AN: A couple of people have asked about the cure and what it can do, so hopefully, I have it explained here.

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"I have it," Wesker said to himself with a self-satisfied tone.

The zombie stopped struggling, the wounds closing together and colour returned to its skin, as its heart started beating again. The newly-revived human gasped with the sudden shock of his rebirth, memories flooding his mind such as the memory of his death that was all too clear for him and while he was reeling, Wesker was feeling very smug with himself. As it turned out, his son's blood had proven very useful in finalizing the cure and Wesker was lucky he had managed to obtain a sample, after Alice had spoken to the young man, eventually convincing him to at least help out with the cure.

"It works?" Alice said.

"Of course. You've just seen it for yourself. I am a genius."

Alice ignored him as she approached the man and untied the cables around his wrists and ankles and he fell into her arms, his body shuddering from the shock of the ordeal.

"Hey," she said softly to him, "Do you remember anything?"

"Everything," the man gasped, "Oh God, I remember…I remember dying…"

"Ah, so they retain their memories. Interesting," Wesker said.

"Perhaps you should find a way to fix that," Alice told him, "Otherwise we'll have a world of traumatized people who might not be able to handle what they've done and we'll be no better off from before."

"It is not my fault if they are too weak to overcome memories. The point is, we have a cure and we can save this world, unless you are too concerned for their mental faculties."

Alice glared at him as she helped the young man to his feet and he wobbled briefly, but managed to stand straight, still trying to come to grips with his new life. Taking him out of the laboratory, Alice led the young man to the medical wing, leaving him in the care of the nurses, as Wesker joined her there.

"Come, my dear heart, we should assemble the troops. We need to leave for Umbrella as soon as possible. The quicker we can mass produce the cure, the better."

"One, I'm not your dear heart and if you call me that again, I'll shoot you where it hurts. And two, why should we go to Umbrella with you?"

"You still don't trust me? Even though I've created the cure? How can we change that?"

"We can stay here and continue to create the cure," Alice said.

"I hate to say this, but we cannot," Wesker replied as they left the hospital, "I do not have the resources to create the cure on a mass level. Only the Umbrella facilities do."

"I'm not convinced."

They reached the Oval Office, finding Jake sitting at the presidential chair, his feet on the desk, while Jill, Leon, Ada, Chris and Claire were also there, the latter two waiting reluctantly, both preferring to be anywhere but in the same room as Wesker.

"Boy, get out of my chair," Wesker demanded.

"Make me," Jake retorted.

The White House was rocked by an explosion, as the wall behind Wesker's desk was destroyed and a large beast came flying into the Oval Office. Standing at least seven feet tall and five feet wide, the beast had stringy hair and wore a Hannibal Lector-mask, as well as a pair of leather pants and heavy boots. But it was its right arm that was the most distinguishing feature, a large steel forearm ending in long sharp claws. The Ustanak roared, its focus landing on Jake and before anyone could do anything, Jake had been smashed through the wall, the Ustanak carrying him through several rooms.

"What the hell?" Wesker cried.

"Incoming!" Alice shouted.

She drew her submachine guns, as J'avo came swinging in, blasting away with their assault rifles. Chris dived for Jill, a bullet scrapping his tactical vest, as Leon and Ada hit the floor together, the latter impaling a J'avo through the head with an arrow. Claire had managed to find cover, but Alice swiftly took care of the J'avo via a telekinetic blast that fired them back out of the Oval Office. She stood by the hole in the wall, seeing the numerous Osprey aircraft hovering outside and the hordes of zombie now entering the White House thanks to the barricade having been destroyed in the missile attack.

"They're coming in," Alice said, "We've got to get the people out of here."

"Claire, find K-Mart and Becky," Jill said, "Evacuate the people. We've got this."

Wesker was gone in the blink of an eye, following after the Ustanak's trail of destruction, coming across the beast hurling Jake against the wall. The Ustanak reached for the bloodied Jake again, but Wesker was there in a flash, slamming his palm full-force against the creature's chest, stopping it dead in its tracks.

"I don't need your help," Jake said, "I could've handled it myself."

"By being a punching bag?" Wesker said, "You're doing a good job at that."

The Ustanak lashed out at Wesker, but he was gone, as Jake drove his fist into the creature's face, barely stunning it and he had to duck the claws swinging for his head, as Wesker leapt up, his knee driving into the back of the Ustanak's head. The Ustanak swung its claws at Wesker, but he blurred out of the way, as Jake slammed an uppercut onto the Ustanak's chin, then moved behind the creature and alongside his father, landed a palm thrust that smashed the Ustanak through the wall, burying it beneath a small pile of rubble. J'avo appeared around the corner and began shooting, forcing Jake to duck for cover, while Wesker danced around the bullets, appearing before them and scattering them with his punches and kicks. After crushing a J'avo's head against a wall, Wesker then smashed another J'avo's face in with his elbow, before flipping over to a third J'avo, knocking him to the ground and shattering his head with a stomp. Meanwhile, Jake had headed down another corridor in search for K-Mart, leaving his father behind, his gun drawn in front. A zombie staggered around the corner, going down with a bullet to the head, but it wasn't the only one, as more zombies staggered into the hallway, a few of them being the soldiers that used to defend the building. Shrugging, Jake shot down a few before leaping into hand-to-hand battle, showing off the skills he had clearly inherited from his father, until the zombies were all dead at his feet.

While that had been going on, Chris kicked a door down, going in gun first with Jill right behind him, the pair being confronted by three J'avo who were holding some civilians hostage and waving machetes while speaking in an unknown language. They were shouting and gesturing loudly, suggesting that Chris and Jill surrendered their weapons.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Chris asked Jill.

She nodded and shot one J'avo straight through the head, while Chris took down the other two. As the civilians headed to the evacuation point, one of the J'avo stood up with a groan, even though half its head was missing. It started convulsing, its torso rupturing into a rhinoceros-beetle like transformation. Chris and Jill instantly fired upon the transformed J'avo, but the bullets bounced off its tough skin as it bent over at the waist and charged at them, its horns locking on either sides of Chris as he was slammed into the wall. Jill shot the J'avo in the back, trying desperately to free Chris as he was slowly crushed by the horns. Jill tried a different tactic, shooting the J'avo in the legs and thankfully, it was enough to allow Chris to pry himself free and he slammed his combat machete straight between the J'avo's horns and into its soft flesh, killing it instantly.

"I don't think I'll be trying that again," Chris said, "And thank you. Now let's go."

Across the White House, Leon blasted a machete-waving J'avo in the legs as it chased after several civilians, bringing it crashing down. The J'avo twitched, its legs mutating into something that resembled giant grasshopper legs and with a single bound, the J'avo had easily crossed the corridor and knocked Leon to the ground, his assault rifle sliding from his hands. He grabbed his handgun, shooting into the J'avo's abdomen, but it simply ignored the bullets as it pointed its machete at him. However, an arrow suddenly lodged into the J'avo's head and Leon looked up as Ada approached him with a small smile on her face.

"Trouble, Leon?" she asked, helping him to his feet.

"Nothing I couldn't handle alone," he replied, "Let's get these civilians out of here."

The pair started for the hallway, as several zombies rounded the corner. Leon and Ada instantly backed up, shooting into the horde, the former picking up his assault rifle, but more and more zombies were piling into the hallway and seeing no other choice, Leon and Ada were forced to run in the opposite direction, as civilians made their way out into the compound where Claire was ushering them onto the emergency vehicles. They had been collected together by the Resistance in preparation for something like this in order to get the survivors out, but only in case of the White House being breached. Any other attempt to escape would have failed due to the overwhelming forces of the undead. Claire was hoping that she could get enough of the survivors out, as Kipepeo swarmed overhead. She shot down those that swooped in, aided by the military men supervising the evacuation.

Back inside the White House, Becky was wandering the hallways, lost in the madness of fleeing survivors, tears streaming down her face as she tried to find her mother, but her search was fruitless as she was constantly knocked around by the panic. Zombies made their presence known and screams echoed around the area, blood coating the walls. Becky saw the zombies coming and tried to flee, as one of the undead spied her and gave chase. Just before the zombie caught hold, a bullet pierced its skull and Becky found herself before K-Mart.

"Come on, kid, let's get out of here."

Taking Becky by the hand, K-Mart shot down a few more zombies as they made their escape, thankful for Jake's lessons. It was absolute pandemonium as she weaved through the corridors, hoping that she could at least get Becky out of the chaos. Entering a corridor, K-Mart stopped short at the sight of a huge hole in the wall, but she quickly took off again, Becky by her side, as the Ustanak slowly stood up, its steel claws snapping menacingly.

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