Alice Resident Evil: Extinction Mga Nobela at Kwento

Most of the victims of the mysterious virus were productive-age Alphas, including the most recent ones. Before approaching, I searched for something to use for digging. Luckily, luck was on my side once again. I found a shovel lying near an old shack, likely used during a recent burial. I took the shovel and walked towards the grave with Sabrina's name. She was the Omega servant at Cassian's palace who died from the virus.

“I found a roadmap on Alice’s laptop. ‘PROJECT TITAN’. Alice and you. You colluded. You used Charles to force me out of London.” Marcel confirmed the collusion. “Yes. Alice was the architect. She wanted justice, not your money. She came to avenge her father. And I helped her because you always underestimated me; you lived easily while I was tortured by Charles.” Their tense exchange was cut short by Thomas. “Morgan! I found something sinister.” On the screen was a timer—set to activate a complete, untraceable copy of the Angel Network immediately after the Lazarus Code finished. “It’s Alice’s signature,” Thomas explained. “She doesn’t just want justice. She wants to destroy the entire game.”

She walked slowly to his front with a cold expression and looked down at him. “Please show mercy?” he begged. Layla raised her pistol. “Wrong family.” Bang! And just like that, it was over the werewolf fell and laid lifelessly. After about some minutes passed. Only the fire crackling through broken wood and the stench of blood remained. Alice put a bullet through the last beta still gurgling on the floor. Calvin nodded once. “Burn it.” Alice moved without pause, flicking accelerants across the floor. Layla struck the match with a thumb and tossed it.

The next day, Angelic and William went back to the hospital where Anika Foster died. The first thing they did was to review the CCTV footage, but no odd image from the monitor was recorded. William suggested to see the room where the child has been admitted for more than three days. The room remained untidy, there were still blood and fluid on the floor, William took his micro cylinder to get some specimens, including the blood, fluid and some strands of hair scattered on the floor. The room was stinky but they continue finding things that could help them for the investigation.

“They lost her. Officially: stillbirth. But none of the records match. The files show she survived two weeks before being removed from the database.” Colton’s voice was low-kindling. “Eva and Alice… twins?” Delaney flipped the folder to show sequential scans: two embryos. One labeled Candidate Alpha. One labeled Beta. Next to them: genetic build modifications, memory seeding trials, limbic mapping. “There’s no trace in Echo’s databank,” Delaney said, voice tight. “But the original logs—pre-burn—match identical design. Alice was a ghost. She existed, but they scrubbed the world of her.”

Then alarms suddenly screamed through the apartment. Devon rushed back into the living room holding his tablet. His face had gone pale. “We’ve been traced.” Aizen stood instantly. “How?” “I don’t know yet.” Devon moved toward the dead monitors quickly. “All backup servers are being remotely destroyed.” Estella’s pulse spiked immediately. “What?!” One monitor flickered weakly again. Corrupted files flooded the screen. Folders disappearing one by one. Devon cursed under his breath and began typing rapidly. “No no no—”

It was raw, industrial, and filled with the ghosts of decisions made too quickly. Jessica slotted the shard into the core panel. A soft hum filled the air. “Voice print verification required,” the machine said. Lena stepped forward. “Lena Albrecht. Terminate Lazarus Protocol.” The system paused. “Are you certain?” “Yes.” “Are you absolutely certain?” “Yes.” “Lazarus cannot be reversed.” “I said yes.” There was a long silence. Then: “Voice accepted.” The screen went dark. Jessica pulled the shard and placed it into the steel incinerator slot. They watched it burn—silver edges curling, flickering blue flame consuming the last trace of Mara’s contingency.

Alice should have not ever supported those two in their revenge. “You… you’re not different from Valeria Valladolid.” Alice smiled sarcastically. “You killed Charles. You killed him, and you'll pay for that.” Amelia’s tears stopped right away. She wasn’t expecting that. Amelia wasn’t like Valeria Valladolid. Amelia was Erika, Erika was kind, loving and caring. But the look that Alice wasn’t giving her wasn’t helping at all, it only reinforced what Alice had expressed. “Alice, I-”

Remembers the desperate hope that maybe Alice would listen. "But I didn't listen," Alice continues. "I injected the poison into her IV. And I watched her die. It took about five minutes. She tried to reach for the call button but the poison was paralyzing her. She couldn't move. She just lay there with tears running down her face." The room is silent. Elara sits frozen, listening to the description of her own death. "Lucas came in right at the end," Alice says. "He watched her take her last breath. Then he kissed me. Said we were free. That everything would be perfect now."

Quiet means the price I paid last night was worth it. As the minutes ticked by on the grandfather clock in the hallway, Luca’s anxiety began to spike. The deep, rhythmic tick-tock felt like a countdown to his execution. He knew Graves’ twenty-minute warning had been for their arrival, but he had no idea how long this miracle of a visit was supposed to last. Adrian hadn't given an exact curfew, which made the uncertainty even more agonizing. Was he allowed an hour? Two? Would Graves abruptly stand up and drag him back to the cage?