Resident Evil Volume 2 Chapter 23
ache to see. God, Karen, I'm so, so sorry! "Double time," he said, already turning for the door. "Let's move." They quickly jogged for the front of the building, John's jaw clenched, his thoughts a grimly determined loop of angry intention. No way some goddamn bug is taking Karen down, no chance, and if I find the bastard who set this nightmare up he's Dead, capital D, Dead meat. Not Karen, no way in hell... They reached the front door and silently drew weapons, checking them, tensely impatient for David to give the signal. Karen, always so cool and collected in times of stress, had a shocked vagueness about her, like she'd just been kicked in the gut and hadn't yet managed to take a breath. It was the same look that John had seen time and again on the faces of disaster Survivors - the haunted disbelief in the eyes, the slack and terrible blankness of expression that spoke of a yawning emptiness deep inside. It hurt him to see her like that, hurt him and made…
