Traveling Across Movie Worlds

The embers of Nemesis's destruction still glowed faintly outside, casting a beautiful blue light through the shattered windows of the theater. Inside, the tension shifted from fear to a hushed reverence. Every pair of eyes followed me as I crossed the room, my steps deliberate, my sword still burning the air around it as if echoing the lingering energy of the flames.

I took a slow, deliberate breath, letting the moment settle. The weight of their gazes bore down on me, not out of fear, but with something deeper—hope, respect, and an unspoken yearning for direction. These weren't ordinary survivors; they were S.T.A.R.S. operatives, some of the most skilled and disciplined individuals the world had to offer. But even the elite need guidance in the face of an apocalypse.

Stepping into the center of the room, I turned to face them fully, meeting each of their eyes in turn. My voice, calm yet firm, broke the silence like a spark igniting dry tinder.

"Tonight, you've seen what we're up against," I began, gesturing briefly toward the remnant ash of Nemesis outside. "That creature was just one of many horrors unleashed by Umbrella. We've all lost people. We've all seen firsthand how fragile humanity's defenses are against this virus. But let me tell you this—we're not done. Not by a long shot."

I allowed my words to hang in the air for a moment, the gravity of the situation seeping into their bones. I wasn't just talking about Nemesis or Umbrella; I was talking about survival—of their comrades, of humanity, of hope itself.

I continued, stepping forward with measured intensity. "This is a war. A war not just against Umbrella but against everything they stand for—control, chaos, and the destruction of everything we hold dear."

I paused, scanning their faces. I could see their exhaustion, their fear, but also the flicker of something more. It was faint but unmistakable: resolve.

"Together," I said, my voice rising slightly, "we are stronger than anything Umbrella can throw at us. But strength alone isn't enough. We need unity, coordination, purpose, and most importantly leadership."

I turned to Jill, who stood stoically near the back of the room, her arms crossed but her gaze unwavering. "Jill Valentine," I said, addressing her directly. "You've been on the front lines of this fight longer than most. Your skills, your experience, and your heart make you an indispensable part of this team. When I'm not here, you will take the lead."

Her eyes widened slightly, but she nodded, a flicker of determination crossing her features.

"And Alice," I continued, turning to her. She leaned casually against a crumbling wall, her smirk hiding a hint of surprise. "You've proven time and again that you're a fighter. Your super strength and ability to adapt to T-virus completely make you the perfect commander for humanity to fight against the zombies and mutations. More than that, you understand Umbrella better than anyone else. Your help in taking them down is crucial."

Alice straightened slightly, her smirk fading into a look of respect. "You're putting a lot of faith in us," she said, her tone thoughtful.

"I am," I replied simply. "Because faith is what we need right now. Not in some miracle, but in each other."

I faced the group as a whole, my tone softening just enough to convey sincerity. "This apocalypse isn't something we can outrun or ignore. It's here. And the only way we survive is together. That means no lone wolves, no going rogue. Every single one of us is essential. You're not just survivors; you're the foundation of something greater. A group of people who refuse to give up, who refuse to bow to the chaos Umbrella has unleashed. I wholeheartedly believe that we would succeed under Jill and Alice's command."

"I'm asking you to follow me—not as a hero, not as some supernatural force, but as someone who believes in all of you. Together, we'll build something stronger than Umbrella ever anticipated. A force that doesn't just survive but fights back. And when the time comes, we will be the ones to bring this nightmare to an end."

For a moment, there was silence, save for the faint crackling of distant fires. Then, one by one, the S.T.A.R.S. operatives straightened, their postures shifting from defeated to resolute. Jill stepped forward, her voice firm.

"I'm in," she said simply, her eyes locking onto mine.

Alice gave a nod, a faint smile playing at her lips. "Well, you've certainly got the theatrics down. Count me in."

The rest followed, their voices blending into a chorus of agreement. Terri, standing near the back, raised her camera slightly, capturing the moment with a look of awe on her face.

With a small, satisfied nod, I stepped back, allowing the group to fully grasp the significance of their decision. "Man, that took quite a bit of energy to act like a noble leader." However, the survivors of Westwood Theater were no longer just a scattered group of people struggling to survive. They had become a team—a force. Under Alice and Jill's command, they would transform into something greater: a beacon of hope in a world enveloped in darkness.

The murmurs of agreement had barely faded when I stepped forward again, my expression grave. The room, which moments ago buzzed with newfound purpose, fell silent once more. My voice dropped, softer yet laden with urgency, pulling their attention back to the gravity of our reality.

"Gather everyone," I began, my tone cutting through the stillness like a blade. "The fight isn't over. In fact, it's far from it. My display of power back there…" I paused, glancing toward the faint blue glow of the embers still visible through the shattered windows. "It's forced Umbrella's hand. They know they can't contain me—or us. That's why they've accelerated their plans."

The room stiffened, the weight of my words pressing down on the survivors like an iron hand.

"In the next half hour," I continued, my voice steady but edged with urgency, "Umbrella is going to drop a tactical nuclear bomb on Raccoon City. Not just to eliminate the infection but to bury their secrets for good. We have less than thirty minutes to get out of here."

Jill stepped forward, her jaw clenched. "How do we evacuate an entire group in thirty minutes? The roads are swarming with infected, and the city is under complete lockdown."

I nodded, acknowledging the challenge. "Don't worry, we have all the firepower we need. "Just then, Rain and Olga pulled up outside the theater, driving a semi-truck with a long ass trailer filled with food, medicine, supplies, weapons, and ammunition. " You are going to blast right through their defense."

The cheers of the group filled the theater, echoing off the dilapidated walls and reigniting a spark of hope among the survivors. But amidst the pumped-up energy, there was a quieter, sharper tension building. Jill, Terri, and even Alice stood a little apart, their gazes fixed on me, catching something unspoken in my words.

So they all surrounded me with their questioning gazes. "You've already figured it out," I said finally, my voice calm but firm. "Right now, I am Umbrella's primary target—along with the infection in the city. Every move I make, every action I take, they're watching. If I try to leave with all of you, they might redirect the nuke to wherever we're heading next. You'd all be walking into death with me."

"No!" Jill snapped, her voice cutting through the quiet tension. "We don't abandon our own. We can find another way, together."

I gave her a small, sad smile. "This isn't about abandoning anyone, Jill. It's about making sure you all survive. That's what matters."

Terri's eyes glistened as she shook her head. "But...you can't just stay here. You said yourself that time's running out."

I stepped closer to them hugging them all, lowering my voice so only they could hear. "I have my ways, Terri. Trust me. This isn't the end for me—not yet. You all need to make it out of the city first. I'll find you when it's safe."

Alice crossed her arms, glaring at me. "You expect us to just take that on faith? We've been through enough to know promises don't mean much out here."

I met her glare with unwavering determination. "I've never broken a promise, and I'm not about to start now. Believe in me. You have seen the flames I control they'll protect me."

Jill's stoic mask cracked further, and for a moment, her vulnerability shone through. "You'd better keep that promise," she said softly, her words almost lost beneath the weight of emotion.

I kissed all three of them to appease their emotion before heading out leaving them to get the group ready. Outside I met up with Rain and Olga and appreciated them with a kiss each and told them of the plan and later to head to "Alaska" as nature there would still be intact even after years of widespread evolution of T-virus and also due to its natural resources like fresh water and oil. It would be a great place for a survival base.

In just ten minutes, the group was prepared for a death race. Alice led the convoy, accompanied by several soldiers armed with rocket launchers. The vehicle they were using was indestructible; it was one I had pulled from my inventory on the way here. With the ample ammunition they possessed, the barricades and defense gate stood no chance as they blasted through Raven's Bridge Gate. By the time they escaped the city walls, they had only five minutes left to get out of the blast radius. 

Just as the missile detonated at the center of the city, I exited the resident evil movie world and that concludes the second part of the movie franchise. I decided to clean up and have something to eat before heading back for the third part of the movie world as all that acting in front of that many people drained me.