Body: ON/OFF
Strength: 1466 kg / 80 kg
Speed: 55 m/s / 10 m/s
Resistance: 2534 kg/cm² / 2534 kg/cm²
I arrive at the back of the building. There's no one around, except for a massive metal door hidden behind a billboard. The door has a special lock—and the dealer I killed didn't have the key.
"Capacity On," I mutter, pushing the door gently to avoid making noise. It creaks softly, and after five minutes of effort, I manage to open it slightly on the right side. Just enough space for me to squeeze through sideways.
DING
The host has exerted a powerful force and exceeded 1500 Strength.Choose one bonus:
1: A pack of 50 T-Virus zombies2: A grenade launcher with 200 incendiary rounds3: Start the Monster Factory with the "Cerberus" model
It's new, but I decide to pick the third one. I want to see what this Monster Factory really offers.
DING
You've chosen to start the Monster Factory with the Cerberus model.You can now recover one Cerberus every 6 hours.Five Cerberus are available immediately.You can instantly control any wild Cerberus with a single touch.
I sneak into the underground complex. My hood is in place. I encounter no one until I reach a more open space. Five men are sitting around a table, playing cards. All of them are armed, but their weapons are holstered on their chairs.
I step back into the hallway and release the dogs.
They appear instantly, obediently sitting. Their bodies show no signs of rot or tearing. They look like healthy Dobermans—but I know better. Like the G-Virus in my body, they're modified to blend in. No one would suspect a thing.
They follow me silently to the door. I point at the men."Kill them."Then I toss a coin across the room to draw their attention.
What follows is both beautiful and horrifying. The dogs pounce in a blur, each targeting one man. As the robbers turn toward the coin, their throats are torn out in an instant.
No screams. Just the dull thud of bodies hitting the floor.
The dogs don't devour them. They calmly return to my side.
I collect their weapons and money—but damn, it's still just Glocks. No variety beyond my magnum.
Five Glocks, 75 rounds of 9mm, and $3,000. As I gather the loot, one of the men starts to move. I quickly place my hand on his neck, holding him still. Time to test my hypothesis on factory absorption.
DING
T-Virus zombie detected.Absorption will take 10 seconds.
9, 8, 7...
"The countdown shows I need to account for the delay in future captures," I note silently, easily restraining the man.
6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 0
T-Virus zombie successfully absorbed.Available in the factory.1 T-Zombie will be produced every 4 hours.You now have 10 T-Zombies available.Any T-Zombie not under your control can be subdued instantly with a touch.
I immediately take control of the remaining four, smiling at the confirmation of my theory. At least the basic zombies won't be a problem.
I summon the 10 T-Zombies I now possess. Like the dogs, they appear perfectly intact—five identical men and five identical women. No visual defects.
After storing them back in the factory, which doubles as a reserve, I continue exploring. Along the way, I capture more patrolling guards, having my dogs infect them one by one before storing them as well. Ten more added to my army.
According to the map I took from one of the bodies, I'm nearing the end of the complex. One of the men I interrogated claimed there were 50 people in total, including the boss. I've dealt with 15 so far—35 remain.
I finally reach a large room filled with operating tables, the floor stained with dried blood. Several researchers are present, surrounded by armed guards patrolling the area.
Gunshots ring out. I glance over and see a female zombie executed with a shot to the head.
Umbrella.
They're Umbrella researchers. These men know how to kill a zombie efficiently.
If they're conducting experiments, there must be a disposal area for the failed subjects. I search and find a small side room where they're dumping the corpses.
I sabotage an electrical circuit, plunging the underground into darkness—only faint lights remain on the floor and ceiling.I still hear shots from the main room, but I can see perfectly. Each body is shot in the head, then thrown away.
Five guards with flashlights come toward me.
I release the dogs and zombies from behind the corner, then climb to the ceiling, clinging to a gap in the wall."Attack."
The five men enter the trap, and the zombies pounce. Screams echo as they're torn apart.
Once done, I convert their bodies into zombies.
I dash into the room, moving under cover of darkness. Dogs follow closely, zombies lumber behind.
I evade flashlight beams, disarming enemies and tossing them to the ground for the dogs to finish off—one by one, ripped apart in silence.
I subdue the room with brutal efficiency, then herd the researchers into a corner.I convert the fallen guards, then face the remaining scientists.
"Who do you work for?" I ask, though I already know the answer.
"We work for the underworld—and you're going to pay for interrupting us," one replies defiantly.
I grab him by the collar and hurl him toward the zombies."Eat him."
Behind me, the screams are deafening. The others grow pale.
"I doubt the mob pays scientists to build bioweapons. Last chance—answer properly," I growl, my smile barely visible under my hood.
"We work for Umbrella!" one blurts out, a young African-American researcher—barely thirty. The others immediately protest.
I extend my hand toward him, signaling the zombies to devour the rest.
"What's your name? And where do these bodies come from?"
"My name is Jordan. I was Doctor Howard's assistant—the man you just killed. The bodies come from people captured by the local mob—homeless, addicts pre-selected by dealers.There's even another lab where they experiment on orphanage children."
"Why are you executing the zombies immediately? You can clearly create them."
"I honestly don't know. Doctor Howard was testing various samples to see how different bodies reacted.This is a small lab compared to the central HQ. Even Howard didn't have clearance to work there.Are you going to kill me?" he asks.
"I'm sorry, but yes. Even if you were just an assistant, you still took part in this. But I'll leave your body outside so your family—if you have one—can bury you."He starts to cry.
"No. Turn me into a zombie. I have no one. If I'd been born later, I'd probably be one of those bodies on the tables.Just promise me one thing—try to protect the children who are still alive."
He picks up a shard of glass and slits his own throat.
"So be it. Iron, Wesker… You'd better not get in my way," I whisper.
I bite his hand—nothing happens.I signal one of the dogs to bite instead.
He rises instantly.
I place my hand on his head to assert control.
DING
T-Virus variant detected.Absorption will take 30 seconds.
I didn't expect that—but he's already struggling. I flip him onto his stomach, pinning his arms.Even with my strength, it's hard to keep him down.
30, 29, 28…
The ground cracks beneath us as he slams his head into it. I shift position, trapping him with my legs and locking his limbs. He gives me a brutal headbutt.
The host has suffered 2100 kg/cm² per strike from the T-Variant zombie (head impact)
9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 0
The good news? I didn't need to fully restrain him—just hold him until the timer ran out.
T-Virus Variant successfully absorbed.Now available in the Factory.
This zombie does not exist in the original timeline.Stronger. Smarter.Metabolic capacity equivalent to 1/10 of the Modified G-Virus.
Rename this zombie?
"Zombie G," I say.
Zombie G – Final body
Strength: 1400 kg
Speed: 30 m/s
Resistance: 1500 kg/cm²
Production rate: 1 every 24 hours5 available immediately
The production time is long compared to normal zombies or Cerberus.
I watch Zombie G slowly rise. His throat wound seals completely within a minute. If not for the blood on his clothes, he'd pass for a normal man.
"Master," he says, in the same voice as before.
I'm stunned—he can speak.Looks like I won't need Plagas to control intelligent subordinates after all.
I test him quickly. His cognitive functions are intact. He regains fluent speech in less than a minute.
"Is there any evidence here?" I ask him.
"No, Master. Nothing connects this place to Umbrella. But there's a stash of money further in," he replies.
My eyes light up.
My current food consumption is so high that my nightly hunts barely sustain me.Luckily, I found a substitute—some super-nutritious stuff made by Umbrella that's affordable—but more money is always welcome.
"Jordan, return to the Factory for now," I say before resuming my search.
The lights suddenly turn back on—just as I take a bullet to the back.
The host has suffered 2100 kg/cm² per bullet (back impact).No modifiers applied.