The first two hallways were on the path it had recently taken, and the results of their work were plain to see. Zombies slumped against the walls with broken skulls, eyes bulging from their heads. One still twitched, and it reached down to break its neck.
Then to rip the pocketed vest off the corpse's torso, holding it out to the human. This one had been a guard. The infected had lost its gun, but it still held things a similar human could use.
It could not. It had been trained to understand them, how to use objects in its environment to defend and hunt and destroy. But human weapons were made for human hands and human arms and human muscles. They were too small. Too short. Too delicate. And in their small buildings, it was easier to simply grab and punch and snap than to use a weapon.
Especially human guns. Their tiny fingers worked well with them. Its fingers did not. It had been trained, but the guns Umbrella made for Tyrants were not for use when protecting a human. And they had not been granted access.
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Then to rip the pocketed vest off the corpse's torso, holding it out to the human. This one had been a guard. The infected had lost its gun, but it still held things a similar human could use.
It could not. It had been trained to understand them, how to use objects in its environment to defend and hunt and destroy. But human weapons were made for human hands and human arms and human muscles. They were too small. Too short. Too delicate. And in their small buildings, it was easier to simply grab and punch and snap than to use a weapon.
Especially human guns. Their tiny fingers worked well with them. Its fingers did not. It had been trained, but the guns Umbrella made for Tyrants were not for use when protecting a human. And they had not been granted access.