As we settled into the cabin, the group resumed their conversations, the atmosphere a bit more relaxed after the chaos we had just survived. They spoke in low voices, but I could still hear every word.
Leon leaned against the wall, arms crossed. "So, what's the plan now? We've managed to escape the facility, but it's not like the world's in any better shape out here."
Chris rubbed his chin, thinking. "We need to regroup, find out if there are any safe zones left. There have to be other survivors—military or civilian pockets holding out somewhere."
Claire, sitting by the small window, added, "It feels like the infection spread further than we thought. I don't even know if there's anywhere left untouched by this. We need intel, but most of the systems are down. It's like we're completely cut off."
Jill was more pragmatic. "First, we need supplies. Shelter's good, but food, water, and medical gear are a priority. We can't survive long without them."
Leon nodded. "We also need to figure out who or what is behind the resurgence of these experiments. Umbrella's been down for years—someone else has to be pulling the strings."
They all looked at each other, sharing the same concern. Umbrella was a name that still held weight, despite its fall. But the chaos in the world suggested someone had picked up where the corporation left off.
I stayed silent, listening as they made their plans. My role in this was clear—I would help where I could, but my focus was different. I wasn't here to solve the world's problems. I had my own objectives. But for now, we were all on the same path, at least until we reached the next crossroads.
Claire glanced over at me. "What about you? What's your plan?"
I paused, thinking for a moment before answering, my voice calm and even. "For now, I'll keep moving forward. Whatever's out there—whether it's experiments or those who created them—won't stand in my way."
It was simple and direct, the truth of it clear in the tone of my voice.
