Claire gasped as she ran through the corridors that were becoming increasingly infested with zombies. She wasn't exactly tired, but that stun grenade, followed by the explosion of another grenade, hit her much harder than she herself had thought it would.

Beside her, Angela and that same man who was at the protests were running. They, in turn, were already showing signs of fatigue.

They had tried to leave the airport on the opposite side of the entrance, but had no chance of getting past all those zombies. In other words, they had been forced to change trajectory, and were now looking for the same VIP room they had been in before.

This was proving to be a challenge, as many zombies were coming out of the surrounding rooms, and the path was becoming narrower and more dangerous.

Not to mention that Claire could clearly hear Curtis chasing them. He was still far away, but there was no doubt that he was following them.

Maybe he could smell them, who knows. She no longer doubted anything.

At one point, as they ran down a corridor and kept their eyes focused on the end, they were forced to slow down when more zombies appeared.

Angela took the lead and started shooting at the zombies. Claire, to her misfortune, was out of bullets, and all she could do was trust Angela to clear the way as she tried to protect both her and that man with only her hand-to-hand skills.

"Ah shit... shit! We're going to die!" The man despaired as he looked around and saw the amount of zombies in that place.

"Don't say that! We'll make it!" Claire replied, even though she knew it probably wouldn't make any difference. He was desperate, and maybe he didn't even heard her.

She was also a little anxious about the whole situation. No matter how she looked at it, the situation was ugly.

However, she had found herself in a similar situation in the past, and even worse back in Raccoon. So despite everything, she remained positive, and it was even a relief to know that at least Rani had already been taken out of the airport.

"Damn, there are too many of them!" Angela said as she reloaded her submachine gun.

Claire looked toward her for a few moments, being enough to realize the situation ahead. There were several bodies on the ground, bodies that the woman had taken down, but more were appearing and getting closer.

Not only that, but the zombies approaching from behind them were also dangerously close. In other words, they had no other option but to force their way through, or at least try to force their way through.

Turning around, Claire grabs the arm of one of the zombies that had approached and hits an elbow to the chin, kicking the zombie back and slowing down the others before him.

She then turns to the next one and hits a spinning kick to the head, ducking and spinning her body soon after, tripping another and knocking it down.

As she stood up, her arm was grabbed. She quickly rotated her arm and slammed her open palm into the face of the zombie that grabbed her, stunning it for a few moments and, using the zombie's own weight, got in a propitious position so that she could grab the zombie's arm, crouch her body slightly and throw it over her, making the zombie collide with others that were approaching and buy a little more time after leaving the corridor a little more difficult to move due to the bodies on the floor.

Bodies that were already starting to rise.

"We can' t stay here!" Claire shouted as she took a few steps back, but still facing the zombies in front of her.

"The stairs to the roof are nearby! We're going to have to force our way!" Angela shouted, turning around and alternating her gaze between Claire and the man for just a few moments before continuing to fire.

"What?! You... you can't be serious!" The man said.

"Do you have a better plan?!" Angela asked, somewhat rudely, and when she realized that she would not get an answer, she just looked at Claire and nodded.

"Just stay close to me! Let's go!" She shouted, and the three of them started running toward the small horde ahead.

Angela was shooting and killing as many as she could. She had a good aim, but occasionally missed more shots than she wanted to. Or more shots than she could miss.

Claire realized this, and increasing her speed a bit, she grabs a zombie by the base of the neck and uses it as a shield while running over a few more behind the same zombie, knocking over a small row of bodies and being able for her and Angela to get through.

The same could not be said for the protester, however.

He screamed as his arm was grabbed, and Claire even tried to help him.

It all happened so fast, and although the woman stopped and looked at the man for a few moments, feeling that bad, bitter feeling spread through her chest, she soon ran back a few paces behind Angela.

The blonde woman made it to the end of the little safe corridor she made by killing the row of zombies, and Claire, just behind, realizing that the other zombies were closing in on her, jumped forward and let herself slide on the ground, knocking over a zombie or two in the process and standing up right in front of Angela, who just stared at her a little awkwardly for a few moments.

"The stairs are this way!" She said, already turning and making her way to said stairs, with Claire right behind her.

The door to the stairs was closed, and there were a few zombies in front of them, however, both women dealt with them quickly and went through the door, closing and locking it as best they could soon after.

They were panting, and Claire looked at Angela for a few moments, the woman's face not being very visible, as the light from the flashlight she had was the only source of light in that dark place.

Honestly, Claire was surprised at the way Angela dealt with the zombies. While it was certainly something new to the blonde, she was doing a great job of fighting through it all. Maybe it was the adrenaline mixed with the survival instinct.

She knew that after the adrenaline wore off, the weight of it all would fall heavily on her back. But still, it was surprising.

Claire blinked a few times, her head felt light for a few moments, and her ears were bothered by the noise that, although far away, seemed too loud.

Like a chain explosion that made every hair on her body shiver.

She could hear muffled screams among the grunts, roars, and monstrous calls. She could hear gunshots. A chaos that was certainly going on outside while they were trapped in there.

"Let's go. A helicopter can pick us up through the roof." Angela said, snapping her out of her thoughts, and Claire didn't know whether to be frustrated, or grateful to the woman for that.

They quickly made their way up to the roof, and Angela was trying all the while to communicate with someone on her radio.

They made it to the roof, and in frustration, Angela screamed into her radio as they walked towards the edge of the roof to observe the situation.

Something was wrong, Claire could smell smoke as if she were in the middle of a fire. The sound of voices, screams and fire became louder, and she could clearly see the glow of flames ahead, even though she didn't have much of a view.

Her chest tightened and her throat constricted more and more with each step she took. And though close, she couldn't even hear Angela properly, especially when she looked down at the chaos below.

Trucks were on fire, so strong and intense that walls of flames were erected as zombies came out of the airport entrance and approached the quarantine area for the victims.

Military, soldiers, agents, all were on the front lines as some tried to put out the fire with fire extinguishers and others evacuated the civilians out by military trucks.

Despite everything, Claire could see the logo present on those burning trucks. Wilpharma. It didn't make much sense. They had evidence that clearly showed Wilpharma was in favor of bioterrorism.

So why were there boxes with the Wilpharma logo scattered next to tents used as medical wards?

"What happened?!" Claire, again, was brought out of her thoughts by Angela's voice, which was still communicating on her radio.

"We don't really know. The vaccine trucks just exploded!" The voice on the radio replied, and Claire, upon hearing it, slightly widened her eyes.

"Vaccine?! Wilpharma was distributing a vaccine?!" She asked to herself, but loud enough to draw Angela's attention in her direction.

"All the vaccinated civilians are being evacuated, but it's chaos here! Those who haven't gone yet are trying to get out, but we can't risk this virus spreading further! Where are you?!" The voice on the radio asked, and Claire leaned on her knee, watching a huddle of people trying to get past a group of soldiers so they could be evacuated in the trucks as well.

Holy crap.

"We're on the roof! Listen, there's- Curtis, he-" Angela was interrupted by the sound of the door, a few dozen feet from where they were standing, being ripped off hard and the surrounding concrete wall being destroyed.

Turning around, the two women's eyes widened slightly as they saw Curtis standing there, still roaring, and muttering Angela's name.

Claire mentally scolded herself, she was so focused on the situation below that she didn't pay attention to her own situation.

"Get to the roof as fast as you can, that thing is here!" Claire said after taking the radio from Angela, who didn't even seem to care, still staring at her brother.

Or who seemed to be her brother.

"Angela, listen to me, we have to get out of here! That's not your brother." She said, holding the woman by the shoulders, and she looked at her after being shaken a few times.

However, before Claire could say anything else, Curtis jumped, and landed right in front of both of them, who were startled and took a step back, but soon felt their bodies lock up.

Well, at least Claire. That experience with the G-virus in Raccoon had scarred her in a profound way, a trauma in which she was grateful that Sherry didn't have to deal with the way she did.

"Curtis... what the fuck happened to you?" Angela asked, moving a step or two closer to Curtis, who was just staring at her. What little humanity he still had was preventing him from attacking his own sister.

"Ang... gelaaaaaa... iii cound't... foooorgiiive theeemmm." Curtis said in a mix of voices. His own voice distorted and shrouded in something monstrous that was trying to take full control of his body.

Claire wanted to get out of there. Oh, how she wanted to. But she couldn't leave Angela alone, at the same time she didn't want to go through something similar in Raccoon.

No chance of her being infected again.

She watched as Curtis touched Angela's face again, and this time something like a tentacle came out of his infected arm and moved slowly towards the woman.

Claire knows what that virus could do, she knew more than anyone, and although her trauma is literally in front of her and her body is barely listening to her commands to move, she could not let Angela go through what she went through.

At worst, she would die.

Acting quickly, she takes Angela's submachine gun and shoots Curtis in the eye in the shoulder a few times.

Curtis roared loudly and pulled away in pain. Claire, seeing the opening, grabbed Angela by the arm and started running with the woman toward the stairway door. She didn't plan to go back downstairs; she was just buying time.

However, no matter how fast she was, she would never be able to outrun someone infected. Especially infected with the G-virus.

Curtis jumped up and landed right in front of them, attacking Claire with his claws immediately after.

The woman's eyes widened, but in reflex, she dodged, ducking and throwing her body backwards.

Curtis roared again and ran towards Claire immediately after she pushed Angela aside. Redfield continued shooting Curtis in the eye, who, to protect himself, just put his huge arm in front of him.

His flesh was already so thick that the bullets were not able to penetrate the muscles of his arm, and as soon as he got closer, he attacked Claire.

The woman, however, threw herself aside and rolled a few times on the ground, dodging the attack, and she could hear, and see, the damage those claws did to the ground.

It was likely that even metal was not able to resist.

Before she could even get up, however, Curtis grabbed her with his not fully infected arm and raised his arm to pierce her with his claws.

Claire shot until the magazine was empty, and to her chagrin, despite the damage done, the eye was already beginning to regenerate and Curtis was mutating right in front of her eyes.

She knew that the more damage G took, the more mutation occurred, which was why that virus was so dangerous. The only ways to kill it would be with massive damage or constant enough that it would not be able to regenerate.

Curtis' hair began to fall out, his face turned gray and his eyes turned white as the eye on his shoulder grew.

Claire struggled and gritted her teeth trying to get free. Her chest was practically being crushed and she couldn't breathe. But there was no way she could be stronger than Curtis, and although she didn't want to, she was worried.

However, before Curtis could pierce her body, a knife was thrown and hit him right in the center of his eye, cutting off the only vision he had.

This was enough to make him let Claire go and stand up, bringing his arm to his eye to remove the knife.

Claire was quicker than he was, however, and as she stood up, she grabbed the handle of the knife and made a huge vertical tear in Curtis' eye, ignoring the huge amount of pus that oozed out on her hand.

Curtis brandished his arm to attack her, however, Claire jumped over the attack and, landing on Curtis' arm, stabs him again, before jumping back and starting to run.

Curtis didn't roar, but he grunted confusedly and staggered backwards, brandishing his claws in an attempt to attack something in his disorientation, and hitting Claire with the back of his huge arm, strong enough to knock her to the ground.

Angela stood next to Claire and helped her to her feet, and quietly, Claire thanked her for her help.

"We have to get out of here!" Angela said, and after a nod, the two women turned and moved toward the door.

Before they could get very far, however, they heard Curtis' heavy, quick footsteps approaching, and they had their arms grabbed by tentacles and forced to turn around.

"Angelaaaaaa!" Curtis roared animalistically as he ran towards them, what little humanity remained being quickly consumed by the virus, and as soon as he got close enough, he raised his claws to kill them both.

However, to the happiness of the two women, Curtis was hit with a hail of bullets that caused him to immediately release them and fall to the ground while still being shot.

The two women pulled away as they broke free and looked at the helicopter that was firing at Curtis.

Shots from a six-barrel machine gun, strong enough to not only pierce Curtis' muscles, but give him no room to stand up or do anything but be a target of all those shots.

After a few moments, the shooting stopped, and the helicopter positioned itself on the roof to land. Claire and Angela ran up to the helicopter.

"Angela. Good to see you again. Are you guys okay?" The voice on the radio asked again, and Angela, visibly relieved to see the Helicopter approaching, picked up the object.

"Yes, we are." Angela replied.

"We have to go now, or else kill him for good, he's still alive!" Claire said, interrupting the small moment of relief, even begrudgingly, and sending Angela an apologetic look after taking the radio from her hand rather rudely...

"What? Curtis... that thing was shot with a point fifty, are you sure?" Angela asked, again distressed, and in response, Claire just nodded.

She knew Curtis was still alive, she could hear the low grunts he made, she could hear him breathing.

Those attributes... a curse and a blessing at the same time.

She just wanted to learn to handle them better. Control her hearing to focus only on what she wanted to hear.

For example, if she had not been bothered by the noise of the helicopter, perhaps, she would have heard Curtis standing up and literally grabbing a piece of concrete from the wall and throwing it towards the helicopter.

The helicopter was hit in the rear propeller, causing the pilot to lose control, and shortly thereafter, Curtis leaped towards the helicopter, hanging on the side and killing some of the soldiers who shot at him from inside.

"No!" Angela screamed as she saw the helicopter begin to fall.

"Angela, we have to go!" Claire yelled, and even begrudgingly, Angela started running, being a few steps behind Claire.

The helicopter crashed. The weight of Curtis mixed in made the impact even stronger. The ground shook and debris was thrown around.

Angela went off balance and Claire, as she turned around, was hit by a small piece of concrete on her head, causing her to fall to the ground and become disoriented for a few moments.

The noise around her was muffled and her vision was slightly blurred, but she recovered quickly. It was usually like this, she always recovered faster than any other human to any accident, blow, injury, whatever.

Blinking a few times, she widened her eyes slightly when she saw that Angela was about to fall. The ground had shattered, and the deafening noise that hit Claire was enough for her to know that the helicopter and Curtis had fallen back into the lobby.

Claire stood up and ran towards Angela in an attempt to help the woman. However, the ground around the impact area gave way, and the woman fell as well.

Claire could only hear Angela's scream as she fell. However, she also heard the sound of Angela's body crashing to the ground, as well as the sound of one or two bones being broken.

Considering this and the noise from before, she knew that Angela fell far above the lobby. That is, one or two levels below the roof.

Running to the edge of the huge hole, she shouts for the woman, and focuses her eyes on Angela, who was hanging by just a small concrete platform that was about to give way.

She had fallen two stories down, she was still alive, but unconscious.

But if that small concrete platform gave way, she would fall into the lobby and die for sure.

The helicopter destroyed a few floors until it fell into the lobby again, with Curtis right on top of it, and she knew that the damage he received would cause him to mutate again.

It was only a matter of time before he looked for both of them again.

"Hang on, Angela!" Claire said, taking a few deep breaths as she braced herself. Although Angela was only two stories below the roof, the drop was still very high. That is, lots of stairs to go down, corridors to run through.

She would jump one floor down, hoping that she wouldn't twist her ankle or break any bones.

Claire didn't think much, she just leaned her body forward and jumped, turning her body still in the air and grabbing onto one of the pipes between the concrete as she fell, changing the trajectory of her fall and landing in a safer part of the corridor below, a few steps away from the huge hole.

She grunted slightly as she landed, feeling her knees complain slightly, but she soon recovered and started running down the corridor.

She would not risk jumping once more, the impact of her weight against that suspended platform could cause the platform to give way and both of them to fall.

All she could do was run as fast as she could and hope that no zombies were lured to where Angela was.

To her happiness, however, that noise drew all the surrounding zombies back into the lobby, even those on higher floors.

This made her path relatively clear, where she had to deal with one or two zombies through the narrow corridors until she finally reached Angela.

Upon reaching where the woman was lying, Claire slowly begins to approach. Angela was, literally, with her upper body dangling for an ugly fall in the lobby. One wrong step, one small movement of the concrete, and she could fall.

Slowly, Claire grabbed the vest Angela was wearing and pulled her back as hard as she could until the woman was out of danger and she could lay her back down on the floor.

"Angela. Hey, Angela, wake up." Claire called out as she lightly patted Angela's face, who took a while to react, but soon slowly opened her eyes and grunted in pain.

The woman gritted her teeth and placed her right hand on her upper left arm.

"Arg... my... my arm..." She grunted, moving her body minimally. Her arm was broken, and she was injured from the fall.

The side of her head was bleeding. She was in bad shape, but there was still hope that she would live.

They just had to get out of there as soon as possible.

"I know it must hurt, Angela, but we have to get out of here as soon as possible." Claire said, putting Angela's good arm around her neck and helping her up.

They were ready to get out of there, but before they could move, Curtis's roar caught Claire's attention. Something that would only make her hurry, however, this roar was different from the others.

Almost like a roar of pain.

Taking small steps forward, she looked through the huge hole towards the lobby.

Curtis was bigger. The mutation he had undergone made him even more bizarre, and quite unlike William Birkin. In fact, the only similarity they had was the eye on the shoulder.

There were huge sticks of hardened bone above the eye, his arm had become even larger, and his claws were at least a meter long. His torso had thinned and a thick layer of muscle was the only thing covering his elongated spine. His legs had grown longer, and he had a sharp-tipped tail that seemed to lengthen with every move he made.

What little skin remained had turned black, his two eyes were gone, and in his mouth were sharp teeth. His other arm had lengthened but, unlike the other, it was thinner, and his hand, although huge, still resembled a human hand that he used as a support to move.

However, there was something strange. His body was covered with a white liquid and smoke emanated as if his skin was burning. In front of him, a man was shooting viciously as he approached.

Claire blinked a few times, still in disbelief. No one in their right mind would confront that creature. And this was not one of the soldiers in the helicopter, not only because he was not wounded, but also because he was not wearing any uniform she had seen before.

The bullets from that desert eagle pierced Curtis' eye precisely, no shot was missed. Fire began to spread and Curtis roared in pain, apparently weakened.

Questions began to pop into her head, however, Claire just ignored them for the moment, feeling her heart beat faster as Curtis advanced toward the man.

She wanted to scream at him to get out of there, she didn't want to see anyone else die. This had been a tragedy without proportions in this country, and many people had already died.

However, she simply could not say anything, and barely blinked as she watched the scene.

The man dodged the first attack and continued firing. However, still attacking viciously, Curtis used his tail to try to pierce the man.

The man swerved to the side, grabbed a knife, and stuck it in the side of Curtis' tail, which retracted, causing a tear to form in his tail.

The monster attacked the man again, but he threw himself forward and slid across the ground as he shot at the eye. Getting up, the man killed one of the red-skinned zombies that were drawn toward the lobby. He punched the zombie in the face and stabbed his knife into the side of its head.

Two more zombies ran toward him, and he, in response, holstered his desert eagle, grabbed another pistol, shot one of them in the leg, and ran toward it. Using the zombie that had fallen to the ground to his advantage, the man used the zombie's shoulder for support and leaped into the air, dodging an attack from Curtis' claws, and, still in the air, shooting the other zombie and letting a grenade fall to the ground.

The grenade exploded, killing the zombie and stunning Curtis, who roared again.

The man reloaded his desert eagle and fired at Curtis once more. Claire realized that those were incendiary bullets, as she could see the small flames trying to form as they hit the monster.

Curtis attacked the man with his claws at an incredible speed, however, the man was faster and dodged as he ducked.

With the back of his huge hand, Curtis attacked him again, but the man dodged once more, and taking advantage of the huge movement made by the monster, ran up to Curtis, climbed the front of his body and shot him in the eye at close range, making Curtis stagger backwards.

Without giving the monster time to react, the man stuck his knife in the eye, grabbed another grenade, and put it in Curtis' mouth, jumping backwards as he shot at the grenade.

The grenade exploded, destroying a good part of Curtis' head, who staggered again and knelt on the ground.

The man reloaded his pistol once more, and soon, he was attacked by Curtis' tail. A piercing blow that he deftly deflected, and from the bag he had at the back of his waist, he pulled out something similar to a grenade with a strange liquid inside and threw it towards Curtis.

The grenade exploded, and Curtis roared even louder than before as his body became engulfed in that liquid. Fire began to spread through his muscles, and the man alternated his movements between killing the zombies around him and shooting Curtis in the eye.

Claire never thought she would see someone go face to face against a creature of that caliber. She could hardly believe that she was seeing a single man go against that thing.

Not only that, but the way things were going, the man was winning.

He moved lightly, it was as if he was dancing, and every move he made, whether it was to attack, defend himself, or dodge, looked like movements rehearsed to the point that he did them as if he were a master.

He was brutal, killing zombies efficiently and quickly. Agile to dodge Curtis' close-range attacks, strong to strike countless zombies and still stay in the fight to kill that thing.

What organization was he from? That uniform was not similar to any she had ever seen, if that was really a uniform.

And most of all, who was he? He wore a mask that covered his entire head except for his eyes.

Whoever he was, she would worry about finding out later, for the moment, she needed to get Angela out of there.


Spinning his body around, Leon hits one of the zombies in the head with a spinning hook kick, sending the zombie flying backwards. Still in the momentum of his movement, Leon leaps up with his other leg and, still in the air, uses this same leg to hit a kick to the side of the head of another zombie coming sideways.

As he landed, he quickly threw his body to the side, rolling on the ground and feeling the impact of the heavy landing of Curtis, who had thrown himself towards the agent.

Getting up, Leon rushed towards Curtis, who once again, attacked him with his claws as the flames consumed most of his body.

Leon leaped forward and slid across the floor, hearing the sound of the claws slicing the zombies behind him to pieces. Raising his desert eagle, he fires twice into the eye of Curtis, who tries to grab him with his other arm.

Leon jumps up and uses Curtis' arm as a support to jump forward and stab his knife again into the huge eye on that monster's shoulder.

Curtis tries once more to grab him, and jumping back, Leon throws a stun grenade on the ground, which soon explodes and causes Curtis to stagger backwards.

Turning around, Leon grabs his matilda with his other hand and, holding a pistol in each hand, he fires at both the zombies running towards him and at Curtis in front of him, causing the flames to consume even more of his body and become more intense.

Curtis' deformed face from the explosion was beginning to melt, as were parts of his torso.

Leon knew that those grenades made it possible for Curtis to feel pain, although he also knew that the adrenaline was running strong in that monster's burning body.

Growling once more, Curtis raises his huge arm and tries to pierce Leon with his claws. However, Leon swerves to the side and runs toward him.

With his other arm, Curtis tries to side punch Leon, moving his huge body at the same time as he moved his arm. If Leon was caught, he would die, simple as that.

However, Leon leaped forward and again slid across the floor, passing under Curtis' legs and staring directly at his back.

Dodging his torso from a piercing attack from Curtis' tail, Leon scaled the monster's burning back as he grabbed a grenade from the bag at the back of his waist.

Leaping forward, he fires one more shot towards Curtis' eye, causing him to go to his knees. Landing right in front of the monster, Leon rips the eye on his shoulder and grabs another grenade from the bag at the back of his waist, sinking the grenade into Curtis' eye and walking away.

With his matilda, he shoots the surrounding zombies as he walked away, not letting any of them get close enough to him, until the grenade exploded.

Curtis' eye was destroyed, bits of flesh and bones were thrown around the surroundings. However, to Leon's chagrin, it wasn't over yet.

Although weakened, the G-virus was still strong, and several small eyes formed in the huge hole where the eye used to be.

Curtis was undergoing another mutation. A deformed mutation so to speak. His body was contorting, several eyes appeared in his chest, bones came out of his skin and grew to the point where they became stakes. He became a heap of flesh, bone piles and eyes that grew at an alarming rate, but with arms and legs still around his deformed body.

He was like William Birkin in his final stage, but in a much more deformed form.

The flames still consumed his body, and since his wounds were not exactly healing, and he was not growing, Leon would say that this was just a final reaction against all the damage taken.

He just needed to keep inflicting damage until Curtis died once and for all.

Stabbing his knife into the side of a nearby zombie's head, Leon quickly takes two steps to the side as he spun his body around, standing right next to a zombie that had thrown itself in his direction and stabbing it in the head. Before the zombie's body even hit the ground, he raised his matilda and shot two others in the side.

After his surroundings were a little more secure, he turned toward Curtis and threw an incendiary grenade at his body, making the flames even stronger.

Curtis didn't even roar anymore, the noise he made was nothing like any noise Leon had ever heard.

However, Curtis still responded, and with his two huge deformed arms, he began to move towards Leon at great speed, and with each movement, his claws pierced the concrete and tore through the ground with ease.

Leon fired, but seeing that the damage was not enough to make the approaching ball of thorns stop, he turned and began to run.

Throwing his body forward, he slides under some debris, stands up and jumps over others, climbing small concrete structures still intact and avoiding confrontation with some zombies below.

As he ran, bone piles were thrown from Curtis' body, and passed dangerously close to Leon's body, who was still running.

Tentacles tried to attack the agent, who deftly dodged them without slowing his speed.

Curtis' speed, however, seemed to increase, and upon hearing how close Curtis was, Leon suddenly changed direction and threw his body to the side.

Curtis went through the shattered metal wall of the downed plane, still on fire.

Leon stood up and observed the situation in silence, slightly out of breath. However, the adrenaline in his body was running at high speed, especially when he smelled fuel.

Rolling his eyes slightly, Leon turned and ran, getting away from there as fast as possible.

The metal walls of the plane were again destroyed as what was left of Curtis struggled on. His body swelled and deflated as if the virus was trying to mutate but could not.

From a distance, Leon fired a few more times, until what he feared happened.

The ground around Curtis went up in flames. A row of fire formed rapidly, spreading in a path down the side of the plane, until it reached the fuel tank, and a huge explosion occurred.

Leon had run just before this happened, and as the impact approached the agent, he jumped forward and took cover behind some of the concrete walls that had been left of the wreckage.

The whole place shook. The noise of the explosion was deafening, the impact was extremely strong, and a huge cloud of dust covered the whole area.

The front of the airport was destroyed, the impact brought down the military blockade at the entrance, people went to the ground, and the debris not only destroyed tents and vehicles, but also hit some people.

But that was not all. The floor of the lobby began to collapse, cracks extending all around.

Leon was on the ground, covered with dust and small concrete pebbles on his back. He was stunned, the noise around him was muffled, and his vision was blurred for a few moments.

He got up, shaking his head as he recovered. Before he could even stand, however, he heard the sound of something breaking, and felt the ground below him give way a little. It was only then that he realized that the floor of the lobby was giving way, the cracks had already spread all around and the floor was collapsing.

His eyes widened. The ground below him gave way, and in reflex, he tried to hold onto the nearest concrete, but it was in vain, and soon, he found himself in freefall.

He grunted as he felt his back hit the ground, and grunted again as he felt the debris fall on top of him. He tried to protect himself by putting his arms in front of his body, and was just thankful that no heavier pieces of concrete fell on him.

His whole body ached from the impact of the explosion and the fall, which certainly cracked some of his bones.

Lucky for him, the herbal mixtures he had didn't break, and before he even got the debris off of him, he drank the mixture, feeling his strength return immediately afterwards.

Grunting as he strains, he pulls the debris off of him, and slowly stands up.

As he stands up, he looks around, observing all the destruction caused.

He could see the ceiling of the airport lounge, but the place he was standing was quite different.

A little way from there, unscathed by the destruction of the airport, was a cable car.

An underground station. Something told him that this place was not accessible to everyone.

Limping slightly as he moved, he ran his eyes around looking for Curtis. He knew that in the state he was in, there was no chance Curtis would have survived. Heck, not even William Birkin would have survived that. But, he was taught to keep his guard up, at all times.

Making his way through the scene, he walks over to the cable car, and his eyes focused on a map on the wall ahead.

"... Hm... that explains why the airport." Leon muttered to himself. The map showed the areas of that underground station, as well as the destination of the cable car.

Just below the Wilpharma building.

Turning around once more, Leon looked around his surroundings.

Some places in the lobby were certainly on fire, he could faintly see the glow of the flames. Debris covered the entire place, and since Curtis had been at the center of that huge explosion, nothing of his body must have remained.

Good, then no one would get their hands on his remains.

He only hoped that no civilians or soldiers had been injured in that explosion. Or worse, died. For although he had eliminated a much greater danger, that explosion was kind of his fault.

But he would worry about that later. He had a mission to accomplish.

"...Kennedy here...Curtis is dead." He said into his communicator, turning around shortly thereafter.

Now, there were only two objectives left. Destroying the lab wouldn't exactly be a problem. He would just have to be quick enough so that Frederick wouldn't leave the area.


Claire just watched the TV screen in front of her. She watched the firefighters trying to put out the fire from that huge explosion.

Honestly, she didn't really know how they managed to get out of the airport. First came the silence, then she felt the whole ground shaking violently.

After that, the noise, the uneasiness. She couldn't take it, that noise and the impact of that explosion were deafening, too strong for her heightened senses, and she passed out.

At that very moment she was still having trouble hearing well, but from what the doctor who examined her said, it was only a matter of time before her hearing returned to normal.

She sighed. Angela was the one who had to get her out of there. And she felt very bad about leaving all the responsibility to the woman.

Even though Angela herself said that a team from the Indian BSAA had found them in an abandoned room and all she had done was drag Claire there.

She ran her hand through her hair, her mind a mess.

That night had been one of the biggest nights of her life, though by no means the worst.

She was at least relieved to hear that Rani was already with some members of Terrasafe after she had been vaccinated.

Beside her, Angela was lying on a stretcher, her arm was already in a cast, as was her torso and other parts of her body were covered with bandages.

She looked horrible. The same way Claire herself had looked a few times.

"If it's any consolation, he wasn't human anymore." Claire said, hearing her voice still a little muffled.

Angela was silent for a while, unresponsive, until she sighed and closed her eyes somewhat tightly.

"Still... he was my brother... and seeing him like that. I understand how he felt, I can sympathize with him, but..." She just shook her head.

"... The feeling will pass. You handled the situation well." Claire said, and it was then that Angela looked at her.

"... I must say the same for you. It even seemed like you had faced those things before." Angela said, and Claire smiled humorlessly.

"Well... I have experience with bioterrorist attacks, certainly, but... my brother is from the BSAA. He trains me when he has time." She replied, looking at her hands for a few moments.

He was probably still on his mission in Europe. She wondered if everything was okay over there, or if he was also facing situations similar to hers.

"It's... strange to think that things like that exist." Angela said after a while, drawing Claire's attention to herself. "It's like I've entered a completely different world. And to think that similar things happen in other parts of the world..."

Claire sighed and looked at her with a sympathetic look.

"I understand you. The casualties it causes, the destruction... that's why I'm on Terrasafe. I'd like to say that you get used to it, at some point." Claire said, and Angela stared at her.

"Did you get used to it?" she asked, and Claire smiled humorlessly.

"No." She replied, running a hand through her hair shortly after.

She was still a little anxious about Rani, she wanted to see the little girl again, as did her Terrasafe group, but since they had arrived at that temporary base, things were a little... strange.

There was a commotion outside the tent they were in, and occasionally soldiers would pass by.

Until, after a time when Claire had grown tired of looking at the television, the entrance to the tent was opened and a man in a uniform similar to Angela's entered with a serious expression.

As soon as he did, Angela stood up slightly, staring at him in a mixture of relief and surprise.

"Greg." She called him by name, and Greg just responded with a small nod and a small smile.

"It's good to see that you're all right. Claire, right? Some members of the BSAA will be coming for you soon. You're part of Terrasafe, right?" Greg asked, and in response, Claire just nodded.

"Well, then you should also know that Senator Ron Davis is dead." He said, and the two women slightly widened their eyes in surprise, although deep down they knew there was that chance from the chaos they saw while standing on that roof.

"Dead?! How, he died in the explosion of those trucks?" Claire asked, getting up from her stretcher.

"No... he was found dead in his own tent. There was a tear in the tent, we have reason to believe it was a murder." This time, Claire's eyes widened a little more in surprise.

"Murder?! But who would do that?! One of the protesters?!" She asked.

"Look, we don't know anything. We only know that someone entered his tent, killed him with a blade, probably a knife, and left soon after without anyone seeing. It could have been one of the protesters, one of the civilians, or even a soldier who was against him. You guys from Terrasafe and the BSAA will be sticking around for a little longer on that account." Greg said, and in response, Claire sighed and rolled her eyes.

More paperwork, meetings, discussions and bureaucracy... great.


"No, no, the system has been shut down! I made sure of that myself! It wasn't supposed to be activated unless I set it up!" Frederick said through his phone, his arms crossed and propped on the side of his car in a secluded, dark area. He had a worried expression, eyes irritated and restless, and his teeth gritted as he listened to the person on the other end of the line.

"You didn't get any data for us. Your mission was a failure." A female voice could be heard, muffled, coming from the phone.

"It was not a failure! I still have the samples right here! And just like you wanted, the general has no idea! All I couldn't do was the data collection!" Frederick said, running one of his hands through his silver hair.

"Do you know how important those data were? Even if small, any information about the possibility of controlling G and amplifying it is valuable. We gave you the means, and you didn't make it, simple as that. Wesker is not happy." The female voice said, almost as if mocking him, which only served to make him even more uneasy.

"You didn't give me the means! I ran away with them! Don't gloat so much. And I'm sure more data can be acquired, especially by you! We know that G is highly volatile and cannot be controlled, we tried that. We can-"

"I don't think you understand. Your job is over." The voice interrupted him, and for a few moments, Frederick froze. "You are no longer important to us. If we are going to look at it from a professional point of view, you have only delayed our plans."

Frederick began to look around in some desperation, moving a few steps away from the car as he looked around for something or someone who was approaching.

"No, you can't do that. We had a deal! I still have the vaccines and last samples with me! I know I can get the data again!" He said as he grabbed a pistol from his waistband, not stopping looking over his shoulder and reacting to the slightest natural noise happening around him.

"Don't take it personally. We-" The female voice was interrupted by a gunshot, followed by the sound of Frederick's body falling to the ground with a bullet hole in the center of his forehead.

The line stayed connected for some time, with the woman on the other end able to hear footsteps approaching, before she hung up the phone and slowly lowered the binoculars she held for a few moments before using them again.

She watched a masked man bend down and pick up the phone from the ground. She watched him look at Frederick's body for a few moments, and then pick up the case with the virus samples and vaccines, before disappearing into the darkness, thanks to his all-black clothing.

The woman stood up from where she was, still looking in the direction of Frederick's body, until she turned around and, like the man from before, decided to just get out of there for the time being.

Things didn't go as planned. And now, perhaps she knew why.