Resident Evil Retribution Rain Ocampo Novels & Stories

A sensor chimed somewhere near the dashboard, and the gate doors swung open smoothly without a sound. Finally, we arrived. The rain was pouring so hard, I could barely see anything beyond the car. Reto opened the door for me, his hands holding a black umbrella over my head. “Please this way.” he gestured to the big mansion in front of me. I stepped out, then stopped. The rain was coming down so hard that I could barely make out the compound. Lightning flashed across the sky, briefly revealing the massive estate before everything disappeared into darkness again. The strong wind blew the rain sideways, soaking my ankles as I stood beside the car. Before I could move forward to join Reto, I fel

"Riley? What's wrong? Did the gunshots scare you? It's okay, I took care of them..." Riley still didn't respond, just a faint, phlegmy rasp rattling in her throat. An ominous feeling crept up Preston's spine. He reached out on instinct, wanting to touch her trembling shoulder. "Riley, don't scare me. Say something..." Just as his fingertips were about to brush her sleeve. He noticed a pinned message had gone up on the regional chat channel. Anonymous player: [Warning! Warning! The rainwater carries a highly latent zombie virus! Anyone who came into direct contact with the rain is about to undergo irreversible transformation! Terminate them immediately! Repeat! Terminate them immediately!]

Remnant Ambush (Gabriel’s POV) Rain lashed my face as I crouched in the shadows of the abandoned warehouse, the storm’s howl masking my steps. Bloodclaw’s remnant hideout loomed, its rusted walls creaking, the air thick with rain and rogue scent. My claws stayed retracted, my human form tense, my eyes glowing briefly as I led Nightmoor scouts through the dark. Vera’s message from Starfang’s quarters—“Damon’s the traitor”—burned in my mind, her sharp voice reigniting the hunt.

“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.

He sees the face of his attacker from the faint street light coming from far. It was a mistake. Omi is sure now. The question Kumo asked before...Omi knows the answer to it. " We shouldn't have made him Count Lord." Omi closes his eyes as his last drop of blood gets sucked out. *************************************************** Tina enters her bedroom after taking a shower. She keeps brushing her hair as she goes near her glass window and touches the cold thin glass as the rain washes it clearly. She can see her blurry reflection on it. Old memories keep rushing in her mind. Once it was raining heavily when she first joined the company, VR Enterprise. She had forgotten to watch the weather

He stayed calm , and allowed Hera to hold him. The earth shook and vibrated as a result of a grenade the Rainbow guild threw at the mansion . Causing the house to shake in the process, Hera took it as her cue and rushed with Rivero in her arms . The sight outside sent cold shivers down Rivero's spine , dead bodies scattered around the mansion , his eyes picking out the Shadowmen on the floor bathing in a pool of their own blood.

“Then it’s time we hit her where it hurts.” That evening, Sarah found a folder tucked into Damon’s desk drawer. Inside: a dossier. Dozens of pages. Maps. Surveillance photos. A list titled Operation Valkyrie. “Damon?” she asked, holding it up. He walked in, expression unreadable. “You’ve been planning this?” He nodded. “For months. The moment I knew Katrina wasn’t gone… I started building our counteroffensive. That’s what Operation Valkyrie is.” Sarah opened to the center pages. “This part—‘Phase Omega’—what is it?” Damon walked over, his voice low. “It’s our final play.”

"N-No... we... we didn’t mean to––" He chuckled. Then with a snap of his fingers, warriors stepped out from the trees. They were all armed. "Slaughter them." He ordered. "And bring me their heads." "Yes. Head Warrior!" the warriors shouted in unison. The rogues couldn't survive. And within seconds, they were all dead. The man walked toward me. His strong arms gently lifted my body from the ground. His voice was soft as he stared at me. "You’re safe now, Omega." And then, everything faded to black.

In the blink of an eye, that zombie killed four of the Rank 3 Evolved Ones, leaving only the little girl alive. Seeing this scene, Lucas' face put on an excited expression. That was because that zombie with the Merciless Flame-Aqua Gun was none other than the Godly Sniper Zombie of the Apocalyptic Legion, Rexy. The little girl ran back to Lucas and hid behind him. She looked at the incoming zombie in horror.

Seeing no one respond, Samantha roared unwillingly, “The livelihoods of over a thousand employees are gone. You’ll be cursed to death by everyone!” Her clownish posture was fully exposed as I lit a cigarette and took a deep drag. Then, a brightly lit yacht sped toward us, with scattered lights trailing behind it. “Ma’am, are you alright?” A group of burly men in suits rushed onto the yacht. The scar-faced man at the front, Scar Joe, hurried over and helped her up. Just recovering from her shock, Maya saw him and cried pitifully, “Scar Joe, you have to stand up for me!”