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Alice and Ada stood side by side before the massive glass wall. Beyond it was only darkness—thick, absolute, and suffocating, as if the world itself had been swallowed whole. No stars, no reflections, not even a hint of movement. The silence here was different from the ruins aboveground; it was controlled, deliberate, like the breath being held before an execution.
About a minute passed.
Then, a faint ray of light cut through the darkness.
It shimmered, fractured, and bent strangely, as if passing through layers of water. The black void slowly revealed structure—blurred shapes, pale outlines, something vast and cold pressing down from above.
Alice narrowed her eyes and stepped closer to the glass. Her reflection overlapped with the outside world, making it look as though she were already submerged within it.
"Ice layers," she said softly, her voice low but steady. "We're underwater."
Ada nodded, her gaze sharp and analytical. "Yes. Deep underwater."
The realization settled heavily in Alice's chest. This wasn't just another underground base. This was a sealed cage beneath an ocean of ice, designed so that even escape itself would feel impossible.
Wesker's voice echoed again, calm and precise, cutting through the oppressive atmosphere.
"If you want to leave this place, you'll need assistance. I've organized a commando unit to support you by way of the ground."
Alice didn't respond immediately. Her fingers tightened slightly around the grip of her gun.
Ada glanced sideways and added, "Luther is with them."
That single name caused a flicker in Alice's eyes—quick, restrained, but unmistakable.
Wesker continued, "Security Officer Jill Valentine has arrived at the Tokyo Checkout Area. She's tracking you. Her orders are to arrest you… or kill you if necessary."
Alice's jaw tightened. "Under whose order?"
"Red Queen."
A cold laugh escaped Alice's lips. "I knew it. Back at the Nevada base, she destroyed her own younger sister—White Queen—without hesitation."
Wesker's tone grew heavier. "Red Queen now controls Umbrella Corporation. She will spare nothing to prevent you from leaving."
The screen flickered as Wesker continued speaking, his image unstable.
"I've prepared an escape route. You must pass through the New York Simulation Field and reach the suburban zone. You'll rendezvous with the commando unit there. They'll escort you through the Moscow Simulation Field and bring you to the submarine shipyard. From there, you'll return to the surface via elevator."
The image suddenly distorted.
Wesker's face glitched violently. "Red Queen has intercepted my signal. She's taking control of the base systems. You must hurry. I can't—"
The screen went black.
A second later, crimson light flooded the display.
A smaller figure appeared, standing in darkness. Her expression was cold, mechanical, and eerily familiar.
"Do not listen to the traitor Wesker," Red Queen said. "Experimental subjects Alice and Ada Wong, remain where you are."
Alice raised her gun without hesitation. "We're leaving."
"You will die here," Red Queen replied flatly.
Alice fired.
The bullet shattered the screen in a violent explosion of sparks and glass, fragments raining down like broken promises.
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After battling through two mutated giant zombies in the New York Simulation Field, Alice and Ada broke through the final barrier.
The moment they stepped forward, the world changed.
Sunlight poured down from above—warm, gentle, almost unreal. Green lawns stretched into the distance. Trees swayed softly in a light breeze. Houses stood neatly arranged, windows intact, doors closed peacefully. The air felt clean.
The sky was blue.
Too blue.
Alice stopped walking.
Her instincts screamed.
"What's wrong with the sky?" she asked quietly.
"It isn't real," Ada replied. "A full environmental projection."
Even knowing that, Alice felt a tightness in her chest. Compared to the ruins she had crossed—burning streets, overturned vehicles, blood and fire—this place felt cruelly serene, like a lie too perfect to trust.
They moved forward carefully.
Ada checked the smart watch on her wrist. "This should be the rendezvous point. The commando unit should be here."
Alice's eyes scanned the quiet suburb. "They are."
Ada looked up sharply.
"In the houses behind us," Alice continued calmly. "Windows. Rooftops."
They exchanged a brief glance and moved together toward the nearest building.
Inside, chaos reigned.
Furniture was overturned, walls smeared with blood. The smell of decay lingered thickly in the air. A stabbed zombie lay motionless on the floor.
Alice stepped closer—and froze.
Her breath caught painfully in her throat.
She dropped to one knee. "Jack… how could you…"
Ada stepped beside her and studied the corpse. "This isn't Jack. Calm down."
Alice shook her head, pointing at the face. "It's him. Exactly the same."
Ada exhaled slowly. "Think clearly. You had countless replicas. Why can't others?"
Alice closed her eyes and forced herself to breathe. "You're saying this is a Jack replica."
"Yes," Ada replied. "Umbrella uses replicas for outbreak simulations. Each time, hundreds die. Their memories are implanted to make it real."
She added, "This 'Jack' could have been anyone—a company employee, a civilian, even a soldier."
Alice's shoulders relaxed slightly. "As long as it isn't the real him…"
Ada gave a faint smile. "You care more than you admit."
Alice turned her face away. "I only want to kill him."
Ada didn't argue.
A sudden sound echoed from upstairs.
Both women raised their guns instantly.
Alice advanced carefully, climbing the stairs one step at a time.
At the top, she found a dying body.
Her heart sank.
It was her.
Another Alice.
A replica.
"What did you do here?" Alice whispered. "And what does this have to do with Jack?"
She moved on, entering a bedroom. Her gaze locked onto a wardrobe.
Slowly, she opened it.
A zombie lunged out.
Alice reacted instantly—one hand shoved its head aside, the other fired. The zombie collapsed, skull destroyed.
A small voice spoke from behind.
"Mom… I illuminated the hiding place you mentioned."
Alice spun around, gun raised—then froze.
A little girl stood there.
Becky.
Alice lowered the gun at once.
The girl ran forward and hugged Alice tightly around the waist, signing and speaking together, confusion filling her eyes.
"Mom, why did your hair and clothes change?"
Alice stood stiffly. This child's mother… was her replica.
She gently placed a hand on Becky's head. "It's okay."
In another room, Alice stared at a photograph on the table. A smiling family of three.
Ada stood beside her. "These memories aren't real."
"To her, they are," Alice replied softly.
"The memories were implanted. Yesterday, her mind was blank."
Alice nodded slowly.
"Mom, I'm ready!" Becky called, wearing her backpack.
Alice forced a small smile. "Alright."
Then—
A figure appeared before them in a flash.
"Alice," the voice said warmly. "We meet again. Miss me?"
Alice's eyes widened.
Jack had arrived.