After walking a few steps, Jill came to a corner.
Although the camera is fixed, you can still see through the corner that there are lights and carpet, so it seems to be a safe zone.
The bright lighting and the spacious feel instantly dispelled Hawk's earlier tension.
Suppression is a significant component of tension.
"Call----"
Hawk exhaled and maneuvered Jill forward.
Hopefully, this is a safe house with a printer, a save point.
Can----
Just as Jill turned the corner, the camera suddenly cut to a cutscene.
"Huh? Someone's here?"
Although the image resolution is low and somewhat blurry, Hawk can still see what's happening here.
This is clearly some kind of tea room or a deliberately set-up rest area.
The two sofas, the carpet, and the oil paintings on the wall all illustrate this point.
At first glance, it does indeed have the feel of a rest area in an old aristocratic mansion.
Not bad, not bad, the art team seems to really know their stuff!
Hawk nodded in satisfaction.
Nothing is more satisfying than these adorable little details.
However, what he really noticed was the person who was squatting in the center of the screen with his back to him.
Having teammates with you in a horror game can be incredibly calming.
When Barry let him move freely just now, to be honest, Hawk couldn't help but feel a little nervous.
Going solo in a horror movie is a huge no-no!
Thankfully, we ran into our companions again after only a few steps.
However, judging from their appearance, they shouldn't be members of my team.
Wesker's blond slicked-back hair is very distinctive; he's clearly bald.
Barry had just parted ways with him, so it definitely wasn't him.
Chris may have gotten lost, but he's not a bald guy in a black shirt.
After a process of elimination, the answer becomes clear.
They are clearly members of the previously missing Bravo squad.
The camera slowly pans forward.
The bald man suddenly lowered his head and made a tearing, gnawing sound.
At the same time, the background music began to crescendo in an unsettling manner.
One bite after another----
Hawk's brow furrowed slightly.
broken----
As if to confirm his idea.
Suddenly, a large pool of blood flowed out from under the bald man's body.
Camera angle change.
A head suddenly fell to the ground, rolled half a circle in the pool of blood, and faced the camera.
"I'll fuck your father!"
Hawk felt a ringing in his ears and was instantly covered in sweat. He didn't even hold the handle and flung it away.
It was a head whose entire face had been gnawed off.
It's like half a spicy rabbit head.
The eyeballs hung uncontrollably from their sockets, and the skull was exposed.
Before Hawk could react, the camera immediately focused on the bald man again.
As if sensing the movement behind him, he let out a nauseous groan and slowly turned his head to the side.
A mouth stained with blood and bits of flesh, pure white eyes with no pupils visible, and cracked, pale skin—
A smile that will be etched in the annals of gaming history.
"I**i**i**,, Hawk never imagined he would see such a scene in a video game."
The designer of this trench deliberately created a bright and open environment to lower his guard.
The text also subtly hints that his lost teammates might be present.
Just when I was completely off guard, this happened.
Holy crap, that's inhuman!
Well, that's not entirely true.
In a sense, these are indeed my lost teammates.
However, he was somewhat dead.
"Swish"
The zombie stood up abruptly, raised its hands, and staggered toward Jill.
"Damn it!"
This is outrageous!
Hawk didn't have time to think about anything else. His hands, which were covered in seasoning powder from picking up potato chips, were still wet from the effort. He hurriedly grabbed the joystick to make Jill run away.
Damn it, the most important thing right now is to get back and meet up with Barry!
As for the gun in his Backpack?
Even if he could win, Hawk wouldn't want to try.
[ Barry!]
Kelly, playing Jill, bursts into the restaurant, panting heavily, shouting, "[Watch out! There's a monster!]"
Barry looked in the direction the finger was pointing, and saw that the zombie had already caught up with them.
Leave it to me!
He picked up his Magnum and, without hesitation, fired repeatedly at the head.
It took three full shots from Magnum before this thing finally collapsed and couldn't get up.
This at least proves that it was definitely not a human impersonating it.
Who could possibly withstand three Magnum shots with their head?
What the hell is this thing?!
[I found Kenneth —he was killed by this monster.]
Sure enough, that poor guy was indeed from Bravo's team.
Let's go report to Wesker right away!
Control of operations was finally returned to Hawk.
but----
To be honest, Hawk was starting to lose interest in playing.
I tested it, and it's fucking terrifying!
"Gulp"
He swallowed hard, hesitated for a long time, and finally pressed the exit button on NX to pull out the disc.
Immediately, Hawk seemed to have all his strength drained away. He gently placed the controller aside and stared blankly at the darkened screen.
His face was deathly pale; clearly, that smile he had just given him had terrified him.
California in July.
The sun was shining brightly, and the heat was unbearable.
The ceiling fan overhead was spinning steadily as usual.
But Hawk didn't feel any heat.
He's long gone.
A chill ran through my entire body, from the bottom of my heart.
That was truly chilling to the bone.
To be honest, Hawk doesn't consider himself a particularly timid person.
At least when watching those horror movies, my behavior was acceptable within their group.
While not exactly audacious, they were certainly capable of remaining completely unfazed.
At most, the occasional jerk of his face would startle him, but that was about it.
but----
Hawk stared at the disc in his hand, then at the eye staring back at him, and remained silent for a long time.
Biohazard is different from horror movies.
Hawk couldn't quite put his finger on it, but there was a very strong difference.
He had expected to see a horror movie adapted into a video game.
It was scary, but not that bad.
But the feeling that Biohazard gave him was palpitations.
An uncontrollable panic, a fear that truly originates from the depths of my heart.
These are feelings that horror movies rarely evoke in him.
It's like----
It felt as if I really was Jill in the game, and I had just experienced walking down the corridor and witnessing that terrifying scene.
The immersion is just too strong!
This feeling is hard to describe in words.
I was watching the protagonist [ Jill ] from a cinematic perspective, as if I were watching a horror movie.
Step by step.
But this feeling is completely different from watching characters act in a movie!
After much thought, perhaps it's because Jill controls all her actions.
In a sense, Jill is her own avatar in the video game world.
It felt as if I had just been transported to the Spencer Mansion.
He truly became Jill herself, investigating the disappearance of the Bravo team with the Alpha team in the mansion.
"Call----"
Hawk let out a long breath, slowly calming his racing heart.
I guess I'll have to take it slow and steady to get used to horror games.
Hawk's ears twitched; under such intense mental pressure, his senses were amplified to an unprecedented level of sharpness.
He wondered if he was being overly sensitive, but he vaguely heard some rustling sounds coming from the kitchen.
It was as if—as if something was there.
The emotions that had just recovered were instantly tense again.
Hawk's hair stood on end, and he stood up quietly.
Thanks to the soft carpet, his movements were controlled to be completely silent.
There is a corner hallway between the kitchen and the living room.
This scene left Hawk in a dilemma for a moment.
He now has an urge to turn around and run away, to run straight into the street, to run under the bright sun.
But this is my own home; it wouldn't be good if a homeless person actually got in.
"Calm down, Hawk. There are no zombies in this world. They're all fictional! All fictional!"
He forced himself to listen, took a deep breath, and shuffled out of the living room.
What came into view was a figure squatting in front of the refrigerator with his back to him.
What is PTSD?
Hawk understands now.
The image of that figure instantly overlapped with the scene from the game.
He felt his blood pressure spike, as if all the blood in his body was rushing to his head.
Before long, he began to feel dizzy.
My entire leg was trembling uncontrollably.
Hawk tried to run, but his legs wouldn't let him.
His legs had completely given way.
If I make even the slightest movement now, I'm afraid I'll lose my balance and fall over.
As if sensing the movement behind him, the figure slowly turned around, much like a character giving a knowing smile.
"Aww!"
Hawk immediately let out a bloodcurdling scream that seemed to lift the ceiling, collapsed to the ground with a thud, his eyes rolled back, and he was about to faint.
Just as he was about to lose consciousness, Hawk heard the man's voice. "Hey, what's that all about? You startled me."
"----Well?"
He remembered the voice, "Cousin Tony? My God! You almost scared me to death!"
Hawk then got a clear look at the man's face.
There were no terrifying zombies at all; it was just his cousin Tony Hawk.
When did you arrive? Why didn't you say anything?
Tony shrugged helplessly, picked up a tub of vanilla ice cream he'd just taken from the freezer, took a bite, and muttered as he sipped his ice cream, "I used the key you used to clean under your shoe insoles to come in. I saw you were playing games, so I didn't want to bother you. I was thinking of getting something to eat first."
He walked out of the kitchen with the ice cream in his arms, and saw that the TV was off. He looked at the disc lying to the side with a puzzled expression.
"Why did you stop playing? It's only just begun!"
Tony had planned to come today to work on the new game with his cousin.
Although I was busy with the competition, I specifically asked him to buy me a set as well, but playing this game together as a group would definitely have a unique flavor.
It's like everyone getting together to watch a horror movie.
"Uh----haha----"
Hawk chuckled awkwardly; he was a little embarrassed to say he'd been scared out of his wits.