....
The soldiers, police officers, and U.B.C.S. units immediately opened fire, forming a defensive line as waves of mutated zombies poured in from every direction.
Bang!—Bang!—Bang!
Gunfire echoed nonstop, muzzle flashes lighting up the smoke-filled streets.
"Oh my God… why did it suddenly turn into this?" Claire said in disbelief, staring at the chaos unfolding before her eyes.
"Come on, Claire. We need to find somewhere safer first," Allen said firmly, firing his weapon as several mutated monkeys and zombie dogs charged toward them from the rubble.
Svetlana, Rachel, Ada, Karina, and Mikhaela immediately joined in, opening fire with precise movements, cutting down the creatures one by one and clearing a narrow path forward.
Everyone agreed. Without wasting another second, they moved together as a unit, advancing while following the civilians being evacuated under heavy military escort. Explosions continued to shake the area as helicopters roared overhead, while the ground trembled beneath the weight of massive creatures rampaging through the streets.
"We're under attack by unknown monsters! Requesting immediate backup units!" a Federation soldier shouted into his radio.
Before anyone could respond—
A massive shadow lunged out of the smoke.
The soldier was suddenly dragged backward, his body slammed violently onto the ground as a mutated lion pounced on him. Its flesh was grotesquely twisted, muscles bulging unnaturally, veins pulsing beneath torn skin as thick saliva dripped from its exposed fangs.
"Ahhh—! AHHH! Help me!" the soldier screamed, desperately reaching out toward the others.
"What are you standing around for?! Shoot it—use the RPG, anything you've got!" the corporal roared.
Bang! Bang!
Swiiih—!
BOOOOM!
The rocket struck true.
A violent explosion tore through the street, flames and debris erupting into the air as the beast was engulfed in fire. The shockwave sent nearby zombies flying in all directions, briefly clearing the path.
But the moment of relief was short-lived.
The screams, gunfire, and monstrous roars continued without pause.
This wasn't just survival anymore—
It was a battlefield.
"Allen—this way!" Carlos shouted as he spotted Allen and his group, providing cover fire while gunning down several zombies closing in on them.
"Thanks, mate," Allen replied as they moved toward him.
"No problem. Come on—we should head for the shelter too," Carlos said, signaling the remaining Federation troops to hold the line and secure the area.
Allen agreed. After all, if he and his group dealt with every monster attacking the area, it would draw far too much attention—and that was exactly what he didn't want. Too many eyes on them would only raise suspicion.
Not long after, Allen's team successfully slipped into a secured location, reaching temporary safety while the fighting outside continued. Gunfire and explosions echoed in the distance as soldiers and remaining units worked to clear the streets.
Moments later, four military helicopters arrived overhead. Gunships from the Federation forces immediately opened fire, unleashing heavy weapons and wiping out the remaining mutated zombies crawling out of the shattered sewers—torn open earlier by the giant worm.
Missiles and machine-gun fire rained down without mercy.
Outside, the battlefield was being erased piece by piece.
Inside the shelter, Allen and his group finally had a moment to breathe—knowing the nightmare aboveground was far from over.
Meanwhile, the Federation forces continued to hold their ground, but casualties were mounting rapidly. Many of their soldiers had already fallen, torn apart by the relentless horrors unleashed throughout the city. The growing death toll only fueled the Federation troops' hatred toward Umbrella, hardening their resolve with every fallen comrade.
.....
At the same time, a separate Federation military unit—led by General Wilson—was operating deep within the northern drainage sector, far underground. From beneath the city, they began deploying smaller squads, systematically encircling the area.
During the sweep, the soldiers discovered an underground railway line, one that appeared to directly connect the drainage facility to NEST.
"Command, we've found a railway tunnel here," reported the captain leading the squad, his voice echoing through the comms.
"Hm. Good," Wilson replied from outside the disposal facility. "That confirms the intel was genuine. Begin Procedure Two."
However, not long after more Federation soldiers moved deeper into the railway area, a train suddenly came rushing toward them through the tunnel.
"Train incoming! Take cover!" one of the soldiers shouted as the headlights rapidly closed in, the roar of steel echoing through the underground passage. For a split second, it looked like the train was going to plow straight through their formation—
—but then, right in the middle of the tunnel, the train screeched to a halt.
The doors slid open.
In an instant, multiple B.O.W.s leapt out from inside the cars—Hunters and Lickers, their twisted bodies moving with terrifying speed as they lunged straight at the soldiers.
The troops immediately opened fire.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Gunfire thundered through the tunnel as muzzle flashes lit up the darkness. Additional support units rushed in, joining the firefight and attempting to hold the line.
Even so, the casualties were severe.
Some soldiers were torn apart alive, dragged screaming into the shadows. Others were ripped to shreds, their bodies left broken across the blood-soaked tracks as the monsters rampaged through the railway.
The brutality they were forced to face again and again left the Federation soldiers numb, their minds struggling to keep up with the constant carnage.
"My God… what kind of monsters are we even fighting anymore?" the captain muttered, his voice heavy as he looked over the blood-soaked tunnel.
At the same time, Federation military units were infiltrating from other entry points, steadily tightening the noose around the area. The operation had turned into a full-scale encirclement, with forces moving in from four different directions.
Waiting for them in the depths was Sergei.
Standing at his side were Tyrant Nemesis and two Tyrant-103 units, their massive silhouettes motionless yet menacing in the dim light. Surrounding them were hundreds of Umbrella mercenaries, fully armed and prepared for combat, along with an elite detachment of the U.S.S. unit, led by none other than H.U.N.K himself.
...
Meanwhile, back at the Clock Tower—
"Allen," Ada called as she stepped closer to him, her voice low and cautious.
"Hmmm? What is it?" Allen replied calmly, turning his attention to her.
"I have a feeling the people who tried to detain you earlier were Simmons' men," Ada said quietly. "I've seen some of those soldiers before. You could say they're fiercely loyal to Simmons."
Allen raised an eyebrow at that, though his expression remained relaxed and composed, as if the revelation didn't surprise him in the slightest. Before he could respond, Claire looked between them with visible curiosity.
"Simmon? Who is Simmon?" Claire asked, clearly confused by the name.
"Well," Allen began casually, a faint teasing smile forming on his lips, "Simmon is one of the people who currently holds a high position within the Federation. You could say he once had a special connection with Ada. But since Ada is my woman now, the guy got jealous. And judging by what just happened, he's probably trying to frame me by accusing me of being responsible for the chaos in this city."
Ada immediately reached up and pinched Allen's cheek in response. "Don't believe a word he says, Claire," she said flatly. "I don't have any kind of relationship with Simmon. And hey, darling—wasn't you the jealous one who forbade me from working with Simmon ever again?"
"Haha, okay, okay—my bad. I was just joking," Allen replied quickly, laughing it off.
Claire couldn't help but let out a small laugh at their exchange, the tension easing slightly despite the chaos surrounding them.
Allen's expression soon turned serious again as he shifted his focus back to the situation at hand. After a brief moment of thought, he made his decision.
"Yeah… in that case, I think we should leave this place while we still can," Allen said firmly.
The choice was clear. Leaving the evacuation area as soon as possible was the best option. Allen had no desire to deal with Federation operatives any further—especially if their involvement would complicate the evacuation process or put innocent civilians at risk. He had no intention of gambling other people's lives over a conflict that had nothing to do with them.
Outside, the battle was still raging. Explosions shook the ground, gunfire echoed through the streets, and monstrous roars cut through the smoke-filled air as creatures tore through what remained of the city. That chaos created the perfect opportunity. With all eyes focused on the fighting, they could slip away unnoticed.
Using the helicopter Karena had hidden earlier with Pym Particles, they had a clean and quiet escape route.
Allen subtly gave a signal to the girls to quietly move through the back exit. One by one, they slipped away unnoticed, leaving behind the frightened group of civilians still gathered inside.
When they reached the exit area, Allen spotted Carlos, who was standing guard together with Leon and Kevin.
"Hey… Allen. We figured you'd be leaving," Carlos said, giving a discreet signal that allowed Allen's group to pass through.
"Yeah. You don't need to explain anything. Just go," Leon said calmly. "We'll pretend we didn't see you slipping out of here. We trust you."
Kevin simply nodded.
"Thanks, guys," Allen replied. "If you ever make it to L.A., look me up. I'll buy you all a drink."
They nodded in response. "Sure," they answered.
Then Allen left the area together with his women.
.....
Meanwhile, long after Allen and his group had already disappeared, the soldiers returned to the area to search for him.
"Hey, where is the man named Allen? Have you seen him?" This time, the one asking was a Captain, who had arrived holding an official arrest warrant in his hand.
The people around him slowly shook their heads. None of them could—or would—give him an answer. They genuinely didn't know where Allen was anymore.
"Sir… I believe the man named Allen left earlier during the chaos outside," Mikhail said as he stepped forward, deliberately positioning himself as a shield for his men. He knew full well that they had intentionally allowed Allen to leave.
The Captain narrowed his eyes. "Old man, you'd better be telling the truth. If you're lying, you'll learn the consequences the hard way."
Before Mikhail could respond—
BOOM!
A massive explosion erupted outside, shaking the structure violently.
"What's happening now?" the Captain shouted as he turned toward the source of the blast.
"Sir! Several giant worms are attacking our vehicles!" a soldier reported urgently.
"Then what are you waiting for?" the Captain snapped. "Use heavy weapons! Why are you letting them stay alive?! Use explosives, RPGs—whatever you've got!"
He raised his voice, barking orders. "Move it! Let's deal with those monsters first—wipe them out!"
Tanks soon began rolling into the area, their engines roaring as they took position.
"Open fire! Don't let a single one escape!" the command officer shouted.
BOOOOM!
Explosions erupted one after another. Giant worms and the remaining monsters were torn apart, wiped out by a barrage of RPG blasts, grenades, and tank shells. Fire and debris filled the air as the battlefield was finally cleared of movement.
"Good work," the Captain said arrogantly, lowering his weapon as he surveyed the destruction.
"Clean up this area and secure all civilians," he ordered coldly, issuing new commands to the troops.
Since it was clear that Allen was no longer here—and likely long gone—the Captain shifted his focus to another objective: evacuating the civilians still remaining in the area and restoring control over the site.
.....
Meanwhile, several blocks away from the Clock Tower, Allen and his group were already moving toward another building, heading for the rooftop. Along the way, they cleared the area with ease, eliminating any remaining threats without slowing down.
Once they reached the roof, they could see the situation more clearly. Military forces had secured the area below, successfully escorting civilians to safety. The streets were still scarred by battle, but order was slowly being restored.
Claire took in the scene, then turned to the others.
"So… what now?" she asked. "Are we waiting for someone to come pick us up?"
Instead of answering right away, Karena simply smiled. She opened the suitcase she had been carrying and pulled out what looked like a small miniature helicopter.
Claire blinked. "…Why are you taking out a toy now?"
Without saying a word, Karena tossed a small object toward the miniature helicopter.
Swush—!
In an instant, the tiny helicopter expanded, metal unfolding and reshaping itself until a full-sized helicopter stood before them, its rotors slowly spinning as it powered up.
"What the hell—?!" Claire gasped in shock, instinctively turning to look at Allen.
The other girls just smiled, clearly enjoying the expression on their newest sister's face. There was a quiet sense of satisfaction in their eyes, as if this kind of surprise was something they were already used to.
"Come on, let's get in," Allen said calmly. "I'll explain everything once we're inside."
Claire nodded, still stunned, and climbed into the helicopter. One by one, the others followed.
Moments later, the helicopter lifted off, leaving Raccoon City behind as smoke and distant explosions faded into the distance.
The End... 🙃