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- He lifted his gaze from Alice and looked at the Melange. The flames consuming it still burned bright, but the conglomerate creature’s exertions had lessened, and its chorus of screams had dwindled to feeble moans. Alice doubted the thing would last much longer. Evidently, Wesker came to the same conclusion, for he said, “I think it unlikely that the Melange will be able to get hold of you before it dies. There’s too much distance between you and it, and its reach isn’t what it was. Luckily, I can fix that.”
- Wesker, moving with speed that a short time ago Alice could’ve matched, bent down, took hold of her wrists, and swiftly dragged her to the Melange’s closest edge until Alice was less than ten feet from it. She felt searing heat rolling off the mutated monstrosity, and this close the stench of burning flesh was so thick, she found it almost impossible to breathe. Wesker released her wrists and her arms fell to the ground, limp and useless. He looked down at her, and this time when he smiled, he showed his teeth.
- - Chapter 2
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