Footsteps came quick as you and Claire ran through the white halls of Umbrella’s underground facility, a licker chasing after the two of you from the ceiling.

With its long tongue, it wrapped tightly around your ankle, making you trip and hit the ground, your hand gun sliding across the white tiled floor; Claire turning with wide eyes as the licker dropped down to the floor, it’s muscly body stalking towards you with a growl.

You twisted your body to be on your back as you quickly unsheathed your hunting knife from your belt, left hand reaching towards the slimy tongue wrapped around your ankle.

All the while, Claire watched in horror as you were slowly pulled towards the deadly abomination. She made quick work on pulling her W-870 from off her back, pumping the forearm, pulling the trigger, a loud boom following.

In unison, you slammed the blade into the licker’s tongue as the shell slammed into it’s brain, a loud shrill coming from the creature as it let go of your ankle.

With quick movements, you pushed yourself up, retrieving your handgun as Claire pumped the forearm once more, shooting another shell at the licker; your hands grasping your SIG Sauer P365, turning on your heels to pull the trigger.

Three 9mm bullets wedged into the licker’s exposed brain as the creature spazzed around, dropping to the ground with a hiss before it ceased all movement.

Claire immediately came to your side, diligent eyes looking over your frame, sighing at the revelation of no injuries present.

So, throwing the shotgun’s strap back over her shoulder, she held a hand out to you, helping you to your feet as you pushed your handgun back into the holster.

“You okay?” She inquired, prompting a curt nod from you. “Yeah.., let’s go back to Sherry. See how she’s doing.” You spoke, the brunette nodding to your idea, a thankful smile on her lips from relief.

You were okay. It made her racing heart relax, even for just a second. She was grateful.