Carlos Oliveira, Yuri Gagarin and Nicholai Ginovaef, ditched by Umbrella after a botched civilian rescue, tead up with Raccoon City’s STARS to fend off zombie hordes.
Their position crumbled under a tidal wave of undead, and Yuri took a nasty bite, the virus sinking in.
The three-man squad—Carlos, Nicholai, and Yuri—bolted into a dark alley, panting. Unbeknownst to them, a shadowy figure watched via city CCTV, eyes glued to their plight.
Flashback to morning: when the Hive’s chaos spiraled, Umbrella’s security team sealed Raccoon City, evacuating their own while leaving civilians to rot.
Angela Ashford, daughter of Umbrella’s Dr. Charles Ashford, vanished after her security car crashed.
Dr. Ashford, hacking CCTV from outside the city, was the one tracking Carlos’s squad, desperate for clues about his daughter.
Back at the church, Jill Valentine, geared up and radiating badassery, Raja took charge. "Wells, you’re infected. When you turn, you’re done—but till then, you’re with Terri in the middle, under Jill watch."
Wells nodded grimly; Terri clutched her cara, shaky. Alice took the rear, Rain held the middle, and Raja led the front, all hyper-alert as they crossed the church graveyard.
Suddenly, Raja and Alice sensed tremors. "Heads up!" Raja barked.
The ground erupted—zombies, reanimated by the T-Virus, clawed from graves.
Raja went full action hero, stomping and kicking the undead back to hell, clearing a path as the team hustled forward.
"Graveyard rave’s canceled!" he quipped, booting a zombie’s head like a soccer ball.
At Umbrella’s command center, Major Timothy Cain, head of security, monitored the chaos, logging zombie spread rates and transformation tis with cold precision.
An officer burst in, "Sir, the virus is spiking—way beyond projections!"
Cain, unfazed, ordered, "Deploy Nesis, our mutated supersoldier. Let’s test its efficiency and gather data."
A helicopter roared off, dropping gear and ammo crates for Nesis near the Raccoon research facility.
Carlos, spotting the chopper, thought rescue had arrived and sprinted toward it with his team.
They reached the drop site, only to find the crates empty, gear gone.
"Son of a—" Carlos cursed as the chopper vanished.
He realized the drop was for sothing—or soone—else.
Before they could process, Yuri, now zombified, lunged, biting Carlos. Nicholai shot Yuri dead, and the duo fled, Carlos wincing from the fresh bite.
At STARS HQ, Nesis, a hulking bio-weapon, stord in, shrugging off a sniper’s bullet. Cain, watching via monitors, was pissed at STARS’ resistance.
"Wipe them out," he barked.
Nesis obliterated the remaining STARS mbers using mini Gatling Gun, leaving only a Black civilian cowering before it pivoted to hunt Alice.
anwhile, Raja’s crew—badass ladies and two civilians—navigated zombie-infested streets when a phone booth rang incessantly, grating Alice’s nerves.
Dr. Ashford, hacking the city’s systems, was calling survivors. Raja snatched the phone, grinning. "Yo, this is Rudra D. Raja Kumar, the most handso, charming, intelligent, and sexy Indian chaos king of the multiverse. Who’s this?"
Dr. Ashford and his team, listening, froze, stunned by Raja’s theatrics.
The girls—Alice, Rain, Jill—facepald in unison.
Ashford, flustered, stamred, "Can you pass the call to soone mature?"
Raja spun to Alice. "He wants a mature lady. Do you Know this guy?"
Rain and Jill stifled giggles; Alice’s glare could’ve lted steel.
She snatched the phone. "Who is this? We’re dodging zombies here—why’re you ringing and drawing them to us?"
Ashford explained: his daughter Angela was missing, and he’d arrange their evacuation if they rescued her. He’d made the sa offer to Carlos and Nicholai, adding that Umbrella planned to nuke Raccoon City to erase the outbreak.
Alice relayed the deal. The team headed for Angela’s last known location, only to be ambushed by Nesis, a towering monstrosity with a Gatling gun and rocket launcher.
Raja squinted and shouted from the Bridge. "Yo, Matt? What’d they do to you, man? You’re a steroids-gone-wrong disaster!"
Cain, watching through Nesis’s iris feed, perked up. "The Indian Rain warned us about—perfect. Kill them, Nesis."
Raja, smirking, dialed his strength to Nesis’s level. "Alice, you’re in charge—mature and hot. Take the team, save the girl. I’ll distract Matt and catch up."
Alice gritted her teeth at "mature" but led the team away, Raja luring Nesis in the opposite direction.
Alice’s squad bolted, but Wells, succumbing to the virus, turned and lunged. Jill, heart heavy, shot him dead, cursing Umbrella’s vile creation.
Raja, anwhile, leapt off a bridge, superhero-landing with a boom that shook the ground. Cain and his command center gawked.
"Record it all!" Cain barked. "He’s T-Virus-evolved like Alice—order Nesis to engage him!"
Nesis opened fire with its Gatling gun.
Raja, a blur of speed, zigzagged across the parking bridge, dodging bullets like a parkour god. Closing in, he landed a kick that sent Nesis crashing through a wall, Umbrella operatives gasping in shock.
Nesis, unfazed, aid its rocket launcher.
Raja backflipped, dodging the rocket and blast, but Nesis fired in rapid succession.
Raja sorsaulted Matrix-style, bullets whizzing past, and ducked behind a pillar. Nesis shredded the pillar with gunfire, pinning him.
Raja crawled up, reaching the top as Nesis launched a rocket, obliterating it.
Cain ordered, "Confirm the kill!"
Nesis scanned the rubble—no Raja.
Then, from above, Raja dropped behind it. "Matt, I’m here!"
As Nesis turned, Raja’s roundhouse kick sent it sprawling into debris, unable to rise.
Raja waved at its iris, grinning evilly. "To the clowns who made Matt this monster—wait for your judgnt." His chilling warning sent shivers through Umbrella’s command.
Cain, fuming at Nesis’s failure, growled, "Capture that Indian for Tokyo HQ experints. He’s the key to evolution!"
Back with Alice’s team, they hotwired a stray car, pushing toward Angela’s school.
En route, they spotted L.J., a stranded civilian, waving frantically.
"Room for one more?" he quipped, hopping in.
The car screeched to a stop at the school, Angela’s last known location, the building eerie under Raccoon City’s apocalyptic sky.
Raja who GTA a Harley Davidson Bike zooming towards the location of Ashely school.
MAYA: "Master, from kicking Nesis’s ass to school runs—you’re the multiverse’s wildest babysitter!"
To Be Continued...
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