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BIOHAZARD 3 LAST ESCAPE OFFICIAL GUIDEBOOK Complete Conquest Vol.
(バイオハザード3 ラストエスケープ 公式ガイドブック 完全征服編) |
Released: 13/11/1999
Softcover: 352 Staff: Studio BentStuff Publisher: CAPCOM Co., Ltd, ASCII, ASPECT ISBN-10: 4757206135 ISBN-13: 9784757206137 |
A city's about to vanish from the Earth.
The city's name is Raccoon City.
It's an abode of foolish lapdogs, their master the giant corporation Umbrella.
Most of its citizens, numbering in the hundreds of thousands, don't even suspect their evil master.
They believed they were going with the flow and their days would continue endlessly in seemingly peaceful fashion.
They were oblivious to this being a sin that would lead to their destruction...
Like Sodom and Gomorrah, scorched by the wrath of God, the city was filled with death.
Its ruthless ruler, Umbrella, didn't care about its servants' lives.
The earth was polluted, the water corroded, and the people were denied their supposed equality in death.
All that could be heard were resentful howls from cannibals whose hearts had been consumed by darkness.
Jill Valentine doesn't look back.
Looking back she sees only desolate scenes of destruction.
The immortal beast released by Umbrella runs through the city of the dead in pursuit of her.
The Pursuer's name is Nemesis--- the unconquerable one, the hellish hunter bearing the name of the goddess of vengeance.
But for Jill, this monster isn't the true "Nemesis."
Umbrella, an insane organization that continues to grow in size through conspiracies and its outstanding technologies.
It's a conceited giant that has ensnared the power of the state and is no longer bound by law.
Without conquering the root of the problem, Umbrella, there'll be no end to biohazards.
Her battle's merely a prelude.
So let us light the beacon for our grand counterattack here.
Let us raise our unbreakable will of steel high above the fading embers.
Let's conquer Nemesis, Umbrella's vanguard, to its last drop of blood.
For a requiem for the foolish souls. For the sake of making Umbrella's sneer twitch in fear.
Jill Valentine will be the conqueror...
The city's name is Raccoon City.
It's an abode of foolish lapdogs, their master the giant corporation Umbrella.
Most of its citizens, numbering in the hundreds of thousands, don't even suspect their evil master.
They believed they were going with the flow and their days would continue endlessly in seemingly peaceful fashion.
They were oblivious to this being a sin that would lead to their destruction...
Like Sodom and Gomorrah, scorched by the wrath of God, the city was filled with death.
Its ruthless ruler, Umbrella, didn't care about its servants' lives.
The earth was polluted, the water corroded, and the people were denied their supposed equality in death.
All that could be heard were resentful howls from cannibals whose hearts had been consumed by darkness.
Jill Valentine doesn't look back.
Looking back she sees only desolate scenes of destruction.
The immortal beast released by Umbrella runs through the city of the dead in pursuit of her.
The Pursuer's name is Nemesis--- the unconquerable one, the hellish hunter bearing the name of the goddess of vengeance.
But for Jill, this monster isn't the true "Nemesis."
Umbrella, an insane organization that continues to grow in size through conspiracies and its outstanding technologies.
It's a conceited giant that has ensnared the power of the state and is no longer bound by law.
Without conquering the root of the problem, Umbrella, there'll be no end to biohazards.
Her battle's merely a prelude.
So let us light the beacon for our grand counterattack here.
Let us raise our unbreakable will of steel high above the fading embers.
Let's conquer Nemesis, Umbrella's vanguard, to its last drop of blood.
For a requiem for the foolish souls. For the sake of making Umbrella's sneer twitch in fear.
Jill Valentine will be the conqueror...
UPTOWN IMAGE STORY Burning Zombie
A strange smell wafted through the alley.
A dense smell of decay. The process of necrosis in cellular tissue, however, is no longer a unique smell in Raccoon City. Every place in the city was filled with the stench of death, and of the dead.
The smell of death permeates everything on the streets: bloodstained walls, shattered glass strewn about, abandoned vehicles... and so on. There's no longer any sense of incongruity.
What stimulated her paralyzed nostrils was the smell of burning flesh.
No, it was the intense stench of blood, skin, hair, nails, everything else that makes up the human body, being scorched---that was the true nature of the bizarre odor wafting through this corner of Raccoon City, which had turned into a city of the dead.
Flickering tongues of flame continued to infest every corner of the city, where even those who tried to extinguish them had ceased to exist. Rising black smoke enveloped the city in darkness. The crimson light emitted by industrial fires served only to intensify the contrast of shadows, rather than illuminate the darkness.
In the alleyways, too, were many such seedbeds of fire stirring in the air.
They were in a space colored with fiery vermilion and the black of darkness.
The corpse of a man lying face down, his body being consumed by the flames spreading on the road surface--- the source of the strange smell from earlier.
The fire had already spread to the clothes he was wearing. The synthetic fibers were bursting into flames as the man's back was beginning to blaze red like a torch while his corpse jerked.
He couldn't be alive. A human being who has been burned on just 30% of their body's surface area is no longer able to sustain life due to an imbalance of water inside the body and a sudden drop in blood pressure.
The skin of the middle-aged man lying on his side is charred in places, his blood even partially boiling. It's no wonder the shock from the burns alone was enough to kill him.
In other words, it looked like this was the phenomenon where the body's burning muscles and tendons contract under the heat, causing the body to stiffen as if it were coming back to life.
The man's corpse twisted and turned performing a slow, frenzied dance on the street. Flames also spread to his raised abdomen, now enveloping his entire body in fire. The dead man, clad in a gorgeous scarlet robe, performs a terrifying dance to send himself off to his own funeral.
And yet.
He shouldn't have lived.
The man raised himself up. Kneeling on one knee, the flaming corpse stood up with a clear and definite will while shakily balancing on the ground.
His eyeballs popped from the heat of the fire leading toward the entrance to the alley. The man's burned lips formed a sloppy "0" and a long, silent howl, neither "ahh" nor "ohh", emanates from them.
Several other dead people emerge from the flames, all of them no longer visible. They all have their eyes, which they can probably no longer see through, fixed on the same point as the first man.
The poor departed, still burned but not allowed to live forever. Heartless dead men who wander about seeking the flesh of the living, commanded by their shameful appearances and the hunger that assails him. Those who've ceased to be human due to a demonic virus.
The only possible thing to do for them was return them to their original state as soon as possible.
Jill Valentine stepped into the alleyway under the Zombies' hungry stares, and without hesitation, pulled the trigger on her Beretta. To sever the accursed thread binding them to this world...
A strange smell wafted through the alley.
A dense smell of decay. The process of necrosis in cellular tissue, however, is no longer a unique smell in Raccoon City. Every place in the city was filled with the stench of death, and of the dead.
The smell of death permeates everything on the streets: bloodstained walls, shattered glass strewn about, abandoned vehicles... and so on. There's no longer any sense of incongruity.
What stimulated her paralyzed nostrils was the smell of burning flesh.
No, it was the intense stench of blood, skin, hair, nails, everything else that makes up the human body, being scorched---that was the true nature of the bizarre odor wafting through this corner of Raccoon City, which had turned into a city of the dead.
Flickering tongues of flame continued to infest every corner of the city, where even those who tried to extinguish them had ceased to exist. Rising black smoke enveloped the city in darkness. The crimson light emitted by industrial fires served only to intensify the contrast of shadows, rather than illuminate the darkness.
In the alleyways, too, were many such seedbeds of fire stirring in the air.
They were in a space colored with fiery vermilion and the black of darkness.
The corpse of a man lying face down, his body being consumed by the flames spreading on the road surface--- the source of the strange smell from earlier.
The fire had already spread to the clothes he was wearing. The synthetic fibers were bursting into flames as the man's back was beginning to blaze red like a torch while his corpse jerked.
He couldn't be alive. A human being who has been burned on just 30% of their body's surface area is no longer able to sustain life due to an imbalance of water inside the body and a sudden drop in blood pressure.
The skin of the middle-aged man lying on his side is charred in places, his blood even partially boiling. It's no wonder the shock from the burns alone was enough to kill him.
In other words, it looked like this was the phenomenon where the body's burning muscles and tendons contract under the heat, causing the body to stiffen as if it were coming back to life.
The man's corpse twisted and turned performing a slow, frenzied dance on the street. Flames also spread to his raised abdomen, now enveloping his entire body in fire. The dead man, clad in a gorgeous scarlet robe, performs a terrifying dance to send himself off to his own funeral.
And yet.
He shouldn't have lived.
The man raised himself up. Kneeling on one knee, the flaming corpse stood up with a clear and definite will while shakily balancing on the ground.
His eyeballs popped from the heat of the fire leading toward the entrance to the alley. The man's burned lips formed a sloppy "0" and a long, silent howl, neither "ahh" nor "ohh", emanates from them.
Several other dead people emerge from the flames, all of them no longer visible. They all have their eyes, which they can probably no longer see through, fixed on the same point as the first man.
The poor departed, still burned but not allowed to live forever. Heartless dead men who wander about seeking the flesh of the living, commanded by their shameful appearances and the hunger that assails him. Those who've ceased to be human due to a demonic virus.
The only possible thing to do for them was return them to their original state as soon as possible.
Jill Valentine stepped into the alleyway under the Zombies' hungry stares, and without hesitation, pulled the trigger on her Beretta. To sever the accursed thread binding them to this world...
POLICE STATION IMAGE STORY Chaser in Black
The irregular sound of thick-soled boots pounding on the road surface echoes through the air.
They overlap with the sound of heavy breathing. Haa, haa, the shriek-like sound of breathing escapes from his throat.
The man was being chased.
Looking back and forth, the man runs clumsily down the dark street, nearly falling over.
He knows every time he looks behind him he slows down. But even so he couldn't help but cast frightened glances over his shoulder.
What he sees is a constant world of darkness, like it's nothingness. There's no sign of his Pursuer, and no sign of the city's newest inhabitants, the Zombies.
But as soon as he turns his head forward in the need to run, he's overcome with anxiety. He feels like a huge, deformed man dressed in black who melted into the darkness had showed up from a corner behind him just as he took his eyes off it, and seemed to be running toward him.
He could no longer imagine those veiny fingers, thick as the barrels of heavy duty rifles, reaching for the back of his neck to crush his medulla oblongata at any moment. Just the thought of the Pursuer being there sends a feverish stiffness up his spine. He could feel every hair on his body stand on end. A tremendous amount of fear rose up from his lower abdomen, as if he might vomit his guts out of his stomach.
His legs tangle. His breathing's labored, and the blood vessels in his temples pulsate without enough oxygen. He was sweating profusely. His terrified heart beat unbelievably fast. If he didn't check behind him, this anxiety alone would've been enough to kill him.
And then the man, Brad Vickers, looks back again. The only thing in his shaky field of vision's the uninhabited cityscape...
Behind him, sparks fly from an unlit show window, and the street's momentarily painted black and white. In the midst of this scene, like a monochrome photograph, Brad saw it.
He saw the Pursuer standing there in a jet-black trench coat.
He was a real strange man.
His skin was a dry ochre color, as if his whole face were a tumor. On his face there was almost nothing that should be on a human face, save for the left eye and its large, puckered, lipless mouth.
His right eye was completely crushed by what appeared to be a surgical wound reaching the top of the head. Around his neck, a number of slimy pipe-like tubes of a toxic purple shade were embedded in his body.
His pupil-less, cloudy left eye was squinted and his exposed teeth were slightly distorted. The distance was still great, but Brad could see it clearly. The Pursuer sneered.
"S.T.A.R.S...."
"Heeey!"
Brad let out a true scream this time as he heard the monster lurking in the darkness utter his special ops unit's name. He shuddered in despair, knowing he was the one being targeted after all. Then he started sprinting.
Knowing the Pursuer was there, he no longer needed to turn around. Brad ran so hard he wondered where in his depleted and maimed body he had the strength left to do so. He held out a gleam of hope for a companion who might be able to save him, or even turn them against the monster.
Behind him, he hears the continuous thuds of the Pursuer's shoes. Clearly it was closing the distance between itself and Brad. But his destination was already in sight.
With a leap of faith, he opens the gate to the Raccoon Police Department he'd arrived at. And there she was, a familiar, beautiful colleague.
"Jill!"
Brad shouts, and at that same moment, the Pursuer leaps effortlessly through the gate and lands right in front of him. A vise-like hand clamps down on his cheekbones and hoists him into the air. His skull squeaks and creaks.
Brad Vickers was doomed to die.
The irregular sound of thick-soled boots pounding on the road surface echoes through the air.
They overlap with the sound of heavy breathing. Haa, haa, the shriek-like sound of breathing escapes from his throat.
The man was being chased.
Looking back and forth, the man runs clumsily down the dark street, nearly falling over.
He knows every time he looks behind him he slows down. But even so he couldn't help but cast frightened glances over his shoulder.
What he sees is a constant world of darkness, like it's nothingness. There's no sign of his Pursuer, and no sign of the city's newest inhabitants, the Zombies.
But as soon as he turns his head forward in the need to run, he's overcome with anxiety. He feels like a huge, deformed man dressed in black who melted into the darkness had showed up from a corner behind him just as he took his eyes off it, and seemed to be running toward him.
He could no longer imagine those veiny fingers, thick as the barrels of heavy duty rifles, reaching for the back of his neck to crush his medulla oblongata at any moment. Just the thought of the Pursuer being there sends a feverish stiffness up his spine. He could feel every hair on his body stand on end. A tremendous amount of fear rose up from his lower abdomen, as if he might vomit his guts out of his stomach.
His legs tangle. His breathing's labored, and the blood vessels in his temples pulsate without enough oxygen. He was sweating profusely. His terrified heart beat unbelievably fast. If he didn't check behind him, this anxiety alone would've been enough to kill him.
And then the man, Brad Vickers, looks back again. The only thing in his shaky field of vision's the uninhabited cityscape...
Behind him, sparks fly from an unlit show window, and the street's momentarily painted black and white. In the midst of this scene, like a monochrome photograph, Brad saw it.
He saw the Pursuer standing there in a jet-black trench coat.
He was a real strange man.
His skin was a dry ochre color, as if his whole face were a tumor. On his face there was almost nothing that should be on a human face, save for the left eye and its large, puckered, lipless mouth.
His right eye was completely crushed by what appeared to be a surgical wound reaching the top of the head. Around his neck, a number of slimy pipe-like tubes of a toxic purple shade were embedded in his body.
His pupil-less, cloudy left eye was squinted and his exposed teeth were slightly distorted. The distance was still great, but Brad could see it clearly. The Pursuer sneered.
"S.T.A.R.S...."
"Heeey!"
Brad let out a true scream this time as he heard the monster lurking in the darkness utter his special ops unit's name. He shuddered in despair, knowing he was the one being targeted after all. Then he started sprinting.
Knowing the Pursuer was there, he no longer needed to turn around. Brad ran so hard he wondered where in his depleted and maimed body he had the strength left to do so. He held out a gleam of hope for a companion who might be able to save him, or even turn them against the monster.
Behind him, he hears the continuous thuds of the Pursuer's shoes. Clearly it was closing the distance between itself and Brad. But his destination was already in sight.
With a leap of faith, he opens the gate to the Raccoon Police Department he'd arrived at. And there she was, a familiar, beautiful colleague.
"Jill!"
Brad shouts, and at that same moment, the Pursuer leaps effortlessly through the gate and lands right in front of him. A vise-like hand clamps down on his cheekbones and hoists him into the air. His skull squeaks and creaks.
Brad Vickers was doomed to die.
DOWNTOWN IMAGE STORY Mutant of Fear
A construction site lit by a dim, hard white light.
The bleak space, divided up by steel fences, seems frozen in time.
Overhead, wooden containers packed with construction materials swayed in the breeze, rattling and creaking to a monotonous rhythm as they hung from wires. They were dangerously overloaded, but not a single construction worker in this town seemed to be paying any attention to them.
Jill noticed the body of a man lying on the ground just as she was about to pass underneath the containers.
He wasn't a Zombie. The man's body was completely dead. Contorted in pain, his expression showed the man had died while still human - and his final moments hadn't been easy.
The deceased's clothes were torn in places, with deeply cut skin peeking out from the holes. The dark blood stains spreading across the ground were probably from these wounds.
The marks were sharp, reminiscent of the claws of a large carnivore, but if that was the case, the claws would have to be separate, like the blade of a knife. The carved wounds were always single lines.
And on top of that, they weren't fatal wounds.
What killed the man was a strange wound to his throat.
There was a hole the size of a one cent coin slightly below his Adam's apple. It was so deep it almost pierced all the way through to the back of his neck, piercing through the man's cervical vertebrae.
The moment Jill's eyes caught sight of this scar, a strange noise rained down from above her head. It was a cacophony that directly pierced the nerves, like scraping a glass plate with grains of sand, like the screaming of countless small animals swarming together---.
Before Jill could look up, it fell with a thud from the construction site wall right in front of her.
The thing that killed the man was an unexpected mutant born from the effects of the T-Virus, which Umbrella researchers would later call “Drain Deimos.”
It was probably originally a tiny species of flea that lurked in the fur of animals and fed on their blood. However, in this city heavily contaminated by the leaked virus, this microscopic parasitic insect continued to absorb the bodily fluids of other living creatures, unintentionally absorbing a wide variety of genes, causing dramatic changes in its own body.
Its form, grown to an unbelievable size reminiscent of a human, although this is nothing more than a tasteless caricature. The strong exoskeleton characteristic of the insect class is pushed up from the inside by muscles bursting at the seams, and its asymmetrical head has eyes that give off an inorganic sheen, trembling spasmodically as if in search of prey. Two pairs of pincer-like mouthparts wriggle while viscous saliva drips from them in long strings.
Without even having time to dodge, Jill's grappled head-on by the monster as it stands up. She struggles desperately, overcome by the urge to vomit, as she's held tight in its four forelimbs.
The Drain Deimos' mouth slowly approached. Recognizing a sharp glint at its center, the shape of the stab wound left in its victim's throat flashed violently in her mind. Death was right there, ever so close...
The moment Jill twisted her upper body sharply was the same moment a dull thump echoed in the monster's mouth. A long, tubular proboscis shot out and forcefully pierced the space where her throat had been just a moment ago.
It was a spring-loaded system for absorbing spinal fluid that used the elastic protein resilin, which is what enables fleas to jump so astonishingly far. The needle stored in the mouth organ shoots out with the repulsive force of the resilin membrane, penetrating even bone in one go, like a hammer.
The moment the proboscis grazed the side of her neck, the restraint by its forelegs loosened slightly. Jill rolled forward to escape the monster's embrace, then with lightning speed she turned around and while kneeling on one knee, raised the Beretta she was holding in her hand above her head. After catching her breath, she fixed her gaze at a single point in the sky with near frightening concentration. She pulled the trigger.
Along with the gunshot, the wire suspending the building materials snapped with a loud crack.
The mass of the falling containers mercilessly crushed the bloodsucking insect of the nightmare world.
A construction site lit by a dim, hard white light.
The bleak space, divided up by steel fences, seems frozen in time.
Overhead, wooden containers packed with construction materials swayed in the breeze, rattling and creaking to a monotonous rhythm as they hung from wires. They were dangerously overloaded, but not a single construction worker in this town seemed to be paying any attention to them.
Jill noticed the body of a man lying on the ground just as she was about to pass underneath the containers.
He wasn't a Zombie. The man's body was completely dead. Contorted in pain, his expression showed the man had died while still human - and his final moments hadn't been easy.
The deceased's clothes were torn in places, with deeply cut skin peeking out from the holes. The dark blood stains spreading across the ground were probably from these wounds.
The marks were sharp, reminiscent of the claws of a large carnivore, but if that was the case, the claws would have to be separate, like the blade of a knife. The carved wounds were always single lines.
And on top of that, they weren't fatal wounds.
What killed the man was a strange wound to his throat.
There was a hole the size of a one cent coin slightly below his Adam's apple. It was so deep it almost pierced all the way through to the back of his neck, piercing through the man's cervical vertebrae.
The moment Jill's eyes caught sight of this scar, a strange noise rained down from above her head. It was a cacophony that directly pierced the nerves, like scraping a glass plate with grains of sand, like the screaming of countless small animals swarming together---.
Before Jill could look up, it fell with a thud from the construction site wall right in front of her.
The thing that killed the man was an unexpected mutant born from the effects of the T-Virus, which Umbrella researchers would later call “Drain Deimos.”
It was probably originally a tiny species of flea that lurked in the fur of animals and fed on their blood. However, in this city heavily contaminated by the leaked virus, this microscopic parasitic insect continued to absorb the bodily fluids of other living creatures, unintentionally absorbing a wide variety of genes, causing dramatic changes in its own body.
Its form, grown to an unbelievable size reminiscent of a human, although this is nothing more than a tasteless caricature. The strong exoskeleton characteristic of the insect class is pushed up from the inside by muscles bursting at the seams, and its asymmetrical head has eyes that give off an inorganic sheen, trembling spasmodically as if in search of prey. Two pairs of pincer-like mouthparts wriggle while viscous saliva drips from them in long strings.
Without even having time to dodge, Jill's grappled head-on by the monster as it stands up. She struggles desperately, overcome by the urge to vomit, as she's held tight in its four forelimbs.
The Drain Deimos' mouth slowly approached. Recognizing a sharp glint at its center, the shape of the stab wound left in its victim's throat flashed violently in her mind. Death was right there, ever so close...
The moment Jill twisted her upper body sharply was the same moment a dull thump echoed in the monster's mouth. A long, tubular proboscis shot out and forcefully pierced the space where her throat had been just a moment ago.
It was a spring-loaded system for absorbing spinal fluid that used the elastic protein resilin, which is what enables fleas to jump so astonishingly far. The needle stored in the mouth organ shoots out with the repulsive force of the resilin membrane, penetrating even bone in one go, like a hammer.
The moment the proboscis grazed the side of her neck, the restraint by its forelegs loosened slightly. Jill rolled forward to escape the monster's embrace, then with lightning speed she turned around and while kneeling on one knee, raised the Beretta she was holding in her hand above her head. After catching her breath, she fixed her gaze at a single point in the sky with near frightening concentration. She pulled the trigger.
Along with the gunshot, the wire suspending the building materials snapped with a loud crack.
The mass of the falling containers mercilessly crushed the bloodsucking insect of the nightmare world.
CLOCK TOWER IMAGE STORY Predatory Arachnid
After running up the clock tower's stairs, Jill reached a veranda-like corridor leading to a terrace on the outside wall, where she was greeted by a species of creature she'd been attacked by before.
Two days in that mansion filled to the brim with terror and madness - in the abominable “Mansion Incident” she and her allies faced about two months ago that drastically shifted their fates, Jill witnessed this monstrous bug with her own eyes.
A B.O.W. with the codename “Web Spinner” - a giant spider created in the course of Umbrella's biological weapons development experiments which acquired an abnormal body through repeated T-Virus injections and genetic manipulation. As a weapon, it was a discontinued failure due to its intelligence being too instinctive, but roaming freely through the disguised facility, this monster was a natural predator that posed a threat even to trained and armed special forces.
To be precise, it wasn't a Web Spinner that was nesting in this clock tower.
It was a very common species of spider that lives in the natural world which came under the virus' influence and mutated into a giant. Without undergoing any artificial genetic modification during its growth stage, it nevertheless evolved to the same level as a bioweapon made by Umbrella. It demonstrated the incredible adaptability of the spider species that continues to thrive in all climates and environments around the world.
At this point, Jill wasn't being careless. After her encounter with Drain Deimos, she should've been fully alert to the presence of attackers that make use of three-dimensional space.
However, the cunning predator, having learned the taste of human flesh in this building, had already devised a method to more reliably finish off its prey with its intelligence.
It silently lurks in the darkness of ceilings where humans wouldn't normally look up, ceasing all movement. It only follows the movements of its target as it approaches, accurately gauging the timing of its passing with an invisible thread hanging from its abdomen. Then, without making a sound, it shoots a sticky venom at its prey below.
With her extraordinary intuition and reflexes, Jill managed to avoid being hit directly by this surprise attack. If she'd been hit in the head the venom, which contained a strong acid, would've burned her eyes and the Giant Spider would've slaughtered her.
However, when she avoided it, a considerable amount of venom fell on her exposed shin, which she'd been too slow to pull away. Along with the pain of the burning skin, Jill was struck by a sense of weakness and dizziness caused by an abnormally rapid heart rate. Decomposition enzymes contained in the mucus permeated the skin, destroying the tissue between the cells and quickly sending the toxin into the bloodstream.
With a sense of regret and numbness in her tongue, Jill leaned back against the wall and held the Benelli M3S shotgun to her chest.
The venom's strength could be roughly assumed from its immediate effect. If she didn't detoxify immediately, she knew her strength would be rapidly drained and she'd be rendered immobile in the blink of an eye.
Through the wall she clung to, Jill could hear a series of light incredibly fast vibrations coming from the Giant Spider. The Giant Spider's eight legs were undulating, extending out as it moved closer to the wall.
Jill opened her pretty eyes wide and her vision focused on the image of the spider swinging its front two pairs of legs from above its head, fangs fully open to the left and right.
She lowers her hips and slides her legs forward, raising the shotgun at her chest and firing a shot directly upwards. The impact of the shot caused the barrel to dig into her chest, but the pain only woke her up.
From a distance close enough to reach its prey with a swing of its legs, it was hit by dozens of bullets that scattered around it, and the Giant Spider, which was surprisingly light for its size, was blown off the wall, half-flying in mid-air, and died. The cephalothorax was barely recognizable and the legs, almost torn off at the base, twitched repeatedly on the floor.
Without even a moment to catch her breath though, she whipped her poisoned body into action and rose to her feet.
Two more spiders appeared at the end of the hallway curving left—--
After running up the clock tower's stairs, Jill reached a veranda-like corridor leading to a terrace on the outside wall, where she was greeted by a species of creature she'd been attacked by before.
Two days in that mansion filled to the brim with terror and madness - in the abominable “Mansion Incident” she and her allies faced about two months ago that drastically shifted their fates, Jill witnessed this monstrous bug with her own eyes.
A B.O.W. with the codename “Web Spinner” - a giant spider created in the course of Umbrella's biological weapons development experiments which acquired an abnormal body through repeated T-Virus injections and genetic manipulation. As a weapon, it was a discontinued failure due to its intelligence being too instinctive, but roaming freely through the disguised facility, this monster was a natural predator that posed a threat even to trained and armed special forces.
To be precise, it wasn't a Web Spinner that was nesting in this clock tower.
It was a very common species of spider that lives in the natural world which came under the virus' influence and mutated into a giant. Without undergoing any artificial genetic modification during its growth stage, it nevertheless evolved to the same level as a bioweapon made by Umbrella. It demonstrated the incredible adaptability of the spider species that continues to thrive in all climates and environments around the world.
At this point, Jill wasn't being careless. After her encounter with Drain Deimos, she should've been fully alert to the presence of attackers that make use of three-dimensional space.
However, the cunning predator, having learned the taste of human flesh in this building, had already devised a method to more reliably finish off its prey with its intelligence.
It silently lurks in the darkness of ceilings where humans wouldn't normally look up, ceasing all movement. It only follows the movements of its target as it approaches, accurately gauging the timing of its passing with an invisible thread hanging from its abdomen. Then, without making a sound, it shoots a sticky venom at its prey below.
With her extraordinary intuition and reflexes, Jill managed to avoid being hit directly by this surprise attack. If she'd been hit in the head the venom, which contained a strong acid, would've burned her eyes and the Giant Spider would've slaughtered her.
However, when she avoided it, a considerable amount of venom fell on her exposed shin, which she'd been too slow to pull away. Along with the pain of the burning skin, Jill was struck by a sense of weakness and dizziness caused by an abnormally rapid heart rate. Decomposition enzymes contained in the mucus permeated the skin, destroying the tissue between the cells and quickly sending the toxin into the bloodstream.
With a sense of regret and numbness in her tongue, Jill leaned back against the wall and held the Benelli M3S shotgun to her chest.
The venom's strength could be roughly assumed from its immediate effect. If she didn't detoxify immediately, she knew her strength would be rapidly drained and she'd be rendered immobile in the blink of an eye.
Through the wall she clung to, Jill could hear a series of light incredibly fast vibrations coming from the Giant Spider. The Giant Spider's eight legs were undulating, extending out as it moved closer to the wall.
Jill opened her pretty eyes wide and her vision focused on the image of the spider swinging its front two pairs of legs from above its head, fangs fully open to the left and right.
She lowers her hips and slides her legs forward, raising the shotgun at her chest and firing a shot directly upwards. The impact of the shot caused the barrel to dig into her chest, but the pain only woke her up.
From a distance close enough to reach its prey with a swing of its legs, it was hit by dozens of bullets that scattered around it, and the Giant Spider, which was surprisingly light for its size, was blown off the wall, half-flying in mid-air, and died. The cephalothorax was barely recognizable and the legs, almost torn off at the base, twitched repeatedly on the floor.
Without even a moment to catch her breath though, she whipped her poisoned body into action and rose to her feet.
Two more spiders appeared at the end of the hallway curving left—--
HOSPITAL IMAGE STORY Return of Hunter
The strong smell of disinfectant irritated Carlos Oliveira's nasal membranes as soon as he passed through the entrance.
Maybe a bottle of chemical solution broke somewhere nearby in this lobby---while Carlos found himself thinking vaguely about this, he then realized he was recalling the field camp set up in the South American jungle by the communist guerrilla organization he once belonged to.
The reason's clear. The thick, suffocating smell of death, an odor even the antiseptic smell of evaporating alcohol can't dispel--- the stench of death drifting through Raccoon Hospital was the same as in the hellish camp where the heat and humidity claimed his comrades' lives one after another.
In the waiting area lit by faint emergency lights at the reception desk, there were corpses of citizens who collapsed from exhaustion lying around everywhere. Fortunately for Carlos, none appeared to be living dead who'd turned into Zombies. The sight of despair that pervaded this place of healing was trying to make his fighting spirit wither, whether he wanted it to or not.
He mustn't give up though. If he abandons the fight, it'll mean the death of Jill--- or perhaps an even more unacceptable fate.
Jill has once again inspired him after he was about to throw away his life like a cowardly dog. What would be the point of living on if he were to abandon her in her time of need and live on alone? For Carlos, whose life had been redeemed by Umbrella and who'd contented himself with being a mercenary whose master held his life in their hands, this was the final line he'd never cross as a human being.
It was at that moment he was about to take the first step on his quest.
The sound of glass shattering underfoot broke the silence from the darkness ahead. What followed was the familiar moans of the undead.
Here too, there were Zombies wandering around, searching for signs of the living. Shrugging his shoulders in disgust, Carlos casually pulls out his unit-issued handgun from his waist.
The M4A1 assault rifle's currently fully loaded with ammo. If he were to use it against Zombies however, the M4A1, known for its rapid-fire capability, would run out of bullets in no time at all. The habit of preserving his main weapon was a technique he learned to survive during his long life as a guerrilla.
However, what leapt out from the shadows was no rotting corpse.
The first thing he saw was the falling head of a Zombie. The body followed, making a wet sound as it fell. Then, the severed head slouched forward into the dim light...
It looked like a kind of ape-man to Carlos.
Its posture was slightly slouched with its long, thick arms wrapped in bundles of well-developed muscles. Although it was slightly smaller than a human, its robust upper body was two sizes bigger than Carlos'.
However, it was only its overall shape that reminded him of a large primate.
Its skin was slimy, reminiscent of that of a reptile. From the shoulders to the flat head, the body was densely covered with pus-like tumors that look like they could burst at any moment and spread putrid liquids. Through gaps in the skin, small eyes that appeared to contain a glimmer of intelligence stared at their new prey. The jaws, with their dirty teeth lined up irregularly, moved busily back and forth, as if it was licking its lips.
Carlos quickly took his hand from his pistol and switched to the M4A1. There was no time to put it back in the holster. Before the dropped handgun could even hit the floor, a stroboscopic flash from his assault rifle's muzzle flashed like a strobe light.
As if by some chance however, the monster dodged this hail of bullets by leaping to the side. It predicted the timing of the attack from Carlos' movements and escaped ahead of the gun.
The next moment, the tip of its claw swung from his side and tore through the skin on his chest, along with his military jacket, as he arched his torso back. The claw strike combined the sharpness of a knife with the weight of an axe, decapitating a Zombie in an instant.
A deadly struggle between the young mercenary and the B.O.W. deployed at the hospital--- known as “Hunter β”, had now begun.
The strong smell of disinfectant irritated Carlos Oliveira's nasal membranes as soon as he passed through the entrance.
Maybe a bottle of chemical solution broke somewhere nearby in this lobby---while Carlos found himself thinking vaguely about this, he then realized he was recalling the field camp set up in the South American jungle by the communist guerrilla organization he once belonged to.
The reason's clear. The thick, suffocating smell of death, an odor even the antiseptic smell of evaporating alcohol can't dispel--- the stench of death drifting through Raccoon Hospital was the same as in the hellish camp where the heat and humidity claimed his comrades' lives one after another.
In the waiting area lit by faint emergency lights at the reception desk, there were corpses of citizens who collapsed from exhaustion lying around everywhere. Fortunately for Carlos, none appeared to be living dead who'd turned into Zombies. The sight of despair that pervaded this place of healing was trying to make his fighting spirit wither, whether he wanted it to or not.
He mustn't give up though. If he abandons the fight, it'll mean the death of Jill--- or perhaps an even more unacceptable fate.
Jill has once again inspired him after he was about to throw away his life like a cowardly dog. What would be the point of living on if he were to abandon her in her time of need and live on alone? For Carlos, whose life had been redeemed by Umbrella and who'd contented himself with being a mercenary whose master held his life in their hands, this was the final line he'd never cross as a human being.
It was at that moment he was about to take the first step on his quest.
The sound of glass shattering underfoot broke the silence from the darkness ahead. What followed was the familiar moans of the undead.
Here too, there were Zombies wandering around, searching for signs of the living. Shrugging his shoulders in disgust, Carlos casually pulls out his unit-issued handgun from his waist.
The M4A1 assault rifle's currently fully loaded with ammo. If he were to use it against Zombies however, the M4A1, known for its rapid-fire capability, would run out of bullets in no time at all. The habit of preserving his main weapon was a technique he learned to survive during his long life as a guerrilla.
However, what leapt out from the shadows was no rotting corpse.
The first thing he saw was the falling head of a Zombie. The body followed, making a wet sound as it fell. Then, the severed head slouched forward into the dim light...
It looked like a kind of ape-man to Carlos.
Its posture was slightly slouched with its long, thick arms wrapped in bundles of well-developed muscles. Although it was slightly smaller than a human, its robust upper body was two sizes bigger than Carlos'.
However, it was only its overall shape that reminded him of a large primate.
Its skin was slimy, reminiscent of that of a reptile. From the shoulders to the flat head, the body was densely covered with pus-like tumors that look like they could burst at any moment and spread putrid liquids. Through gaps in the skin, small eyes that appeared to contain a glimmer of intelligence stared at their new prey. The jaws, with their dirty teeth lined up irregularly, moved busily back and forth, as if it was licking its lips.
Carlos quickly took his hand from his pistol and switched to the M4A1. There was no time to put it back in the holster. Before the dropped handgun could even hit the floor, a stroboscopic flash from his assault rifle's muzzle flashed like a strobe light.
As if by some chance however, the monster dodged this hail of bullets by leaping to the side. It predicted the timing of the attack from Carlos' movements and escaped ahead of the gun.
The next moment, the tip of its claw swung from his side and tore through the skin on his chest, along with his military jacket, as he arched his torso back. The claw strike combined the sharpness of a knife with the weight of an axe, decapitating a Zombie in an instant.
A deadly struggle between the young mercenary and the B.O.W. deployed at the hospital--- known as “Hunter β”, had now begun.
PARK IMAGE STORY Grave Marauder
Even in this city that had become hell on earth, it was a phenomenon so unbelievable it was hard to believe.
The small cemetery attached to Raccoon Park, measuring about 20 meters on each side--- the whole area had been hit by a sinkhole several meters deep.
Updrafts caused by the fires that had broken out across all of Raccoon City had brought cold rain to the city over the course of a day or two. This influx of rainwater had loosened the hard, dry ground, but the subsidence was at a scale so unnatural and sudden it was unthinkable under normal circumstances.
The only person who witnessed the true cause of the phenomenon was Jill, who was caught up in the unexpected sinkhole as she tried to pass through the graveyard.
No, it was no coincidence. In order to capture Jill--- fresh, living prey that was now a rare commodity in Raccoon City--- the silent graveyard of the dead was mercilessly transformed into a subterranean cage, revealing the mud beneath.
The monster appeared with a rumbling noise as Jill, still shaken from the sudden subsidence, looked on.
Under the white light of the still barely working streetlights, a pillar of flesh like a giant tree split the earth and rose up into the pitch-black sky. It towered to the very limit then started to wriggle and writhe, twisting its whole body as if it were unraveling and turning its flat, rounded tip towards Jill.
A small hole appeared in the center of the cylinder, which was over a meter in diameter--- the next moment, the outer skin that had been covering the tip of the head burst open like a balloon. That moment, four huge fangs that had been stored inside opened wide, forming the shape of the letter “X”. Inside, the mucous membrane was a sickly red color, with countless constantly moving chewing teeth that grew in a radial pattern.
The Grave Digger was probably a mutant of a small arthropod such as a millipede or a hookworm which had grown up in soil contaminated by the chemicals and the T-Virus discharged from Umbrella's research facility.
Its body length easily exceeded ten meters. As a result of repeated molting in an incredibly short period of time due to the increased metabolic function caused by the virus, it grew to a size that surpassed all land-dwelling creatures, let alone insects.
And the energy required to maintain its huge body could no longer be supplemented by small animals and insects in the soil. The only way to satisfy its exponentially growing hunger as its body grew was to feed on prey with substantial amounts of meat, that is, to prey on humans in this urban area.
Countless human bodies - living, dead, and Zombies - must've already been swallowed up and digested by this giant insect. It was truly the image of a ravenous king that reigned over the underground of the city of the dead.
Jill had encountered this insect three days ago and had barely escaped. The giant insect's reappearance evoked a physiological sense of disgust, Jill felt a shiver that felt like it was pulling her spine out of her back.
With no other choice, she fires an explosive round from the grenade launcher she has poised at her waist towards the thing's brown-red body. The weapon was originally designed to deal with urban crime, so the explosive force of the blast is reduced, but it's still extremely lethal to living things. If it were to hit directly, it'd be no surprise if the insect's body were torn apart, making it dangerous.
However---
Despite being enveloped in the flash of the explosion, not a single scratch could be seen on the Grave Digger's skin. Its thick, elastic flesh and exoskeleton, which had mutated to allow it to freely crawl underground with its incredible mass, had acquired a level of bulletproof and blast-resistant performance that far exceeded human imagination.
While being horrified by the giant insect that showed no sign of flinching, Jill instinctively avoided its approaching fangs. Even if it was hopeless, she had no intention of meekly being eaten. Although she didn't know how effective it'd be, if the outside didn't work, the beautiful warrior immediately decided on a new plan: to fire explosive rounds into the insatiably writhing mucous membrane of its mouth.
A subsequent explosion announced the start of the battle's second round---
Even in this city that had become hell on earth, it was a phenomenon so unbelievable it was hard to believe.
The small cemetery attached to Raccoon Park, measuring about 20 meters on each side--- the whole area had been hit by a sinkhole several meters deep.
Updrafts caused by the fires that had broken out across all of Raccoon City had brought cold rain to the city over the course of a day or two. This influx of rainwater had loosened the hard, dry ground, but the subsidence was at a scale so unnatural and sudden it was unthinkable under normal circumstances.
The only person who witnessed the true cause of the phenomenon was Jill, who was caught up in the unexpected sinkhole as she tried to pass through the graveyard.
No, it was no coincidence. In order to capture Jill--- fresh, living prey that was now a rare commodity in Raccoon City--- the silent graveyard of the dead was mercilessly transformed into a subterranean cage, revealing the mud beneath.
The monster appeared with a rumbling noise as Jill, still shaken from the sudden subsidence, looked on.
Under the white light of the still barely working streetlights, a pillar of flesh like a giant tree split the earth and rose up into the pitch-black sky. It towered to the very limit then started to wriggle and writhe, twisting its whole body as if it were unraveling and turning its flat, rounded tip towards Jill.
A small hole appeared in the center of the cylinder, which was over a meter in diameter--- the next moment, the outer skin that had been covering the tip of the head burst open like a balloon. That moment, four huge fangs that had been stored inside opened wide, forming the shape of the letter “X”. Inside, the mucous membrane was a sickly red color, with countless constantly moving chewing teeth that grew in a radial pattern.
The Grave Digger was probably a mutant of a small arthropod such as a millipede or a hookworm which had grown up in soil contaminated by the chemicals and the T-Virus discharged from Umbrella's research facility.
Its body length easily exceeded ten meters. As a result of repeated molting in an incredibly short period of time due to the increased metabolic function caused by the virus, it grew to a size that surpassed all land-dwelling creatures, let alone insects.
And the energy required to maintain its huge body could no longer be supplemented by small animals and insects in the soil. The only way to satisfy its exponentially growing hunger as its body grew was to feed on prey with substantial amounts of meat, that is, to prey on humans in this urban area.
Countless human bodies - living, dead, and Zombies - must've already been swallowed up and digested by this giant insect. It was truly the image of a ravenous king that reigned over the underground of the city of the dead.
Jill had encountered this insect three days ago and had barely escaped. The giant insect's reappearance evoked a physiological sense of disgust, Jill felt a shiver that felt like it was pulling her spine out of her back.
With no other choice, she fires an explosive round from the grenade launcher she has poised at her waist towards the thing's brown-red body. The weapon was originally designed to deal with urban crime, so the explosive force of the blast is reduced, but it's still extremely lethal to living things. If it were to hit directly, it'd be no surprise if the insect's body were torn apart, making it dangerous.
However---
Despite being enveloped in the flash of the explosion, not a single scratch could be seen on the Grave Digger's skin. Its thick, elastic flesh and exoskeleton, which had mutated to allow it to freely crawl underground with its incredible mass, had acquired a level of bulletproof and blast-resistant performance that far exceeded human imagination.
While being horrified by the giant insect that showed no sign of flinching, Jill instinctively avoided its approaching fangs. Even if it was hopeless, she had no intention of meekly being eaten. Although she didn't know how effective it'd be, if the outside didn't work, the beautiful warrior immediately decided on a new plan: to fire explosive rounds into the insatiably writhing mucous membrane of its mouth.
A subsequent explosion announced the start of the battle's second round---
DISUSED PLANT IMAGE STORY Conqueror of Nemesis
A gut-wrenching roar echoes through the cubic space of the electronically locked large-scale chemical processing room, from which there's no escape.
The Pursuer, shaking as if trying to suppress a power threatening to destroy him from within, his throat faces the ceiling as he screams repeatedly, as if he were a beast in mating season competing for courtship using his size.
Jill was calmly facing the Grim Reaper, brushing aside the cries of mad love being hurled at her, with only a slight frown.
There was no longer any excessive fear or hatred in her heart. This worst-case scenario of being trapped with the Pursuer had actually helped her regain her composure.
The Pursuer no longer retained the original form that reminded her of a black-clad executioner. The gunshot wounds and burns he sustained in his repeated encounters with Jill and Carlos, as well as the shock from a high-voltage current, served as triggers that transformed his immortal body into something even more powerful.
Around the upper body, where its keloid-like skin was exposed, numerous tentacles coiled and burrowed like poisonous snakes tearing at the body--- at the end of the right arm they transformed into several whips, wriggling as if with a will of their own. Its exposed medulla oblongata swelled with a purple lump that served as the mother of these tentacles, repeatedly undulating in a monstrous manner, like a pump circulating blood flow.
The Pursuer now resembled a grotesque marionette puppeteered by the tentacles' strings. And that image also accurately expressed the monster's essence, which could never be conquered no matter how many times it was repelled.
The part of the Pursuer that was its brain was in fact this bumpy protrusion. A composite life-form created by implanting a parasitic organism developed under the name “Nemesis” into the body of “Tyrant”, the ultimate form of a bioweapon created by Umbrella using the T-Virus, to compensate for the the biggest bottleneck of intelligence level--- it was truly the ultimate answer technology that breached the realm of madness had led to.
Jill doesn't understand the mechanics of this aberrant creature.
But she already understands the deformed being howling before her is an improved version of the Tyrant she previously fought a deadly battle with in the Mansion Incident. The truth that even this monster, which took Brad's life and relentlessly pursues her, is ultimately a pitiful victim who has had their human life taken from them.
Without hatred or anger, thinking only of survival, Jill raises the S&W M629C.
With no emotion, she aimed at the Pursuer's chest and pulled the trigger. The 44-caliber magnum bullet with a generous amount of explosive material exploded in the cylinder as the soft lead bullet with a knife-slit at the tip flew out of the muzzle with tremendous energy.
It deforms upon impact, spreading inside the body to tear flesh and crush bones. A bullet she'd adjusted to deliberately reduce its penetrative power and more efficiently destroy its target--- but even the impact of the magnum, which would've blown a human being away like being hit by a giant fist, is absorbed by the Pursuer with only a slight swaying of its massive body.
Before Jill could pull the trigger again, the Pursuer's right arm swung back with a loud crack. She quickly relaxed her stance and dropped to the floor as a bundle of whips whizzed past her head, leaving heavy scrapes. It was a blow that could've killed her if it struck her in the head, a blow that could've broken her neck.
As she felt cold sweat running down her back, Jill continued firing bullets at the Pursuer which loses his balance from the force of the impact. Fear is a poison that leads to despair. If she could just bite down on that and kill it, then this monster isn't unconquerable--- she believes that.
She's determined to escape Raccoon City as its end approaches--- this'll be the last time she runs away. Its 100,000 deceased citizens appeal to Jill, crying out for her to bite into Umbrella's throat and avenge their deaths. It's now her turn to bare her fangs.
Boiling processing liquid that breaks down all kinds of harmful substances spurts out from the piping running along the wall. Having been exposed to it and covered in white smoke, the Pursuer lets out a roar of anger. Its skin melts and sloughs off as its tentacles suddenly become weak.
The glimmer of victory Jill saw there made her let out a short battle cry---
A gut-wrenching roar echoes through the cubic space of the electronically locked large-scale chemical processing room, from which there's no escape.
The Pursuer, shaking as if trying to suppress a power threatening to destroy him from within, his throat faces the ceiling as he screams repeatedly, as if he were a beast in mating season competing for courtship using his size.
Jill was calmly facing the Grim Reaper, brushing aside the cries of mad love being hurled at her, with only a slight frown.
There was no longer any excessive fear or hatred in her heart. This worst-case scenario of being trapped with the Pursuer had actually helped her regain her composure.
The Pursuer no longer retained the original form that reminded her of a black-clad executioner. The gunshot wounds and burns he sustained in his repeated encounters with Jill and Carlos, as well as the shock from a high-voltage current, served as triggers that transformed his immortal body into something even more powerful.
Around the upper body, where its keloid-like skin was exposed, numerous tentacles coiled and burrowed like poisonous snakes tearing at the body--- at the end of the right arm they transformed into several whips, wriggling as if with a will of their own. Its exposed medulla oblongata swelled with a purple lump that served as the mother of these tentacles, repeatedly undulating in a monstrous manner, like a pump circulating blood flow.
The Pursuer now resembled a grotesque marionette puppeteered by the tentacles' strings. And that image also accurately expressed the monster's essence, which could never be conquered no matter how many times it was repelled.
The part of the Pursuer that was its brain was in fact this bumpy protrusion. A composite life-form created by implanting a parasitic organism developed under the name “Nemesis” into the body of “Tyrant”, the ultimate form of a bioweapon created by Umbrella using the T-Virus, to compensate for the the biggest bottleneck of intelligence level--- it was truly the ultimate answer technology that breached the realm of madness had led to.
Jill doesn't understand the mechanics of this aberrant creature.
But she already understands the deformed being howling before her is an improved version of the Tyrant she previously fought a deadly battle with in the Mansion Incident. The truth that even this monster, which took Brad's life and relentlessly pursues her, is ultimately a pitiful victim who has had their human life taken from them.
Without hatred or anger, thinking only of survival, Jill raises the S&W M629C.
With no emotion, she aimed at the Pursuer's chest and pulled the trigger. The 44-caliber magnum bullet with a generous amount of explosive material exploded in the cylinder as the soft lead bullet with a knife-slit at the tip flew out of the muzzle with tremendous energy.
It deforms upon impact, spreading inside the body to tear flesh and crush bones. A bullet she'd adjusted to deliberately reduce its penetrative power and more efficiently destroy its target--- but even the impact of the magnum, which would've blown a human being away like being hit by a giant fist, is absorbed by the Pursuer with only a slight swaying of its massive body.
Before Jill could pull the trigger again, the Pursuer's right arm swung back with a loud crack. She quickly relaxed her stance and dropped to the floor as a bundle of whips whizzed past her head, leaving heavy scrapes. It was a blow that could've killed her if it struck her in the head, a blow that could've broken her neck.
As she felt cold sweat running down her back, Jill continued firing bullets at the Pursuer which loses his balance from the force of the impact. Fear is a poison that leads to despair. If she could just bite down on that and kill it, then this monster isn't unconquerable--- she believes that.
She's determined to escape Raccoon City as its end approaches--- this'll be the last time she runs away. Its 100,000 deceased citizens appeal to Jill, crying out for her to bite into Umbrella's throat and avenge their deaths. It's now her turn to bare her fangs.
Boiling processing liquid that breaks down all kinds of harmful substances spurts out from the piping running along the wall. Having been exposed to it and covered in white smoke, the Pursuer lets out a roar of anger. Its skin melts and sloughs off as its tentacles suddenly become weak.
The glimmer of victory Jill saw there made her let out a short battle cry---
CHAPTER.2 / MONSTER FILES
ZOMBIE (p.062)
After a large quantity of it leaked into the sewage system, the T-Virus was spread exponentially by rats and insects, resulting in a biohazard of unprecedented scale in Raccoon City. People affected by the T-Virus suffer from skin necrosis and blood congestion, and after periodic bouts of confusion, eventually succumb to a half-dead state in which their brains have been eaten away and they've lost the ability to reason and think. By this time, skin on the entire body has started to rot away due to abnormal metabolic functions, with them appearing just like the "living dead" depicted in movies and novels--- in other words, Zombies themselves. In reality, they wander the streets in search of fresh human flesh, driven solely by their intense hunger.
from DEVELOPMENT STAFF
Since the game's main focus is on urban areas, we've included many variations of Zombies, such as office worker Zombies, fat Zombies, and Zombies crawling out of their graves. In the early stages of development, we wanted to make butcher Zombies with knives and office worker Zombies carrying bags and wandering the city, but we ended up rejecting those ideas.
ZOMBIE DOG (p.064)
Dogs are one of the most familiar animals to humans, possessing the intelligence to perform a variety of tasks and serve as partners if trained to do so. However, they're essentially carnivorous beasts with powerful fangs a bare-handed human can't compete with. And thus, dogs affected by the T-Virus and zombified are starving, ravenous beasts that no longer recognize humans as companions, only as food. These Zombie Dogs prowling the city's streets are mere shadows of the former police dogs raised at the Raccoon Police Department. Since they were originally Dobermans bred for combat, they haven't lost any of their muscular strength, so unlike human Zombies they retain their normal agility.
GIANT SPIDER (p.065)
Among those in the arthropod class which includes insects that prosper all over the Earth, the spider family's a successful species. The reason's variety. Spider species are distributed from dry desert zones to tropical jungles and cold regions, amounting to about 30,000 just currently confirmed kinds. They show a capability for extraordinary environmental adaptation. They also fully demonstrate this adaptation ability once again under the influence of the T-Virus. They became ferocious and grew massive so they aren't easily killed by other creatures, evolving into a new species and more rapidly intensifying their venomous nature. The reason there's no change in appearance may be that the spider's form is already perfect.
ZOMBIE (p.062)
After a large quantity of it leaked into the sewage system, the T-Virus was spread exponentially by rats and insects, resulting in a biohazard of unprecedented scale in Raccoon City. People affected by the T-Virus suffer from skin necrosis and blood congestion, and after periodic bouts of confusion, eventually succumb to a half-dead state in which their brains have been eaten away and they've lost the ability to reason and think. By this time, skin on the entire body has started to rot away due to abnormal metabolic functions, with them appearing just like the "living dead" depicted in movies and novels--- in other words, Zombies themselves. In reality, they wander the streets in search of fresh human flesh, driven solely by their intense hunger.
from DEVELOPMENT STAFF
Since the game's main focus is on urban areas, we've included many variations of Zombies, such as office worker Zombies, fat Zombies, and Zombies crawling out of their graves. In the early stages of development, we wanted to make butcher Zombies with knives and office worker Zombies carrying bags and wandering the city, but we ended up rejecting those ideas.
ZOMBIE DOG (p.064)
Dogs are one of the most familiar animals to humans, possessing the intelligence to perform a variety of tasks and serve as partners if trained to do so. However, they're essentially carnivorous beasts with powerful fangs a bare-handed human can't compete with. And thus, dogs affected by the T-Virus and zombified are starving, ravenous beasts that no longer recognize humans as companions, only as food. These Zombie Dogs prowling the city's streets are mere shadows of the former police dogs raised at the Raccoon Police Department. Since they were originally Dobermans bred for combat, they haven't lost any of their muscular strength, so unlike human Zombies they retain their normal agility.
GIANT SPIDER (p.065)
Among those in the arthropod class which includes insects that prosper all over the Earth, the spider family's a successful species. The reason's variety. Spider species are distributed from dry desert zones to tropical jungles and cold regions, amounting to about 30,000 just currently confirmed kinds. They show a capability for extraordinary environmental adaptation. They also fully demonstrate this adaptation ability once again under the influence of the T-Virus. They became ferocious and grew massive so they aren't easily killed by other creatures, evolving into a new species and more rapidly intensifying their venomous nature. The reason there's no change in appearance may be that the spider's form is already perfect.
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DRAIN DEIMOS (p.066-067)
This mutant's generally called "DD" and was originally a small blood sucker living on the skin of animals. By ingesting the body fluids of infected animals, it was secondarily infected with the T-Virus which allowed it to grow at an astonishing speed through exuviations, and in the end, it grew to a hundred times its regular size, to the size of a human. Human cerebrospinal fluid's the main nutrient source of the DD imago and it uses a sharp acerate mouth to stab a human's cervical vertebra, killing the victim almost immediately. This creature prefers dark and wet places like narrow alleyways, and despite being asexual, it can morph itself into a female after it obtains sufficient nutrients, so mono-propagation is its reproduction method. from DEVELOPMENT STAFF I designed it by request for "a monster able to utilize three-dimensional space", based on an insect jumping and moving on walls and ceilings. Its motif was a flea. It's hard to see but when attacked, sometimes its arms will be blown off. And please be careful with it, as it lays eggs. |
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BRAIN SUCKER (p.068-069)
The Brain Sucker's an "irregular mutant" similar to DD, but has two protruding heads. Since its appearance has a clear distinction with reptilians, it can't simply be considered a DD subspecies. Originally speculated to be a kind of flea, differentiation was caused due to it parasitizing different animals. This means when an insect consumes a T-Virus infected animal's flesh, it can mutate into a totally different creature as a result of differences in DNA from the host. In comparison to DD which extracts body fluids, the Brain Sucker feeds directly on the human brain. Its two tongues mutated into a form suitable for breaking its victim's skulls. from DEVELOPMENT STAFF I designed it with the image of two entangled monsters. Initially this monster's color was orange with black and when standing and attacking it looked like the mystery man who appears in Kamen Rider (the impression of its whole body wrapped in an orange costume to black head-to-foot tights), and I made various alterations and reached the current design. |
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SLIDING WORM (p.071)
During the Raccoon City incident, the "Grave Digger" laid hundreds of eggs in the city's ground and sewers. In order to survive in these excessively merciless environments, these eggs incubate in about two hours and grow to about one meter in length. The larva's called "Sliding Worm" and has four small but very sharp fangs the same shape as the adult. Its body's very bouncy which allows it to leap in order to attack humans. It uses its fangs to bite a person's skin and extract blood. A single worm can extract at most one liter of blood at a time, and when the worms attack as a swarm, their prey will instantly die of excessive blood loss. If a larva can absorb nutrition, it'll grow to a giant size like the Grave Digger in a week's time. from DEVELOPMENT STAFF The Grave Digger was initially designed with tentacles protruding out of the mouth, but it went wrong in the production process and became the Grave Digger's larva (children). It discolors slightly red when it sucks the player's blood. |
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HUNTER β (p.072)
The Hunter's the B.O.W. that achieved results closest to success in the "Mansion Incident" with its superior combat capabilities and the intelligence to handle very simple commands (eliminate all people encountered, etc). Since low cost cloning was easy, emphasis was placed on performance enhancement as the next flagship Umbrella product, with further accumulated genetic modifications giving rise to this β model. Compared to the α model that was a trial production type, its offensive abilities slightly declined and its appearance became more repulsive, although improvements to its nervous system noticeably elevated its characteristic agility, realizing astounding explosive power that even makes it capable of dodging gunfire. About twenty were released into Raccoon City for the purpose of a final test before mass-production. from DEVELOPMENT STAFF The concept in this design is the same as the Hunter α in "BIO1" and I designed it to emphasize features like its claws and evil impression in its appearance. By the way, the Hunter's headhunting is great this time, but its left arm's dominant now so the left hand's bigger. |
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HUNTER γ (p.074)
While the Hunter α and β models were developed under the direction of the American research teams, the uniquely shaped γ model popularly called "Frogger" was created independently by a European Umbrella lab using their expertise. Going against the conventional concept, they daringly used an amphibian as the base for the fertilized egg and added human genes in the culture process, and contrary to most expectations, its intelligence reached a level favorably comparable with the β model. Due to its amphibious traits however, it seems vulnerable to dehydration and direct sunlight, a lack of versatility that makes it harder to commercialize, so it now being sent into Raccoon City appears to strongly imply a show of force by the European branch. from DEVELOPMENT STAFF The Hunter γ's a monster whose model was made in advance. In the initial stage it was designed with blue blood vessels running from head to toe on a white body, but when I handled it the texture didn't appear on the polygon model well, leading to its current stage. It comes with the "Hunter" name but it's closer to an amphibian than a reptile, its eyes degenerated and it's also toothless and swallows prey whole. |
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GRAVE DIGGER (p.076)
While virus and bioweapons development progressed in the Umbrella Raccoon City Laboratory, it was accompanied by the production of a vast amount of waste matter and contaminated materials that far exceeded the disposal plant's capacity for breaking it down and steadily leaked into the soil around the city since an early stage. This giant creature, reaching ten meters in total length, was an underground dwelling arthropod species, and with its entire habitat area seriously contaminated, it mutated far beyond imagination as a result of constantly ingesting the T-Virus. It's believed to likely satisfy its hunger by digging up the corpses of victims who succumbed to this biohazard and were hastily buried without being cremated beneath the cemetery in Raccoon Park, digging into them at will just as its name, Grave Digger, suggests. from DEVELOPMENT STAFF It's the first decided monster I designed in response to a request for a huge earthworm-like monster that emerges from the soil to attack. However it took a lot of effort to create and there were many problems during production. Initially tentacles came out of the Grave Digger's mouth and were planned to grab guns while Jill fired away, but... |
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NEMESIS 1ST FORM (p.078)
The latest B.O.W. which resolved significant intelligence decline, a side-effect of the T-Virus, by enabling external control of the brain through the parasitic organism "NE-α Type", commonly known as Nemesis. The base was a mass-produced Tyrant model with a certain inherent degree of perfection, but under the influence of the cell activating composition secreted by the dominant Nemesis, it transformed into something more monstrous. Its faculties for thought are remarkably heightened compared with conventional B.O.W.'s, capable of continuously carrying out a mission through self-judgement and even able to properly use weapons requiring specialized knowledge, such as a rocket launcher, according to the situation. The coat wrapped around its entire body's blastproof and bulletproof while also playing the role of a straitjacket to curb the worst case scenario of it going out of control. from DEVELOPMENT STAFF I designed it when the director asked for "a rough guy who attacks with weapons and has an intimidating build" in order to express the fear of pursuit. We made a parasite to characterize it and it's assumed to be a test subject with its stitchings and exposed muscles. 
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NEMESIS 2ND FORM (p.079)
Although the Pursuer "Nemesis-T Type" acquired a regenerative ability far exceeding a normal Tyrant as a result of the Nemesis parasite's secretions, it's difficult to say its genetic code's stable in relation to the two creatures coexisting, so in the process of healing damage to its body, mutations progress at an increasing rate. With this second form where the coat on the upper half of its body's been lost due to accumulated damage, it's noticeable the tentacles, released from their restraint, became larger and make it more aggressive, while moreover, the enlargement of the Nemesis' body itself, which invaded the central nervous system and brain stem from the medulla oblongata, can be seen as it trying to adapt to a critical situation. Its arms no longer have a form suitable for using firearms and its multiple tentacles outweigh them as a means for powerful attacks. from DEVELOPMENT STAFF The Pursuer has three types from the first form to the third form, but it's not a transmutative metamorphosis as an evolutionary process like "G" in "BIO2", its transformations are merely absolutely influenced by damage. By the way, its coat comes off in the second form and its restricted tentacles are released and it becomes stronger. 
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NEMESIS 3RD FORM (p.080)
Through damage and resistance improvements, the Nemesis-T Type appeared to solve the fatal weapon defects of intelligence decline as well as dramatic change of form due to excessive damage, which often occurred in the Tyrant. However if the brain of the synchronized Tyrant's destroyed, its survival instinct's believed to exceed the control bestowed for Umbrella, so all control becomes impossible in this berserk form. Its appearance no longer retains the Tyrant's original shape. Its damaged limbs are substituted by its abnormally developed tentacles, and as for the head, the Nemesis itself forms an organ for predation and ingestion. The cells of the Tyrant and Nemesis each struggle for control, distorting and transforming it, and the strongly acidic toxic pus it continuously scatters is believed to have absorbed the processing room's waste fluid from blebs on its back, swelling up in its shoulder. It's reduced to a bizarre-looking monster left with a single thought of S.T.A.R.S.--- eliminating Jill.
from DEVELOPMENT STAFF
The design that troubled me most by trying to show its evil impression as much as possible. It mightn't be noticeable during the game but the parasite cells replicated abnormally in the Pursuer's body so the third form became huge, its body reversed and became a quadrupedal form facing upward on its back (the long tusk-like things protruding from its back in the third form are ribs protruding from the chest).
"NE-α TYPE" PARASITE & "NEMESIS-T TYPE" (p.081)
By examining the valuable combat data provided by the Mansion Incident, Umbrella's bioweapon research teams recognized the fact most B.O.W.'s created using the T-Virus possessed only low intelligence and were presently insufficient as "products."
Even the Tyrant, regarded as a perfect ultimate life-form, was unable to adequately execute orders--- In the face of these results, the research teams of each branch respectively sought out possibilities for improving intelligence through different approaches. Having continued research for some time, one of these answers was presented by the European branch under headquarters' direct control, a unique and devilish biological remodeling process said to place the brain under total control while strengthening a B.O.W.'s capabilities, by allowing an organism of an entirely new species to parasitize it.
Then, the parasite "NE-α Type" was developed--- known as Nemesis. When this is transplanted into a bioweapon's spinal cord at a cellular level, it ingests the internal T-Virus cells to grow then forms a unique brain near the medulla oblongata. At the same time, it invades the central nervous system and destroys the host's frontal lobe, modifying the neural network to link its own brain with all remaining brain functions. Through this, Nemesis becomes responsible for cerebration in place of the host and completely controls the body as its own.
In addition, an interesting report was made concerning a Nemesis-T Type test subject, in which this was transplanted into the latest Tyrant. In this case, it gained a sense of self during the Nemesis culture process and attempted to escape the facility with others. That proved the test subject's intelligence was drastically improved, and suggests a risk a B.O.W. could become a new intelligent organism and rebel against humanity.
At such a time, could mankind survive---?
Through damage and resistance improvements, the Nemesis-T Type appeared to solve the fatal weapon defects of intelligence decline as well as dramatic change of form due to excessive damage, which often occurred in the Tyrant. However if the brain of the synchronized Tyrant's destroyed, its survival instinct's believed to exceed the control bestowed for Umbrella, so all control becomes impossible in this berserk form. Its appearance no longer retains the Tyrant's original shape. Its damaged limbs are substituted by its abnormally developed tentacles, and as for the head, the Nemesis itself forms an organ for predation and ingestion. The cells of the Tyrant and Nemesis each struggle for control, distorting and transforming it, and the strongly acidic toxic pus it continuously scatters is believed to have absorbed the processing room's waste fluid from blebs on its back, swelling up in its shoulder. It's reduced to a bizarre-looking monster left with a single thought of S.T.A.R.S.--- eliminating Jill.
from DEVELOPMENT STAFF
The design that troubled me most by trying to show its evil impression as much as possible. It mightn't be noticeable during the game but the parasite cells replicated abnormally in the Pursuer's body so the third form became huge, its body reversed and became a quadrupedal form facing upward on its back (the long tusk-like things protruding from its back in the third form are ribs protruding from the chest).
"NE-α TYPE" PARASITE & "NEMESIS-T TYPE" (p.081)
By examining the valuable combat data provided by the Mansion Incident, Umbrella's bioweapon research teams recognized the fact most B.O.W.'s created using the T-Virus possessed only low intelligence and were presently insufficient as "products."
Even the Tyrant, regarded as a perfect ultimate life-form, was unable to adequately execute orders--- In the face of these results, the research teams of each branch respectively sought out possibilities for improving intelligence through different approaches. Having continued research for some time, one of these answers was presented by the European branch under headquarters' direct control, a unique and devilish biological remodeling process said to place the brain under total control while strengthening a B.O.W.'s capabilities, by allowing an organism of an entirely new species to parasitize it.
Then, the parasite "NE-α Type" was developed--- known as Nemesis. When this is transplanted into a bioweapon's spinal cord at a cellular level, it ingests the internal T-Virus cells to grow then forms a unique brain near the medulla oblongata. At the same time, it invades the central nervous system and destroys the host's frontal lobe, modifying the neural network to link its own brain with all remaining brain functions. Through this, Nemesis becomes responsible for cerebration in place of the host and completely controls the body as its own.
In addition, an interesting report was made concerning a Nemesis-T Type test subject, in which this was transplanted into the latest Tyrant. In this case, it gained a sense of self during the Nemesis culture process and attempted to escape the facility with others. That proved the test subject's intelligence was drastically improved, and suggests a risk a B.O.W. could become a new intelligent organism and rebel against humanity.
At such a time, could mankind survive---?
CHAPTER.7 / EXTRA FILES / FILE I Character Profiles
JILL VALENTINE (p.334)
Personal Data
Height: 166cm / Weight: 49kg / Age: 23 / Blood type: B
Nationality: United States of America
Attached to: R.P.D. Special Forces S.T.A.R.S.
Special Skill: Explosive ordnance disposal, lock-picking
Remarks: Completed US Special Forces Delta Force training course
Supervisor's Report
A beautiful female warrior with an indomitable will
It's hard to imagine from her neat appearance, but she already possesses survival skills comparable to front-line mercenaries. This may be due to the harsh experience she faced during the Mansion Incident, fostering in her an ability to adapt to emergencies even better than normal people. She's believed to have had the skills to be selected for the elite unit S.T.A.R.S., who are chosen from across public, private, and regional boundaries. Although she has a tendency to be impulsive in many ways, her attitude of never giving up and trying to find a way to get things done without losing sight of her basic objective foreshadows the possibility of her continuing to be a bold obstacle to Umbrella's plans in the future.
CARLOS OLIVEIRA (p.335)
Personal Data
Height: 182cm / Weight: 83kg / Age: 21 / Blood type: O
Nationality: South America (Details are unclear.)
Attached to: U.B.C.S. D Platoon A Squad Corporal
Special Skill: Weapons maintenance and local procurement, piloting helicopter and Cessna aircraft
Remarks: South American communist guerrilla organization member
Supervisor's Report
A young veteran who has lived as a guerrilla
He was originally a war criminal and exiled soldier sentenced to life imprisonment and capital punishment, then forced to enlist in the organized U.B.C.S. in exchange for mitigating his charges, and he's young enough to be called its youngest member. Since childhood, he committed himself to an anti-government communist guerrilla organization based in a certain South American country, so to ascertain his capabilities, the fact he's spent more time than he looks as a soldier shouldn't be forgotten. Since he also survived when the organization was completely wiped out due to a mop-up by government troops, a mercenary coordinator evaluated his tenacious survival skills and scouted him into the U.B.C.S. In addition, it's thought he changed his name and face in order to erase his past.
▲ Due to his youth, he can appear cowardly under desperate situations, but surprisingly possesses the courage to actively deal with crises he faces.
MIKHAIL VICTOR (p.336)
Personal Data
Height: 178cm / Weight: 98kg / Age: 45 / Blood type: A
Nationality: Now Saint Petersburg, Russian Federation
Attached to: U.B.C.S. D Platoon Leader
Special Skills: Terrorism planning and execution
Remarks: Former Soviet Union Army Captain
Supervisor's Report
A too-kind commander who believes in rebellion
Entrusted with the 30-man D Platoon, it's an undoubted fact he's an excellent commander within the meritocratic U.B.C.S. His military career prior to enlisting was something special, in spite of even being promoted to Captain in the former Soviet Union military, he unceremoniously retired from service after the federation's collapse and suddenly took part in the independence movement of the ethnic minority his wife belonged to, succeeding in many acts of terrorism as the leader of a guerrilla organization. The reason Mikhail consented to a position in the U.B.C.S., despite his rebellious spirit, was conditional upon clemency for his compatriots who were arrested alongside him. He tries to protect others, even by abandoning his cause, and with most of his subordinates losing their lives in combat in Raccoon City, it was surely a nightmare for him.
▲ Mikhail's angry over the loss of his subordinates and directs his hatred towards the Zombies. Although he's a capable commander, he's somewhat sentimental and cares nothing for his own life.
NIKOLAI ZINOVIEV (p.337)
Personal Data
Height: 187cm / Weight: 102kg / Age: 35 / Blood type: A
Nationality: Now Moscow, Russian Federation
Attached to: U.B.C.S. D Platoon B Squad Leader
Special Skills: Trap placement, hand-to-hand combat, assassination, etc
Remarks: Former Soviet Union Spetsnaz Special Forces Sergeant
Supervisor's Report
A ruthless giant who returns from any battlefield
There's almost nothing clarified regarding his career. What has become clear's only the fact that during the Cold War era prior to the Soviet Union's collapse, he was a member of the Spetsnaz special forces and secretly maneuvered in sabotage and VIP killings around the world, relishing an utmost evil reputation. With the advanced training he received at the time, Nikolai's skills as a soldier reached an exceptional level and he possessed the techniques and knowledge to deal with any situation on the battlefield, from woodland to urban combat, martial arts, installing and disarming booby traps, and the art of assassination. There were thus many cases where he was the only one to return in ops where the unit was wiped out, so it seems just as a soldier within the unit, he has a poor reputation for reliability.
▲ Without hesitation, he shoots and kills Murphy as he was starting to turn into a Zombie. He's ruthless in cutting down any obstacles to his own survival.
TYRELL PATRICK (p.338)
Personal Data
Height: 185cm / Weight: 90kg / Age: 32 / Blood type: AB
Nationality: Republic of Suriname
Attached to: U.B.C.S. B Platoon A Squad
Special Skill: Side Business
Remarks: French Foreign Legion member, immigrated from the Netherlands
Supervisor's Report
A mercenary with no morals and a keen business sense
Despite being highly capable for a mercenary, his money-minded obsession seems unusually strong, and at the time he belonged to the French Foreign Legion, he used his position to dabble in a side business of heavy weapons smuggling. As a result, these weapons were used for genocide and his illegal sales were discovered, and though he was sentenced to life imprisonment after being discharged, he was a clever operator and actively contacted a mercenary coordinator himself and endorsed a special measure of release subject to enlisting in the U.B.C.S. A talented man devoid of convictions like himself, whose only criterion's money, could be called a very convenient pawn for an employer.
MURPHY SEEKER (p.338)
Personal Data
Height: 191cm / Weight: 82kg / Age: 27 / Blood type: B
Nationality: United States of America
Attached to: U.B.C.S. A Platoon A Squad
Special Skill: Sniping
Remarks: U.S. Marine Corps Member
Supervisor's Report
A sniper with a warm heart and a fierce temperament
Although he has a slightly shy personality for a soldier, he has a fierce past where in order to retaliate against a street gang for mercilessly murdering his brother, he shot 20 members of the organization one after another with a hunting rifle. His god-like sniper skills, referred to as first-class within the Marine Corps, caught the eye of a coordinator who rescued him from serving life imprisonment, and he joined the U.B.C.S. Since he drank T-Virus contaminated water following the unit's annihilation in Raccoon City, he faced his best friend Carlos and begged to be shot before he became a Zombie, displaying a readiness to die as a man.
BRAD VICKERS (p.339)
Personal Data
Height: 183cm / Weight: 84.5kg / Age: 38 / Blood type: O
Nationality: United States of America
Affiliation: R.P.D. Special Forces S.T.A.R.S.
Special Skill: Helicopter Pilot
Remarks: Chemical Protection Personnel
Supervisor's Report
A weak-minded man who refused to fight
One of the survivors of the Mansion Incident who belonged to the S.T.A.R.S. A (Alpha) Team like Jill, but unlike the other surviving members, he was a pilot in charge of the helicopter and wasn't directly involved with the incident itself. As a result, he was seen in a rather frightened state in Raccoon City as it was flooded with Zombies, and after sensing the Pursuer's presence, he also completely lost himself to his innate cowardice. He's intrinsically not a back-boned type and kept his distance from the other S.T.A.R.S. members after the Mansion Incident, appearing to show no willingness to pursue Umbrella.
SUPERVISORS - THOSE WHO BECAME THE EYES OF UMBRELLA (p.339)
Several people charged with special missions, called "Supervisors", were sent inside the U.B.C.S. They're special agents under the direct command of Umbrella executives, their existence unknown to ordinary members. The Supervisors' mission in Raccoon City is to gather valuable data under the unique difficult to obtain situation of the most unprecedented large-scale biohazard in history.
Collecting or destroying samples and data left in medical facilities and laboratories, field surveys of mutant creatures and virus contaminated organisms including Zombies, and combat record reports before the annihilation of the U.B.C.S. who were sacrificed to obtain combat data, etc.--- point being, they're not allies for the general members to trust.
They're Umbrella's living surveillance cameras, calmly observing the ways in which guinea pigs die. In addition to being administered superior virus antibodies, a relay base for many means of escape and outside communication was covertly arranged by Umbrella agents who infiltrated the city beforehand.
Due to such duties, Supervisors have more exceptional careers than general U.B.C.S. members, and moreover, the only ones selected are those who can be controlled through financial reward, lacking any sense of justice or morality. However there are some who seem to want to take advantage of the chaos in order to eliminate all other Supervisors to sell their data at a high price.
JILL VALENTINE (p.334)
Personal Data
Height: 166cm / Weight: 49kg / Age: 23 / Blood type: B
Nationality: United States of America
Attached to: R.P.D. Special Forces S.T.A.R.S.
Special Skill: Explosive ordnance disposal, lock-picking
Remarks: Completed US Special Forces Delta Force training course
Supervisor's Report
A beautiful female warrior with an indomitable will
It's hard to imagine from her neat appearance, but she already possesses survival skills comparable to front-line mercenaries. This may be due to the harsh experience she faced during the Mansion Incident, fostering in her an ability to adapt to emergencies even better than normal people. She's believed to have had the skills to be selected for the elite unit S.T.A.R.S., who are chosen from across public, private, and regional boundaries. Although she has a tendency to be impulsive in many ways, her attitude of never giving up and trying to find a way to get things done without losing sight of her basic objective foreshadows the possibility of her continuing to be a bold obstacle to Umbrella's plans in the future.
CARLOS OLIVEIRA (p.335)
Personal Data
Height: 182cm / Weight: 83kg / Age: 21 / Blood type: O
Nationality: South America (Details are unclear.)
Attached to: U.B.C.S. D Platoon A Squad Corporal
Special Skill: Weapons maintenance and local procurement, piloting helicopter and Cessna aircraft
Remarks: South American communist guerrilla organization member
Supervisor's Report
A young veteran who has lived as a guerrilla
He was originally a war criminal and exiled soldier sentenced to life imprisonment and capital punishment, then forced to enlist in the organized U.B.C.S. in exchange for mitigating his charges, and he's young enough to be called its youngest member. Since childhood, he committed himself to an anti-government communist guerrilla organization based in a certain South American country, so to ascertain his capabilities, the fact he's spent more time than he looks as a soldier shouldn't be forgotten. Since he also survived when the organization was completely wiped out due to a mop-up by government troops, a mercenary coordinator evaluated his tenacious survival skills and scouted him into the U.B.C.S. In addition, it's thought he changed his name and face in order to erase his past.
▲ Due to his youth, he can appear cowardly under desperate situations, but surprisingly possesses the courage to actively deal with crises he faces.
MIKHAIL VICTOR (p.336)
Personal Data
Height: 178cm / Weight: 98kg / Age: 45 / Blood type: A
Nationality: Now Saint Petersburg, Russian Federation
Attached to: U.B.C.S. D Platoon Leader
Special Skills: Terrorism planning and execution
Remarks: Former Soviet Union Army Captain
Supervisor's Report
A too-kind commander who believes in rebellion
Entrusted with the 30-man D Platoon, it's an undoubted fact he's an excellent commander within the meritocratic U.B.C.S. His military career prior to enlisting was something special, in spite of even being promoted to Captain in the former Soviet Union military, he unceremoniously retired from service after the federation's collapse and suddenly took part in the independence movement of the ethnic minority his wife belonged to, succeeding in many acts of terrorism as the leader of a guerrilla organization. The reason Mikhail consented to a position in the U.B.C.S., despite his rebellious spirit, was conditional upon clemency for his compatriots who were arrested alongside him. He tries to protect others, even by abandoning his cause, and with most of his subordinates losing their lives in combat in Raccoon City, it was surely a nightmare for him.
▲ Mikhail's angry over the loss of his subordinates and directs his hatred towards the Zombies. Although he's a capable commander, he's somewhat sentimental and cares nothing for his own life.
NIKOLAI ZINOVIEV (p.337)
Personal Data
Height: 187cm / Weight: 102kg / Age: 35 / Blood type: A
Nationality: Now Moscow, Russian Federation
Attached to: U.B.C.S. D Platoon B Squad Leader
Special Skills: Trap placement, hand-to-hand combat, assassination, etc
Remarks: Former Soviet Union Spetsnaz Special Forces Sergeant
Supervisor's Report
A ruthless giant who returns from any battlefield
There's almost nothing clarified regarding his career. What has become clear's only the fact that during the Cold War era prior to the Soviet Union's collapse, he was a member of the Spetsnaz special forces and secretly maneuvered in sabotage and VIP killings around the world, relishing an utmost evil reputation. With the advanced training he received at the time, Nikolai's skills as a soldier reached an exceptional level and he possessed the techniques and knowledge to deal with any situation on the battlefield, from woodland to urban combat, martial arts, installing and disarming booby traps, and the art of assassination. There were thus many cases where he was the only one to return in ops where the unit was wiped out, so it seems just as a soldier within the unit, he has a poor reputation for reliability.
▲ Without hesitation, he shoots and kills Murphy as he was starting to turn into a Zombie. He's ruthless in cutting down any obstacles to his own survival.
TYRELL PATRICK (p.338)
Personal Data
Height: 185cm / Weight: 90kg / Age: 32 / Blood type: AB
Nationality: Republic of Suriname
Attached to: U.B.C.S. B Platoon A Squad
Special Skill: Side Business
Remarks: French Foreign Legion member, immigrated from the Netherlands
Supervisor's Report
A mercenary with no morals and a keen business sense
Despite being highly capable for a mercenary, his money-minded obsession seems unusually strong, and at the time he belonged to the French Foreign Legion, he used his position to dabble in a side business of heavy weapons smuggling. As a result, these weapons were used for genocide and his illegal sales were discovered, and though he was sentenced to life imprisonment after being discharged, he was a clever operator and actively contacted a mercenary coordinator himself and endorsed a special measure of release subject to enlisting in the U.B.C.S. A talented man devoid of convictions like himself, whose only criterion's money, could be called a very convenient pawn for an employer.
MURPHY SEEKER (p.338)
Personal Data
Height: 191cm / Weight: 82kg / Age: 27 / Blood type: B
Nationality: United States of America
Attached to: U.B.C.S. A Platoon A Squad
Special Skill: Sniping
Remarks: U.S. Marine Corps Member
Supervisor's Report
A sniper with a warm heart and a fierce temperament
Although he has a slightly shy personality for a soldier, he has a fierce past where in order to retaliate against a street gang for mercilessly murdering his brother, he shot 20 members of the organization one after another with a hunting rifle. His god-like sniper skills, referred to as first-class within the Marine Corps, caught the eye of a coordinator who rescued him from serving life imprisonment, and he joined the U.B.C.S. Since he drank T-Virus contaminated water following the unit's annihilation in Raccoon City, he faced his best friend Carlos and begged to be shot before he became a Zombie, displaying a readiness to die as a man.
BRAD VICKERS (p.339)
Personal Data
Height: 183cm / Weight: 84.5kg / Age: 38 / Blood type: O
Nationality: United States of America
Affiliation: R.P.D. Special Forces S.T.A.R.S.
Special Skill: Helicopter Pilot
Remarks: Chemical Protection Personnel
Supervisor's Report
A weak-minded man who refused to fight
One of the survivors of the Mansion Incident who belonged to the S.T.A.R.S. A (Alpha) Team like Jill, but unlike the other surviving members, he was a pilot in charge of the helicopter and wasn't directly involved with the incident itself. As a result, he was seen in a rather frightened state in Raccoon City as it was flooded with Zombies, and after sensing the Pursuer's presence, he also completely lost himself to his innate cowardice. He's intrinsically not a back-boned type and kept his distance from the other S.T.A.R.S. members after the Mansion Incident, appearing to show no willingness to pursue Umbrella.
SUPERVISORS - THOSE WHO BECAME THE EYES OF UMBRELLA (p.339)
Several people charged with special missions, called "Supervisors", were sent inside the U.B.C.S. They're special agents under the direct command of Umbrella executives, their existence unknown to ordinary members. The Supervisors' mission in Raccoon City is to gather valuable data under the unique difficult to obtain situation of the most unprecedented large-scale biohazard in history.
Collecting or destroying samples and data left in medical facilities and laboratories, field surveys of mutant creatures and virus contaminated organisms including Zombies, and combat record reports before the annihilation of the U.B.C.S. who were sacrificed to obtain combat data, etc.--- point being, they're not allies for the general members to trust.
They're Umbrella's living surveillance cameras, calmly observing the ways in which guinea pigs die. In addition to being administered superior virus antibodies, a relay base for many means of escape and outside communication was covertly arranged by Umbrella agents who infiltrated the city beforehand.
Due to such duties, Supervisors have more exceptional careers than general U.B.C.S. members, and moreover, the only ones selected are those who can be controlled through financial reward, lacking any sense of justice or morality. However there are some who seem to want to take advantage of the chaos in order to eliminate all other Supervisors to sell their data at a high price.
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CHAPTER.7 / EXTRA FILES / FILE II ORIGINAL SETTING DESIGNS
JILL VALENTINE (p.340) from DEVELOPMENT STAFF For redesigning Jill, I asked to make sure she was attractive enough to appeal to everyone. I made her a "pro trap and explosives disposal specialist", further clarifying her setting with the fact she's experienced training equivalent to the U.S. Special Forces Delta Force.
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CARLOS OLIVEIRA (p.341)
from DEVELOPMENT STAFF Of all the new characters, Carlos was the one whose name kept changing from one to another. Brazilian names aren't easy for us to understand, so we had to carefully choose a name that sounded good. His design's based on the image of a "wild but gentle and kind-hearted man." As is common with all the mercenaries, Carlos has a very dark past. This is the reason Carlos' place of origin is "South America," he demanded a "new start in life" as a reward in exchange for joining the U.B.C.S. That means his name, face, nationality, etc. are... 
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MIKHAIL VICTOR (p.342)
from DEVELOPMENT STAFF Mikhail was a character created on the premise of a "heroic death" symbolizing the mercenary troops who were sent to be discarded, and thanks to this, the way he died changed many times as the scenario and game were adjusted, so I remember we went through a lot of trial and error. In terms of design, I asked for the image of a "common soldier with a sense of gravitas." After the Soviet Union's collapse, he went from an army officer to joining guerrillas for the sake of his wife, who was an ethnic minority, successfully carrying out an independent terrorist campaign at the expense of many civilians. 
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NIKOLAI ZINOVIEV (p.343)
from DEVELOPMENT STAFF Nikolai was initially the "mastermind" character and actually supposed to be part of the "Zinoviev Brothers" along with Mikhail (the good guy brother and the bad guy brother...). His design image is that of a tough, cold-hearted mercenary, his setting also that of a professional in unconventional combat chosen by Umbrella. He was seen as a rival to HUNK within the Umbrella organization. This is the reason Nikolai's only equipped with a handgun and a knife in the bonus game "The Mercenaries". 
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DARIO ROSSO (p.344)
from DEVELOPMENT STAFF He's the only civilian in the story who has any lines of dialogue. Originally he was meant to be "representative of the weak" and die after being active a little while longer. As a lovable supporting character, he has a few secret fans among the development team, some of them even imitate Dario's voice acting by shouting "WHAT?" to imitate his voice actor's passionate performance, which some of the planning staff often saw. Dario's daughter's name is Lucia, and in the early days of development, she was still alive. He's not related to Mikhail. |
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MURPHY SEEKER
from DEVELOPMENT STAFF Carlos' best friend Murphy, who's on the verge of becoming a Zombie, appears to portray the tragedy of having to shoot someone who's somewhere between human and Zombie. Many people would've hesitated, like Carlos did, at the thought of their loved ones or neighbors turning into monsters. This is one reason Raccoon City's turned into a city of the dead. |
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TYRELL PATRICK
from DEVELOPMENT STAFF Appearing as one of Umbrella's Supervisors, Tyrell was designed to be a "sarcastic, intellectual policeman." I wanted to include more black characters, but in the end he was the only one to appear. In the design stage there was also a black female helicopter pilot... |
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POLICE FORCE (p.345)
from DEVELOPMENT STAFF I asked for this to be drawn based on a setting that the Raccoon City Police has a select police force similar to riot police, separate from the special forces S.T.A.R.S. After the collapse of S.T.A.R.S., special training was intensified with the aim of forming Raccoon S.W.A.T. with selected members. 
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CHAPTER.7 / EXTRA FILES / FILE III Development Staff Q&A (p.348~351)
Respondents...
Q.1~23: [BIOHAZARD 3] Scenario & Creative Changes, Yasuhisa Kawamura
Q.24: [BIOHAZARD 3] Director, Kazuhiro Aoyama
Q1. Could the citizens of Raccoon City not escape its closure by the U.S. military?
A1. It took some time for the U.S. military to surround Raccoon City, including a vote in Congress to do so. Although Raccoon City was encircled at the President's order, a considerable number of civilians fled the city before then. Many of them were caught by the Army and National Guard security web, with those detained being examined and receiving quarantine measures depending on their level.
Q2. Through what method was the Pursuer deployed into Raccoon City?
A2. It was brought in via a dedicated transport, like the helicopter that airlifted the Tyrants. Incidentally, Hunters and others were brought in by land due to their large numbers.
Q3. What's the true reason the Pursuer was deployed?
A3. The Pursuer was ordered to eliminate all the S.T.A.R.S. officers in Raccoon City. Like the Hunters and such however, the Pursuer was deployed into live combat experimentally, so it was restricted to executing its command within Raccoon City. The plan was to attempt a demonstration of the magnitude of its capabilities by eliminating the top caliber S.T.A.R.S. officer targets.
Q4. How'd the Pursuer identify the S.T.A.R.S. officers?
A4. The team that developed the Pursuer was also in charge of training the Pursuer, with the officials having it memorize photo and video materials of the S.T.A.R.S. officers. The Pursuer's intelligent so it'll carry out instructions because it understands them.
Q5. Where does the name "Nemesis" come from?
A5. The name Nemesis means "Goddess of Vengeance" and was given as a nickname by the Sixth Laboratory development team in Europe who developed the Pursuer. It might've been alluding to avenging the prototype Tyrant tragically killed by Jill etc. in BIO1.
Q6. What were the circumstances behind Dario Rosso's death?
A6. He miserably failed to endure the fear of the Zombies invading the warehouse and was cornered after he opened the container door in an attempt to make a break for it.
Q7. What are the whereabouts of the Raccoon City mayor?
A7. The Raccoon City mayor was first to flee and is under the protective custody of the U.S. military.
Q8. What sort of band is "Big E" that planned to play live in Bar Jack?
A8. Big E's a pure American rock band whose hometown's Raccoon City. They're so popular there's nobody in Raccoon City who hasn't heard of them. In addition, all the band members survived as they were in the middle of returning to Raccoon City from a tour.
Q9. Marvin disappears along the way, but what was he doing before he met Leon and Claire in BIO2?
A9. He was in a hazy state of consciousness, recovering every now and then, before running out of energy once more near the lockers.
Q10. How'd Nikolai survive the event in the gas station or sales office?
A10. How Nikolai survived is shrouded in secrecy. But what's certain is he inherited his skills from the special forces of the former Soviet Union he once belonged to. Then after that, Nikolai didn't show himself for a while, as he refused to get caught up in the struggle between Jill and the Pursuer.
Q11. On what date did Jill ring the clock tower bell?
A11. It was September 28th. Jill was left in a coma and ended up sleeping for over a full day.
Q12. Was the Hunter γ in the hospital office capsules captured? Or was the hospital itself an Umbrella research facility?
A12. The hospital was funded by Umbrella, but it's purely a private medical facility. The Hunter γ was captured, with the hospital staff risking their lives to sedate them then carry them into the lab.
Q13. Why was Tyrell trying to open the safe in the hospital basement?
A13. The objective of the Supervisors, not just Tyrell, was to recover or destroy all data and important documents (including the hospital medical records etc). The reason he was trying to open the safe was to obtain some of those things.
Q14. Carlos created a vaccine to neutralize the T-Virus in the hospital, but did the hospital create this vaccine before it was destroyed? And if so, why weren't they able to use it?
A14. As written in the diary left in the hospital, the doctors arrived at the testing stage of the vaccine through research. However, most of the doctors and nurses at that point were in a semi-conscious state due to being infected with the virus, eventually turning into Zombies until not a single one survived.
Q15. What are the effects in the T-Virus that'll revive the dead, as inferred from Brad who turned into a Zombie after losing his brain as well as the zombified bodies sleeping in the cemetery?
A15. Brad was infected with a powerful T-Virus dwelling in the Pursuer's tentacles, so his brain was destroyed but his body didn't die. Also, the Zombies who crawl out from the cemetery were infected with the T-Virus and revived within the ground since they were buried in an apparently dead state.
Q16. How'd Nikolai know all the Supervisors?
A16. All the Supervisors recognized each other.
Q17. What was the U.S. Army doing at the disposal plant? Also, what was the reason for the Tyrants fighting the U.S. troops there?
A17. The U.S. Army Special Forces going to the thermal disposal plant was a total mistake. There's Umbrella personnel within the U.S. Government. Among these types of people however there are double agents on both sides, so intel on the Umbrella side was leaked to the U.S. Government. The Special Forces wiped out in the factory were dispatched for the purpose of seizing the newly developed "G-Virus" and protecting its developer, but they went up the lift to the disposal plant far from their destination as they had no accurate intel on the actual facility. (They infiltrated from the underground freight train route). But at the same time, Umbrella had already caught the intel leak and ordered all remaining Tyrants to be dropped at the disposal plant, after one T was dropped on the police station. The consequence was that the Special Forces and Tyrants were killed after engaging in a fierce battle while the virus was recovered by the Umbrella Security Service, who took control of the lab in the meantime. In addition, the rail cannon the Special Forces brought in for use against "G-Organisms" remained unused as they were unable to respond to being blind-sided by the Tyrants.
Q18. Why'd the Pursuer kill Nikolai?
A18. Jill came in contact with Nikolai and the Pursuer saw them talking several times, viewing Nikolai as Jill's ally. "That woman's a liability..."--- What he felt so uneasy about on the streetcar became a reality and he was killed.
Q19. Which type of missile appeared in the ending?
A19. It's some sort of new type of bomb, a fuel-air explosive for example, with power second only to nuclear weapons, the details of which are unknown, although radioactive contamination appears to be exceedingly low. In this story, it could be said to be equal to the rail cannon as an ultimate top-secret weapon of the U.S. military.
Q20. To what extent did the American government know about Umbrella? In addition, is there a reason why they never publicly attacked Umbrella Corp.?
A20. The United States itself is a prominent customer so they're quite familiar with Umbrella's shady merchandise, say for example viral weapons or B.O.W.'s (Bio Organic Weapons). However, the details were limited to products available on the market so they hadn't obtained any detailed information on portions considered top-secret by Umbrella, such as development statuses. Moreover the reason the U.S. Government hasn't denounced Umbrella is "it'd bring unnecessary trouble upon themselves." The collusive relationship between Umbrella and key government officials runs so deep denouncing Umbrella would expose the dark side of the U.S. Government itself. It's an act of suicide for many politicians. This framework also applies to many advanced nations. Umbrella's shady products are distributed in most of the developed world and many powerful politicians receive funding from them.
Q21. What was Barry doing until he rescued Jill?
A21. After parting with Chris, Barry spent time getting his family to take refuge in a safe place. Then once his family was settled, he was going to join Chris and tried getting in touch with Jill, but contact with Jill had been lost. Thereby, Barry went to rescue Jill with a private helicopter and hurried back to Raccoon City. Barry waited, timing it until when the U.S. military forces lifted their siege for the missile strike, then infiltrated the urban zone at a low altitude and rescued Jill when she had little time left. Of course, believing Jill had survived was a do-or-die action.
Q22. Did Jill investigate William Birkin's research facility and the G-Virus?
A22. That's right. She didn't know the details, but grasped the fact important research was being conducted.
Q23. What's the exact meaning behind Jill's "Last Escape"?
A23. The title Last Escape is loaded with meaning, of the end of Raccoon City, and of farewell to the stage that has sustained the series.
Q24. Any messages for the readers!!
A24. We created a new horror, and every day was a dilemma with a condensed production period and the challenges of our own "BIO3", including the formalities of being a game to play rather than watch, and elaborating for core fans, but it was surrounded by passionate staff who pursued fun and fear, and every day was enjoyable.
How did everyone respond to our challenge called BIO3? If you have any opinions, comments or complaints, please contact us at CAPCOM without hesitation. Our challenge isn't over yet. Please look forward to it in the future.
Respondents...
Q.1~23: [BIOHAZARD 3] Scenario & Creative Changes, Yasuhisa Kawamura
Q.24: [BIOHAZARD 3] Director, Kazuhiro Aoyama
Q1. Could the citizens of Raccoon City not escape its closure by the U.S. military?
A1. It took some time for the U.S. military to surround Raccoon City, including a vote in Congress to do so. Although Raccoon City was encircled at the President's order, a considerable number of civilians fled the city before then. Many of them were caught by the Army and National Guard security web, with those detained being examined and receiving quarantine measures depending on their level.
Q2. Through what method was the Pursuer deployed into Raccoon City?
A2. It was brought in via a dedicated transport, like the helicopter that airlifted the Tyrants. Incidentally, Hunters and others were brought in by land due to their large numbers.
Q3. What's the true reason the Pursuer was deployed?
A3. The Pursuer was ordered to eliminate all the S.T.A.R.S. officers in Raccoon City. Like the Hunters and such however, the Pursuer was deployed into live combat experimentally, so it was restricted to executing its command within Raccoon City. The plan was to attempt a demonstration of the magnitude of its capabilities by eliminating the top caliber S.T.A.R.S. officer targets.
Q4. How'd the Pursuer identify the S.T.A.R.S. officers?
A4. The team that developed the Pursuer was also in charge of training the Pursuer, with the officials having it memorize photo and video materials of the S.T.A.R.S. officers. The Pursuer's intelligent so it'll carry out instructions because it understands them.
Q5. Where does the name "Nemesis" come from?
A5. The name Nemesis means "Goddess of Vengeance" and was given as a nickname by the Sixth Laboratory development team in Europe who developed the Pursuer. It might've been alluding to avenging the prototype Tyrant tragically killed by Jill etc. in BIO1.
Q6. What were the circumstances behind Dario Rosso's death?
A6. He miserably failed to endure the fear of the Zombies invading the warehouse and was cornered after he opened the container door in an attempt to make a break for it.
Q7. What are the whereabouts of the Raccoon City mayor?
A7. The Raccoon City mayor was first to flee and is under the protective custody of the U.S. military.
Q8. What sort of band is "Big E" that planned to play live in Bar Jack?
A8. Big E's a pure American rock band whose hometown's Raccoon City. They're so popular there's nobody in Raccoon City who hasn't heard of them. In addition, all the band members survived as they were in the middle of returning to Raccoon City from a tour.
Q9. Marvin disappears along the way, but what was he doing before he met Leon and Claire in BIO2?
A9. He was in a hazy state of consciousness, recovering every now and then, before running out of energy once more near the lockers.
Q10. How'd Nikolai survive the event in the gas station or sales office?
A10. How Nikolai survived is shrouded in secrecy. But what's certain is he inherited his skills from the special forces of the former Soviet Union he once belonged to. Then after that, Nikolai didn't show himself for a while, as he refused to get caught up in the struggle between Jill and the Pursuer.
Q11. On what date did Jill ring the clock tower bell?
A11. It was September 28th. Jill was left in a coma and ended up sleeping for over a full day.
Q12. Was the Hunter γ in the hospital office capsules captured? Or was the hospital itself an Umbrella research facility?
A12. The hospital was funded by Umbrella, but it's purely a private medical facility. The Hunter γ was captured, with the hospital staff risking their lives to sedate them then carry them into the lab.
Q13. Why was Tyrell trying to open the safe in the hospital basement?
A13. The objective of the Supervisors, not just Tyrell, was to recover or destroy all data and important documents (including the hospital medical records etc). The reason he was trying to open the safe was to obtain some of those things.
Q14. Carlos created a vaccine to neutralize the T-Virus in the hospital, but did the hospital create this vaccine before it was destroyed? And if so, why weren't they able to use it?
A14. As written in the diary left in the hospital, the doctors arrived at the testing stage of the vaccine through research. However, most of the doctors and nurses at that point were in a semi-conscious state due to being infected with the virus, eventually turning into Zombies until not a single one survived.
Q15. What are the effects in the T-Virus that'll revive the dead, as inferred from Brad who turned into a Zombie after losing his brain as well as the zombified bodies sleeping in the cemetery?
A15. Brad was infected with a powerful T-Virus dwelling in the Pursuer's tentacles, so his brain was destroyed but his body didn't die. Also, the Zombies who crawl out from the cemetery were infected with the T-Virus and revived within the ground since they were buried in an apparently dead state.
Q16. How'd Nikolai know all the Supervisors?
A16. All the Supervisors recognized each other.
Q17. What was the U.S. Army doing at the disposal plant? Also, what was the reason for the Tyrants fighting the U.S. troops there?
A17. The U.S. Army Special Forces going to the thermal disposal plant was a total mistake. There's Umbrella personnel within the U.S. Government. Among these types of people however there are double agents on both sides, so intel on the Umbrella side was leaked to the U.S. Government. The Special Forces wiped out in the factory were dispatched for the purpose of seizing the newly developed "G-Virus" and protecting its developer, but they went up the lift to the disposal plant far from their destination as they had no accurate intel on the actual facility. (They infiltrated from the underground freight train route). But at the same time, Umbrella had already caught the intel leak and ordered all remaining Tyrants to be dropped at the disposal plant, after one T was dropped on the police station. The consequence was that the Special Forces and Tyrants were killed after engaging in a fierce battle while the virus was recovered by the Umbrella Security Service, who took control of the lab in the meantime. In addition, the rail cannon the Special Forces brought in for use against "G-Organisms" remained unused as they were unable to respond to being blind-sided by the Tyrants.
Q18. Why'd the Pursuer kill Nikolai?
A18. Jill came in contact with Nikolai and the Pursuer saw them talking several times, viewing Nikolai as Jill's ally. "That woman's a liability..."--- What he felt so uneasy about on the streetcar became a reality and he was killed.
Q19. Which type of missile appeared in the ending?
A19. It's some sort of new type of bomb, a fuel-air explosive for example, with power second only to nuclear weapons, the details of which are unknown, although radioactive contamination appears to be exceedingly low. In this story, it could be said to be equal to the rail cannon as an ultimate top-secret weapon of the U.S. military.
Q20. To what extent did the American government know about Umbrella? In addition, is there a reason why they never publicly attacked Umbrella Corp.?
A20. The United States itself is a prominent customer so they're quite familiar with Umbrella's shady merchandise, say for example viral weapons or B.O.W.'s (Bio Organic Weapons). However, the details were limited to products available on the market so they hadn't obtained any detailed information on portions considered top-secret by Umbrella, such as development statuses. Moreover the reason the U.S. Government hasn't denounced Umbrella is "it'd bring unnecessary trouble upon themselves." The collusive relationship between Umbrella and key government officials runs so deep denouncing Umbrella would expose the dark side of the U.S. Government itself. It's an act of suicide for many politicians. This framework also applies to many advanced nations. Umbrella's shady products are distributed in most of the developed world and many powerful politicians receive funding from them.
Q21. What was Barry doing until he rescued Jill?
A21. After parting with Chris, Barry spent time getting his family to take refuge in a safe place. Then once his family was settled, he was going to join Chris and tried getting in touch with Jill, but contact with Jill had been lost. Thereby, Barry went to rescue Jill with a private helicopter and hurried back to Raccoon City. Barry waited, timing it until when the U.S. military forces lifted their siege for the missile strike, then infiltrated the urban zone at a low altitude and rescued Jill when she had little time left. Of course, believing Jill had survived was a do-or-die action.
Q22. Did Jill investigate William Birkin's research facility and the G-Virus?
A22. That's right. She didn't know the details, but grasped the fact important research was being conducted.
Q23. What's the exact meaning behind Jill's "Last Escape"?
A23. The title Last Escape is loaded with meaning, of the end of Raccoon City, and of farewell to the stage that has sustained the series.
Q24. Any messages for the readers!!
A24. We created a new horror, and every day was a dilemma with a condensed production period and the challenges of our own "BIO3", including the formalities of being a game to play rather than watch, and elaborating for core fans, but it was surrounded by passionate staff who pursued fun and fear, and every day was enjoyable.
How did everyone respond to our challenge called BIO3? If you have any opinions, comments or complaints, please contact us at CAPCOM without hesitation. Our challenge isn't over yet. Please look forward to it in the future.