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In a brutal gesture, he violently propelled her outside with devastating force. Her body was thrown into the air as an involuntary scream escaping her lips. The rough and cold ground brutally caught (Name), taking her breath away. But before she could fully regain her senses, the armed man rushed with his knife towards the woman still on the ground, ready to plunge it straight into her throat. "You will pay for what happened earlier."

Luckily, she had quick reflexes to put her arms in front of her and fend off the attack from the former Major, but the strength in his arms far surpassed hers. And the knife was getting closer and closer to her skin.

Suddenly, adrenaline surged through her veins, silencing the pain and fear that threatened to engulf her, as she managed to escape his grip with a well-executed swift move. Immediately after that, she quickly got back on her feet, ready to strike back. Her eyes locked onto Krauser, on the ground from her counterattack, a mixture of determination and anger animating her gaze. Without wasting time, (Name) seized a nearby piece of scrap metal, gripping it tightly. She knew her only chance of survival was to neutralize that man before he could harm her further. Even though he was twice her weight and size, what did she have to lose by trying? I'm as good as dead anyway...

"I must admit..." Krauser began as he got up from his fall. "You're not bad for a mere journalist."

"I'm not your ordinary journalist.." (Name) retorted, assuming a defensive stance. "Let's just say I'm accustomed to the 'field.'" Even though I had never seen this 'kind' of thing before...

A slight laughter escaped her opponent's lips. "Well, try to hold on as long as you can. You're going to die either way."

Krauser lunged at (Name) without hesitation, and their duel began in the oppressive darkness of this eerie landscape. The movements were swift and fierce, each seeking to gain the upper hand over the other. His knife whistled through the air, threatening to pierce her defense, while she exerted all her strength to fend off his attacks and retaliate with her improvised scrap metal. The sounds of steel against steel reverberated in the surroundings, accompanied by Krauser's determined grunts and (Name)'s panting breaths.

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But it didn't take long for the soldier to slowly gain the advantage in their intense confrontation. Obviously, despite her determination, she had no chance. Fuck, this bastard is too strong. (Name) began to feel a twinge of despair as she knew she had to act quickly to turn the tide.

As she found herself in a weakened position once again, pressed against a wall, both arms attempting to push back her assailant, she felt her muscles grow weaker. This time, she wouldn't be able to escape from his grasp.

"A soldier.. li-like you?" (Name) struggled to articulate, drawing on her last reserves of strength to resist. "I can understand what happened with your soldiers was un..unforgivable. But that doesn't give you a reason to target innocent people."

"So, what's the plan? Are we giving persuasive speeches to discourage while facing imminent death? Am I no longer disgusting?" His grip grew stronger, and the young woman's words only served to further infuriate the soldier. Fucking hell, it's only a matter of time before I snap.

"You...y-you still are, make no mistake, but you're clearly being manipulated by all these people. I.. just find it truly unfortunate."

"I'm a free man who made a choice."

She had to find a solution as quickly as possible if she didn't want to die now. The blade drew closer, while Krauser's strength intensified, overpowering that of our young journalist. It was only a matter of millimeters before the knife pierced her heart. Drops of sweat fell from (Name)'s forehead, a mix of exertion and stress, as her arms began to tremble under the pressure.

"Fuck-I'm not.. talking about that cult. I know you've just infiltrated it." the tip of the blade started to graze the woman's skin. "Hmph..that red-dressed woman and a man named Wesker, I overheard them using you." Those were her last words before Krauser retrieved his knife and prepared to plunge it into the young woman again.

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"How do you know about them?!" the man exclaimed aggressively.

I’m not dead? The knife was intentionally lodged in the wall a few millimeters from her face.

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Damn, I'm not dead. she thought to herself, slumping to the ground, her limbs unable to hold her up after all the effort. Her condition left her unable to attempt anything further, her heart racing and breathing becoming increasingly labored as she struggled to comprehend how she was still alive.

"Talk, now." he said sternly.

He stood before her, his features hardening as he fought against the emotions overwhelming him. "I overheard a conversation. I swear." the breathless young woman replied.

Abandoning any notion of combat, he took a step back, creating space between them. His piercing eyes were fixed on (Name), searching for the truth in her expressions. The soldier remained silent, seemingly weighing her words in his mind. They were not mentioned in the documents; she couldn't have made them up. His thoughts were in turmoil, his convictions shaken by the possibility of being manipulated.

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"Krauser? Are you there? Have you found the girl?" a sound came from Krauser's pocket. "Our followers couldn't find her."

A silence fell as the two locked eyes for what seemed like an eternity. The man took a deep breath before grabbing his walkie from his pocket.

"She's not on my side, try looking south on the island."

Wait-what? the young woman's brows furrowed suddenly, confusion etched on her face. Why didn't he expose her?

Noticing the expression on the woman's face, Krauser approached her, finally crouching to her level as he retrieved his knife, still embedded in the wall.