AN: I liked Retribution. I thought it was alright and the way it ended, I wanted to know what happens next, so this is my idea of what happens.

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My name is Alice. I worked for Umbrella Corporation, a secret laboratory developing experimental viral weaponry. There was an incident, a virus escaped. Everybody died. Trouble was, they didn't stay dead. This was the start of an apocalypse that would sweep the entire world. Forced to work alongside Albert Wesker, the former head of Umbrella Corporation and hated enemy, I am the only hope mankind has in their last stand against the horde of undead being controlled by the Red Queen. This is where the battle ends…

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Gunfire erupted from the barricades of the White House, huge jets of flames sweeping the ground, leaving twisted, burnt remains of the undead, as the anti-aircraft guns blasted away into the night sky, shredding apart the Kipepeo, their remains raining down onto the battlefield. Soldiers hurried up the stairs, supplying ammunition and suppression fire so that the guns could be reloaded. And yet, the army of zombies still advanced. It was like every single zombie in the country had travelled all the way here to the White House, intent on devouring every single person in the complex. A gunshot cracked through the air, a zombie's head getting split open like a rotten watermelon, as Leon S. Kennedy smirked to himself, cocking the MSG90 sniper rifle and took aim once more.

"How's it going over there, Ada?" he spoke into his radio.

"Better than you," Ada Wong simply replied upon shattering a zombie's head with a shot.

Wearing a red dress shirt tucked into a pair of black leather pants, as well as heeled boots and black leather gloves, she stood upon the rooftop of the White House, covering one side of the historic building, while Leon covered the other side. Try as he might, he couldn't help but feel that they were fighting a losing battle. And that was even with them on their side.

Zombies suddenly flew through the air, tossed by an invisible force, causing Ada to smirk.

"Though not as a good as them."

Down outside the heavily fortified gates of the White House, another battle was raging. In the center of the carnage stood Alice, a bloodied katana in one hand and a Brügger & Thomet MP-9 submachine gun in the other. And yet the undead kept on coming. She swung her sword with expertise and skill, the blade ripping through the zombie horde, their infected blood splattering the dirt ground, as she used her telekinesis to guide her bullets into the heads of several zombies, their bodies dropping to trip up those behind them. Another blast of telekinesis from Alice sent more zombies flying, the fall either crippling or outright killing them. But while she waged battle against them, she wasn't the only one. Just nearby her was Albert Wesker, dressed in black, his coat splaying out behind him like a cape as he fought, his hard-hitting blows leaving a trail of carnage behind him. He didn't have any telekinetic abilities like Alice, but his speed made up for that, making him appear to be teleporting amongst his victims, a sadistic grin on his face as he reveled in the fight.

Together, they made a perfect team; slowly forcing the legions of undead away from the White House, but it wouldn't last long. It never did. Every day the two would venture and continue their battle, always having to start over. No matter how many zombies they killed, it was never enough. For every single zombie that was killed, three more took its place. But Alice and Wesker kept fighting. The fate of mankind rested on their shoulders. While Alice accepted her role, Wesker only did it to get back at the Red Queen for ousting him. Her betrayal left a bitter taste in his mouth and he desired nothing more than crushing her completely and taking back what was his. But he needed Alice for that, as much as it annoyed him to admit. It was because of her that he had finally been able to readdress the balance between his mind and the T-virus coursing through his blood, although it took him a few attempts to get it right. After experimenting on her blood (which she had reluctantly given to him), he had manage to develop a serum that allowed him to control his own virus and therefore prevent the need for him to feed on fresh human DNA. As much as he didn't care for humanity, it would still be a little tragic if he lost control and went on a feeding frenzy.

A Majini's mouth opening like a flower brought him out of his thoughts and Wesker grabbed the creature by its throat, slamming it to the ground, then with a well-aimed axe kick, crushed its skull beneath his boot. Another Majini came at him, but he whipped out his custom Samurai Edge handgun and fired, the bullet existing through the back of the Majini's head. Smirking, Wesker tucked the handgun away and continued his fights, impressed at how well Alice had re-adapted to her powers, using them like he had never taken them away.

"And that's time," Wesker announced, glancing at his watch, his other hand wrapped around the throat of a zombie. With a grin, he exerted a little strength and snapped the zombie's neck with the tiniest twitch of his wrist.

Alice heard his call and paused in her fighting, using one final telekinetic blast to force the zombies back so that she and Wesker could re-enter the White House. Her katana was taken away to be cleaned, while she handed her MP-9 off to another aid for it to be reloaded, leaving her with just her back-up handgun. Wesker carried himself regally as he made his way to the Oval Office, acting very much like a king when he settled in at his desk, as Leon and Ada joined them, their posts being covered by other snipers so that they could rest.

"How long are we going to keep doing this?" Leon asked, "We cannot go on like this forever. Food and ammunition are starting to get low. Pretty soon, we might as well let them in."

"He's got a point," Alice agreed, "How's that cure of yours coming along?"

"It's…quite testing, to say the least," Wesker said stoically, "While our blood may be the perfect base for the cure, it appears that I am missing something to finalize it."

"Another blood type?" Leon asked.

"Possible. Also, this facility is not equipped to create a cure on this scale," Wesker replied, "If I were to succeed, I need a laboratory not unlike what Umbrella has."

"Well, that's great and all, but how are you going to get there?" Alice asked, "Where is the nearest Umbrella facility? Nearly all of them have been destroyed."

"Not all, dear Alice," Wesker smirked, "There is an experimental facility in Edonia, only small, but the one I need would be the one located in China."

"China. Perfect," Alice said sarcastically, "Looks like we're stuck here."

"Thank you for pointing out the obvious."

This was not the first time Alice felt the urge to kill Wesker. Ever since Tokyo, she had been harboring a grudge against him, made worse by the fact that she now had to work with him to save mankind. Even though she had given him her blood so he could control his own bodily virus, she still hated him. Then, there was the whole thing where he wanted to use an experimental version of the T-virus to cure her fake daughter's deafness. Words had been exchanged; mostly angry ones of her behalf and bullets had been fired, again on her behalf. Wesker's proposal was that since Becky was somewhat a clone of Alice and therefore she had a decent chance of adapting to the virus instead of succumbing to it, but after the hour long discussion/argument and having dodged numerous bullets, he relented. Despite that, Alice resolved to keep Becky away from Wesker as much as possible, often entrusting her in the care of Jill while she was out battling the undead with her hated rival.

"So, until we can find a way to China, we are stuck here," Wesker said, "To tell you the truth, I'm even less happy than you are about it. Meeting over."

Everyone filed out of the Oval Office, leaving Wesker to mull plans over at his desk, as Alice sought out one of the numerous offices in search for her 'daughter', finding her animatedly talking away to Jill, who looked a little happy to be relieved of child care. She no longer had blonde hair, having been able to grow it out and restoring the colour to her natural black, although she kept it long, often having it in a ponytail. She now wore a navy blue and light blue jumpsuit similar to the one she wore while under Umbrella's control, along with a chest harness, a gun holstered to her right thigh and a knife strapped to her left calf.

"Having fun out there?" Jill asked as Alice hugged Becky.

"Always," Alice replied, before looking down at her 'daughter', "Did you have a good time with Jill?" she asked alongside sign language.

"Always," was Becky's happy reply, "Jill is so cool."

"You too," Jill smiled at the young girl.

She didn't mind looking after Becky while Alice fought zombies, but in all honestly, she would prefer to out there as well, fighting against them. Her time being controlled by Umbrella had a lasting impression on her, not one of the good kind. So Jill was determined to get her revenge against Umbrella, but she knew she would have to wait a while before she could. Besides, it was in her blood to fight. Ever since the incident at the Mansion, Jill had dedicated herself to fight against the corporation responsible and hopefully save the world. But as long as they remained here, that possibility was starting to turn into a dream.

"Well, thanks again, Jill," Alice said, "Come on, Becky, let's go."

"Bye, Jill," Becky waved, before leaving with her 'mother'.

Jill waved back, upset at how an innocent child like Becky had to grow up in a world like this, constantly watching her back and waiting for the next attack. They were safe for the time being, but Jill knew it was only a matter of time before everything went up shit's creek.

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