The streets of Raccoon City were eerily silent, save for the distant howls of creatures hunting their prey. My breath was shallow, heart pounding, as I pressed myself against the cold brick wall of an alley, trying to stay out of sight. Every step felt like a gamble, every breath a risk. The city, once bustling with life, had become a nightmarish maze of death, and I was just another player trying to survive the game.

The stench of decay clung to the air. I could hear them—those things—groaning, shuffling, somewhere nearby. I had to keep moving. As I crept closer to the next intersection, the ground trembled beneath me. At first, I thought it was a distant explosion, maybe another building collapsing. But no… this was different.

The quake grew stronger, shaking the very foundations of the city. I stumbled, catching myself against the wall, eyes darting to the ground as cracks began to spread like spiderwebs across the asphalt. I froze, unsure whether to run or hide. But then, I saw it—something beneath the street was rising, something massive.

The pavement buckled, and the earth erupted in a deafening roar. Chunks of concrete flew into the air as I scrambled to get out of the way. From the gaping hole in the street, a figure began to emerge. A shape so large, so surreal, that for a moment, I thought I was hallucinating.

A woman—tall, impossibly tall—rose from the crater, her head nearly brushing the tops of the remaining buildings as she continued to grow. Her eyes glowed a deep, unsettling red, casting an eerie light across the ruined avenue. She wore a red sweater, its fabric stretched tight across her broadening frame, and black pants tucked into boots that crushed the debris beneath them as she stepped forward.

Thirty meters, maybe more. She finally stopped growing, her colossal form towering over everything in sight. My breath caught in my throat as I looked up, unable to comprehend the sight before me. And then, her gaze shifted—down, directly at me.