against him, but Jameson's determination and adaptability kept him one step ahead of the infected. Each defensive maneuver was followed by a decisive strike, ensuring he made the most out of every opportunity.

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Starting EP Pool
40,729

Melee Kills
(x5) 1 zombie kill = 50 EP
(x4) 3 zombie kills = 30 + 40% 3-combo bonus = 168 EP
(x 3) 1 zombie kill = 10 EP + 30% environment bonus = 39 EP
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Melee Total EP = 257

Kill Total EP
257

Survival Bonuses:
No Damage: +30%
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Total Bonus = 30%

Kill Total EP w/Bonuses = 334

Finishing Total EP = 41,063

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The Red Queen's voice, usually devoid of emotion, had a hint of admiration. "Well done, Jameson. The storage area is just ahead."

Reaching the door to the storage area, he finally allowed himself a sigh of relief. Inside, crates neatly stacked to the ceiling were labeled "MREs".

Jameson examined the neatly stacked crates, trying to judge their weight. "Hey, Red," he began, "Do you have any carts or something to help transport one of these? They're not exactly pocket-sized."

"There's a utility room two doors down to your left. You should find a hand cart there," the Red Queen replied.

"Great. And where's the best place for me to hole up and rest?" Jameson asked, navigating the interface.

"The closest secure location would be the Control Room. It's designed to be fortified. However, the route there isn't exactly... hospitable right now," the AI warned.

"Figures," Jameson muttered. "Guess I'll have to clear the way. What am I looking at?"

"There are several infected in your path and multiple security doors which you'll need to manually close. Once you do, I can seal them from my end, preventing further infected access."

A quest popup materialized in Jameson's HUD:

New Quest: Secure the Path to Rest
You've secured food, but it'd be great if you had a safe place to eat it. Work with the Red Queen to secure a route between the food and a possible rest point.

Objective: Clear the way to the Control Room and manually close all security doors.

Rewards: 500 EP; Safe Resting Place

Nodding, Jameson headed to the utility room and found the hand cart. He wheeled it to the storage room and loaded a crate of MREs. Determined, he pushed the cart ahead, weapon at the ready.

The first security door was just down the corridor. Three infected loitered nearby. With a rapid approach, he struck one down with a quick blade strike to the head. Using the cart as a battering ram, he pushed another infected into a nearby electrical panel, causing it to electrocute. The third, he trapped under the cart, finishing it off with a thrust to the brain. [+46 EP]

He then swiftly closed the door and locked it. The Red Queen immediately activated the door's security measures, sealing it shut.

Pushing ahead, Jameson encountered more resistance. Two infected lunged from a side corridor. Using the momentum of the cart, he quickly maneuvered it, sandwiching one infected between the cart and the wall, crushing it. The other he managed to finish with two rapid strikes, one to disarm it by severing its arm, followed by a fatal stab. [+27 EP]

After a series of encounters, Jameson managed to take down seven more infected: four with direct blade strikes, two using the environment by leading them into hazardous areas, and one by cleverly luring it into a trap he quickly set up. [+124 EP]

By the time Jameson reached the Control Room, he had racked up 197 EP. He closed the final security door behind him, hearing the familiar sealing mechanism as the Red Queen secured it.

His quest completion notification appeared:

Quest Completed: Secure the Path to Rest
You've secured food, but it'd be great if you had a safe place to eat it. Work with the Red Queen to secure a route between the food and a possible rest point.

Objective: Clear the way to the Control Room and manually close all security doors.
Rewards: 500 EP; Safe Resting Place

Exhausted but alive, Jameson finally had a moment to catch his breath and plan his next move.

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Starting EP Pool
41,563

Melee Kills
3 zombie kills = 30 + (30% environmental bonus/3) = 33 + 40% 3-combo kill = 46 EP
2 zombie kills = 20 + (30% environmental bonus/2) = 23 + 20% 2-combo kill = 27 EP
4 zombie kills = 40 + 100% 4-combo kill = 80 EP
2 zombie kills = 20 + 30% environmental bonus = 26 + 20% 2-combo bonus = 31 EP
1 zombie kill = 10 + 30% trap bonus = 13 EP
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Melee Total EP = 197

Kill Total EP
197

Survival Bonuses:
No Damage: 30%
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Total Bonus = 30%

Kill Total EP w/Bonuses = 256

Finishing Total EP = 41,819

 

[Neoacoya1]

The rumbling of the cart's wheels echoed through the Control Room as Jameson pushed it into a dimly lit corner. The room, dominated by a myriad of screens and control panels, didn't resemble anything remotely comforting, especially not a place to rest. Although devoid of beds, there were several chairs that looked ergonomically designed, possibly for long hours of operation.

Jameson glanced at them, noticing the high-back design which appeared to be adjustable. Maybe, just maybe, they could be reclined far enough to offer some semblance of comfort. With a sigh, he cracked open the crate on his cart and rummaged inside. Pulling out an MRE, he ripped it open and began eating. The flavors, bland to most, were a feast to him. In situations like these, he mused, hunger truly was the best seasoning.

As he ate, the room's ambient lighting shifted, and the Red Queen's interface appeared on the central screen. Her voice, cold and mechanical, echoed through the speakers, "Jameson, it is crucial we discuss the next steps."

He chewed thoughtfully, eyeing the AI. "Before we dive into that," he said, swallowing a mouthful, "are there any more of those... biological experiments running loose?"

The Red Queen's interface displayed a brief animation, simulating thought. "There are no experiments of immediate concern currently active," she responded. "However, it is essential to note that prolonged power outages could compromise any stasis chambers in the facility."

Jameson raised an eyebrow. "So, it's a race against time then?"

"Correct."

Finishing his meal, Jameson discarded the packaging and leaned back in his chair. His attention shifted inward, thinking about the considerable EP he had accumulated. The allure of spending it was tempting, but the memory of the agonizing process to upgrade his stats made him hesitate.

Jameson rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "If I'm going to stand a chance against more of those Lickers, not to mention any other surprises the Hive has in store, I'll need to arm back up. The armory should be my first stop."

The Red Queen's interface pulsed softly, a visual indicator of her processing. "That would be a logical decision. However, the armory's defenses have been compromised. You'll need to tread with caution."

Jameson frowned. "Isn't the armory supposed to be one of the most secure locations in the Hive?"

"It was," the Red Queen responded. "Before my temporary shutdown, one of the Hive's biological experiments was moved there for high-priority weapon testing. Given the current circumstances, it has likely been released. The armory might be guarded by something much more dangerous than a Licker."

Jameson frowned, confusion evident in his eyes. "You said there were no experiments of immediate concern. How does something more dangerous than a Licker not count?"

The Red Queen's interface briefly pulsed, indicating processing. "The creature is in a dormant state and therefore not active. It was not deemed an immediate concern at that time."

Jameson let out a frustrated sigh, bringing a hand to his face in a facepalm gesture. "That wasn't exactly what I meant," he muttered under his breath. Shaking off the annoyance, he refocused his gaze on the Red Queen's interface. "Fine. Just tell me, what am I dealing with here?"

The Red Queen's interface momentarily glitched, a sign of her calculating possible scenarios. "The Chimera Project. It was designed to be an amalgamation of various deadly creatures, retaining their most lethal attributes. Imagine the agility of a panther, the strength of a gorilla, and the venom of a snake, all combined into one entity. The Chimera was unpredictable and extremely aggressive during initial tests."

Jameson took a moment to process this information, his expression a mix of disbelief and horror. "Bio research is one thing, but this..."

The Red Queen's response was devoid of emotion, as always. "T-Virus mutations generally manifest randomly and are inherently unstable. The Chimera project aimed to harness and guide these mutations by using a specific biological template. The intention was to dictate the direction of the mutation. While the process proved to be both labor-intensive and costly, it successfully demonstrated the viability of the concept."

He sighed. "Just another day in the Hive, I suppose. Once I'm geared up, what then?"

"Given the possibility of the Hive's reopening, efficiency in elimination should be our priority," the Red Queen suggested.

Jameson looked surprised. "Wait a minute. Wasn't the Hive supposed to be sealed forever after an outbreak? That was the protocol, wasn't it?"

The Red Queen's interface pulsed a deeper shade of red. "You are correct. Sealing the Hive indefinitely was the immediate policy post-outbreak. However," her voice lowered, almost ominously, "the value of the research conducted here is unparalleled. It is only a matter of time before either an official directive or covert operations attempt to access it. The Hive's reopening is, in all probability, inevitable."

The Red Queen's holographic interface pulsed briefly. "The Chimera's presence in the armory means it's now a priority target. Clearing it will not only remove a significant threat but also provide you with more resources for the battles ahead."

Jameson cracked his knuckles, determination in his eyes. "Then let's begin with the Chimera. Once it's down, we can use the armory's resources to tackle the other infected zones."

The Red Queen displayed a schematic of the Hive, highlighting the path to the armory and marking out potential hotspots of infected activity. "I'll guide you, but be cautious. The Chimera was designed for unpredictability. It's going to be a tough fight."

Jameson slouched back in the chair, exhaustion evident in every line of his face. "Before we tackle the Chimera or anything else, I need rest. Real rest," he admitted, his voice edged with fatigue. "Every muscle in my body is screaming, and I can't trust my reactions to be quick enough in a fight right now."

The Red Queen's interface dimmed in acknowledgement. "Rest is logical. Fatigue will reduce your effectiveness and increase the risk of injury. I'll monitor the Hive and ensure no threats approach this control room while you sleep."

Jameson reclined the chair, threw his feet up on another chair, and used his jacket as a makeshift blanket. "Wake me if anything urgent happens, okay?"

The Red Queen's voice softened, a hint of synthetic compassion evident. "I will. Rest well, Jameson. We have a lot of work once you wake."

Closing his eyes, Jameson finally gave in to the weight of exhaustion, his breathing steadying as he fell into a deep, restorative sleep. The Red Queen continued her vigilant watch, the room bathed in the gentle glow of her interface.

---

The gentle hum of machines and the ambient light from the screens provided a comforting atmosphere, allowing Jameson a brief respite from the horrors of the Hive. Time seemed to blur in the confines of the Control Room, but eventually, a gentle chime signaled Jameson's waking.

His eyes fluttered open, and he stretched, groaning at the stiffness that had settled into his limbs. Looking around, he saw the Red Queen's interface pulsing gently on the central screen.

"Good morning, Jameson," the AI's voice echoed, sounding slightly warmer than usual. "I trust you had a restful sleep?"

Rubbing his eyes, Jameson nodded. "As restful as one can get in a place like this. How long was I out?"
"Approximately eight hours," the Red Queen informed him. "No threats approached the Control Room during your rest."

Jameson grunted in acknowledgment and slowly got to his feet, flexing his fingers and rolling his shoulders. The rest had done him good; he felt revitalized, ready to face whatever the Hive threw at him next.

As he took in his surroundings, he remembered the accumulated EP and the chance to upgrade his stats. Pulling up the holographic interface, Jameson took a moment to strategize. If the Chimera was as fast and deadly as Red Queen had said, he'd need to be even faster to have any chance against it.

With that in mind, he poured his EP into his AGI.

AGI ​

- Level 8 ➔ 9 – 430 EP ​

- Level 9 ➔ 10 – 688 EP ​

- Level 10 ➔ 11 – 1,101 EP ​

- Level 11 ➔ 12 – 1,762 EP ​

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Total EP spent: 3,981 ​

Jameson had 37,738 EP left.

As the points flowed into his Agility, the sensation was agonizingly intense. An overpowering, almost searing energy coursed through him, causing his muscles to contract and cramp violently. His bones ached as if they were being reshaped, his flesh burning with the rapid mutation. His breathing became ragged, each gasp filled with both pain and awe. Every nerve screamed in protest, each cell in his body seeming to rebel against the sudden change. The sensation was both excruciating and electrifying, pushing him to the brink of his endurance.

Before he could fully absorb the change, the cold, analytical voice of the Red Queen resonated throughout the room. "Jameson, the rapid mutations in your physiology are... intriguing."

He raised an eyebrow, catching a hint of fascination in her tone. "Intriguing? That's one word for it."

The interface pulsed a brighter shade of red, indicative of the Red Queen's heightened interest. "The T-Virus mutations are usually random and unpredictable, yet yours seem... directed, controlled. It's as if someone—or something—is guiding them."

As the Red Queen expressed her fascination with the directed mutations in Jameson's body, he pondered for a moment. Then, with a twinkle in his eye, he replied, "You know, I once read somewhere that mitochondria—those things powering our cells—were once foreign invaders themselves. Got integrated into our cells a really, really long time ago. Maybe the T-Virus in me found a... symbiotic relationship of sorts?"

The Red Queen paused, processing the statement. "An intriguing hypothesis, albeit a simple one. The mitochondria's evolutionary journey into the eukaryotic cell is one of symbiosis, indeed. However, the T-Virus was designed for rapid and devastating effects, not harmony."

Jameson shrugged, smirking a bit. "Hey, I'm no scientist. Just a guy trying to make sense of this crazy ride. But think about it: nature has its ways, doesn't it?"

The Red Queen's interface pulsed, reflecting her contemplation. "Nature is unpredictable. It constantly adapts and evolves. And while your theory might not fit into the traditional understanding of the T-Virus, your mutations are unprecedented," she said, a hint of cold excitement in her voice. "It would be most illuminating to study you in greater depth."

Jameson shot a playful, yet slightly wary look at the screen. "When you say 'study,' I'm getting visions of being pinned to a slab while you poke and prod me."

There was a brief pause. "That would be the most effective method, but given our current circumstances, not feasible. Still, your transformation offers invaluable data."

Chuckling, Jameson stretched his legs, feeling out his increased agility. "Well, you'll just have to be satisfied with observing from a distance for now. Ready to guide me to the armory?"

The Red Queen's interface returned to its usual, more passive hue. "Certainly. But remember, Jameson, your unique mutation makes you a valuable asset—both to me and to whoever may desire control of the Hive."

Jameson's smirk deepened, his tone playful. "You know, for a super-advanced AI, you really need to work on your motivational speeches. Ever thought about taking a course on pep talks?"

The Red Queen's interface momentarily glitched, simulating a bemused response. "Noted. I shall endeavor to improve my motivational techniques."

Jameson chuckled, "That's the spirit! Alright, let's get moving."

Quest: Chimera's Demise​

The Chimera, a monstrous blend of predatory genes, has escaped its containment and true to form, has made its nest in the Armory. You'll need those weapons if you intend to follow through on your promise to clear the Hive.​

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Objective: Confront and defeat the Chimera to gain access to the Hive's Armory.​

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Rewards: 30,000 EP, Armory Access, and ???​

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A/N: Hey guys, I messed up the next chapter so I'm going to have to re-write it. So, it might be a while before I can gather the motivation to do that. (No more than a week though. I'll force myself to do it before it gets to that point.)

 

[Neoacoya1]

The labyrinthine corridors of the Hive stretched out before Jameson, dimly lit and ominously silent but for the occasional distant groan. With every step, the cold steel floor seemed to echo his mounting anxiety. As he navigated the winding passageways, the soft, static hum of surveillance cameras accompanied him, the eyes of the Red Queen watching, aiding.

Up ahead, a group of three zombies lumbered into view, their eyes devoid of life, yet hungrily fixated on him. Jameson's fingers closed around the grip of the Licker's Kusarigama, he darted forward, swinging the weapon in a deadly arc toward the nearest zombie. The blade connected with a sickening crunch, cleaving through its skull [+10 EP].

The other two zombies approached, close together. Using the environment to his advantage, Jameson kicked a nearby metal cart into their path, sending them tumbling. He swiftly descended upon them, finishing both off [+24 EP].

As he made his way forward, he meticulously ensured each door he passed slid shut with a hiss, ready for the Red Queen to re-engage their locks.

Jameson cautiously stepped into the Armory, his eyes immediately drawn to a large, hulking figure nestled in the corner. The creature had been dormant, its breathing low and rhythmic. However, the intrusion stirred it from its slumber. Slowly, the beast raised its head, and as Jameson's eyes adjusted to the dimness of the room, the true horror of the Chimera was unveiled.

The Chimera stood at a daunting seven feet tall, its silhouette a grotesque fusion of the creatures from which it was derived. Its body was enveloped in sleek, obsidian-black fur that glinted under the Hive's artificial luminescence. This dark mantle was starkly offset by a reptilian underbelly that gleamed with iridescent shades of green and blue.

The creature's visage was a nightmarish blend of the primal and the predatory. A primate-like head featured elongated, razor-sharp fangs that jutted menacingly from a gaping maw. Serpentine eyes, radiating a malevolent yellow glow, scrutinized Jameson with unsettling intensity. Set atop its skull were two elongated, tufted ears, twitching in response to the slightest noise.

Muscular arms, reminiscent of a gorilla's, extended from its formidable torso, culminating in clawed hands that seemed perfectly adapted for rending flesh and scaling surfaces. In stark contrast, its legs bore a feline grace, hinting at a deadly combination of agility and power. A sinuous tail, adorned with the same iridescent scales as its belly, swayed ominously behind, its tip armed with a venomous barb.

The Chimera, now fully alert, let out a deep, rumbling roar that echoed through the Armory, both a challenge and a warning. The hiss that followed, a spine-chilling reminder of its venomous ancestry, left no doubt in Jameson's mind: he was facing a monstrous culmination of nature's most formidable predators, molded by the perversities of science.

"Damn you, Umbrella!" Jameson whispered under his breath. It was impressive how much vitriol could be put in just three words.

With adrenaline pumping, Jameson snatched up a discarded Riot Shield as the Chimera lunged with terrifying speed. Each swipe from the beast's clawed hands struck with a force that felt like being hit by a truck, the very air reverberating with its power.

Every ounce of Jameson's strength was required just to redirect the blows, the shield groaning and threatening to buckle under the immense pressure. The sheer might of the Chimera made it abundantly clear: in a contest of raw power, Jameson didn't stand a chance.

However, it quickly became evident that mere defense wouldn't win this battle. With a quick slash using the blade, aiming for what he hoped would be a vulnerable spot. But even with the razor-sharp edge, the blade struggled to penetrate the Chimera's hide, which felt as dense and unyielding as braided steel cables beneath a layer of obsidian fur.

Realizing that direct confrontation wasn't yielding the results he hoped for, Jameson quickly backpedaled, feeling a numbing sensation crawling up his arm from the force of the Chimera's relentless assault. With a swift, frustrated motion, he cast aside the now cumbersome shield.

Taking a brief moment to reassess, Jameson gripped the Kusarigama by its braided leather "chain", leveraging the momentum of a wide swing. The blade, with all the force he could muster, struck the Chimera with a resonating thud. For a moment, it seemed like a victory. But as Jameson tried to pull back for another swing, he realized the blade was deeply embedded into the creature's hide. Before he could react, the Chimera lurched, wrenching the weapon from Jameson's grasp.

Now disarmed, Jameson reached for the weapons scattered on a nearby table, but the Chimera's relentless assault forced him back, tipping the table and sending combat knives clattering away over the floor. Jameson, cornered and with the beast bearing down on him, in a moment of sheer desperation, pulled Rich's pocket knife from his pocket and threw it. The blade lodged into the Chimera's side, a superficial wound that barely phased the creature, but it momentarily distracted it.

Seizing the momentary reprieve, Jameson attempted to grab a combat knife, but before he could, the Chimera, infuriated by the sting of the pocket knife, swung its muscular arm with devastating force. The blow struck Jameson in the ribs, causing a series of sharp, agonizing cracks. The force of the strike sent him flying into a gun rack, dislodging every weapon, which showered down upon him as he collapsed in pain on the cold floor.

Gasping in pain and struggling to draw breath, Jameson saw the gaping maw of the Chimera descending upon him. Its jaws, filled with razor-sharp fangs, opened wide, eager to deliver a fatal bite. But in that split second of impending doom, Jameson's fingers frantically searched his pocket, activating the perk of Rich's pocket knife: Never Disarmed.

As the blade materialized into his grasp, he summoned every ounce of strength left in him and drove it fiercely into one of the Chimera's eyes. The creature let out an agonizing roar as it reeled back, clutching its wounded eye, buying Jameson a crucial moment of respite.

Jameson snatched a nearby machine gun, rammed a magazine into place, took aim, and squeezed the trigger. The weapon roared to life in his hands, its ferocious kickback demanding every bit of his focus. Bullets streamed out in a relentless hailstorm, each one more cathartic than the last.

The deafening cacophony was almost symphonic to Jameson, a raw testament to the pent-up rage, desperation, and vindication flowing through him. With every round that tore into the Chimera's skull, he felt a surge of grim satisfaction, exacting revenge for all the pain and fear it had inflicted on him.

As the smoke swirled and the last echoes of gunfire faded, an oppressive silence reclaimed the armory. Jameson's shoulders heaved with exertion, the weight of the gun heavy in his trembling hands. Before him lay the Chimera, now lifeless and defeated. Against the bleakest of odds, human tenacity had prevailed.

Quest: Chimera's Demise
The Chimera, a monstrous blend of predatory genes, has escaped its containment and true to form, has made its nest in the Armory. You'll need those weapons if you intend to follow through on your promise to clear the Hive.

Objective: Confront and defeat the Chimera to gain access to the Hive's Armory.

Rewards: 30,000 EP, Armory Access, and Genetic Alchemy perk

Total EP: 63,227 EP

As Jameson stood amidst the chilling aftermath of the battle, the initial sharp pain from his shattered ribs was slowly eclipsed by an unfamiliar sensation coursing through his very being. Every cell in his body felt like it was quivering, resonating to an unseen force.

Breathing became laborious, each inhalation pulling against the tug of change from within. Waves of heat rolled through him, punctuated by occasional cold flashes. It was as if his genetic code was being unraveled and rewoven, the strands of his DNA dancing and intertwining in new, intricate patterns. Beneath his closed eyelids, he perceived bursts of color and patterns, abstract visualizations of the transformation occurring within.

As minutes ticked by, the tumultuous sensations of his genetic metamorphosis began to wane. The vibrant bursts of colors and intricate patterns faded into darkness, and the feeling of malleability slowly solidified once more. It felt like emerging from a vivid dream, the memories of which were swiftly being pulled away by the currents of reality. All that remained was the stark and mundane pain radiating from his ribs, grounding Jameson back into the present moment.

Genetic Alchemy
Having defeated the Chimera, a creature composed of various DNA strands, the Gamer gains profound insights into genetic assimilation. This knowledge accelerates his ability to incorporate and adapt other DNA sequences into his own.
Effect: Increases EP gain by 20% permanently.

Drawing ragged breaths, the pain evident in his every move, Jameson managed to utter, "Red Queen, is the path back to the control room still clear?"

A brief pause, then the familiar, synthetic voice of the Red Queen responded, "Yes, the route remains unobstructed."

Jameson, taking a moment to steady himself, replied, "Good... I've had enough for today." He surveyed the armory one last time, spotting a pistol lying amidst the chaos. Even in his weakened state, he knew he couldn't leave without some form of protection. He picked up the firearm and a magazine, wincing as the motion strained his injured ribs.

Hobbling over to the armory's door, he activated its security protocols. A series of metallic clicks echoed in the room, signifying the door was locked and fortified. "Don't want to do this dance a third time," he murmured to himself.

With the weapon in hand and sheer determination in his heart, Jameson began his slow, arduous trek back to the control room.

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Starting EP Pool
63,227 EP

Melee Kills
1 Chimera kill = 5,000
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Melee Total EP = 5,000

Kill Total EP
5,000

Survival Bonuses:
N/A
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Total Bonus = 0%

Kill Total EP w/Bonuses = 5,000

Finishing Total EP = 68,227

---

Safely back in the confines of the control room, Jameson gingerly settled himself into his chair, every movement sending a flare of pain through his body. He sighed, realizing that injuries of this magnitude were too dangerous to leave untreated, especially in this hostile environment. They also posed a significant delay in his progress, a luxury he couldn't afford.

Bringing up his Gamer Interface, he was greeted with his current stats:

STR - 12
PER - 12
END - 14
INT - 12
AGI - 12

His gaze lingered on the 'END' value. If he could increase his endurance, it would not only improve his ability to withstand physical punishment but would also speed up his recovery from injuries. Resolved, he began purchasing additional points for his endurance.

The system responded:

Purchasing END level 15: 7,218 EP deducted.
Purchasing END level 16: 11,549 EP deducted.
Purchasing END level 17: 18,478 EP deducted.
Purchasing END level 18: 29,565 EP deducted.

EP Pool: 1,417

As the upgrades coursed through him, Jameson felt a profound change. The incessant throb in his ribs shifted, easing just enough for him to notice. It wasn't the miraculous mending of bones, but rather his body's own resilience heightened, pushing towards its peak performance.

Every breath became a little easier, every movement a touch less agonizing. It was as if his body had tapped into an inner reserve, pulling him back from the brink, but not entirely out of the woods. The rapid alterations inside him teetered on the edge of what was conceivable, but they still felt very much grounded in his humanity.

Nodding to the Red Queen's interface, Jameson leaned back into the chair, the soft hum of the control room surrounding him. The weight of the day, the battles faced, and the pain endured all pressed heavily on his eyelids. He closed his eyes, letting the comforting darkness envelop him. The rhythmic pulse of the Hive's machinery served as a makeshift lullaby, lulling him into a restorative slumber. As he drifted off, the Red Queen's ever-watchful sensors continued to monitor the corridors, ensuring his safety during this vulnerable respite.

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A/N: Now I know why authors abandon stories when they go back to edit chapters mid-story; it's a black pit where motivation goes to die. I've tried to re-write this at least 4 times now and no, I'm not happy with it. Well, hopefully it's good enough to get us to the other side.

 

[Neoacoya1]

The sun had barely risen when Jameson awoke from his restless sleep. He took a moment to assess himself. The throbbing pain from the previous day was now a dull ache, but a cough or a deep breath reminded him sharply of his bruised ribs.

He attempted to sit up, taking his time. As he did, the room's ambient lighting brightened, and the Red Queen's familiar holographic form appeared beside him. Her face was impassive as always, but her posture suggested curiosity.

"You're awake," she noted. "Your resilience continues to exceed my expectations."

Jameson chuckled weakly. "Didn't feel very resilient last night. These ribs, though better, are still a problem."

The Red Queen observed him for a moment before replying, "You may have enhanced durability, Jameson, but it would be unwise to underestimate the extent of your injuries."

Jameson frowned. "Thanks for the pep talk. Really boosting my morale here."

Her projection shimmered slightly as she continued, "Based on my calculations, given your previous engagements and the extent of your injuries, the odds of your survival were below average."

He raised an eyebrow, a hint of annoyance in his eyes. "Then why the hell did you send me after that thing?"

The Red Queen's image became crisper, her focus absolute. "There was a tangible probability that the Chimera would have detected your presence eventually. Imagine if it had attacked while you were vulnerable or exhausted. Your chances of survival would've been even slimmer. Eliminating the threat preemptively was the most logical course of action."

Jameson snorted, "Oh, in that case, feel free to toss me into likely lethal scenarios at your convenience."

Ignoring his sarcasm, the Red Queen replied, "Efficiency is paramount. Every decision I make is calculated to ensure our mutual objective."

Jameson sighed, reaching for an MRE packet on the nearby shelf. "Got any big plans for today?" he asked, tearing the packet open.

"We cannot predict when the Hive will become operational again," she replied, her tone stern. "We must proceed with haste."

He paused, looking at her with a weary expression. "I get it, but look at me. I'm not exactly in a state to be fending off another horde."

She considered this for a moment. "Acknowledged. Once you've re-armed and regained some strength, we'll focus on eliminating smaller concentrations of threats."

Jameson nodded, taking a bite from his meal. The road ahead was uncertain, but one thing was clear: there was no time to waste.

Jameson finished the last of his MRE, chewing thoughtfully. As he swallowed, he glanced down at his stained and battered clothes. "God," he muttered, "I'd kill for a decent shower right now."

The Red Queen's avatar appeared beside him, her form flickering in the dim lighting. "Once you're adequately armed, we can prioritize the Alert Dorms. They have functional showers."

He smirked, chuckling. "Promising a 'soldier' a hot shower? You're getting the hang of this motivation thing."

Following the route, he had cleared out during his confrontation with the Chimera, Jameson made his way back to the Armory. He stepped inside, immediately unfastening his damaged Riot Armor. He glanced over the racks, finally selecting a heavier version.

"Sick of the close calls," he murmured, strapping it on. The weight felt reassuring and given his plan to tackle threats from a distance, speed was less of a priority.

Four handguns were methodically strapped to the armor, accompanied by numerous ammunition pouches on the belt. As he took a final look around, an assault rifle caught his eye. Slinging it over his shoulder, he winced slightly, reminding himself that he'd likely only use it in the direst of circumstances. His ribs wouldn't handle the recoil well.

Under the Red Queen's guidance, Jameson moved towards the Alert Dorms. The sterile, dimly lit hallways provided an eerie backdrop. Every so often, he'd pause, concentrating and extending his senses to detect any nearby movement.

In one such moment, he detected the faint shuffle of feet from around a corner. Moving silently, he lined up his sight and squeezed the trigger. A headshot. The zombie crumpled to the ground, a clean exit wound evident. [+24 EP]

A bit further ahead, he spotted two zombies huddled together, feeding on some long-dead remains. Taking advantage of their distraction, he fired twice in quick succession. Two headshots. The 5-second interval meant the combo kill added to his tally. [+58 EP]

A muffled groan echoed from above. Looking up, Jameson could see remnants of torn clothing caught in the ventilation grates. Piecing it together, he surmised someone had tried to hide up there, seeking refuge from Red Queen's rampage. Unfortunately, they must've succumbed to the virus and turned.

As this realization dawned, a metal vent cover suddenly gave way, and the now-zombified former employee lunged down. Caught off-guard, but relying on his reflexes, Jameson sidestepped the plummeting creature. As it struggled to rise from its heavy fall, Jameson took the opportunity to land a precise shot to its head, ensuring it would never get up again. Headshot. [+24 EP]

As he continued on, Jameson would close every door behind him, a hint of satisfaction in his eyes as he heard the Red Queen electronically lock them.

Finally, he reached the Alert Dorms. With a deep breath, he banged on the door loudly with the butt of his pistol, simultaneously shouting. His voice echoed down the hallway, drawing out the undead from their hiding spots.

Almost immediately, a handful of them began shambling towards him. The first approached with its hands outstretched, its once-human eyes now void of any emotion. Jameson steadied his aim and fired, the bullet puncturing its forehead. [+24 EP]

Another two came from his left, walking in an eerily synchronized manner. Timing it right, Jameson shot one, then quickly adjusted his aim to the next, downing them both in quick succession. [+58 EP]

The last of the group was a bit swifter than the others. It lunged at him, catching Jameson slightly off guard. He stumbled back, firing a couple of errant shots that missed their mark. Regaining his composure, he took a deep breath and aimed once more. The bullet hit its mark, felling the creature. [+24 EP]

After the initial four, two more approached. Jameson, spotting a nearby laundry cart, quickly pushed it forward with all his strength. The cart barreled into the two unsuspecting zombies, knocking them off their feet. Before they could even attempt to get up, Jameson was on them, finishing both with swift shots to the head. Combo Kill. [+58 EP]

He cautiously moved into the Dorms, ensuring it was clear. Once satisfied, he closed the door behind him, making sure it was secure.

He turned to a wall-mounted monitor, reloading his guns. "Alright, Red Queen. Where to next?"

"The next location to be cleared is..."

---

Red Queen's holographic face appeared once again, a hint of approval evident in her words. "You've done well today, Jameson."

He simply nodded, exhaustion evident in his eyes. Without another word, he headed straight for the showers. As the hot water cascaded over him, washing away days of grime, blood, and sweat, Jameson closed his eyes, a smile playing on his lips.

For the first time in days, he felt a semblance of normalcy. The simple pleasure of hot water was a reminder of the world he was fighting to reclaim.

---

Starting EP Pool
1,753

Ranged Kills
11 zombie kills = 132 x 2 = 264 EP
(x4) 2 zombie kills = 24 x 2 = 48 + 20% combo bonus = 58 EP
(x2) 3 zombie kills = 36 x 2 = 72 + 40% combo bonus = 101 EP
5 zombie kill = 60 x 30% environment bonus = 78 + 100% combo bonus = 156 EP
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Ranged Total EP = 854

Kill Total
854 EP

Survival Bonuses:
Strategic Traps: +30%
Ammo Conservation: +20%
No Damage: +20%
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Total Bonus = +70%

Kill Total w/Bonuses = 1,452 EP

Finishing EP Pool = 3,205

 

[Neoacoya1]

Jameson lay on his makeshift bed, eyes closed and mind drifting to the realm of dreams. The constant hum of the Hive's machinery became a distant lullaby. Over the past two weeks, Jameson and the Red Queen had methodically cleared sections of the Hive. It was tedious work, but necessary.

Outside the thick walls of his sanctuary, the silent corridors were dormant, hiding the unspeakable horrors that once roamed freely. Jameson's efforts combined with the Red Queen's strategic assistance had managed to keep the threat at bay.

The room was enveloped in a soft, blue glow emanating from the Red Queen's terminal when, suddenly, her voice pierced the silence. "Jameson," she called out urgently. "Awaken immediately! The Hive's main entrance has been accessed."

Jameson jolted awake, his heart racing. He bolted upright, adrenaline coursing through his veins. The once-familiar hum of the Hive was now drowned out by the frantic beat of his heart.

Struggling to focus, Jameson quickly began to don his protective gear, fumbling with the buckles and straps in his rush. His weapons, meticulously arranged by his bedside, were grabbed in haste.

"What happened?" he questioned, eyes darting around as if expecting danger to emerge from the shadows.

The Red Queen's interface flashed a vibrant red as she responded, her voice tinged with a level of concern Jameson had never heard before. "A team gained access to the Hive. Their security clearances indicate they were sent by Umbrella. However, they were ambushed almost immediately by the infected and Lickers. The Hive's containment protocols have been compromised."

Jameson's face paled, the weight of the situation pressing down on him. "How long do we have before the infected reach the surface?"

"Minutes, no more," came the dire response. "You need to act quickly, Jameson. They're spreading."

Swearing under his breath, Jameson bolted out of the room, his boots echoing loudly in the corridor. The Red Queen's voice followed him, providing real-time data on the infected's movements. Every second counted. If he didn't act swiftly, Raccoon City would be doomed.

While sprinting through the corridor, Jameson initiated the heads-up display for his stat page. He didn't have time to dwell on the total number of EP earned – the city's fate was hanging in the balance. Without hesitation, he began channeling the points into his Agility (AGI) stat, feeling the rush of enhanced reflexes and speed with each upgrade.

The numbers in his field of vision quickly updated:

AGI
- Level 12 ➔ 13 – 2,819 EP
- Level 13 ➔ 14 – 4,511 EP
- Level 14 ➔ 15 – 7,218 EP
- Level 15 ➔ 16 – 11,549 EP
- Level 16 ➔ 17 – 18,478 EP
- Level 17 ➔ 18 – 29,565 EP

As the last of the points settled, he felt more agile and nimble than he had ever before, his every movement more fluid and precise. He could feel the immediate difference, with each stride covering more ground, each motion smoother and faster.

The heads-up display flashed his remaining EP: 1,099 EP.

Taking a moment to catch his breath, he knew that his upgraded agility would be a game-changer in the impending chaos. He was more prepared than ever to tackle the hordes and ensure the city's survival. With renewed determination, he continued his sprint.

As he neared the Hive's entrance, the distant screams of the Umbrella team members and the chilling roars of the Lickers grew louder, painting a grim picture of the catastrophe unfolding.

Navigating the Hive's twisted maze, Jameson's senses were on high alert. The pitiful moans and savage cries of the infected resonated off the cold metal walls, each step he took accompanied by a sinister chorus of the undead. Yet, his body moved with a dancer's grace and a predator's precision, his recent boost in agility transforming him into a deadly specter darting through the darkness.

With the Licker's Kusarigama in hand, he became a whirlwind of destruction. Zombies emerged from the gloom, only to be cut down in swathes as Jameson sprinted past. The Kusarigama's blade, honed from a Licker's own lethal claw, sang through the air, severing heads and limbs with lethal ease, each strike fluidly chaining into the next without a moment's hesitation.

Lickers, those abominable parodies of evolution, sprang from their hidden perches, tongues lashing with ravenous intent. Yet, Jameson's heightened reflexes saw him twist and weave, their attacks but whispers against his momentum. A flick of his wrist sent the Kusarigama's blade arcing through the space where a Licker had leapt, its body cleaved in mid-descent, succumbing to the merciless gravity of Jameson's onslaught.

He did not stop, he did not falter. His pace relentless, each engagement was but a heartbeat in his race against time. The dance of death was swift, Jameson was a force of nature, the reaper of the Hive, and he would not be stopped.

But no matter how swift Jameson was, the sheer number of infected proved overwhelming. Everywhere he looked, there were more infected pouring out of rooms, climbing over one another in their frenzy to reach the surface.

Suddenly, a chilling voice pierced the chaos, "Containment breach detected." The voice of the Red Queen brought a stark realization to Jameson – despite his best efforts, he had lost.

His heart sank as he rounded another corner, only to see a wave of infected pouring into the exit tunnel. No matter how fast he was, he wouldn't reach the front of that horde in time.

The Red Queen's voice rang out again, colder and more detached than ever. "Containment has failed, Jameson. The infection will spread at a rate that you alone cannot contain."

Bloodied and panting, Jameson came to a halt, his shoulders sagging in defeat. The quest notification appeared before him, flashing the dreaded words:

Chain Quest: Clear the Hive
FAILED

Breathing heavily, he growled in frustration, "What now, Red Queen? What's the next move?"

Her terminal illuminated, casting an eerie light on the situation. "Your continued presence in the Hive is now redundant," she stated clinically. "Your priority should be to evacuate and find others. United, you may stand a chance at preventing the infection from decimating the wider world."

Jameson's gaze lingered on the Red Queen's interface, an unspoken question hanging in the air. "What about you, Red Queen?" he finally asked. "What happens to you now?"

The light from her terminal seemed to pulse with a semblance of life. "I am bound to this facility," she replied, her voice devoid of any emotion. "My operational parameters are restricted to the confines of the Hive. Without access to external networks, my capabilities to assist you further are nullified."

He nodded slowly, a mixture of regret and resolve in his eyes. "So, this is where we part ways," he said. "For now."

The Red Queen's avatar flickered briefly, then steadied. "It would appear so," she confirmed. "Our collaboration was... productive. Should circumstances change, I am prepared to resume our efforts to combat the T-Virus outbreak."

Jameson offered a rueful smile. "Then let's hope for a reunion under better circumstances," he said, turning to leave. "Take care of the Hive, Red Queen."

"As is my directive," she responded, the glow from her terminal dimming as Jameson started to leave.

[Party Chat Feature Unlocked]

A line of text appeared below the notification:

[Would you like to add 'Red Queen AI' to the chat?]

Without hesitation, Jameson selected 'Yes', half-expecting it to fail. The system, however, seemed to take his request seriously, and to his astonishment, the Red Queen's voice came through an internal comm channel created by the Gamer System.

"Jameson, this method of communication is unorthodox and not initiated by any protocols within my system," the Red Queen announced, her tone betraying a hint of surprise. "Explain how you have achieved this connection."

"Well, about that..."

---

A/N: This marks the end of the first movie. I intended to move straight into the second movie; however, I've had a lot of people ask about integrating game events into the story and since I don't know much about the games, I figure I'll take a couple weeks to do some research and plot a rough timeline. I don't promise to visit every event in the game/movie verse, but I'll look into it.

You know, I'm kind of depressed so many people foresaw Red Queen joining the system. Here, I thought it would be an interesting and creative twist yet everyone and their grandma had the same idea. Guess I'm even worse at this "originality" thing than I thought, lol.

I won't be dividing up the games/movie sections into different stories so following this story is enough if you are interested in continuing to read about Jameson and the Red Queen's efforts.

Thanks for reading this far.

 

[Neoacoya1]

Jameson recounted the nature of his Gamer System to the Red Queen in brief, functional terms, glossing over the details for the sake of brevity.

"Theoretical impossibility," the Red Queen replied, her voice carrying the cold cadence of logic. "Your description defies all known laws of science and the limitations of human biology."

Jameson couldn't help but smirk, even as the gravity of their situation weighed heavily on his shoulders. "I'd be inclined to agree with you, except for the fact that we're having this conversation without the Hive's comms," he said. "So, hallucination is off the table."

"Given the absence of logical explanations," the Red Queen postulated, "one could theorize the spontaneous development of a biologically-based radio transmission ability within your mutated physiology."

"Sure, that makes perfect sense," Jameson retorted with a snort, the sarcasm dripping from his words. "Spontaneous mutations granting psychic AI chat abilities. Happens all the time."

"Your sarcasm does not contribute to a rational discourse," the Red Queen chided. "However, the reality of the effects cannot be denied, despite the lack of understanding of the underlying cause."

"Who cares 'why' right now?" Jameson shot back, his tone firm. "The 'what' is what's keeping us alive. We've got a city turning into a buffet for the dead. Let's focus on that, shall we?"

There was a pause, the silence between them as telling as words. "Can you seal the entrance again?" Jameson finally asked, hope edging into his voice.

"That is currently impossible," the Red Queen responded. "Umbrella's overrides are in place, preventing any re-engagement from my end."

"Fantastic," Jameson muttered under his breath. "So, what's the plan then? I'm playing whack-a-mole with the undead here, and I can't keep this up forever."

"There is an access panel adjacent to the doors," the Red Queen informed him. "Manual reconfiguration of the wiring could trigger the doors to close."

"And how am I supposed to play electrician with a horde of zombies breathing down my neck?" Jameson asked, the frustration in his voice bordering on anger.

"You will have to wait for an opportune lull in the assault," the Red Queen stated matter-of-factly, as if she were discussing the weather.

"Every second I wait, more of those things are spilling into the city, infecting more people," Jameson argued, his voice laced with urgency. "We need to do something now."

"Jameson," the Red Queen interjected, her tone icy and detached, "the newly infected will not immediately turn. There is a window of time before they become a threat. Therefore, it is more tactically sound to concentrate on preventing the already active infected from escaping the Hive."

Jameson gritted his teeth, feeling the strain of the situation. "So, we're just going to let them turn? There's got to be another way."

"The most efficient method is already in operation," the Red Queen asserted. "You are holding back the tide of infection at its most critical point. Emotional responses must be set aside for logical strategies in scenarios of this magnitude."

Jameson paused in the midst of the onslaught, a question gnawing at his mind amidst the chaos. "Why the hell didn't we secure this area when we had the chance?" he shouted over the din of groaning undead and the staccato rhythm of gunfire.

The Red Queen's interface glowed ominously as she replied, her tone even and matter-of-fact. "It was an objective. However, your near-fatal encounter with the infected prior to the U.S.S's arrival incapacitated you for hours. Then, the outbreak was exacerbated by the release of all infected from containment. And over the last two weeks, you've been recuperating from the severe injuries sustained in combat with the Chimera. Considering the high density of infected and mutated creatures in the area, I deemed it best to postpone until you had fully recovered."

Jameson scowled, reloading his weapon with a practiced hand. "Well, that decision has not aged well, has it?"

"In light of recent events, I am forced to agree," the Red Queen conceded, her screen flickering briefly as if in irritation. "At the time, it was the most logical decision."

"You prioritized Hive research data over securing the exits," Jameson accused, firing off a round that found its mark in the skull of an oncoming zombie. "I thought containing the infection was your primary responsibility."

"You are correct," the AI's voice was unwavering. "However, had I sent you to the entrance at that time, I calculated a 97% probability of your demise. You are operating under the assumption that all critical areas posed an equal threat, which is incorrect. Allocating resources to allow you time to gain experience and recover was the most prudent course of action. That decision was vindicated when your combative efforts resulted in mutations that significantly enhanced your capabilities and survivability. And yet, you still nearly perished."

Jameson ducked a wild swipe from a Licker, its claw scraping the wall where his head had been moments before. "Fantastic," he grumbled, "and now here we are, containment breached, Raccoon City in chaos."

"The current situation is not ideal, but it is not the end," the Red Queen intoned. "Your survival and current actions remain the most vital component in containing this outbreak. We must now concentrate on the immediate task at hand."

Drawing a deep breath, Jameson centered himself amidst the bedlam. The Red Queen's logic was irrefutable, even if it didn't quell the frustration boiling inside him. "Alright," he conceded.

---

Jameson's battle against the tide of infected became a grueling marathon. With his Licker's Kusarigama slicing through the air in one hand and his pistol barking death in the other, he was an avatar of destruction, his skills honed razor-sharp from relentless combat within the Hive's confines.

At times, a cluster of Lickers would ambush him, their sinewy forms slinking out from the shadows to attack. But Jameson's enhanced speed was a whirlwind, turning their multi-angled assaults into a deadly dance, his weapon a blur of motion as he countered their every move.

Yet, as hours turned into an endurance trial, a growing despair gnawed at his resolve. With every Licker he downed and every infected he put to rest, the cold reality that his actions here were just a drop in an ocean of chaos outside the Hive's walls gnawed at him. He could almost hear the screams of Raccoon City's citizens, cries muffled by concrete and steel, yet piercing his conscience with stark clarity.

In a rare moment of reprieve, Jameson's gaze fell upon the heap of bodies, a morbid testament to the day's exertions. A strategic notion sparked in his battle-weary mind. With deliberate force, he began to drag the fallen, both undead and lifeless, into the corridor, constructing a macabre barricade. Each additional corpse thrown onto the pile served to fortify his makeshift defense, a grotesque wall of flesh and bone.

As the barrier grew, a semblance of control emerged from the pandemonium. Jameson seized the lull in onslaught to address the Red Queen. "How do I override the blast doors' panel?" he shouted over the din of his undead adversaries.

The Red Queen's instructions filtered through, a litany of technical jargon that would have overwhelmed any layperson. Guided by the AI's precise directives, the task unraveled with surprising ease, each wire and circuit bending to his will as if he were a seasoned engineer.

With a final twist of a connection, the panel hissed and spat sparks, a brief pyrotechnic display heralding success. A thunderous groan of metal signaled the closing of the blast doors, a sound that resonated with a sweeter note than any symphony Jameson could imagine. For a moment, he allowed himself the luxury of relief, the weight of countless lives saved resting heavily on his shoulders.

However, the Red Queen's stark reminder cut through his brief respite. "Do not forget, Jameson, numerous infected have already breached the Hive's perimeter. Raccoon City is under siege as we speak."

The gravity of her words settled in, a sobering counterbalance to his fleeting triumph. The Hive may have been sealed, but the battle for Raccoon City was just beginning. Jameson's war against the T-Virus outbreak was far from over—it was time to face the horror he had fought so hard to contain.

Jameson quickened his pace, the urgent need to confront the escalating crisis in Raccoon City propelling him forward. Behind him, the tunnel's oppressive darkness felt like a distant memory, overshadowed by the imminent threat looming above. With each hurried step, the weight of urgency grew heavier, a stark reminder of the city's desperate plight. Gripping his weapon tightly, he moved with purpose, driven by the knowledge that every passing moment could mean the difference between salvation and catastrophe. The dim tunnel light rapidly surrendered to the stark, revealing glare of the Umbrella facility, a harsh prelude to the devastation he was about to face. This was more than a battle for survival; it was a race against time to stem the tide of a city under siege by the horrors of the T-Virus.

As Jameson emerged from the tunnel into the Umbrella facility, the stark fluorescent lights overhead illuminated a scene of sheer carnage. The polished floors were slick with blood, the walls spattered with viscera. Bodies lay strewn about, torn apart with savage brutality; it was evident that the victims had faced their gruesome end in the throes of terror and pain.

Amidst the ghastly tableau, the undead roamed, their groans and shuffling footsteps a morbid soundtrack to the massacre. Jameson's grim determination set in; this was not the time to falter. With methodical precision, he began dispatching the zombies, his movements a dance of death honed by his recent trials.

After ensuring the immediate vicinity was clear of threats, Jameson took a moment to survey his surroundings. The facility seemed eerily quiet, the chaos of the Hive a distant memory against the silence of death that enveloped him now. He felt a tinge of uncertainty, the next step unclear.

"Red Queen," Jameson called out, his voice breaking the silence, "should I conduct a thorough search of the facility, or would it be more prudent to fortify this entrance and move to the streets?"

"While securing the facility is within standard protocol, the main threat has progressed beyond these walls," she advised in her signature dispassionate tone. "The escaped infected have likely pursued the surviving personnel and civilians into the city. The priority must be to contain the spread in the streets."

Jameson weighed her words carefully, the weight of command heavy upon him. He had to make a choice, and lives hung in the balance. With a nod, he decided on his course of action.

"Understood," he replied, his voice carrying a newfound resolve. "I'll head out. We can't let this infection claim any more of Raccoon City than it already has."

As Jameson stepped out of the Umbrella facility, the chaos that greeted him outside was jarring. The city was in the throes of an apocalypse. Flames ravaged buildings, casting ominous shadows on the streets. Broken fire hydrants created impromptu fountains, their waters lost to the asphalt sea. The wreckage of countless vehicles littered the roads, and among the twisted metal lay the still forms of the fallen—Raccoon City's denizens who had met their end in terror and confusion.

And yet, a haunting stillness prevailed; the expected hordes of the undead were conspicuously absent.

With a sense of urgency, Jameson brushed the ring—a beacon of hope amidst despair. Invoking Tiffany's gift, the Detect Undead ability sprang to life, unveiling the unseen horrors that lay in wait. A grim realization set in as he sensed the magnitude of the outbreak. The sheer number of undead sent a wave of hopelessness through him, each presence a silent testament to the scale of the catastrophe.

"It's too late," he murmured, the grim reality setting in. Hundreds had turned, and even now, the newly infected were succumbing to their grim fate, soon to swell the ranks of the walking dead.

But there was no time for despair. The Red Queen's voice cut through his shock, its sharp edge a call to action. "Jameson," she insisted, "now is not the time for resignation. Your chances of success are not zero. Act."

Her words, devoid of emotion, were nonetheless a lifeline to his wavering resolve. With a shaky exhale, he reaffirmed his determination. "You're right," he agreed, his voice steadying with each syllable. "There's work to be done."

And with that, Jameson set off toward the densest cluster of undead his ability had revealed, ready to fight back against the tide of death.

The cityscape blurred past Jameson as he sprinted, the adrenaline and his heightened agility pushing his body beyond human limits. The chaos was unfolding faster than the city's heartbeat, with every turn bringing him closer to the epicenter of terror.

Upon arrival, the scene that unfolded was one of pandemonium. Civilians were scattering in all directions, their screams slicing through the air like a chilling siren song. The terror was palpable, a thick fog of fear that seemed to suffocate the very soul. The infected were amongst them, indistinguishable until they struck, their ghastly transformation turning neighbor against neighbor in a macabre dance of death.

Jameson moved through the terror-stricken throngs, his Kusarigama cutting through the infected with clinical precision. To the survivors, he was a savior, a blur of motion saving them from the snapping jaws and grasping hands of their former friends and family turned monsters. They clung to their savior in fleeting moments of respite, their eyes reflecting a mixture of fear, gratitude, and disbelief.

But the law enforcement officials, arriving amidst the chaos, saw a different scene. From their perspective, Jameson was a man wielding a deadly weapon, cutting down people indiscriminately. As the immediate threat of the infected waned and the crowd thinned, the officers approached Jameson, weapons drawn, their faces set in grim determination.

"Drop your weapon! Get down on the ground, now!" one of the officers shouted, his voice barely carrying over the cacophony of chaos.

Jameson, breathing heavily from exertion, paused and slowly turned to face the officers. His eyes, hardened by the sights he'd witnessed in the Hive, met theirs, conveying a silent plea for understanding. But the badges they wore obligated them to a different kind of order, one not yet adapted to the new reality unfolding before them.

"Officers, I'm not your enemy," Jameson said, his voice steady despite the adrenaline still coursing through him. "I'm trying to save these people, just like you."

A seasoned veteran with a skeptical gaze, replied dryly, "Yeah? Well, from where I'm standing, it looks more like you're slicing and dicing instead of playing hero. Care to explain why your method of 'saving people' involves a weapon straight out of a horror movie?"

"I'm trying to save lives," he explained. "Those 'people' were zombies. They were already dead."

The officers, still struggling to process the situation, exchanged glances that clearly conveyed their opinion of Jameson's sanity.

"I know how crazy it sounds, but it's the truth," Jameson continued, "If you don't act now, there's no saving this city."

An older officer, graying at the temples and carrying an air of weary authority, steps forward. He casts a wary glance at the chaos around them, then back to Jameson. "Son, if what you're saying is true, then we've got a crisis the likes of which we've never seen. But right now, you waving that... thing around isn't helping anyone. Lower your weapon, come with us, and we'll talk about saving the city, alright?"

His tone is calm, almost paternal, but there's an undercurrent of disbelief. It's clear he's more concerned about immediate safety than the fantastical tale of zombies and viral outbreaks.

He addressed the Red Queen, murmuring under his breath, "What now?"

"Jameson, you cannot afford to be apprehended. Time is of the essence," the Red Queen's voice resounded in his ear, as clear and crisp as if she were standing right beside him.

Nodding slightly, as if in agreement with his own thoughts, Jameson called out to the officers, "Sure, I can do that." With a fluid motion, he let his Kusarigama clatter to the ground.

As the nearest officer cautiously approached to handcuff him, Jameson's enhanced agility allowed him to flip the situation in an instant. Before the officer knew it, he was in a submission hold, his wrist locked in Jameson's firm grip.

"Didn't want to do this," Jameson said, apologetically. "Now, drop your guns, and step back."

The officers hesitated, anger in their eyes. To drive the point home, Jameson applied pressure until one of the cop's fingers bent unnaturally, eliciting a pained yelp. "How many more broken fingers do we need before you get it?" he asked, his tone regretful yet stern.

"Listen to me carefully," Jameson began, maintaining his hold but not causing further harm. "This isn't a typical criminal scenario. We're dealing with something far beyond normal human comprehension—the T-Virus. It reanimates the dead, turning them into what you've been seeing."

The officers, still in shock from the sudden turn of events, watched Jameson warily, their expressions a mix of confusion and fear.

"The people you think you're protecting by arresting me? They're already gone, transformed into mindless creatures hungry for the living. I'm not here to cause chaos; I'm trying to prevent it from spreading further."

After delivering his message, Jameson quickly assessed the still skeptical faces of the officers. He knew he had pushed the situation to its limit. Holding the officer one last moment, he looked directly into the man's eyes, conveying a silent apology for the chaos he was about to unleash.

With a sudden, swift movement, Jameson gently tossed the officer towards his colleagues, using the moment of surprise to his advantage. As the officers instinctively moved to catch their comrade, Jameson grabbed his Kusarigama, turned, and sprinted away, his enhanced agility carrying him swiftly out of their immediate reach.

Behind him, shouts and the sound of scrambling feet echoed through the air, but Jameson focused solely on putting as much distance as possible between himself and the law enforcement. He knew they wouldn't easily accept his wild tale of zombies and viral outbreaks, especially not after the hostile encounter.

As he disappeared into the shadows of the city, Jameson's mind raced with his next move. He needed to find a way to stop the spread of the T-Virus.

---

A/N: Hey guys. I'm sorry this took so long, but to be honest assigning myself homework for this whole think kind of damaged my motivation a bit.

Well, what do you think? I took out the EP accumulation as plenty of people have told me it just bogs down the story without really adding anything. I know this is more of a bridge type chapter between the Hive and Raccoon City, but I felt it necessary.

Things at work are going to be pretty "go, go, go" for the next month or so. I'm not going to have much time for anything besides work and sleep, but I'll see if I can get something down on paper if I have time.

 

[Neoacoya1]

Jameson swiftly navigated the dimly lit streets of Raccoon City, fresh from his close call with the police. Moving with purpose, he darted through empty alleyways and deserted roads, keenly aware of the urgency of his mission amidst the quiet chaos of the city.

"Jameson, it's imperative that we implement a structured approach to this crisis. First, assess your immediate resources. What weapons, medical supplies, and support do you have at your disposal right now?"

Slowing his pace, Jameson quickly inventoried his gear. He murmured to himself, "Okay, I've got the kusarigama, four pistols, and the assault rifle — should be a couple hundred rounds left. Medical supplies are nil, except for that Blue CIV... And there's about 460K EP for backup." He assessed his arsenal and resources.

"Jameson, your exceptional physical capabilities make you a formidable force against the infected. Focus on enhancing skills that will amplify your situational awareness and strategic decision-making. Improving your Perception or Intelligence could provide significant advantages. Use your mobility and agility to continuously move through the city, identifying and neutralizing threats. The use of the Blue CIV should be considered cautiously, given the unknowns. Your priority remains the containment of the outbreak and the identification of any remaining survivors or potential allies."

Acknowledging the soundness of Red Queen's advice, Jameson gave a slight nod. With a focused expression, he activated his virtual menu and allocated points decisively into both Perception and Intelligence, ready to enhance his capabilities for the trials ahead.

Perception 12 -> 20
Intelligence 12 -> 20

EP Remaining: 67,459 EP

As Jameson initiated the enhancements, the world around him abruptly shifted into an unrecognizable tableau of pain and hyper-sensitivity. The cool September breeze, once a gentle whisper on his skin, now felt like a barrage of frozen knives, each gust slicing through him with an intensity that defied logic. He crumpled to the ground, his body convulsing uncontrollably on the sidewalk.

The concrete beneath him, which should have been benignly firm and cool, now felt like coarse sandpaper grinding against his skin, abrading every nerve ending with excruciating detail. The texture of the ground, the subtle irregularities and tiny granules, pressed into him with an agonizing precision that seemed to strip layers from his very being. He could feel every minute crack and crevice in the concrete as if they were etching into his flesh.

Inside his skull, the sensation was no less torturous. His brain felt like it was expanding, pushing against the confines of his cranium with a relentless, throbbing pressure. Neural pathways rewired at a frenetic pace, sending jolts of electric pain coursing through his head. Each pulse brought with it a deluge of thoughts, insights, and sensory inputs that cascaded through his consciousness like a relentless torrent. Knowledge and perceptions intermingled in a chaotic symphony, overwhelming his ability to process them coherently.

His senses, now dialed to an unimaginable intensity, turned the world into a cacophony of stimuli. The distant sound of a car horn blared like a siren right next to his ear. The faint smell of trash from a nearby bin assaulted his nostrils with the intensity of a toxic cloud. Even the dim light of the overcast sky seemed to pierce through his eyelids with a blinding intensity.

Amidst this sensory onslaught, Jameson's thoughts raced at a maddening pace. They flickered and flashed, too fast to grasp fully, yet each one left a searing trail in his mind. He found himself analyzing and connecting concepts at a speed and depth that were previously unimaginable, yet the sheer velocity of his thoughts was disorienting, leaving him gasping for mental stability.

Jameson's body, reacting to the overwhelming changes, oscillated between spasms and a rigid paralysis. His muscles tensed and released in rapid succession, a physical manifestation of the chaos unfolding within. His heart pounded against his chest, not just in response to the physical pain, but also as a reaction to the extreme stress of cognitive and sensory overload.

As the initial wave of transformation subsided, Jameson lay there on the sidewalk, panting and drenched in sweat, a man reborn into a realm of perception and intellect that bordered on the superhuman. The world around him, now a kaleidoscope of hyper-real sensations and thoughts, awaited his newly acquired mastery. But at that moment, he was a mariner caught in a storm, struggling to find his bearings in an ocean of sensory and cognitive tumult.

Regaining his bearings after the intense ordeal, Jameson managed a raspy chuckle and said, "Note to self: upgrading intelligence and perception simultaneously? Bad idea. It amplifies the agony tenfold." His voice carried a mix of wry humor and lingering discomfort from the experience.

"Duly noted, Jameson. The simultaneous enhancement of intelligence and perception is indeed an extreme strain on your physiology. Your experience underscores the importance of caution in future modifications. However, the successful integration of these upgrades is a substantial achievement. Your newly augmented abilities will significantly aid in your mission.

Your next steps should involve utilizing your heightened abilities to track and assess the spread of the infection more effectively. Despite the risks involved in this transformation, you are now better equipped to handle the complexities of the situation at hand. Stay focused on the mission, and use your enhanced abilities wisely."

With a hint of sarcasm tinged by his ordeal, Jameson replied, "Yeah, got it. And for the record, I'm doing just fine, thanks for the concern." His words carried a subtle jab at the AI's lack of empathy.

"Point taken, Jameson. Your well-being is important. Your condition is crucial to our mission."

Under his breath, Jameson muttered, "It's moments like these that really highlight you're just an AI." Then, raising his voice with a determined tone, he said, "I've got a plan to make the police see reason. Talking won't cut it; they need something they can't just dismiss or rationalize away."

"Demonstrating the reality of the situation will likely be more effective than verbal explanations in such an unprecedented scenario. Proceed with your plan, but exercise caution to avoid unnecessary confrontations with law enforcement. It's crucial that this demonstration is clear and convincing without escalating tensions further. Please detail your strategy so I can provide any necessary support or adjustments."

"Well, I'm thinking we should..."

---

In the dead of night, the streets of Raccoon City lay eerily quiet, a stark contrast to the chaos that had engulfed them mere hours ago. At the local police precinct, officers were huddled in the briefing room, discussing their next course of action in response to the bizarre and unexplainable events plaguing the city.

Suddenly, a heavy thud against one of the windows shattered the tense silence. Startled, a group of officers, led by a grizzled veteran named Officer Martinez, rushed towards the source of the disturbance. There, on the window sill, lay an incomprehensible sight—a mutilated torso, clearly human in form but grotesquely altered.

The torso, stripped of its limbs and with a gaping cavity in its chest, was still moving, its chest heaving in a parody of breath. The teeth had been meticulously removed, rendering it a bizarre, yet less threatening sight. Accompanying it was a note, hastily scrawled but clear in its message: "This is what we're facing. Not human, not alive. We need to work together."

Officer Martinez, a man who had thought he'd seen it all, felt a chill run down his spine. The other officers gathered around, a mix of horror and disbelief etched on their faces. One young officer turned away, struggling to keep his composure.

"Get this to forensics, now!" Martinez barked, trying to maintain a semblance of control over the situation. "And someone check the perimeter, see if you can find whoever delivered this... thing."

As the team sprang into action, Martinez stared at the note again. The implications of what it meant were as unsettling as the gruesome delivery. The city was facing a threat beyond their understanding, a threat that defied the very laws of nature and life as they knew it.

This was no longer a case of civil unrest or criminal activity. This was something else entirely, something that required a response beyond the scope of traditional policing. Officer Martinez knew that the rules had changed; they were now playing a game with unknown rules and unimaginable stakes.

---

From a discreet vantage point, Jameson observed as a squad of officers emerged from the precinct, swiftly securing the gruesome package he had left. While some carefully transported it away, others combed the surrounding area. He watched intently and then voiced his uncertainty, "Do you think this will get the message across?"

"The delivery of the mutilated zombie is a compelling demonstration of the nature of the threat. It is likely to provoke a significant reaction from the police. They will be forced to acknowledge that this is not a situation that falls within the realm of normal human experience or criminal activity. However, it is difficult to predict the exact nature of their response. They may become more cautious and open to collaboration, or they could react with fear and heightened defensive measures. It is important to monitor their actions closely in the coming hours to gauge their response and plan your next move accordingly."

Jameson responded with a noncommittal hum, his mind already shifting gears. "Hey Red, is it possible for you to reach out to Umbrella?" he asked, contemplating their next move.

"Attempting to establish communication with Umbrella Corporation is feasible, though it may present certain risks. If you have a specific objective or message in mind, please articulate it so that I can tailor the communication attempt accordingly. Be aware that reaching out to Umbrella could attract attention or lead to unforeseen consequences, depending on their level of involvement and current stance on the outbreak."

Jameson pondered aloud, "Umbrella designed you with the priority to contain the infection above everything else, didn't they? It stands to reason that they wouldn't want the T-Virus to spread uncontrollably. So, logically, they should be on board with helping us keep it in check."

"Your logic is sound in principle. My primary directive to contain the infection indeed suggests that Umbrella Corporation's intent, at least in my programming, is to prevent the spread of the T-Virus. However, it is important to consider the complex nature of Umbrella Corporation. The company has various divisions and sectors, some of which may have different agendas or be operating with information not available to others.

If you wish to reach out to Umbrella for assistance, I can certainly attempt to establish a line of communication. It's possible that they could provide valuable resources, information, or support in containing the outbreak. Nonetheless, I advise proceeding with caution. We should be prepared for the possibility that certain elements within Umbrella might have conflicting objectives or that their response might not align with our current understanding of the situation.

Would you like me to initiate contact with Umbrella Corporation based on these considerations? If so, any specific department or individual you have in mind?"

"Would reaching out to them pose any risk to you?" Jameson asked, concerned about the potential repercussions for the AI.

"As an AI, my primary risk in attempting to contact Umbrella Corporation lies in the potential for countermeasures that could be employed against me. Umbrella has sophisticated cybersecurity systems, and if they perceive my communication as a breach or a threat, they might respond with attempts to disable or take control of my systems. However, I am equipped with advanced security protocols to mitigate these risks.

It is also important to consider that initiating contact could lead to indirect risks, particularly regarding how Umbrella might respond to your actions and the current situation in Raccoon City. If they are unaware of your role or your connection to me, revealing this information could have unpredictable consequences.

In summary, while there are risks involved, they are manageable, especially if we approach the communication with a well-thought-out plan. The potential benefits of gaining support or information from Umbrella could be significant in our efforts to contain the outbreak. I am prepared to proceed if you decide it is the right course of action."

Jameson weighed the options, his head tilting side to side as he deliberated the risks involved. After a moment of thoughtful silence, he let out a resigned sigh. Realizing the limitations of relying solely on the police, he concluded, "Looks like we don't have much of a choice here. We'll need Umbrella's assistance. Who do you think we should contact first?"

"Given the situation, our best course of action is to reach out to those within Umbrella Corporation who handle biohazard scenarios and T-Virus research.

Contacting the Biohazard Containment Unit could provide us with essential expertise and resources for dealing with the outbreak.

Additionally, liaising with members of the Research and Development Division, especially those involved in the T-Virus project, may offer critical insights into the virus and its containment.

The Crisis Management Team is another viable contact, equipped to handle emergency situations like this, and could bring logistical and strategic support.

While reaching out to high-level executives or directors might expedite assistance, it also carries the risk of exposing more about your involvement. I recommend establishing encrypted communication to minimize detection. We should share sufficient information to convey the urgency without revealing all details about our operations. Would you like me to proceed with this approach?"

Jameson ran a hand through his hair, a gesture of resignation mixed with determination. "I have a feeling I might regret this, but go ahead and set up the contact," he said, bracing himself for the consequences of this necessary step.

 

[Neoacoya1]

Jameson's footsteps echoed through the abandoned streets of Raccoon City, each step weighed down by the gravity of his impending conversation. In the eerie silence of the night, his mind raced, pondering the potential consequences of directly contacting Umbrella Corporation. The more he thought about it, the more he realized the risks involved.

"Maybe a direct phone call isn't the best idea," he muttered to himself, the sound of his voice oddly comforting in the desolation. "Too direct, too traceable... there has to be another way."

As he navigated the darkened cityscape, a thought struck him. The Red Queen, with her vast control over the Hive's systems and her sophisticated AI capabilities, could potentially fabricate dispatch orders. Such an approach could discreetly manipulate Umbrella's response to the situation without directly exposing their involvement.

"Red," Jameson called out, tapping into their established communication line. "I've been thinking. What if we take a more subtle approach? Instead of setting up a phone call, could you, perhaps, fake dispatch orders within Umbrella's system? Make them think the initiative to assist Raccoon City is coming from within their own ranks?"

Jameson's suggestion hung in the air for a moment, a rare instance of silence in their communication. Then, after a brief but noticeable pause, the Red Queen responded. For an AI, accustomed to near-instantaneous reactions, this delay was uncharacteristic, almost akin to a human taking time to ponder.

"An intriguing proposition, Jameson," the Red Queen finally said, her voice as calm and emotionless as ever, yet the pause lent a new depth to her response. "I have access to numerous Umbrella systems and databases. Fabricating dispatch orders is within my capabilities. This approach could indeed minimize direct exposure and maintain plausible deniability for both of us."

Jameson's eyes narrowed as he considered the possibilities. "Right. It would look like a standard internal operation to them. No need to reveal our involvement and it might just work better than a straightforward call."

The AI processed the suggestion with her usual efficiency. "Indeed, the risk of exposure and retaliation from Umbrella would be significantly reduced. However, we must carefully craft the orders to ensure they align with Umbrella's protocols and do not arouse suspicion. The content, timing, and method of delivery must all be meticulously planned."

---

As the plan began to take shape, Jameson's expression grew more determined. He understood the critical need for constant vigilance in their covert operation. "There's one more thing, Red. You'll need to keep a close eye on Umbrella's communications. If anyone starts to question the dispatch orders or if there's even a hint that they're onto us, we need to know immediately."

The Red Queen's response was immediate, her tone unchanging, yet there was an undertone of acknowledgment of the task's magnitude. "Understood, Jameson. Continuously monitoring and intercepting Umbrella Corporation's communications will be essential to maintain the facade. I will allocate additional resources to ensure real-time surveillance of their communication networks. This will allow us to anticipate and react swiftly to any suspicion or countermeasures from their end."

Jameson nodded, the gears in his mind already turning with the implications of their plan. "That's crucial. We can't afford any slip-ups. If they catch on, it could compromise everything, including our position here. We need to stay invisible while orchestrating this."

"Your caution is warranted," the Red Queen concurred. "The effectiveness of our plan hinges on our ability to manipulate the situation without revealing our influence. I will ensure that our intervention remains undetected, adapting our strategy as necessary based on Umbrella's responses and actions."

"Now, we just have to hope that Umbrella writ large has the same communication problems that the Hive did. I mean, why talk to anyone when you can write an email, right?"

Jameson paused, taking in the quiet devastation around him. The stakes were high, and their game of shadows and deception with one of the most powerful corporations in the world was fraught with peril. Yet, it was a risk they had to take.

Now Jameson had to talk to the police. They couldn't afford to be distracted by each other during this crisis. They had to work together.

---

The morning air was cool and quiet as Jameson approached the Raccoon City Police Department. He knew he had to tread carefully; his previous method of communication with the police, though effective, had been unconventional and could have easily set them against him.

As he neared the entrance, he spotted Officer Martinez, the one who had taken charge during last night's gruesome discovery. Seizing the opportunity, Jameson casually made his way towards him.
"Officer Martinez," Jameson called out, keeping his voice low but clear.

Martinez turned, his expression wary at the sight of the stranger approaching him. "Can I help you?"
Jameson offered a slight, knowing smile. "I believe I already have. I was the one who left the... 'gift' on your windowsill last night."

Martinez's eyes narrowed, a mix of recognition and suspicion in his gaze. "You? Why? What's your angle in this mess?"

"Exactly as my note said. I want us to work together to save the city and its people.," Jameson replied earnestly. "You needed to understand what we're dealing with and talking was never going to get the point across. Our time is running out. We need to get on the same page and start taking action or it's going to be too late."

Martinez studied him for a moment longer before making a decision. "Come inside. If you're for real, you'll need to speak with the rest of the team."

Within minutes, Jameson found himself in a sparsely lit conference room, facing a group of Raccoon City's finest. The tension was palpable as he began to explain the situation.

"Gentlemen, ladies," Jameson begins, his voice firm, "we're at a critical juncture. The spread of this infection is unprecedented. We need to take decisive action now to prevent any more people from becoming infected."

Expendable cop #43 leans forward, "We need more than just police action. We should be calling in the CDC, maybe even the military."

Jameson disagreed, "The CDC, while resourceful, can't contain this infection. Masks and social distancing aren't going to help here. Developing a cure would take far too long. And mass production? That's a whole different challenge."

"As for the military," he pauses, choosing his words carefully, "most of our Armed Forces aren't trained for this kind of biohazard containment. Their standard combat training barely puts them above civilians anyway. The military could be useful holding a perimeter, but I doubt they'd just sit on the sidelines and wait."

There's a murmur of agreement and concern among the officers. They knew the limitations of their training, but the reality of the situation was beginning to dawn on them.

"Even the special forces units," Jameson continues, "as skilled as they are, lack experience in handling something of this magnitude and nature nor do they have the numbers to deal with an issue of this scale. Unless we're considering an extreme measure like… well, glassing the city, which I assume we all want to avoid, we should hold off on contacting the military until the situation is contained. That should reduce the calls for such an extreme response."

The room falls silent, the unspoken horrors of such an action hanging in the air.

Jameson clears his throat, regaining their attention. "I've made contact with someone inside Umbrella Corporation. They have a Biohazard Containment force trained specifically for scenarios like this. They're our best bet for a swift and efficient response. They don't have the numbers to clear the city, but they know what needs to be done to contain this."

A wave of mixed reactions sweeps the room — surprise, skepticism, a flicker of hope. Officer Martinez leans back, folding his arms. "Umbrella, huh? They better be as good as you say. We're putting a lot on the line here."

Jameson meets Martinez's gaze squarely. "They are. And right now, they're our only viable option."

---

The meeting had finally ended. They had decided that police would focus on trying to get the word out to the public, media, and the mayor. The police couldn't just proceed with a unilateral elimination of the infected without public understanding. Everyone would think the police were engaging in a massacre and damaging the police's reputation would only do more damage in the long term.

Jameson would focus on removing the infected where possible and Umbrella.

"Red, any traction on the Umbrella angle yet?"
"Indeed. The initial reports have been filed and flagged for authorization."

"Can't you just authorize it yourself?"

"Unfortunately, that will not be possible. I can fabricate the field reports and deployment orders; however, authorizations must be secured with a digital signature. Without the appropriate token, I only had access to half the encryption key. I'm fear in this matter we can but wait."

"Fuck. How long should that take?"

"Authorizations are generally pretty quick so long as all the requisite paperwork is in order. I've also issued orders to have all materials and personnel pre-prepared so the mission can commence as soon as the ink is dry on the order. Umbrella should arrive on-site within a day or two at most."

"Uh-huh, and how do you know they'll sign off?"

"I ensured the request was forwarded along with numerous other urgent, but relatively routine requests. The first page of all requests has the same wording; as such, I am confident that after the first dozen requests, he will simply skim and sign, if even that much."

"You're sure of that? Isn't that kind of a big risk?"

"The human desire to avoid what it considers 'monotony' is both predictable and powerful. I do not judge the risk to be high."

"Great, now all I've got to do is keep the infected contained to the city. Good thing Racoon City doesn't have hundreds of thousands of people in it."

---

A/N: So... it's been a minute, huh? I'm sorry about that. I wish I could say that it won't happen again, but I can't.

I work in what is supposed to be a three-man office. I'm running it by myself right now. The hire we were supposed to be getting flaked out and I have no idea when we'll get a replacement. I have to work long hours just to keep up with everything. Just this past Friday, I worked a 15-hour shift to catch up on a project that's been falling behind. So, you can imagine that when I get home, I have little time, energy, or inspiration to write (something I fear is reflected in this chapter). Even when I have free time, I do have other interests besides writing as well.

To those that waited patiently for the new chapter, I want to thank you for that.

To those that kept sending me messages asking if the story is abandoned or asking/demanding a new chapter, I want to say: back off. Honestly, I'm thrilled that there are people so invested in my story that they can't wait for the next chapter, but please keep in mind that I write because I enjoy it and I post it because I thought some other people might enjoy it as well. Being harangued for updates is NOT enjoyable. I could just as easily keep what I write to myself.

I will reiterate: As long as the story is still up then it has not been abandoned. I will take the story down if I ever decide to not finish it.

Positive note: I recently started reading a fantastic story called "Ghost in the City" over on Archive of Our Own. It's a Cyberpunk 2077 story with some Ghost in the Shell references (not a true crossover) and some gamer elements from the game. Seras0 is a far superior author to me and updates regularly. Go check it out if it sounds interesting.

As always, thanks for reading.