It wasn't going to be that easy. The dogs had already died once, and the state had not been strong enough to stick. That little knife has hardly going to be enough do the job either.

The animal took the blade in the gut and gave a sharp yelp. It twisted on the ground, but didn't still, didn't stay - didn't die. It found its footing again, the handle of the knife sticking out like a rib unbound.

It came again as its partner struck from the car, leaping toward Aunamee's shoulders. They attacked together, and Wesker loomed up from behind, ready with a closed fist for when the man dodged away.