Alice, Rain, Jill, Terri, and L.J. screeched to a halt at the school, its eerie halls looming under Raccoon City's apocalyptic haze.
Carlos Oliveira and Nicholai Ginovaef, battered from zombie skirmishes, rolled up simultaneously, guns raised in a tense standoff.
"Who the hell are you?" Carlos barked.
Alice, cool as ice, lowered her Desert Eagle. "Alice, working for Dr. Ashford. You?"
Carlos blinked, lowering his weapon. "Same. He sent us for his daughter, Angela."
The groups swapped names, realizing they were on the same mission, tension easing into wary alliance.
Cue Raja, roaring in on his Davidson bike, drifting to a flashy stop, tires squealing like a rockstar's encore.
He dismounted, grinning. "Hey, girls, miss me?"
Alice snorted, Rain chuckled, and Jill rolled her eyes, while Carlos and Nicholai gaped, confused by his theatrics.
Raja's gaze caught a K-9 unit van nearby, its cages bloodied and busted. He whistled. "Alice, looks like your favorite zombie dogs are crashin' the school. Excited?" Alice's glare could've melted steel, her snort pure disdain.
MAYA: "Master, you're poking the bear with a dog joke—bold!"
Raja took charge, voice sharp. "Alice and I'll hunt for Angela. Rain, you're on team safety. Jill, keep an eye on Carlos—he's bitten. Shoot him if he turns."
Carlos's jaw dropped, Nicholai tensing, but Jill nodded, her gun trained on Carlos, shocking the group.
Raja and Alice slipped into the school, silenced Desert Eagles ready. "Alice, use your telepathy—scan for a scared, emotional girl," Raja said.
Alice focused, her 25% brainpower kicking into hyperdrive. Her mind swept the school, locking onto Angela, shivering in a corner classroom.
"Follow me," Alice smirked, leading the way.
They moved like ghosts, headshotting zombies with pinpoint accuracy, their silenced shots barely a whisper.
Reaching the classroom, they found Angela, an 11-year-old blonde, muddy and trembling.
Alice's heart clenched, maternal instincts flaring. She knelt, hugging the girl. "You're safe now." Comforting Angela, Alice noticed injection marks on her arm, a chilling pattern.
"Raja, look at this." Raja, dropping his usual goofball act, sauntered over. "Who called Doctor Raja? Where's the patient? Aha, this beautiful blonde kid! Let's see… T-Virus injections to cure a disability, but it's zombifying her without anti-virus serum."
Angela, stunned by his spot-on diagnosis, spilled the truth: her father's virus treated her genetic disease, but required regular anti-virus doses to prevent her turning.
Raja pulled out his APT-Wyllt serum, grinning. "Kid, Doctor Raja's got a magic syringe. This'll cure your illness, make you strong like Big Sis Alice, and nix the zombie risk—no more daily shots. Deal?"
Angela glanced at Alice, who nodded reassuringly.
As Angela looked away, Raja, ever chaotic, jabbed the syringe in, startling her. She yelped, then slumped, lulled to sleep by his Telepathy.
Alice glared daggers. "Really, Raja?"
He smirked, spinning his silenced Desert Eagle and, without looking, headshot three zombie dogs lunging from behind, their bodies crumpling. "Multitasking, babe."
Alice scooped Angela up like a mama bear, and Raja cleared the path, dropping zombies with casual precision.
Outside, Raja used Angela's anti-virus stash to cure Carlos, who sighed relief as the infection faded.
Alice called Dr. Ashford, reporting Angela's exhaustion-induced sleep. He gave them an extraction point—a heliport where a chopper waited.
Unbeknownst to them, Major Timothy Cain had nabbed Ashford, holding him hostage for aiding Alice's crew.
Cain set an ambush at the heliport, aiming to bag everyone.
Raja, sensing a trap, grinned. "I'm 100% down for an ambush. Rain and I'll zip ahead—Rain, take a sniper perch; I'll clear Umbrella's snipers. You guys roll up in the van, act like helpless damsels, and we'll hit 'em when they're distracted."
Rain snatched Raja's bike keys, smirking. "You're backseat, chaos boy." Raja, playing the good ol' boy, hopped on, shamelessly rubbing his hardon against Rain's curves, squeezing her breasts. She revved the engine, shooting off at breakneck speed, Raja whooping like a kid on a rollercoaster.
"Detour to the bank!" he shouted. Rain, confused, complied.
There, Raja revealed his inventory trick, sucking up stacks of cash, diamonds and gold bars with Telekinesis, leaving Rain slack-jawed.
"Questions later—let's escape Raccoon City first," he said, slinging a bag with $10 million in cash, diamonds, and jewelry.
MAYA: "Master, you're looting banks mid-apocalypse—legendary!"
They reached a spot 1km from the heliport, moving stealthily. Spotting Umbrella's sniper nests, they scaled a building, silently neutralizing the snipers.
Rain claimed the prime perch, her rifle ready.
Raja, ninja-style, took out the remaining Umbrella grunts, then waited in the shadows.
Alice's team arrived in the van, playing the helpless card.
Cain, smirking, ordered his soldiers to capture them. "Where's Raja and Rain?" he demanded.
Alice, channeling Oscar-worthy drama, spun a tale of a zombie horde ambush, claiming Raja and Rain sacrificed themselves. Cain bought it, smug, and pressed a gun to Ashford's head, forcing Alice to fight Nemesis.
Alice clashed with Nemesis, her enhanced strength giving her the edge.
Mid-fight, she froze, recognizing Matt Addison's mutated face. "Matt?" she whispered.
Nemesis hesitated, then turned on Cain, mowing down Umbrella troops to protect Alice.
A soilder rocket launched and made Nemesis die and Alice knelt, mournful.
Rain, from her perch, started picking off Umbrella soldiers with surgical precision.
Raja burst in like a one-man army, dropping goons left and right, and nabbed Cain.
Rain slid down, eyes blazing, ready to avenge her fallen Shade's Team.
She methodically broke every bone in Cain's body, his screams echoing as she left him writhing, barely alive.
Carlos took the chopper's controls, lifting off from Raccoon City's chaos.
Raja directed him to ditch the helicopter in a forest near the next city.
Landing, Raja handed Carlos the $10 million bag from the Helicopter, shocking the group. "Carlos, Nicholai, real talk: the world's screwed. The nuke won't stop the virus—give it a year, it's doomsday. Take this cash, buy a container ship, trick it out with food, water, medicine, everything. Protect Dr. Ashford and Angela. Doc, work on an airborne cure to kill the virus. Me, Alice, and Rain are Umbrella's top targets—they'll hunt us relentlessly, so we'll keep running. The future's on you. Recruit good people."
He turned to Jill. "You can join them."
Jill scoffed, "Hell no, I'm riding with you, fighting Umbrella." After quick goodbyes, Raja slipped Angela an NZT-15% pill, whispering to take it while asleep.
As the groups parted, Alice and Rain whipped out their Desert Eagles, pressing them to Raja's head.
"Talk," Alice growled. Jill, stunned, froze as the mood flipped.
Raja raised his hands, smiling. "Fine, but if you don't buy it, not my problem."
Alice and Rain nodded; Jill leaned in, ears perked.
Raja's tone shifted, serious. "I'm Raja, but not from this world."
The ladies' jaws dropped, brains racing at supersonic speed, piecing together wild theories.
"Go on," Alice said. Raja laid it out: "I'm from a parallel world. The multiverse is real. I've got a power to travel universes in my sleep, collecting resources, tech, meds. It drops me into doomsday worlds with key event memories, like it wants me to fix timeline screw-ups, delay apocalypses, or save someone."
Rain pressed, "What worlds? What doomsdays?"
Raja grinned. "Recently, I stopped a vampire-werewolf war, crowned a vampire queen. Real shit, in some worlds. Another? A meteor gave a girl Superman powers, but her boyfriend turned supervillain. They trashed the world, so I snagged the meteor's power and bounced, stopping the end."
Skeptical, the ladies stared.
Raja floated off the ground, then lifted the helicopter with one hand. "Believe me now?" he smirked, landing.
He pulled a bag from his inventory—cash, gold, diamonds, jewelry. "Proof. My soul's tied to an infinite inventory. The APT-Wyllt serum? I made it with vampire-world immortal blood for adaptability. I've got one left—for Jill."
Alice sighed. "Is our world doomed? Can you save it?"
Raja shook his head. "It's toast. I get glimpses—like Alice is the T-Virus's perfect carrier, unlocking its true power. Rain and her team should've died in the Hive, but I saved her, over and over. Fate balanced it by taking her team, sparing her because of me."
Rain reeled, stunned. Jill and Alice demanded their own death scenarios; Raja answered calmly, detailing near-misses.
Alice cut them off. "What's the plan?"
Raja smiled. "I can't stay long. My power yanks me out when the mission's done—don't know when I'll return."
The ladies, floored, scrambled for options, but Raja waved them down. "Chill. The nuke's my exit cue, so we've got time." They nodded, ready for his plan.
Raja laid it out, voice firm. "Your brains outshine Einstein—use them, not just brute force. Your bodies are superhuman; train them. You've got time before the world implodes. Build doomsday bunkers. Alice, master tech, electronics, hacking—dodge Umbrella's satellites and Red Queen AIs. Rain, become a mechanical genius, build weapons, vehicles, even tanks. Jill, I'll juice you with T-Virus, APT-Wyllt, and NZT-Wyllt, making you equal to Rain. Then, study biology, medicine. Your brains'll turn years of work into a month. Excel, hit Umbrella strategically for intel. Alice, your telepathy can mind-read—grow it."
Raja injected Jill with the serums and NZT-Wyllt. She passed out, body evolving. As the ground rumbled, the nuke's shockwave hit Raccoon City.
Raja, feeling it is the best time, grinned. "Time's up, ladies. Wait for my return and Stay badass." With a wink, he vanished, leaving Alice, Rain, and a stirring Jill to face their doomed world.
MAYA: "Master, from zombie wars to multiverse zaps bullshit—you're the ultimate chaos king!"
To Be Continued…