Author's Note: The following story is a sequel to 2012's Resident Evil: Retribution, and is meant to be the final installment in the film series. Starring Milla Jovovich as Alice, Sienna Guillory as Jill Valentine, Shawn Roberts as Albert Wesker, Li Bingbing as Ada Wong, and Johann Urb as Leon Kennedy. All copyrights belong to Capcom and Screen Gems. I have done my best to incorporate canons from both the film series and game series into this story. Reviews and comments are welcomed and encouraged.

"I'm going to kill you," Alice spat out, shivering from the T-Virus that had just been injected into her, her fierce eyes coldly piercing Wesker's - enough so that even from behind his sunglasses, Wesker could feel her hatred towards him.

"Perhaps...but not today," he said, turning around with his arms behind his back. "As you can see, we have a much bigger dilemma on our hands." Wesker motioned the others to look out the window of the White House's oval room.

"Alice!" exclaimed Jill, kneeling down beside her friend. She put her hand on her shoulder as if to comfort her as Alice gripped her neck where Wesker had injected the syringe. "Are you all right?"

"I..." Alice muttered out softly. "I didn't ask for this."

"None of us did," Wesker sighed looking out the window without turning around. "When Umbrella and I had set out to do this, we did it so that we could change the world...for the better."

"Spare me your sob stories," Alice hissed, rising up to her feet, Jill still holding her steady.

Alice, Jill, Leon, and Ada had just gone through hell escaping the underground Umbrella fortress in Russia. Alice had received the beating of a lifetime from Jill, who was under the influence of the Umbrella Corporation. Jill's mind was still foggy and recovering from her several months of servitude for the Red Queen. Leon and Ada were exhausted and emotionally broken from having their comrades killed in action. And yet there didn't seem to be any sign of peace for any of them on the horizon. Nothing but blood, and violence, and the constant fight for survival in a world that had gone to hell many, many years prior.

"Very well," Wesker retorted. "But we will need you before the end, Alice. You and I are the only two beings to fuse with the T-Virus successfully, and that makes you very important." He peered out the window, seemingly unphased by what was transpiring outside: The zombie hordes were congregating outside the walls of the White House, violently attempting to break down the metal fences that protected the grounds inside. Terrifying flying creatures circled above the White House. They almost appeared as zombified birds; abominations of nature. Periodically they would swoop down and abduct one of the staff members or guards on the front lawn.

"Why am I important?" asked a frustrated Alice.

"Because you are a soldier, Project Alice," Wesker replied quickly and confidently. "This is what you were made for. Warfare."

Alice's head sunk as she closed her eyes. Deep down, she knew that Wesker was right. It's true that she hadn't asked for this - that she didn't want to be considered a weapon - but by some twist of fate the virus gave her abilities that no one else could possess. She resented the fact that she was 'property' of Umbrella, and she spent her life trying to resist it. Yet she looked down at her leather/nylon catsuit. A small umbrella emblem was patched onto her buckled corset, as if parading to the entire world that she was, and always would be..."Project Alice."

Dark green hunters scaled the walls. The security guards, perched in the guard towers with MG42 machine guns attempted to cut them down as they breached the premises, but every so often a hunter managed to climb atop the guard tower, and eviscerate a guard. Like clockwork, another guard went to take his place, and this cycle went on for some time.

"We are running dangerously low on reinforcements," Wesker noted monotonously.

"So I take it you have a plan?" asked Leon with a hint of attitude, his scraggly beard coming in fuller now as the dawn was only a couple hours away.

Wesker turned. "I always have a plan, it's just not the plan you're hoping for."

Ada turned to Jill and Alice. "We can't stay here," she whispered. "We should leave now."

"The only escape from here is the one I provide you with," Wesker said a matter of factly to Ada.

Ada scowled at his condescension. Her red dress was covered in dirt. Her feet were killing her from having to wear heels under the guise of an Umbrella assassin.

"What are you talking about?" Jill asked Wesker.

"The White House is lost," answered Wesker as he walked over to Jill and Alice. "Our only play left is to attack Umbrella head on."

"They have branches all over the entire world," Alice explained with a hint of snootiness, her jaw clenching as Wesker stood there two feet in front of her. A short time ago they were trying to kill each other. She even thought she had once. And now he was helping them. Helping her.

"New York City is where we must go now," Wesker said, heading to his desk. He reached down underneath the desk and hit a small button. With that, one of the fine art pieces on the wall flipped around to reveal a gun cache. Pistols, submachine guns, and an assault rifle sat atop the gun shelf where the painting used to hang.

"The Red Queen is everywhere," said Jill as she watched Wesker walk speedily to the cache, taking every gun and placing them in a black duffel bag. "One branch isn't going to make a difference."

"It will if we corrupt the mainframe," Wesker interjected, pulling a USB stick out of his pocket. He walked over to Alice, taking her hand softly and placing it into her palm. Alice noticed that he was surprisingly gentle. "This will destroy the Red Queen, Alice," Wesker spoke intently to her as he closed her palm. "This AI will spread like wildfire, destroying every instance of the Red Queen in every Umbrella branch. They're network is vast, but it is...at the end of the day...still networked."

Alice opened her beautiful eyes to Wesker as he spoke, sensing that he was being genuine. The T-Virus now flowed through her and she breathed in the cool night air.

"You better not be lying to me," warned Alice, curling her lip upwards a bit. "Or I will come back here and finish you myself."

"No point in lying anymore," Wesker replied, returning to the duffel bag and picking it up. "In any case, there's no need for empty threats." Wesker flipped the bag over his back. "I'm going with you all."

Leon and Ada looked at each other in disbelief. Jill immediately began shaking her head.

"There is no way I am working with you," Jill argued putting her hands on her flared hips as she stormed across the room.

"Alice," Ada started. "We cannot trust him. He will betray us as soon as we are done fulfilling his agenda. We should walk away from this now."

Alice pondered for a moment. There wasn't anything that she wouldn't do for her friends. But if this was the last chance to end Umbrella once and for all, then they'd have to take it. She knew that this is what she was meant to do.

"We have to trust him," Alice remarked, her breathing becoming heavier at the mere thought of working with Albert Wesker, her sworn nemesis. She slightly bit her lip as Wesker began to walk towards the door.

"Let's go," he commanded. "We're leaving now."

"Leaving how?!" asked Leon with his arms up. All Leon was concerned with was when he could next eat and sleep.

"The jet," Wesker said unemotionally. "It awaits us at the runway about a mile from here. We better leg it before this entire building falls on top of us."

As Wesker, Alice, Jill, Ada and Leon jogged towards the runway, they heard the cries and screams from the White House as the zombies breached the epicenter of government and order of the great superpower. Alice didn't dare look back. She had seen too much destruction already.

Leon jogged up beside Ada. "I can carry you if you like," Leon chimed. "Those heels can't be easy to move in."

"I move just fine," Ada said coldly, ignoring Leon's advances. Leon frowned.

"We can be in New York in a couple hours," Wesker explained, taking point as the runway came into sight. "There will be some time to rest on the plane."

Jill stopped in her tracks as she noticed the jet waiting on the runway. "Wow..." she practically gasped as she saw the enormous, sleek, metallic grey aircraft. This was not just an ordinary plane. It was twice the size of a 747 airliner, and its wing span was a testament to modern engineering the world had not yet experienced.

Alice kept quiet as her pace quickened. Jill looked over to Alice, about to say something when Alice's running hastened, putting more distance between herself and Jill.

"I call bottom bunk," said Leon.