Bang!... Bang!... Bang!...
A gunshots rang out from the next car, and it looked like there was someone still alive fighting zombies on the other side.
"Allen, it seems like there's a survivor!" Rebecca said, eager to rush over and help whoever was still alive inside the train.
"Alright, I'll take the lead," Allen replied, giving Rebecca a sense of reassurance.
When the three of them reached the other side of the car, they spotted a man with tattoos on his arm, firing a pistol at the zombies.
"Hey man, we're a tactical rescue team! We're here to save you. Now get out of the way and find some cover!" Allen shouted, tossing an fire grenade at the leeches that had gathered together and merged into a massive monster, lunging at the tattooed man.
"What the shit?!" the man cursed, startled that Allen had thrown a grenade in such a confined space. He nearly wanted to yell at Allen for it.
BOOM! The explosion tore through one of the train cars, shaking the entire carriage and shattering windows. Fortunately, Allen, Rebecca, and Svetlana had already taken cover from the blast's impact.
At that moment, while taking cover, Allen didn't miss the chance to rest his hand on Svetlana's hip.
"Could you put your hand somewhere else, Allen? I can protect myself, you know," Svetlana said, sounding a little annoyed.
Allen felt conflicted—earlier she had teased him for being too serious, but now when he tried to lighten the mood, he got scolded again.
'I guess that saying about women being hard to understand is definitely true.'
"Hmmm, we'd better check the situation over there first," Allen said, acting as if he hadn't heard her, his hand still firmly on Svetlana's hip.
Svetlana rolled her eyes, realizing he was purposely ignoring her words. But even so, she didn't brush his hand away.
Meanwhile, Rebecca quickly trained her weapon on Biliy.
"Biliy Coen, you're a fugitive. Surrender now and slowly drop your weapon," Rebecca said, finally realizing the identity of the man before her.
Allen and Svetlana were a little speechless at Rebecca's composure in a situation like this — how could they possibly recapture a prisoner now, with zombies likely still nearby?
"W-wait, you're going to arrest me in this situation?" Biliy stammered, confused. He wanted to run, but it seemed impossible — especially against three people, and he didn't want to hurt any innocent people, particularly a police officer.
"Stop. Don't move. You're under arrest. I'll shoot if you take another step," Rebecca warned as she saw Biliy about to back away.
"Okay, Biliy, you'd better listen to my teammate. You're now a suspect for the murder of the guards who were escorting you," Allen said, wanting to close the case — he was a bit playful about it.
"Hey, the military guards escorting me were killed by those weird dogs that bit them. They swarmed us from every side and I was the only survivor who tried to escape," Biliy said, raising his hands as he explained the situation.
"Then where did you get that weapon?" Rebecca asked.
"I got it from a police officer on this train after he was attacked by the leeches that came after me," Biliy defended himself.
But just as Rebecca was about to say something, they suddenly noticed a strange man standing on top of a hill, his body completely surrounded by leeches. Not long after, the train they were on suddenly began to move.
"What's happening? And who is that man?" Rebecca asked.
"I don't know, but we'd better head to the front of the train and stop it. And you, Biliy, you're coming with us," Allen said, confiscating his weapon and cuffing him again. He wasn't about to let this guy try anything stupid.
With no other choice, Biliy surrendered, constantly under the barrel of their guns.
Meanwhile, at the front of the train, two Umbrella operatives had just arrived to investigate. Their mission was to destroy evidence, as it seemed the train accident had been caused by a viral leak from the corporation. They had been ordered by Wesker and William to carry out this task.
But suddenly, a swarm of leeches descended on them from the roof of the train. They tried to shoot, but their efforts were useless against the overwhelming numbers. Their screams echoed through the communication line, Wiliam and Wesker's face darkened as they listened to what hapen.
They had no idea who was behind this.
"It looks like I need to get to the Executive Building and personally destroy that place," Wesker said as he began walking through the secret tunnel toward the building he wanted to reach.
"Do whatever you want — I'm going ahead because I need to continue my research," Wiliam replied over their communications.
Meanwhile, the train carrying Allen and the others sped up. On their way toward the front train cars, many zombies blocked their path, but Svetlana easily dealt with them all by herself. Up at the very front of the train, even more leeches seemed to be swarming. Allen threw another incendiary grenade at the mass. Boom.
"Hey, can you not use grenades every time you see those creatures?" someone protested, annoyed at having to take cover from each blast — and on top of that, his hands were cuffed, making it hard to move.
"Stop whining — are you a woman? And aren't you grossed out by those leeches? I don't want to be touched by those monsters," Allen shot back.
Rebecca and Svetlana stayed quiet about Allen's behavior, though they were also a little disgusted by the zombie leeches; they even considered throwing grenades at them if they had to face them directly.
"Okay, now what? We can't go through — the front is covered in fire from the grenades you threw," Biliy mocked, trying to tease Allen again because his actions were reckless.
"We can go across the roof of the train," Allen replied, pointing toward the train's roof.
After they reached the front of the train, Rebecca checked the situation and noticed the console was damaged, most likely shot by someone earlier.
"This train can only be stopped from the rear," Rebecca said after flipping through the emergency braking manual.
"What a pain," Allen muttered as he grabbed the manual and started reading it together with Svetlana. The instructions explained they needed to use a special disc and then activate an emergency code to unlock the braking system.
"Whoever designed a train with a manual braking system like this must've been out of their mind," Svetlana remarked sarcastically.
"I'll head to the back of the train and take care of it," Billy suddenly offered. It was obvious he was still trying to find a chance to escape by using the situation to his advantage.
"Oh? Planning to use this opportunity to run away?" Allen said with a faint smirk. "Unfortunately for you… you won't need to bother with that."
After that, Allen reactivated his Lightsaber and sliced through the steel protecting the emergency brake lever.
"WTF?!" Billy shouted, shocked by Allen's Lightsaber.
"See? Isn't this easy? This is what I call a Speed Run," Allen said with a grin as he pulled the brake lever, causing the train to slow down and finally stop not far from a terminal station building.
Not long after, they all stepped out of the train car and found themselves at a station that seemed to be connected to some kind of facility above.
"Where are we?" Rebecca asked.
"I don't know. Do you want to check it out?" Allen replied, glancing at Rebecca.
"Yes, besides, we're already here," Rebecca answered, her curiosity piqued. The station seemed to be connected to something else.
Naturally, after they walked through the station's tunnel, they entered an abandoned Umbrella facility that had long been left behind.
"Is this… an Umbrella facility?" Rebecca muttered in disbelief.
But the logo on the floor was undeniable proof that this place had once belonged to Umbrella.
"It looks like this was an old Umbrella Executive facility that's been abandoned for a long time. Annette once mentioned something about this," Allen said.
"Hmm, Allen, can we investigate this place first?" Rebecca asked, clearly curious.
"Hmm, sure. But we'd better be careful, this place seems pretty dangerous. And don't forget—we're bringing a prisoner with us," Allen warned.
Meanwhile, Billy just kept quiet, calmly following along with the group.
At that moment, the four of them stood in front of an old painting displayed in the center of the room. The plaque beneath the portrait read: James Marcus.
"That man is Dr. James Marcus," Allen explained calmly. "One of the founders of Umbrella… though he's been dead for a long time."
"You know something about him?" Rebecca asked, her curiosity growing.
"Not much," Allen shook his head. "Information about him is scarce… but what I do know is that he was no saint either."
Meanwhile, in another section of the facility, Wesker was already watching from the surveillance room. His cold eyes studied the monitors, tracking Allen and the others. Suddenly, one of the camera feeds distorted, the image flickering into static.
Wesker leaned closer. "What is this…?"
Then, without warning, a figure appeared on the screen—tall, shrouded in shadows, and unnervingly calm.
"You… who are you?" Wesker demanded, his tone sharp.
The figure let out a low, unsettling laugh before speaking.
"I am the one who spread the T-Virus in that mansion… the one who derailed your precious train. It was all my doing."
Wesker narrowed his eyes. "And for what purpose?"
The figure's lips curved into a sinister smile.
"Revenge, of course. Revenge on Umbrella… and on you, Wesker. You, who dared betray your own teacher."
Suddenly, the man's body convulsed, his form twisting unnaturally as dozens of leeches writhed beneath his skin. His face shifted, aged features surfacing as the truth was revealed.
"Impossible…" Wesker muttered, his calm demeanor breaking for a split second. "James Marcus? How… how are you still alive?"
The creature laughed, the sound echoing grotesquely through the speakers.
"Oh, Albert… I did die. They betrayed me, discarded me like garbage. But death could not silence me. The Queen Leech—my beautiful creation—consumed my brain, my very flesh. It devoured everything… and in doing so, it inherited my memories, my will, my very soul. In every way that matters… I am James Marcus."
Wesker glared at the screen, his fists clenching behind his back.
"You're nothing but an abomination," he spat.
But the creature only spread its arms, dozens of leeches crawling across its body as its voice deepened, layered with inhuman echoes.
"Abomination? No, Wesker… I am perfection. I am the culmination of my research, the embodiment of evolution itself! Umbrella thought they could erase me… but I have returned, stronger than ever. And soon, both Umbrella… and you… will pay for what was done to me!"
The camera feed flickered violently, the image nearly consumed by static as the grotesque figure leaned closer to the lens, its deformed face splitting into a wide, hideous grin.
"Remember this face, Wesker… remember the face of the man you betrayed!"
With that, the feed cut to black, leaving Wesker staring at the blank monitors in silence, his jaw tight as the weight of Marcus's return sank in.
After that, Wesker stood up from his chair, his expression unreadable. Without hesitation, he began entering a code into the terminal—the self-destruct sequence for the facility. Once the confirmation flashed across the monitors, he turned and prepared to leave.
Meanwhile, Allen and the others, still in the middle of their conversation, shifted their attention toward Billy.
"Hey, are you just going to stay quiet?" Allen asked, his voice calm but firm. "I've been looking into your case… and something about your trial doesn't add up."
"Please," Billy muttered, shaking his head, "don't bring that up. I don't want to remember it."
Rebecca frowned, confused. "Allen… what do you mean by that?"
Allen smirked slightly, tapping his wristband. "Better if you see for yourself. Wednesday, send the analysis results to Rebecca."
A soft chime followed as data appeared across Rebecca's glasses display. Her eyes scanned the report, her brows furrowing deeper with every line she read.
"This… this doesn't make sense," she whispered. "There's definitely something wrong here."
Allen crossed his arms, his gaze never leaving Billy.
"So, are you really going to stay silent? You know what happens if we drag you back to prison, don't you? They'll execute you without a second thought."
Billy clenched his jaw, his fists tightening at his sides. The weight of old memories pressed down on him until he finally spoke, his voice strained.
"I… I didn't do it. I was framed. My commanding officer… he was the one responsible. But instead of justice, they pinned it all on me."
The words hung heavy in the air, the bitterness in Billy's tone cutting deeper than any weapon.
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