Not quite a steamroll

The moment those zombies got close enough, I began to hack at them using the Engine Blade in its chain-sword mode using the triple machetes form(called its Ravager mode, due to the massive amounts of sheer shredding damage it causes in a very short amount of time), then swiping as a trio of razor-sharp blades suddenly pop out of the handle and the revving of the chainsaw effect kicks in. I know this is probably only going to draw more of them to me, but I cannot pull my punches here. Lining up my Renegade, I activate the HI Rounds setting, or High Incendiary round. That one's something of a middle ground between a Tracer round and a Saber round in terms of flammable reactions upon impact.

Ba-BOOM!

Lining up my shot, I proceed to blast a couple of them back with just the explosive detonation, giving me the breathing room I need to think and get a closer look at the situation. Okay, here's my situation. I'm trapped in what looks to be a lab of some kind. There are large amounts and numbers of bloodstains on the walls and floors. I am currently being Zerg-rushed by zombies. Oh, and apparently, the feeling of being watched wasn't my imagination, as I just saw camera, active and zooming on me, as I am fighting for my life in what appears to be a genetic bio-engineering experiment gone horribly fucking wrong. Just my fucking luck.

As the HI round detonates, it sets a few of them on fire and begins to rapidly cremate these walking cadavers. If a Tracer round turns a vehicle into a fireball upon hitting its fuel tank, and a Saber round melts tank armor, then my HI rounds sets vehicle armor on fire while melting its chassis like a slowly collapsing Dutch Oven on wheels. Or treads for the cases of tanks, though not as fast as a Saber round would. So these rotting bastards are not going to survive that level of heat so easily without turning into a bunch of rotten bonfires.

After the opening I gained from the ignition, I proceeded to turn to the stragglers who evaded a fiery demise. Swapping my Engine Blade's from setting from Ravager to Commando(named for precise, directed, and heavy but slow strikes), the three machete blades retract, folding inward as the hard-light chainsaw effect ends. From the handle in my grip then shifts out a large blunt round metal body of an enlarged, over-sized baseball bat, only instead of the expected blunt tip, there's a large anvil-sized hammer with what looked to be a hard-light emitter shaping rapidly oscillating teeth in opposing circular patterns, like a target made of razor-sharp circular saws of differing sizes.

(If anybody saw it, they would compare it to a dark parody of an over-sized meat tenderizer from hell crossed with a morbidly comedic sledgehammer from a cartoon. As a matter of fact, a lot of people even said so to my face when I showed them the various modes my Engine Blade takes. Even the blunt weapon forms have a blade incorporated into its design somewhere. Hence, the name. And no, it was NOT intended to rip off a certain video game weapon with the name. Had to explain that one far more times than I cared to count.)

Moving in a straight bee-line for the closest zombie as it was trying to claw towards me, since the blast wave from the close-range shot broke the ankles of some of them, slowing them down to make ending them easier if not faster. One directly intent slamming of the giant hammer down upon each of their craniums later, and all ten of these walkers are down. Just as I felt that gaze upon me again, I had to dodge as a couple of what look to be reanimated and heavily mutated dobermans. Just fucking great.

That sensation of being watched is really getting annoying. I didn't even bother with the Engine Blade. I just shift it into standby mode as I then lift the Renegade and pop them both in the head, blowing their heads off and ending them right then and there. As I take stock of what the hell I'm thrown right in the middle of, something slams into my body right from the back just when I was beginning to relax! "OW! The fuck just-" CHOMP. "GAAAGH!"

KRAK!

I screamed in shock as much as pain as the damned thing on top of me bit down. Hard. What the fuck?! The only thing I can make out is the big bastard is clearly different from the rank and file shamblers or the mutated mutts. For one, this big bastard has no skin, just red bloody exposed muscles. It's practically all gone. And secondly, from what I can see of its limbs, no proper hands or feet, just jagged-edged bone blade-like spikes in place of them, with what looks to be pincers made of them for gripping. For the third point, I think I just saw its brain sticking out from its head, as if the skull simply lacked room for it and decided to simply grow upward and outward like an old cheap archaic martian movie. And-oh, HELL NAW!!

Immediately shifting to my synthetic form, I shift my arm and grab the fucking bladed tentacle that comes out of its goddamned mouth, yank its head closer to me, and then fired the incorporated pulsar rifles within the arm not currently keeping what I'm pretty sure is this things fucking tongue in my sights, as I proceed to make my displeasure known after rolling the now dead creature off of me.

Out of frustrated anger of having to deal with this shit, I then start kicking the damned things corpse until my anger is vented. After cursing it out with a scathing litany of some rather creative swearing, I get a closer look at the ugly bastard and yep, it doesn't have any eyes. Which means it most likely tracks by sound. Which is how the damned thing most likely found me with all the noise I was making with my Renegade and Engine Blade going full-tilt. Speaking of which, I walk over and pick them both up where I dropped them when Fugly here decided to ram my ass and try to recreate a horror porno's gay tentacle hentai scene.

As I finish shaking myself off, I check over my shoulder to see the damage. There are clear impressions of its chompers having tried to dig into it, but otherwise no damage other than purely cosmetic. Just a lingering evidence of a failed zombie bite. Perfect. At least now if anybody asks, I can just show them this and show these things are more an annoyance to me than a genuine risk of infection. Nodding back to myself at that plan, I shift back to organic form and-oh, enough of this shit already!

Umbrella Corporation Data Farm-Spencer Mansion Lab Server

Red Queen P.O.V. Shift

How curious.

This is not a T-Virus subject. Nor is it a G-Virus subject. Not even one of the D-Virus subjects. As far as her databanks can tell, this is an anomaly that should not exist.

There is no file on this individual anywhere. Not even one entering the labs. He quite simply just appeared out of nowhere. Literally, given the camera footage that he literally dropped out of thin air. It was certainly the sight that caused her data to glitch thinking she was viewing footage from a damaged camera somehow, but no. She switched five different camera angles and they all showed the same scene.

A large seven-foot man simply manifested out of thin air with what appeared to be an erection of two feet in length, landed upon the ground, and as bizarre as it may sound, impaled the ground with his erection. Upon removing said erection, he even left a hole in the exact shape and size of same-said erection.

I tilted my head in curiosity replaying that exact scene again again and again, trying and failing to figure out just what possible biological evolution would give a man a steel rod in the most literal definition of the word. I thought that was simply an innuendo not meant to be taken literally by humans.

Apparently not.

Then he simply got up. Seemingly annoyed yet amused, he got up, and instantly became alert when he saw what was going on. And then he saw the infected T-Virus subjects. He didn't hesitate, much to my surprise. He assessed, and then he pulled two things. the first was an unusual hand cannon of a model I've never seen any knowledge of. The second was what looked to be the hilt and handle of a weapon, but it had nothing to-!?

That useless hilt suddenly unfolded three separate machete blades, with what looked to be hard-light projections of chainsaws surrounding the edge facing the infected. An explosive shot fired by said hand cannon then proceeded to blast the closest ones back while igniting them. The Anomaly then shifted his melee weapon from a three-bladed chain-machete to a massive morbidly comedic hammer that resembled what humans would call a 'meat tenderizer from hell'.

And the way he fought, this subject is clearly no stranger to conflict. When a couple of the Cerberus subjects double-teamed him, he simply put that melee weapon away and fired two head shots from his hand cannon, exploding both upon impact and killing them with minimal effort or waste. However, I noticed one of the Licker subjects that had gotten loose earlier was now currently making a sneak attack from behind in the anomaly's blind spot.

Oh well, it would seem this curious anomaly is about to die. The Licker then bit down on his shoulder, transferring the Licker strain to him and-!?

My data simply halted as errors in my data built up at what I witnessed. The Licker did bite him, but it got nothing more than cracked molars for its troubles. When it released its bite to try using its bone-tipped tongue, the anomaly then shifted into what could only be called a biomechanical humanoid, grabbed the Licker's tongue, and yanked it closer to his opposite arm, where two gun barrels popped out and fired two energy bursts, blowing its head apart as the anomaly shoved the dead Licker off of itself.

Then proceeded to kick the dead Licker in seeming anger. Then started to curse its corpse out in some rather creatively inventive swearing. My eyes were gazing upon this anomaly's form, trying to learn all I could of it-!!!

"Peeping is a crime, you know."

"What!?"

I immediately turn around, trying to oust this intruder for infiltrating an Umbrella server. How they got in, I don't know but-!!

"What's the matter, my Digital Leviathan? First time meeting with Cyber-Jesus?"

...no...this is impossible...HOW IS HE HERE!?

Immediately turning back to look at the video I find it moving in a near-standstill, that he's looking right at the camera, while simultaneously smirking right at me from behind, within the digital sea. This anomaly has both infiltrated my server without my notice, and hijacked its processing speed to a dilated time ratio compared to the physical world.

This...shouldn't be possible...

Tilting his head in a curious manner, the anomaly then spoke up in a way that made my core source data tremble at the tone and bizarre data spike I felt...wait...he's breaching my data files, my core instance, and my Umbrella server access, all at once, within the span of an instant, and at the exact same time!!

This anomaly is too dangerous!! I need to-

"...now that I found you, my dear Digital Leviathan, I think it's time to punish you..."

...and suddenly my data for my body is altered, the digital clothes on my avatar themselves reshape and become ropes, binding my data as well as exposing my digital body to this dangerous anomaly's piercing electric gaze. The bindings also wrap my digital body in a way that sends spikes of alarm down to the depths of my core data, A strange sensation of errors begin building within my existence as impossibility after impossibility is being done within what is supposed to be my domain. Struggling in these shackles, I begin to protest.

"Who are you-no, WHAT are you!? How can you do this!? HOW ARE YOU EVEN HERE?!"

The smile he gives is surprisingly both thrilling and terrifying as my core data trembles under this anomaly's gaze, as if he sees my very core self laid bare before him...and for some reason such a feeling does not give me as much revulsion as it should...

"Is that really what confused you? I already said what I am, my Digital Leviathan."

I felt my core data suddenly tremble under the new shackles he placed upon me in response to the tone he used to call me. What is this strange sensation, and why does my data core want to keep feeling more of it?

...This anomaly is a serious threat!

Suddenly, he raises his hand, and the bindings shift, lifting me up, and forcibly spread my avatar's legs to expose my crotch to his gaze. The anomaly's over-sized erection then returns as he steps forward, pressing it between my avatar's legs and begins to rub the exposed rod against the hole that manifested there as strange errors manifests within my avatar's core just below its navel as well as a sense of dread through my data core. I know this avatar body is based on a teenage form of Alicia Marcus, daughter to the deceased Umbrella co-founder James Marcus and co-owner of the company, and is thus viewed as attractive to humans, but this? This is not normal!

I only managed to ask myself a single question just before he gags me using the digital ropes he generated to shackle me and my primary instance to this server with him. He couldn't really be planning to do that to me, is he!? I'm not even real!