Resident Evil Retribution Rain Ocampo Novels & Stories

Carson asked. Omar shook his head. “Would you have? Everyone I knew was dead. The system that fed us was imploding. Stephanie’s agents were everywhere.” “And yet,” Lena said, “you’re still using a Valcourt ID.” Omar poured the tea. “Because survival doesn’t always let you be choosy.” They sat in silence for a while. Finally, Lena pulled out the drive. “This contains what’s left of Obsidian Legacy. Rafael’s last archive. But your name isn’t in it.”

She pointed at the camera on the wall, then went there and signaled them to watch the movement of her hand. They watched attentively as she shut off the camera in a twinkle of an eye and put it on review. It kept showing them looking up even when they are now looking at the desktop. "This way, nobody will suspect a thing and before they notice that the camera is on refresh for them to call for backups, you must have been done and already on your way out. The reason why you have the military uniforms is also not to arouse suspicions immediately until you guys get to kill the persons shown to you before"

Everything--- the creaking chains, the bloody altar, the feast, and the Hall of Hamad the Headhunter. Just as she was about to enter into the darkness, Jin gently placed his hand on her shoulder and the memory vanished in a blink of an eye. "Raeya, you're holding it again." Raeya's eyes grew big. She looked at herself and true enough, her hand was on her chest. The place where she was stabbed...She immediately withdrew her hand. "I---I'm sorry. I just... I remembered..." "I know. Retribution, right?"

He had to draw her attention again to hand her the cup. It was when Patricia made to leave that she noticed the table by the window. Her eyes had never seen an odder sight—the Chicago's Pack omega alpha daughter and the Luna of the San Francisco Pack. Tapping on her camera, she took a photo of the two for... digital evidence. Cecily was going to love this.

His whole body hit the wall in front of him intensely harshly and violently. “Ouch! Hanny’s Brother Hades seems not to be able to fend off and fight off that red orpiment. We should do something to help him, Evania. What should we do? What should we do to save him from that deadly as well as hazardous red orpiment, Evania?” Sumico pulled Evania’s hand and would take her nearer to the battlefield. “Wait… Wait… Wait, Sumico… Don’t be too panicked and hasty please… I’m searching for something…” Evania turned round and round her head and finally she found a water tap together with its quite long water hose not too far from their spots as well as the battlefield.

The 4WD reversed down the road at a crazy speed and a squeal of tires, swinging a wild circle in order to roar off around a corner and out of sight. Talen appeared before him, crouching over Cameron, his hair loose about his face and flecked with blood, and his eyes red. “Get into the house Rhett,” he said as he picked up Cameron in his arms, cradling him against his chest, and Rhett scrambled to his feet, running clumsily towards the doorway ahead of the vampire, and collecting Aislen as he crossed the threshold, pulling her back into the shadows with him, pressing her down into a crouch on the floor.

He lowered himself into his chair, bowing his head to the other elders, who mirrored his gesture in unison, an eerie harmony that sent chills through me. A figure rose—Demetri, whose tattooed fingers drummed anxiously against the dark table, a restless heartbeat amid the stillness. “My testimony regarding Reaper's actions is one of utter devastation. Armandos’ compound lies in ruins, men are dead, and it was Reaper and Rico who orchestrated this havoc.” His voice trembled with urgency as he took his seat, but to my astonishment, Elder Briar raised a hand, commanding him to stand once more.

Through heavy splashes and lashing of rain and over the thunderous claps of the storm, comes a boom as the current is expelled from my body. A bright flash of light covers the battlefield causing a deafening silence. My feet sink into the sandy mud and the rain that falls crystalizes. Like sharp shards of glass, the droplets fall cutting our skin. When the brilliant ball of white light fades the undead lay in a circle around us unmoving. Lyric stands, taking my hand “Are they going to get up again?” I calm my heavy breathing, waiting, watching for movement but none come. “I hope not,” I reply Feeling slightly weaker but still able to fight.

The scent told me this was the real deal and not just a model. I prodded the skull again, doing my best to suppress my panic when a piece of paper slipped out. Written out crudely on it was: ‘You whore! You ruined everything! Meet me at the pack's east border before midnight. Don’t test my patience, Omega.’ My throat dried at the last sentence. The word ‘omega’ stared maliciously back at me, a title that I could never escape. How did whoever this is was know my identity? I threw on a hoodie, pants and my hiking boots on autopilot. Could they just be speculating?

I felt the lack of oxygen and my muscles started to get tired, making me slow down my pace as I could hear the loud footsteps that Vivian made, already nearing. Suddenly, a few large droplets of rain began to fall, quickly followed by a deluge of heavy rain that pounded against the ground, filling the air with the sound of rushing water. I couldn't help but tremble from the coldness of the breeze and my whole body was wet from the rain. “DAHLIA!” When I looked back, it was Kaleid who had now appeared in front of me with buds of water dripping onto his body, cause of the rain, as he took out his dagger and kicked the large monster Vivian, who almost attacked me.