Rico’s grapple shot out, sinking into the fuselage of a derelict cargo plane wedged into the cathedral’s bell tower. He yanked, propelling himself across the smoky chasm. Below, the streets were a moving carpet of the wretched. Farmers with pitchforks, their skin sloughing off like wet clay. Soldiers with half their faces missing, still clutching rifles that fired ghost bullets. And worst of all—the tether zombies .
The mod had twisted Rico’s own signature weapon against him. These special infected could fire organic grapples from their ribcages, snagging jets from the sky or pulling rebel vehicles into crowds of the living. Rico had watched a friend—a grizzled rebel named Mario—get yanked out of a helicopter’s cockpit by a strand of pulsating, vein-like rope. Mario hadn’t died. He’d converted in under ten seconds, his eyes melting into amber light before he turned and fired his own tether at Rico.
The first infected had no eyes—just two pits of molten orange code where irises should have been. It shambled out of the lab’s loading bay, still wearing the tattered uniform of a Medici general. When Rico grappled past it, his retractor pulling him skyward, the thing didn't scream. It whispered his name in Di Ravello’s digitized voice. just cause 3 zombie mod
The tendril pulled. Rico fired.
Now, the island was a symphony of groans. Rico’s grapple shot out, sinking into the fuselage
Rico Rodriguez, the Scourge of the Mediterranean, the Man Who Blew Up a Dictatorship for Fun, felt something he hadn't felt since he was a child watching his village burn: raw, animal terror.
He fell for a long time, through a void of unrendered space. Then, with a soft thump , he landed on a grassy hillside overlooking a pristine, uninfected Porto Cavo. The sun was warm. A cow mooed. In the distance, a Black Hand patrol jeep drove along a coastal road, blissfully unaware. Farmers with pitchforks, their skin sloughing off like
He had one option. The mod’s ultimate failsafe: the Reality Anchor . A device he’d stolen from the same lab—a briefcase-sized EMP that, when triggered, would delete every non-player entity within a two-kilometer radius. Including the zombies. Including the Hive. Including, potentially, himself.
