Resident Evil Retribution Rain Ocampo Novels & Stories

When we got back to the base, it was already noon. It wasn’t really easy because we have to walk past through those rotten and they’re many of them along the road. As usual, the whole place was quiet. But I must say that Justine was right. The rain indeed helped us get back to the base safely and smoothly. And I just learned another thing from that journey. Rotten couldn’t see us nor hunt for their prey when it’s raining. I bet it’s something connected to their olfactory, because based on my observation when it’s raining, their sense of hearing doesn’t seem to function properly, since what they’re hearing first were the rain droplets.

From then on, I had no choice but to turn a blind eye to the matter. Today, however, I was acting so boldly because of my rebirth. In my past life, on this very day, Summer and Jean had gone to the market after putting something to cook in the oven. I'd gone out with a friend to buy some things. When I returned, the dorm was already on fire. Summer had been terrified at the sight of the flames. She'd muttered to Jean, "How could this happen? Nothing's ever gone wrong with that oven." Jean was more terrified than her. She'd trembled all over. "I-I don't know. Maybe it wasn't the oven."

Black-clad people flooded into the room. A figure grabbed me by the hair. I kicked and screamed. But I couldn't hold them off. Cassian fought too. Malik too. But they outnumbered us. Everything was very blurry. Until the last thing I saw was a syringe. A cold touch on my jaw. And a voice I haven’t heard in many years. "Hello, Raine," Ophelia cooed. "Welcome home to Greyborn." Darkness swallowed me up.

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.

“That shit detonates on impact. It tears a hole through their victims. I watched it rip a man in half there on the field. We can’t walk through that. “And even if we try to do that, did you forget thy we would be standing on thin ice? They could target the ice and forget about us. The water is cold as fuck. It’s in degrees that go below the normal temperature.” They agreed with me. “What do we do then?” V asked. “Because I need to have revenge for the people I’ve lost.” I looked around the ice defense we were standing behind. When I had killed off those rogues, their guns had been left behind.