a/n: Sorry it took so long again, guys. This is probably the last chapter. I will post an epilogue after this, cause I hate it when people don't tell you what happens after the story ends. So, enjoy it guys! Read and Review!!!

Carlos's POV

Alice and I whirled out of our seats as Wesker darted to the door. He whipped his gun out, aiming it back and forth between Alice and I. He finally decided Alice was the greater threat and fired a shot in her direction before running out of the door quickly. A window shattered behind us as the bullet hit it. Alice and I immediately snapped into action. I ran out of the door, followed by the rest of our group. I glanced at L.J., knowing he would do his best to keep Angie, K-Mart and Elise away from the danger.

Our group split up, Alice, Jill, Chris and I running in one direction, Claire, Mikey, Charlie and Maureen in another while L.J. stole away with the three girls. I took a deep breath before drawing a magnum.

"Love you, Jill." I heard Chris whisper to Jill behind me.

"See you on the other side." She winked at him before she and Alice turned and ran down another hallway, firing gunshots at the Umbrella agents coming for them from the opposite direction. Chris and I continued running straight ahead.

We came out of the hallway into a cavernous room streaming with agents.

"Shit." Chris' voice echoed from beside me.

"Drop your weapon!" A heated voice ordered.

"No, you drop your weapon." Alice replied snarkily from behind the offending agent before punching him in the face, the sound of his breaking nose echoing across the room.

Gunshots began sounding through it and I wasn't sure if they were from their side or ours.

And then, I wasn't sure that I wanted to draw this out, to seek the satisfaction and revenge I had longed for since Raccoon City.

I knew I wanted it over as quick as possible. I wanted to see my kids, and Claire and Mikey's kids, and Chris and Jill's and Betty and L.J.'s and Charlie's ang Angie and Elise all graduate high school, get married, have kids of their own.

I wanted to stand at the altar and watch as Alice came toward me down the aisle before we joined our souls together forever.

I wanted to bicker with L.J. about the cool factor of carseats.

I wanted to laugh at the crazy old man who lived down the road.

But for all that to happen, we had to win.

This was no longer a question of revenge; this was a matter of survival.

This was a fight for our futures, a fight for our kids' futures, a fight for any future at all.

Alice's POV

I laughed as I snapped his neck, remembering him as the man who'd recorded my test results in Isaac's lab. It was no skin off my back to get revenge.

I turned and kicked, breaking the spine of an agent about to shoot Jill.

They were dropping like flies around us. The screech of metal alerted me.

I stared in horror as I saw Carlos dangling by one hand from a railing, two agents poised to kill him.

My happy little fantasies flashed through my mind, all ending with his death this time. Tears escaped from my eyes, blurring my vision so that I didn't see Carlos drop to safety or the jagged metal railing falling quickly toward me.

"Alice!" Carlos' agonized and horrified voice jolted through me. I opened my eyes, then closed them again, finally prepared to die. But death didn't come.

"Well, that's a first." I said aloud, snapping my eyes open to survey the damage.

My father, Robert Abernathy, lay at my feet, the railing imbedded in his skull, his blood puddling around the two of us. With a gasp, I dropped to my knees and pulled his body toward me, out of danger.

"Daddy?" I choked out, the tears building up in my eyes.

His eyes were already beginning to cloud over as he whispered, "I'm sorry."

And with that, he was gone.

The tears burst from my eyes and just like that, the sounds of fighting around me died. The silence was painful in its absoluteness. A strong, warm pair of arms wrapped around me, pulling me to my feet.

"I'm so sorry." Carlos' pained voice whispered in my ear, his warm breath washing over my like a blanket.

I leaned against him, taking in the damaged. Many Umbrella agents lay slain throughout the room, though many remained standing, all eyes upon the beautiful agent crossing the floor.

"Baleigh…" I heard escape from Carlos.

Carlos' POV

I knew kharma was going to bite me in the ass one day. I didn't know what form it was going to take, but this was beyond cruel. My ex-wife continued to waltz towarde us with a smirk marring her face, her green eyes trained on us.

"Carlos," She began, her voice cloying in its fakeness and mocking, "It's been a long time, honey. Not even a notice that you were alive. I was utterly terrified for you, but obviously you didn't give a shit to how I felt."

She focused the eyes I'd once found the most beautiful on Earth, eyes that had long since been replaced in my heart by Alice's shocking blue, on Alice, looking malignant.

"Cause I didn't give a shit." I replied back. I moved very slightly, prepared to protect Alice at all costs.

Baleigh's eyes flashed a bit with pain before settling back to their normal vindictive, cold expression.

"Obviously not. You can't win Carlos."

"Who the fuck are you?" Alice hissed.

Baleigh smirked at her.

"Project Alice. It's a please, I'm sure. You mean Carlos never told you about me?"

"No. Why should he have?"

Baleigh chuckled darkly.

"You don't scan your fuck-buddies for wives first?"

Alice stiffened, looking just a bit insulted at the fuck buddy comment.

"No, I don't. If they're with me instead of their wives, there's a good reason."

For the first time, Baleigh's smile faltered.

"Exactly," I chimed in, "But I filed for divorce far before I even met Alice."

"However, as the world died, the divorce was never finalized. I'm still your wife, husband." She said, regaining her smirk as I lost mine.

"That can be remedied." I said. She laughed.

"By who? The world is dead, remember? Umbrella is all that's left. And now that the bitch is dead and I'm about to kill her stupid whore of a daughter, it and you are now all mine!" She started to laugh maniacally, turning to motion the remaining Umbrella guards to her side only to find L.J. there instead.

His evil grin out eviled hers as he smashed the crowbar in his right hand into her face, the loud crack echoing through the room as she collapsed to the floor, blood gushing freely from the fatal wound in her head.

"Till death do you part, bitch."

Alice's POV

And just like that, it was over.

Without a lead, the remaining Umbrella forces became disorganized and quickly fell against the onslaught of our small band of vigilantes. Only then could I let the tears fall.

That night, we all slept outside, Maureen and Elise joining us. I sobbed in Carlos' arms, the tears pouring down for my mother, my father, all the lies that fucked up all of our lives forever, but the tears held a new feeling to them. This time, there was a hope, a realization that it was finally all over.

Later on, everyone else had fallen asleep, exhausted from our war. I was still awake, staring at my children, running my fingers through K-Mart's long, tangled blonde hair, kissing the individual bruises on her face and hands, relived that she could finally live a normal life, the life she was meant to live and could finally get.

I brushed the back of my fingers over Phoe and Wars' faces, smiling as Phoe's eyelids fluttered open momentarily-revealing Carlos-brown eyes, the beautiful eyes she inherited from her beautiful father-before closing again.

I kissed Angie's cheeks, tucking her blanket up around her chin. Angie was just as much my daughter now as she was my sister.

My eyes roamed over to my brother, sister and niece, all huddled up together, finally all a definite part of the group. I saw Jill and Chris fast asleep, Jill in Chris' arms. Claire and Mikey had their daughter safely between them. Betty and L.J. were close to the kids, guardian angels as always.

Finally, my eyes fastened on Carlos, whose beautiful eyes were open and focused on me. I stared into them, holding the gaze like it was a lifeline. A slow grin spread across his face, his lips opening to whisper my name. I crawled into the warm, safe haven of his arms.

He pressed his lips against mine softly, drawing back to stare into my eyes. There was something changed about his eyes. It seemd that there was a great obstruction gone; I could see the light shining out of his eyes fully for the first time. There was no more fear, no more pain, no more worry. There was just pure happiness, relief that it was all over and everything was going to be okay.

"I love you," He whispered, kissing me again.

"I know," I whispered back, snuggling into his arms.

"Alice," He began, tightening his arms around me, " You seemed so sure earlier that I was yours, not Baleigh's. I am, but I don't know how you knew. I know that I don't' love you nearly as much as you deserve, but I want you to know that I do love you more than my heart can take."

I cut him off with a finger to his lips.

"Because I know you, Carlos. I trust you and I love you, more than you'll ever know."

The light shining out of his eyes intensified as we gazed at each other.

"I love you." He repeated.

"I love you, too." I said.

And so began the rest of our lives.