Chapter 40: Dénouement

Although Alex was 'dead' Albert moved to his form that had fallen to the floor in a pool of blood, putting the gun right onto the back of the corpse's head, firing a shot into it, 'just in case', but tilting his head to the side he brought his leg up and released all the force he could conjure onto the head, crushing it into a bloody messy pulp.

Within seconds the gun was pointing in Chris and the others direction, all of them but Jake putting their own weapon up to the only remaining Wesker Child.

"Now..." Wesker purred with a smile, "We've come to the finale, and what good you did in my fight dear Chris."

"This is how you planned it all along Wesker!" Chris retorted with a deep set frown, "You didn't need our help to finish off Alex, you wanted us here to witness your power so that when you eventually turned on us you'd have us all beg for mercy!"

"You always did foil my plans Chris, but I do wish for Birkin's child... And I will not leave here without it."

Chris grimaced at Wesker and although he knew that this wouldn't make a blind difference to the situation he began pulling the trigger on his gun, sending countless bullets his way along with others from around him. It seemed that all of them but Jake had joined in to put that bastard out of his sorry misery.

Albert dodged the bullets easily as he always did, his own pistol still in hand firing whenever he slowed down, but apparently couldn't care where the bullets spanned to. A few whizzed past Sherry's head as he neared the group, obviously aiming more at Chris than anyone else, but it didn't stop the stray bullets here and there coming her direction.

Jill intercepted Wesker's movement somehow and sent a kick right into his smug face, whilst her hand shoved at the one holding his gun, however he continued to pull the trigger and bullets Sherry knew she couldn't avoid were being released into the air.

Without warning her body was launched to the side with a pair of hands gripping the top of her arms securely, the arms belonging to the person quickly pulled her tightly to their chest as they fell to the ground. Her eyes clamped shut and her own body folded into theirs just before the impact, hearing the distinct zip of bullets penetrate the air above them.

As she tried to pry herself loose she felt herself being huddled more into the persons chest, wanting gone she pushed the arms and rolled away wanting to resume fighting, but she lost her breath startled as she turned her head to the side.

The words 'what', 'Jake', and 'oh my god' came to mind but she just lay on the floor staring up at him as he worked to get up, giving her a small wink as he did.

Dry pain came at the back of her nose and the warmth in her eyes started, signalling she would cry if she didn't get a grip soon.

As soon as Jake dived for Sherry, Albert knew the serum wasn't working anymore, growling in irritation to his own failure he threw one balled fist into Jill's stomach making her fly backwards in to the floor.

"Why aren't you obeying me?!" Wesker roared flinging his leather coat off through his burning anger, stomping his way over to his son.

"You want her for the child. A bullet would've wounded her." Jake replied with the same dead obedient tones as before, taking small steps towards the blonde.

"She would have healed." Albert replied through slits for eyes, not believing his son for a second. "In fact, I change my mind about Birkin. I don't need her, all things required are right here under this roof. Kill her."

Jake turned back to Sherry with the same dead eyes, taking the same small steps as he'd taken towards his father until he was towering above her. For a moment his arms came up, hands reaching for her throat with a mischievous smirk playing on his handsome features, he knew what he was doing with his enhanced speed, guiding himself for the machine gun strapped to her back, and with ease in the blink of an eye he sped around firing the multiple bullets at Wesker who speedily moved from their path.

"You are under my control!" Albert shouted disarming Jake with a single hit to his arms appearing in front of the young man.

"You know asshole that shit hasn't been working for a long time."

"Jake?" Chris asked in bewilderment, an instant smile came to his face now that the kid sounded like his old self, but didn't look that way.

"When?!" Wesker bellowed balling his fists again, feeling the metal of his pistol buckle under his grip and break into pieces.

"Around the time we were flying over here." He looked to Sherry and smirked that oh-so delightful smile she'd missed for so long, hinting that somehow she'd had something to do with making him sane again.

"Impossible!" Wesker roared again throwing the shattered pistol to the floor. "There is no way you would be able to resist!"

"Well tough shit! I've just been playing along." Jake smirked again looking over his shoulder to the BSAA team and Ada about to greet them in order to piss his father off further, but without warning his body was thrown like a ragdoll into the air and into the searing flames the electric had created prior.

His top caught fire and began to burn, an inferno engulfing his body. He could feel his eyes burn an even brighter shade of red as he laughed whole heartedly at Albert, with the added effect of fire reflecting in his eyes, in a single motion he rolled from the blaze and onto his feet.

As his skin burned he felt a cool refreshing sensation as it began to heal, it still wasn't as fast as Sherry's but the burns and scrapes were disappearing as if like magic.

It must have been a disturbing sight to see, he looked so demonic in appearance, but Sherry knew it was still her Jake.

Wesker stood with his back straight, feeling comfortable in his full height and smirked at his sons efforts, his own eyes glowed brightly as he reached for his second handgun resting on his holster.

"Uh-uh." Jake uttered shaking his head, "Mano-a-mano." And surprisingly enough, Albert smiled and let his hand leave the pistol, giving a small bow with his head letting the smile be restored with a grimace.

Jake was the first to move, his own speed gliding him around the room like his father did, the two clashed in front of Alex's dead body both growling into each others faces, legs bent and arms out stretched grabbing at each others biceps, each fighting for dominance.

"How are you fighting it's control!?" Wesker seethed wanting to push Jake back into the wall but was finding it extremely difficult.

"I'm a superior being... Apparently." Jake replied without sounding a bit out of breath from his efforts of keeping his father at bay.

"There is only one!" Albert roared having his buttons pushed. "And that is ME!"

Jake flew backwards again for what felt like the hundredth time in the last 3 weeks, his back collided with the wall creating a huge hole in the plastering. Seconds later he planted his feet into the broken wall and pushed off, feeling himself thrust like a torpedo through the air into his father who wasn't expecting the move.

Chris watched on with amaze, Jake was somehow able to fight... Wesker?

"How is he doing that?" He felt himself ask the air noticing Sherry jog to his side with a smile he was glad to see on her face.

"Um, he got infected with a few things." Came her simple answer as she readied her previously discarded machine gun in her hands, ready to shoot once Jake was free.

The two fell backwards, Wesker grunting at the force which Jake had hit him with, but soon managed to right himself by twisting mid air, arms out stretched waiting for the floor to be within reach. As his hands touched down he made a summersault move, quickly kicking as he went jack knifing his son off him and into another wall.

Bullets soon lined the air once Jake had been free of Albert, Sherry, Chris and Jill all fired at the blonde with their machine guns hoping to land a hit as there was three of them with high powered weapons.

Ada stood and watched knowing that it was useless to even try hitting Wesker with the way as he was; one moment he was walking towards them slowly, the next he was gone and across the other side of the room, dashing between the large stone columns, on the ceiling, up the walls. There was no way they would hit him. And hadn't Chris already learned that?

So she stood back and leaned against the wall with a scowl thinking her options through, she wanted him dead like she had Alex, or could she get away with not fighting and have a merciful end by helping him again? She shook her head at the thought, no she wanted him dead, never again would she be used the way the Wesker's had.

Albert neared his unfaithful little group of human cretins, his speed guiding him through the room easily and without worry that he would be shot, not like it would hurt him anyway but he wouldn't stand for this treatment any longer.

Sherry was first, not caring about this child she carried anymore, giving a swift hard kick to her stomach sending her backwards into the floor with an agonizing scream.

Jill was second, a palm to her chest that also sent her reeling backwards with a crack beneath his hand, knowing he must have broken a bone or two.

"Chris." He crooned with venom, eyes lighting up as the anger flared like never before but not attacking immediately, he wanted to savour the moments before his nemesis' death. "You never cease to amaze me with your pathetic race. You know you can never kill me."

"The world will never know another crazy motherfucker like you." Chris spoke with a pride filled with equally matching venom, "We are the override to your shit, and I will be here every time you and your kind tries to destroy this world."

Wesker laughed at this statement.

"I will out-live you, Chris..."

Chris grinned darkly.

"Maybe, but the legacy I leave behind will continue to live on longer than YOU... and the world will never be short of people who want to stop crazy fucks." He could tell that Wesker was seriously pissed at his words, and continued. "This shit's gone way too far, Captain."
Chris noticed the subtle change in Albert Wesker's demeanor as he called him Captain like he used to back in the S.T.A.R.S but in a sarcastic mocking tone.

"Too many people, GOOD people have died and continue to because of you and Umbrella." Chris shook his head with a pained face, thinking to his old comrades he'd lost over the harrowing years from the Mansion up to now. "Can't you see you are the disease of this planet, and NOT us!"
Wesker tilted his head, his eyes turning into hell themselves, feeling the anger well inside until he was about to burst, as if by magic he flew across the small space towards Chris, but was soon bewildered when a forceful pair of hands punched him, pushing him away from his opponent before he could lay one finger on him.

"Jake?" Chris asked in a frowning whisper seeing the young man hop out from nowhere to protect him. He'd shoved his father back into the center of the room with more ease and grace than Wesker ever had, overpowering him totally. What the hell had happened to the kid?

Wesker snarled trying to grapple his flesh and blood in an attempt to stop his attack, but was continued to be hurled backwards by his fists, his own feet lifting from the air as Jake ran like a bull bulldozing him into what remained of Alex's grand computer.

"Never hurt my girl, or my friends." Jake whispered as Albert's eyes closed from the impact, his hands trembled through his own rage once he'd let go of his father's attire letting the man lie there in his own self pity or unconsciousness, or whatever he was doing, next he stood back quickly after hearing something start to crumble above.

Thankfully he moved just in time as the large computer screen tilted from its position on the wall, falling haphazardly onto Albert's unmoving form, burying him amongst the small pile of techno rubble.

"Jake!" Sherry cried from across the room holding her stomach bringing him back to the moment encouraging him to jog over to her side.

"The baby..." She whispered through silent tears. "He kicked me so hard... I'm okay but, what if? What if?..." She couldn't find the words yet they were on the tip of her tongue, she didn't want to say them just in case she jinxed things if it hadn't been injured.

As Jake went to answer the screen on the opposite end of the hall began to move, he knew Wesker wasn't dead, but was hoping to get the others out before he regained himself after his depressing defeat.

Albert flung the screen off him but knew what was coming as he stood, but didn't move. Instead, with all his speed he grabbed for the vial at the back of his belt, being thankful that through all his misgivings it hadn't broken, and swiftly pushed the needle down into his thigh with a moan and pressed the release button gritting his teeth as the liquid passed into him.

Seconds before Albert threw the screen Jake began to wonder how to go about this; knowing he was the only one in the room able to stop his father, but how to do it? As if a light bulb had been turned on in his head it came to him, realizing the weapon that would help kill his father was right there alongside him this whole time: The special Rifle.

On impact of the new bullet he'd given Jake as a means to fight Alex pierced his flesh, he stumbled backwards and fell to his knees. He saw the bullet sticking out of his shoulder; it not having the power to penetrate his tough skin properly but it was enough for the substance to breach his body.

Albert growled grabbing it with one large hand and tugged it free, looking at the empty space within the metal knowing the substance had for certain made its way into his body he threw the bullet to the floor, the collision to the marble floor shattered the glass instantly.

Ada's elegant legs swiftly carried her to Jake's side, her bow and arrow in hand, her face set in a contorted pained grin. She was going against Albert too, now that he'd been inflicted with the same substance as Alex.

As much as he'd saved her life back in Raccoon, and been her boss through many years because of such things, she wanted all this crap over with, and in a way she felt gravely responsible for his actions and would now try to correct them by putting him in his grave for the very last time... Or so they all hoped.

Once she'd approached Wesker Junior he turned sharply, savagely bringing his arms up, swinging them and hitting her hard on the chest just above her beasts. The blow knocked the wind straight out of her, and she flew backwards into a nearby wall, upon collision she felt the force snap something within then the instant sharp pain, recognizing it as a broken rib.

"Sorry..." Jake apologised quietly, "I don't know my own strength yet."

Ada gingerly gave up her hold of her weapon to clutch the pain sprouting in her chest, looking up she saw Jill crawling to her side on the right and Jake unmoving glaring at her, his expression almost pained.

Somehow she knew he wanted to do this, it was his flesh and blood, his issues, his father. She nodded to him through her own pain, taking his apology and understanding what he wanted to do.

Chris made a move to help the youngster, but Ada moved too quickly to stop him ending in a yelp.

"Don't! He wants to do this alone." Her words reached him and he bared his teeth, grinning, torn between helping his friend to fight or listen to Ada.

Coming to a decision he nodded in acceptance, then turned his attention to Muller.

"I can't promise that if things get ugly I won't help!" Chris called hearing Albert laugh even though he was considered mortal.

"Chris," He crooned in his familiar tone. "You thought you killed me before... But, I won't die... But he will!" Reaching into his pocket he reached for his phone and tapped the screen.

Jake howled and convulsed falling to his own knees, dropping the rifle noisily to the floor. The spider was pumping more P31 into his body than he could deal with and it was burning his insides worse than any fire he imagined could burn.

Sherry crawled across the floor to his screaming side and pulled him over into her lap even though he was continuing to flail.

"What's wrong with him!?"

"It's the P30!" Sherry shrieked over the screams answering Chris' question, "But it's enhanced, Wesker calls it P31!" She heard Claire's brother swear under his breath and move closer to the pair.

"Get it off!" Jake screamed trying to grab at his chest but the fluid kept on pouring in, inhabilitating his limbs as they contracted and retracted, spasming out painfully as he tried to control them.

This time he wouldn't be able to gain his control back, especially if he ended up killing the others by Wesker's words and was re-captured and fed on this for the rest of his life. 'God! There's too much! TOO MUCH GOING IN!' He screamed inside his head, feeling the familiar sensation of being locked inside his head beginning to take hold.

Not much later quiet prevailed as Jake went silent and his body relaxed.

"Kill. Chris." The two words slowly echoed around the silent room from Albert's mouth, the next thing anyone saw and heard was the wallop of two bodies thundering into something solid.

Chris was pinned up one of the pillar's and Jake was ready to strangle him to death, but Chris resisted his attempts by shielding himself with the huge machine gun in his hands. The two were locked in an epic struggle but Chris' muscles held out surprisingly well as seen as the kid had managed to suppress Wesker.

"This... Isn't... You!" Chris pleaded heavily fighting for his life, "Jake! ... Fight... Fight the drug!... It's using you!... Controlling... You!" He spoke in heavy breaths struggling to keep the red head at bay, he could hear the crunch of metal, his gun was slowly giving in to the drug crazed merc.

"Jake!" Sherry cried from somewhere sounding more pained than ever.

"Chris I'll have to shoot!" Jill said from nearby, the sound of her pistol clicking in her hands as she raised it.

Chris' large brown eyes widened and shot to where she stood.

"No! It's not his fault!..."

"He's going to kill you Chris!" She replied sternly.

"No!" Chris shouted finding more strength from within, and pushed Jake back forcefully, his feet sliding on the polished marble flooring, but was soon thrown back against the pillar being pushed even more forcefully than before.

"Stop this Jake! ... It's me Chris!" He wouldn't give up, nor would he let Jill shoot the kid.

"Chris I have to shoot!" Jill pleaded this time.

"No! He's being... controlled like you... were! It's not!... his doing!" Chris replied through bouts of pushing, having the creeping memory of Africa form in his mind.

Clattering footsteps sped over to the struggling men, Sherry appeared in Chris' vision but before he could tell her to get away she reached under Jakes arms to his torso with her own knife. His heart sunk, thinking she would kill him, but instead was surprised when she began slicing his tight black top down the middle, revealing the red spider mechanic in full glory; the thing burying it's clawed feet deeper into his white flesh but the liquid that was meant to occupy the red body was all gone.

"Get it off him already!" Ada yelled to the party, and they quickly set into motion; Sherry grabbing Jake's left arm, as Jill took his right, both pulling with resolution as Chris let one hand off his defense to grab the spider, but the girls were soon overwhelmed by Jake's new strength, and in one quick shove he'd pushed them away.

"Don't!" Chris strained as Jake regained his hold on the Captain. "Jake! You need to fight the serum! Do you hear me! Fight that shit for control!" He yelled into Jake's face, keeping eye contact the whole time. "You are stronger than this! You are better than this! ... You are not his puppet! Wesker does not control you!"

With that Chris could see the tension around the young man's eyes lessen, as did his grip, and he began to blink fast shaking his head slowly.

"Ch...Chris..." Jake spoke doggedly, his voice strained like he was using every ounce of his being to fight the P31, yet he pushed Chris further back into the wall and yelled a little as he did sounding annoyed with his own actions.

"I... I'm sorry..." He said whilst smiling through clenched teeth an essence of his old self creeping through. "O... Old habits... and a... all that." He breathed heavily, seeing Chris smirk somewhat.

"Remove it... Remove the... fucking piece... of... fucking shit!" Jake strained using all the strength he could and pushed himself off Chris to stumble into the middle of the room, narrowly missing the fire as his arms shook. He himself reached for the spider and grasped it hard, forgetting everyone around the room as he began tugging at it with force.

He soon collapsed with a dull clunk of bone on marble and a sharp cry came from his throat; the spider was digging into him more, trying to inject fluids that were no longer there, but yet again he could feel his body begin to disappear from his control. He hadn't realized Chris had reached him and was putting his own hands over the device to help.

The two pulled for what seemed an eternity while Jake's own actions were becoming less and more motivated into killing Redfield again, he tried to yell out for Chris to get away but his voice wouldn't come as the pain came sharp, feeling like his intestines were being ripped out, then it was gone, and he was laying on the cold marble with good ol' Jarhead looking down at him spider in hand.

"You alright?"

"Yeah... Thanks... Jarhead." Jake whispered through pants bringing his self back under control to lift himself to his feet, shaking off the feeling of being controlled once more.

"You calmed down yet old man?" He asked gruffly towards his father who didn't look up from the floor, nor had he moved from his knees.

"Human..." Albert breathed through agonizing angry huffs closing his eyes, "HOW DARE YOU USE MY OWN ANTIGEN AGAINST ME!" He shouted louder than he ever had in his life, "What will you do now Jake?! Hold me against my will? Put me in prison?" He continued to say teeming with the fumes that secreted from the flames within.

"You're too dangerous to be put in prison." Jake whispered as he neared the blonde.

"You wish to kill me." Wesker replied curtly letting the anger subside for once in his life, his eyes were still closed but let his ears pick up the sound of his son's boots stop behind him.

"Yeah."

"I always wanted to create a being that would be immune to human death and diseases of Earth..." Albert explained mindlessly. "After all the failed experiments I thought it would be impossible to create the perfect being... Not until I found out about you, Jake." Was he lying? Wasn't he? "The young man who had antibodies to one of the worst virus' man had ever fashioned, then captured to see what your DNA could do. You could strengthen a virus and terminate it. I knew I needed to have you in my hands, so we baited you to Germany. I took your blood and experimented with it, and little by little your human blood fought back all I threw at it!" He finally burst, again letting the anger bubble and thrive within the thoughts that drove his speech firing him up the more he thought about it. "You! My own flesh and blood took the right to be a God! The right that was mine!" He yelled throwing his hands down into the floor. "A perfect specimen created by accident, unknown to me for many years, immune to all that I created!" Sharply he turned trying to lunge for Jake but was suppressed, feeling the cool leather gloves on his head...

Snap.

Chris watched in awe as Jake twisted Wesker's head to the side, the snap of the spine was loud enough for everyone in the large room to hear, and his humanized body fell limply to the floor, Albert's head was to the side so Chris couldn't see the man's final expression.

Jake stooped down to his father's corpse putting a hand on his neck to feel for a pulse, but there was none. He sighed as he looked on at the man he'd known briefly as his father, seeing the eyes were still open so he put his fingers over the lids and closed them.

"Rest in Hell." He whispered before the doors behind the group burst open, and the young blonde BSAA soldier they'd left at the entrance came barreling in looking like he was about to have a heart attack.

"CAPTAIN!" Jukka shouted fraught and wide eyed, the walkie talkie Redfield had left with him was tightly in his hands.

"Private?!" Chris asked quickly a little vexed at his comrades approach.

"Sir! It's an apocalypse! It's here!"

"Calm down Linnankivi." Chris tried once again, his heart was racing even without knowing what was going on. "What apocalypse? What's-"

"The word Blitzkrieg sounded over all radio's worldwide, then planes fell from the sky." Jukka said nervously, looking paler than Chris had ever seen him. "Headquarters managed to call through, saying a precise EMP hit on a global scale, only hitting a certain plane type... One that was unknown."

Chris' eyes relaxed at the Private's words and began to widen as his stomach turned and knotted.

"Sir, the aircraft's were carrying multiple bio-organic weapons... " The young soldier breathed closing his eyes. "They went down into cities all over the world."

The Captain's legs were pumping before his brain really registered where or what he was doing, along with Jukka on his tail.

"Ada, stay here and watch the bodies until we're back!" He'd heard Jill say, they were all running with him following him to the exit they'd used to enter earlier.

Upon emerging from the underground base the slight purple-orange morning sky was beginning to emerge on the black horizon, and a deathly silence was twisted around them.

Jukka immediately handed Chris the radio knowing he'd want to speak to HQ himself, if he could get through in the panic.

Within minutes the BSAA headquarters had confirmed all that Jukka had relayed, but the conversation was short due to them having obvious problems; they were calling in every soldier they had to be sent out to the places affected, at the time the total wasn't a solid one, but it was more than 15 countries and counting.

Extraction would be coming for the group in an hour or two from a small BSAA base in Lahti, so they had to bide their time until then.

The weather wasn't much better than it had been when they arrived with it still being way below freezing, but at least the snow had stopped.

"There's no point in staying out here until extraction comes." Someone spoke from behind, but Chris was in his own world devastated by the turn of events, even when someone took hold of his arm in a light grip to take him back inside he didn't stir, it was only when they reached the hall where both Wesker's had met their fate did he regain awareness, because Ada was sprawled on her front near the door unconscious, and Albert's body was gone.

Chris wanted to scream, wanted to kick, wanted to punch, the world was crumbling away beneath his feet and the one persons death that would bring him any satisfaction was gone, and still alive. Nevertheless, the world needed him and the BSAA now more than ever. The human race was in cataclysmic jeopardy again, but this time it wasn't just one small village or town, it was the entire planet.

(Ending Character Diary Entries/Monologues)

Albert Wesker, current location: The Organisation HQ

Thankfully I managed to foresee Jake's possible actions, and prepared an anti-Vertumnus compound that when injected would null it's effects. It was a very complex solution that took months to prepare and even longer to perfect. It's sole purpose was to give a barrier around my personal virus and protect it from the Vertumnus antigen. Even so, I knew the antigen would maim my muscles slightly as it flooded my system, causing my limbs to give in, portraying the effect of weakness and vulnerability a human would show. Therefore I had to play my part, feigning death as Jake 'snapped' my neck; he never snapped the bone, it was more a very large muscle that needed a chiropractors touch and I felt a pleasant relief when he did so, and I struggled to fight the smile that wanted to creep onto my face. As I believed it would not be easy when you are as strong as I am, pretending to be dead like some trained house pet, but I did so with a compelling sense of power. I still want Birkin's child and my own, but I also need Alex's research. Jake showed more promise to the virus' and P31 than I would have ever believed, and I believe his newborn will do the exact same in the future. For the time being it is better that I lay in wait at The Organisations headquarters while hell roams this earth; eliminating the weak and creating the strong, I had no idea of Alex's plans to release all virus' onto the planet, though commendable it was foolish, as I believe a pointless death of a B.O.W is an insult to the creator. Everything in this facility is beyond impressive, it is phenomenal. In spite of this, Chris and his BSAA bastards will be back so I cannot stay here for very long, I will seek out the pure forms of the Virus' and take them to my new base and continue to work while Redfield cleans up Alex's mess. Then I will strike again once when everyone thinks it is all over. My goal as it has always been is to turn the meek into deities, and myself being their only God, the one they look up to and worship for saving them from weak humanity. I am en route to the vault inside this facility to obtain the virus samples, and I shall depart.

Jake Muller, current location: IOWA, United States.

Getting back to America wasn't enjoyable, the BSAA lines wouldn't stop buzzing as we flew back, our little group managed to catch some of the disasters from above after passing over the United Kingdom. Black smoke filled the air in huge wafting plumes, and huge fires could be seen from above. Damn, Alex really had brought on some kind of Apocalypse. His last breath was a code word to start an EMP that effected only his brand of planes, ones that had set off for locations all over the world full with B.O.W's. The worlds crawling with them now but, thankfully the BSAA are here along with Terra Save, but it hasn't been stopped yet. Hell, I couldn't believe things would be calmed down just yet anyway! Way too much fucked up shit going on out there. Anyway, once we'd set down on the ground at the main Jarhead's HQ we begged one of their medical teams to look over Supergirl, as seen as my dickhead father decided to assault her. Turns out the dot in her belly is just fine, and our child is developing normally - or at least for now. They want her to keep going back every two weeks to keep an eye on its development, cos' who knows what it could turn out to be with both our virus' roaming around inside the poor kid. Hunnigan contacted us not long after our arrival, re-offering our jobs back, and Supergirl jumped at the chance. Myself? Well, I wanted to join Jarhead's crew! Psych! Like I'd do that. I accepted the offer, and we both went back in to the field next to Hero and Helena kicking Alex's pre-ordained nightmare into touch. Ada's around most the time too, working next to Leon for a decent cause for a change. Oh! And since that spider and the P31 left my system my eyes haven't really turned back to normal, and I'm stuck wearing damn contact lenses all the damn time to cover up the weird glow my eyes are giving off! - Thanks Dad! My 'super powers' have calmed down a little too, but after what Redfield told me about Jill and how she moved it's no surprise things were more intense on that drug, but I guess I have to live with this shit for the rest of my life - again thanks to Wesker for that. Man, things on this rock are way out of control, especially with pops scheming out there somewhere, and in 7-8 months I'm gonna be a father. Shit, wish me luck!

Chris Redfield, current location: 5000km West Egypt.

The word 'Blitzkrieg', will forever be my most hated word after all this. Jill and myself have been flying all over the damn place since Alex's EMP went off that unleashed outbreak after outbreak, after outbreak. Half the world is in ruins while the other half is waiting for it to come to them. The second Wesker child managed to send off 25+ carriers into the sky that day, all en route for countries around the world, every aircraft full to the brink with virus carriers; not all of them the same. From one place to the next we don't know what virus we're facing, Claire along with her compatriots from Terra Save are with us, but a good 80% of the time the anti-virus' they're administering aren't the right ones, or there are no anti-virus for them yet. Yeah that's right, that rat bastard made a bunch of new virus' and turned them on the world. Fuck, I thought Albert had been bad, but looking at all this... I'm not so sure anymore. Our HQ is monitoring the world 24/7 for rumors and sightings of Wesker, but none so far. We even went back to Finland and down into the remnants of the Organisation, but he wasn't there, but we found that all pure virus samples were gone. Knowing my old Captain he'll be laying in wait with an even more devastating virus once all this shit's over with thinking he's saving humanity with his insane bullshit. One thing I do know, is that I won't be retiring any time soon.

The End.

- Oh my wonderful sweethearts it has been such a fun journey these past 3? years writing this FanFiction, and I am very humbled that people from all over have enjoyed it too - that is the MAIN thing for me. I hope desperately that you liked the ending, I thought that having a small change looking into the minds of the characters after the ending would be a fun idea, and I enjoyed writing Albert's more than I should XD

- A new erotic Fiction involving yes, Claire and Wesker will be being worked on in the coming month with Revelations 2 being released. However due to FFNet's iffy-ness with sexual scenes (brought to my attention by one of my readers, thank you dear) I will be taking the sex scenes out for this website sadly, but I'll be posting them on another site (link will be included when it comes to it).

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