Resident Evil Retribution Rain Ocampo Novels & Stories

She slammed it hard against Finn’s chest. A handful of photos slipped out and scattered across the carpet. The photos were blurry, clearly taken from a hidden angle. In a dimly lit hotel room on a messy bed lay a naked man facing away from the camera. The faint outline of his side profile could be seen, but Finn recognized it. It was his own! Beneath him lay a woman with her long disheveled hair that covered most of her face. The shape of her body and the birthmark on her exposed arm, however, unmistakably belonged to Louise.

“The last seed packet, somewhere in the old WetLab, beneath the hospital ruins. We get to it first, overwrite, salt the ground. Otherwise, the city’s a livestock pen.” Xander leaned back, calculating the odds, every nerve prickling. “Security’s nothing like it used to be. They’ll have guards, traps, old drones. Maybe worse.” “Then you’ll want to come at night,” Olivine said, and for the first time, she looked straight at Xander, no smile, and added: “I’ll need you, builder. The Rain is nothing. This is legacy.” Carolina lapsed into thought, finger tracing the rim of her cup. “How will we know the right vial?”

Old drives. But only one file glowed red. Encrypted in the oldest Umbra tongue. Title: BIRTHFALL.//VIDCORE.45. He hesitated. Then pressed play. ~~~~~~~~~~ THE FOOTAGE Static first. Then screams. Surgical lights. Gunfire. Rain hammering down through a shattered ceiling. A figure on the table—Aria, soaked in blood, hands gripping the steel. Lorenzo in the corner, shouting orders. Roji bleeding from the leg. Inez firing out the window.

"We don't have much time, ladies. We must move quickly and return to the palace!" "Are they still there, Samantha?" asked Erica. "Who?" asked Rain. "Can you see the shadows in the distance, Miss Orwell?" Rain followed the direction of Samantha's hand movement, and she could see countless black shadows with a pair of yellow, red, and blue eyes shining brightly in the darkness. Occasionally Rain could see the reflection of their pointed fangs. "Wre they...?" Rain began to tremble in fear.

Location: Eos Reborn — Reactor Core Chamber The freezing water churned violently as Damien, Vanessa, Kyle, and I pushed deeper into Eos Reborn’s flooded reactor core, its steel-plated walls trembling with ongoing explosions. The emergency lights flickered, casting dark, twisted shadows across the flooded passageways. Combat drones and armored guards emerged from the deep like mechanical predators, their rifles blazing. And there—waiting at the edge of the submerged core—stood Natalia Cross, her scarred face twisted in cold triumph, dark eyes burning with deadly intent.

The rain felt like needles on Leo’s face as he crouched beside the groaning generator, Winters’s retrieved vial pouch and data drive clutched in his hand like live grenades. The clearing was a tableau of retreating chaos: mercenaries vanishing into the downpour, dragging wounded comrades, leaving behind the shattered tablet and the chilling echo of Mack’s screams and Dominic’s enraged roar. The immediate threat receded, but the silence that followed was heavier, charged with the aftershocks of revelation and violence.

Taking my hand back, I slammed into the door, seeing the door break in with some parts of the door revealing a hole which started to let out water. This had me smiling as I took back my hand just before my heart started to burn. I was using my life force to transform. If I didn’t finish on time I would die. I let out an underwater growl, punching the door again as it broke open, just before the force of the water pushed me out of the room before I passed out. *** Brad’s POV When I was done with the couple, I went out of the room and turned on the taps of the other rooms.

He sets me on my feet and immediately I miss the intensity of his scent, the warmth of it as he held me. How do I even explain all that’s happened to him? “The children..” My voice is raw and almost a whisper. A cold look crosses Caleum’s eyes, and I don't understand that look. My mind screams at me that there can be only one meaning to that. Dimitri and Ophelia lost their lives. Casualties in the war to rescue me. I’m ready to break down into a sob, to erupt in a wail, but the mate bond pulses, and an image appears in my mind.

Then after countless failures and setbacks, she knew that hate was the most useless emotion, and that revenge was the only way to get back to the top of her life. So she stood up and turned away with red eyes, not expecting the path to be very slippery from the rain, and getting up too violently, a dizziness came to her brain, and her feet slipped and she actually rolled a few meters along the path, hitting her forehead hard at the corner of the tombstone and instantly lost consciousness. The rainstorm gradually stopped, the bright red blood spread with the rainwater, from afar to look particularly blinding ...... A few days later, Wright Group.

She struggled herself and jumped on the bed. "I want you Angelo. I want you." She said and she asleep. I took a duvet and a pillow and spread it on the floor. I laid on the floor and stared at the ceiling. "I must have my revenge. I must get rid of the Marcellos. I must kill them all for what they've done to me." I said to myself. Tears kept falling down the side of my eyes again. "I have to take revenge for Luna. I have to make more money so I can bury her properly." I said to myself. I couldn't say a word. It felt as if I was choking.