You and Radford, wearing gas masks, breathing heavily, blood splattered on your clothes and faces, looked at the rat king, the final state of infection that you had just killed.

Of course, it wasn't easy, but you did it somehow. You two were just here to pick up some medical supplies at the trauma center for Streber and Patty had asked for a client. You really have no idea that you may have found fusion-like infections in deeper places in the hospital. You wiped the blood off your gas mask in case you had an infection, a medical kit in your other hand that Patty and Strebs asked for, while Radford examined the Rat King, looking at it in shock.

"Holy shit." muttered under his breath, gas mask muffling his words, flame gun in his hand and aimed at the disgusting and terrifying dead creature. A stalker had just ripped itself off and sprinted away from you two, hiding somewhere, so you still have to be on guard.