Resident Evil Retribution Rain Ocampo Novels & Stories

Storm was leading another team from the opposite direction of the exit so that the two teams would meet at a certain point. Vinca was done crying. The filthy bastards could do whatever they wanted with her and then kill her. Her reputation wouldn't matter if she was dead anyway. She closed her eyes and wished for death to come quickly. **** Storm and his men had found the truck in a field. It was covered with branches to make it look like an overgrown bush. Though it was dark, his trained eyes had noticed that the bush had a weird shape so they moved closer to it. Each of them had powerful rechargeable flashlights with them but because they didn't want to announce their presence, Storm switc

“Lucas… what if she’s right?” He pulled her close, his voice low and fierce. “Then we’ll rewrite the truth ourselves.” _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Outside, thunder rolled across the hills, and miles away, deep inside the sealed Salvador Foundation, Amara Holt stood before the reactivated console. The red lights blinked in sequence as she entered a final command: PROJECT MIRROR: PHASE III- INITIATION SEQUENCE ENABLED.

Marcos and Erika were alive and they had come back to get their revenge. “Let’s see who gets there first. I could’ve killed once, I can kill you twice, and this time I’m not going to fail.” *************** THE NEXT MORNING The Valladolid Hacienda was ready to receive the special guests of Valeria Valladolid. Everything was set up, Zein, Antonio, Patricia and already waiting for the people who had gotten off the black vans in front of the Hacienda. Arm in arm, Marcos and Amelia came in, the same way as Alice and Charles did. By that time, Charles had become a strong pile in the revenge that Alice, Marcos and Erika had planned. It was obvious he had to be invited as well.

The task ahead was enormous. As she watched on, Melloch followed the first wave of Reapers out of the cave. He was taller than the others, heavier and stronger. When he reached the rocky terrace he stopped and sniffed at the air, a guttural sound pushing its way up and out of his throat. The scent of impending rain hung heavy on the breeze and he blinked slowly, his flat black eyes staring out over the field. He held up his right hand and the first wave of Reapers suddenly stopped where they were. The drumming fell silent and the last echoes of their marching feet drifted away on the wind. Aurora held her breath. Something was wrong.

The rain in this city never felt like a cleansing; it felt like a burial. I stood in the darkened corner of my safe house, the only light provided by the glowing array of monitors that fed me the digital lifeblood of the De La Fonte empire. My phone buzzed—a short, sharp vibration that signaled an alert from my bypass in the hospital’s security grid. Subject 1: Lucid Interval. Verbal exchange recorded with Catrina Lombardi.

His body trembled. "S... Si..." Owen leaned closer. "What?" Oscar grabbed his shirt weakly. His fingers barely had any strength left. "Silea..." Owen froze. His eyes widened in disbelief. "What?" Oscar swallowed painfully. "Silea..." Another cough. "Poison..." Owen's entire body went numb. "No..." Oscar's eyes were already losing focus. "No, Dad! Stay with me!" "Protect..." Oscar struggled for one last breath. "Yourself..."

Just snow and shadows and silence. Perfect for ghosts. Luca started setting perimeter charges. Nico handled comms and power. Matteo dragged a table into the main room and dropped the drive on it. “You sure about this?” he asked me. “No,” I said. “But it’s time.” We sat together as the drive powered on, screen flickering blue. A countdown appeared: 47:56:21 And then beneath it, in blood-red letters: SUBJECT 01 – PROTOTYPE RESONANCE EVENT TRIGGERED

There, among the routine alerts, was a new notification—a text message that read simply, “This isn’t over, Aurora. You’ve just lit a fuse.” In that moment, the triumph of her revenge twisted into uncertainty. Aurora’s mind raced with possibilities. Was this the desperate clamor of Dorian’s remaining loyalists, or something far more sinister? The anonymity of the message sent a shiver through her spine. It was as if the darkness itself was speaking—a dark promise that her actions had unleashed a chain of events beyond her control.

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She pushes my head into the water and I try to scream but end up drowning, feeling my body start to become limp. “What is going on here Angel, get her out of the bath tub now!” Cierra growls. “Ugh, we're just playing a bit, that’s all,” Angel rolls her eyes at me as I start coughing out water. “Oh my God Lila, here you go!” Cierra wraps a towel around my face. “Ahhhh, my eyes burn,” I scream.