Resident Evil crossover

by Godzilla 3509

The Umbrella Corporation facility stood silent, a relic of a world torn apart by its own reckless ambition. The base had been abandoned in haste, its corridors once filled with scientists now only housing the dead. Glass tubes holding failed experiments lined the walls, their inhabitants long since expired—drowned or starved by neglect. But deep within the heart of the laboratory,

9. another conversation

The group froze for a moment as my voice cut through the silence, deep and cold, but not threatening. It carried a strange detachment, like I was speaking out of simple logic rather than malice. I turned my head to look at them, my eyes narrowing slightly, waiting for a response.

"Are you just going to stand there or are you actually going to do something? It's not like I care anyway." My tone remained calm, my words hanging in the air, filling the corridor with an eerie weight.

Leon blinked, clearly surprised that I was speaking at all. "It talks," he muttered under his breath, then louder, "You can communicate?"

Chris's grip on his weapon tightened, his instincts still screaming at him to be ready for a fight. He shot a quick glance at Leon. "We need to be careful. Just because it can talk doesn't mean it's not dangerous."

Jill, ever the tactician, took a cautious step forward, her eyes studying me closely. "You're not like the others, are you? You're not mindless."

Claire, her voice softer but steady, asked, "What do you want? Are you trying to get out of here?"

I held their gazes for a moment, then looked back at the reinforced door, my calm demeanor unchanged. "I'm not like those things you've dealt with before. I'm not driven by hunger or rage. I want out—that's all."

Leon exchanged a glance with Chris, unsure how to proceed. "And then what?" Leon asked, his tone guarded. "What happens when you get out?"

I turned my head slightly, looking back at them. "That depends on what happens next. I don't have any interest in you, as long as you don't get in my way."

The group was silent for a moment, each of them weighing their options. They weren't used to dealing with something like this—something that wasn't just a monster, but something logical, detached. It was clear that this situation required more than brute force.

Jill's eyes remained locked on mine. "If we let you out, how do we know you won't become a threat later?"

I looked at her, my voice cold but clear. "I have no reason to destroy what doesn't concern me. As long as you stay out of my way, there won't be a problem."

The tension hung thick in the air, and it was obvious they weren't entirely sure what to do. But I had made my position clear. Now it was up to them.