Chapter 1: First Encounter with Claire
Played Resident Evil and Dead by Daylight.
This book is a purely biochemical world, adapted according to the game process, spin-offs and CG movies.
Some of the settings are secondary and there may be some logical problems. Book lovers are welcome to propose corrections in a timely manner.
The whole book is basically the author going crazy about Claire, or rather, self-entertainment, to make up for the regret that Tomato couldn't find any biochemical fan fiction with Claire as the heroine.
Also, no one wrote about Zhui Zhui, a biological weapon with extremely strong combat power and great potential, or he died suddenly as soon as he appeared.
Basically, the heroine is either Ada or Jill. I must let everyone know that I am mad at Claire!
My writing skills are limited, so please feel free to give me any opinions. I will read the comments section and adopt the good ones.
The beginning of lust:
Inside a dormitory of Nanxin College.
Yang Ren looked at the Resident Evil 2 remake on the screen, watched the clearance animation after defeating G4, and stretched.
Completed story: Claire Redfield
Difficulty: Expert
Rating: D
Game duration: 11:45:14
This long playthrough time is probably due to playing some weird modules.
The other roommates had turned off their phones and were sleeping soundly.
I turned off my computer, climbed onto the bed, and glanced at my phone.
The screensaver is a three-quarter profile shot of Claire wearing a red leather jacket and jeans, holding a revolver in her hand. Her face is very beautiful.
It's just past 2 a.m., why are you still taking care of your health?
But... since I have an early morning wake-up call tomorrow and a full day of classes, I might as well go to bed early.
Before going to bed, Yang Ren gently touched the limited edition necklace on his neck, the same one as Claire's.
"Good night~"
……
"Project Nemesis..."
"The disease is spreading faster than any other modern disease. The government has declared a city-wide state of emergency..."
"After this mission, you will be able to take on the position of deputy director of the institute..."
"Mission content: Go to the Raccoon City Underground Research Institute... Ensure UMF-013... Colonel Sergei will follow..."
"He's still breathing! Sir! Wake up...!"
"Leave him alone, Rita! He's trapped, we can't save him...those things are here again!"
It seemed as if I was trapped in a dream, with various scenes slowly unfolding like slides.
In a pure white room, a group of people in white coats and wearing gas masks implanted something...
There was also a live broadcast of chaos in the city on the news...
A middle-aged man with white hair and a small tuft of bangs, wearing a light blue military coat, patted him on the shoulder and entrusted him with an important task...
A young sika deer ran onto the road, the sharp sound of brakes, and the rapidly spinning steering wheel...
The anxious cry of a woman in my ear...
And the beast-like roars coming from all around.
The next second, Yang Ren's whole body trembled violently, as if he had stepped on empty air, and he suddenly woke up.
The first thing I did when I woke up was to hold my head tightly, gritting my teeth in pain.
The pricking sensation near his head and temples almost made Yang Ren's brain explode.
After taking a long break, I sat up, but what I saw was not the familiar dormitory.
Yang Ren subconsciously looked around.
I am now sitting in the driver's seat of a car. The interior of the car is a mess and it looks like there has just been a car accident.
"Am I dreaming?"
Yang Ren muttered to himself while looking at his own appearance through the rearview mirror.
I can’t say that I look exactly like my original self, but they are definitely two different people.
His face has the dignity and handsomeness of the Central Plains, as well as the depth and mystery of Eastern Europe.
He has long light brown hair that reaches his eyebrows and light blue eyes as clear as lake water, just like a pure boy who has just grown up.
He was wearing a black leather jacket and cheap leather overalls and Martin boots.
On his left hand he also wore a mechanical watch with Roman numerals for the hours.
(The appearance is based on the real Edward Xue, a Chinese-Russian programmer of Tencent)
But at this moment, his face was covered with various scars caused by the car accident.
Yang Ren reached out his hand and gently touched the wound on his face, and a stinging pain came over him.
"Hiss~ It doesn't seem to be a dream!"
I tried to move my body, but my foot seemed to be stuck. I could only endure the pain and struggle.
After escaping from the trouble, Yang Ren unbuckled his seat belt, shook his dizzy head, and got out of the car to check.
The front hood of the car was dented and emitting smoke, and the windshield was nowhere to be found.
Looking up, the entire suburban road is empty for hundreds of meters.
There was nothing there except street lights, car parts flying all over the road, and weeds on the roadside.
It was as if the car was driving and suddenly hit some phantom obstacle.
Good boy, the other party also hit and ran?
The cool wind, carrying drizzling raindrops, blew on Yang Ren's scarred face, and his thoughts gradually became confused.
There was a clear stupidity in those light blue eyes.
Because of the impact on the brain, I seem to have lost a large part of my memory.
All we know is that the original owner of this body was named Nicholas Yang, who was 19 years old at the time and was of Chinese-Russian descent.
Before falling into a coma, the original owner seemed to be heading to Raccoon City to carry out a secret mission.
On a suburban highway, a car crashed into a police rescue vehicle while trying to avoid a young sika deer that had run onto the road.
The other party seemed to be in a hurry to leave, and the original owner of this body fell into a coma after suffering a severe impact.
"Hey, what the hell, I just took a nap, what did I do? Is this still China?"
"Stay up all night and die suddenly?"
Just when Yang Ren was lost in the rain.
Beside the road, there was a rustling noise suddenly heard in the grass behind Yang Ren.
Hearing the noise behind him, Yang Ren turned around subconsciously.
But I found a woman who was walking unsteadily.
Her clothes were disheveled and torn, with bite marks all over her exposed skin.
It looks like it was bitten by...human teeth?
It was a rainy day, and I had a car accident on a suburban road and met some strange people.
Yang Ren subconsciously raised his legs and moved backwards.
He was sure that the woman in front of him was either taking drugs or not.
Or being hunted by the Texas Chainsaw Massacre.
"Ahem, Miss...you...?"
Yang Ren tried to call the woman in Chinese.
After hearing the voice, the other party slowly raised his head.
When she raised her head, Yang Ren was able to catch a glimpse of her beautiful face.
His face was pale, his eyes were white and pupilless.
There was a big hole on the face, and the scarlet muscle tissue inside could be clearly seen, with some minced meat mixed in between the teeth.
Seeing the living person in front of her, the woman immediately stretched out her hands, made a strange roar from her throat, and walked towards Yang Ren.
"Fuck! Zombies!"
Yang Ren's pupils suddenly shrank.
I don't know where I got the courage from, but I subconsciously raised my hand and threw a right hook.
I have to admire the courage of contemporary male college students.
The punch caused the zombie's head to tilt and it took two steps back.
After recovering, he started walking towards Yang Ren again, and at an extremely fast speed!
After the stress response, there is intense fear.
Yang Ren was unable to dodge in time and was pounced on by the zombie.
This zombie was extremely strong. During the scuffle, Yang Ren's arm was bitten.
"Ah! Amenos!"
The intense pain in the arm aroused a strong desire to survive.
The original body's muscle memory emerged, and he took a step forward, pressing against the back of the zombie's calf.
Then he exerted force with his upper body and tripped the zombie.
The Martin boots kicked the zombie in the face several times.
The thick soles of the shoes crushed the zombie's face on the spot.
How could a human skull be crushed so easily?
Before this zombie was dealt with, more zombies kept appearing around the road, and for a while, there were constant howlings all around.
"It's over..."
Just when Yang Ren felt that he was going to die.
The sound of rain and the howling of zombies was suddenly mixed with the sound of a motorcycle.
Yang Ren looked in the direction of the voice.
In the rain not far away, white car lights gradually lit up and a Harley motorcycle gradually appeared.
The rider was wearing a red leather jacket, jeans and a white motorcycle helmet.
Yang Ren immediately raised his hands and asked for help.
"Help me! Help!"
Both Chinese and English are used.
The other party saw the car accident scene in the middle of the road and so many "people" suddenly appearing on the side of the road.
Only the man in the middle of the road, with his hands raised asking her for help, looked normal.
The rider stepped on the foot brake decisively, and the motorcycle drifted and stopped in front of Yang Ren.
"boarding!"
A gentle and youthful female voice sounded.
Yang Ren was about to get into the car when the zombies under his feet grabbed his boots and bit the thick leather.
"roll!"
Yang Ren kicked out with all his strength, and a crisp sound of bones breaking was heard.
The zombie's neck was actually broken by the kick.
He immediately jumped onto the back seat of the motorcycle, then started the motorcycle, leaving the zombies behind and sped away.
……
This is a Harley-Davidson, and there is no grab bar of any kind on the rear seat.
Yang Ren's hands, which had nowhere to put, kept moving, and finally could only be placed on his knees.
But the lower body and the rider's... uh... buttocks... are tightly pressed together.
The scene of being surrounded by a large group of zombies on the road was still in my mind.
Those hideous faces, the creepy roars, and the imminent threat of death...
And then there is... the rider in front of me.
There is an angel pattern on the back of the red leather jacket, and the words "Made in Heaven" are printed in large letters.
She seemed to be Claire, whom he had been thinking about all the time and even used as his phone screensaver.
The cold wind and raindrops blew on his face, and Yang Ren felt a little angry and his breathing became rapid.
The fist...is hard.
The motorcycle was speeding, and countless raindrops as big as beans fell on Yang Ren's scarred face.
My already troubled mood became even more anxious and unbearable.
"What happened?"
The rider inquired as he drove, seemingly unaware of the strange feeling through his jeans and overalls.
"I... I don't know what happened. Suddenly, a large group of... zombies appeared around the highway."
"My name is Nicholas Yang, thank you for saving me..."
Yang Ren tried his best to calm himself down.
This thing is too shocking for an ordinary college student who believes in science.
"The living dead...?"