Resident Evil Volume 1 Chapter 26
there was nothing. Frowning, Chris took a few steps toward the room's second entrance and crouched down, brushing at the dark tile floor. There was a dried crust of blood in the shape of a boot heel between Richard's body and the plain wooden door ten feet away. He stared at the door thoughtfully, tightening his hold on the Beretta. Whatever killed him is on the other side, maybe waiting for more victims. "Chris, take a look at this." Rebecca was still kneeling by Richard, her gaze fixed on the bloody mass of his torn shoulder. Chris joined her, not sure what he was supposed to be looking at. The wound was ragged and messy, the flesh discolored by trauma. Strange, though, how it didn't seem very deep. "See those purple lines, radiating out from the cuts? And the way the muscle has been punctured, here and here?" She pointed out two dark holes about six inches apart, each surrounded by skin that had turned an infected-looking red. Rebecca sat back on her heels, looking up …
