Resident Evil Crimson Head Novels & Stories

Lacey said, pointing at Murgan’s head sitting facing the group in the corner of the room, “Holy f**k THAT is creepy, Rex please move it, it’s looking at us.” “The body has very little, nope, no blood at all, the f**k did you guys do to him?” Raz asked, a little shocked when he kneeled over and inspected the wound on the neck. “That’s the thing, Rex cut his head off, blood went everywhere, he fixed Lacey’s dislocated shoulder, Lizz and I fixed up your head, Rex went for a rest and we rested at the fireplace, you know at the other f**king end of the room to a recently dead headless body, we woke Rex up because he was talking in his vision sleep thing he does and Lizz went to get the cured meat

Creed’s heartbeat spiked as he replied, "Fuck! Should I run?" Before Creed even tried to back off, this unknown man’s head finally turned at him, as if he was a zombie. The temperature instantly dropped by several degrees. His eyes were blood-red and his body released chilly vapors. His muscles and limbs bulged abnormally. Not just the ground, even the surrounding air was starting to freeze.

Crimson threatened me as he grabbed a hold of my head. "A model student wouldn't do that." I replied, still trying my hardest not to laugh. I peeked behind him to look at Scarlet and noticed that she was doing the same. She was covering her mouth and even looking away so she wouldn't laugh. Crimson groaned as he let go of my head. "When the hell's this thing gonna start?? I don't wanna wear this any longer than I have to."

A few more days and we would have to tell everyone, but for now it was our secret. Eira is quiet in her seat, mulling over what everyone is saying. When Lucien makes a retort that we need to be investigating Roxy’s death, she shushes him. “Blood spilled has been prophesied before at a Crimson Ball. I do not think this vision necessarily correlates, but it is odd. A connection.” I huffed at the thought of some fortune telling vision. Part of me did want to believe it but another part, the rational part of my brain told me that it wasn’t possible. But here I was, a living breathing vampire thinking that.

Privately, entire departments focused solely on Crimson Blood. The project received a formal designation. 'Project Crimson Hunger. The name reflected the blood's most disturbing characteristic. No matter how many researchers studied it... It always seemed to demand more. More samples. More experiments. More questions. Years passed. Progress slowed. Then one expedition returned with a discovery that would redefine the project forever. Deep beneath abandoned ruins, researchers encountered a single survivor unlike anyone they had ever examined. He appeared human. His pulse was almost undetectable. His body temperature remained unnaturally low. His injuries healed before observers' eyes. Most as

" The world was grey and lifeless. Ashes fells from the skies like rain, the echo of monsters remained. Such side view of an ugly patched face and dried wildered hair and eyes widen. The crown on her head shone, as her neck makes robotics sounds in turing around. The dark grey aura around her couldn't be hidden, yet, letting out intense pressure on Nana who was quite wounded. She found out... The crimson ball in her head, revealed all. It revealed everything! She stared with the tall proud figure standing in front of her, then drifted towards the human that's were being eliminated or transformed into humans eaters. " This was never what you wanted!" Her steps struggle forwards towards the ot