Resident evil retribution

The world had already ended, yet Umbrella kept pretending it could still be saved. Beneath the frozen ruins of Moscow, their last facility pulsed with artificial life — white walls, red lights, and the hum of machines breeding nightmares. Alice woke within this sterile prison, her memories broken into flashes of pain and fire. She remembered faces that no longer existed, battles that left only scars, and the cold voice of Wesker promising a new world built on the ashes of the old.

She walked through the endless corridors, where her own reflection stared back from glass tanks — rows of failed clones drifting in silence. Every one of them had her eyes, her strength, her pain. Umbrella had turned her into a weapon, then tried to multiply that weapon until humanity itself disappeared. But something within Alice had changed; the virus inside her no longer obeyed orders. It whispered, it breathed, it wanted freedom.

When the alarms screamed, the white halls became rivers of chaos. Jill Valentine appeared through the smoke, her mind enslaved by Umbrella’s control. Their battle tore through the facility, two ghosts of the same past locked in a storm of rage and regret. “You were my friend once,” Alice said, her voice trembling beneath the roar of collapsing metal. Jill didn’t answer, but for a heartbeat, her eyes remembered.

As the base crumbled into fire, Alice escaped into the blizzard above, the last survivor of a war that had already been lost. Behind her, Umbrella burned — but Wesker’s shadow remained, promising another beginning. The snow fell red that night, and Alice looked toward the horizon where a faint city glowed beneath the aurora. “They made me to destroy the world,” she whispered. “But maybe, I’m meant to save what’s left of it.”