Chapter 32: Tremble
“If you know the enemy and know yourself,
you need not fear the result of a hundred battles" —Sun Tzu.
He begins choking, followed by a screeching sound vibrating from his throat, sounding dry and desperate to crawl out. Then something unbelievable happens, and I hold my breath in.
His mouth parts open, the skin splitting fourways, folding out like a flower made out of red flesh and teeth. Deep inside, something red and large peeks out. He has a snake-like tongue at the size of an arm rolling out. The tip is acute. The length slithers through the air, moving like it has a mind of its own, until it finds what it’s looking for—the small tablet—and takes a lick.
Wesker lets out a low grumble, probably not expecting dried food to be so tasty. Revelling in the taste, h
