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That massive boom wasn't the rattle of a rail joint. It sounded like a mountain had plummeted from the heavens and crushed the final carriage.
The entire car, along with its heavy steel wheels, sank under the sudden weight. The roof groaned—a tooth-gritting shriek of twisting iron—as a spiderweb of cracks erupted from the point of impact.
In that instant, the air in the cabin turned to ice.
Leon, Claire, and Sherry went deathly pale. It was the ultimate nightmare: the feeling of crawling out of one hell and taking a single breath of fresh air, only to find yourself stepping into another, deeper, more hopeless pit.
Leon's muscles coiled again. He stared at the connector door, an ominous dread flooding through him like a cold tide. Claire pulled Sherry into a tight embrace, the flicker of hope in her eyes extinguished by a fresh shroud of despair.
Creak—
A scalp-numbing sound of tearing metal erupted from the windows. Not just one, but all of them. Disproportionately thick, slime-slicked tentacles forced their way through the frames like giant pythons emerging from the earth. The reinforced glass buckled under the brute force before shattering into a billion crystals that sprayed across the interior.
Then, as if driven by a singular, malicious will, the tentacles wrapped around the pillars and doors, muscles bulging as they pulled outward.
RIIIP—!!!
With a deafening roar, the steel carriage was shredded like a soda can. The roof was peeled away, and a violent gale of tunnel dust swirled into the cabin. Then, the G5 form of William Birkin—a mountain of sentient sludge—squeezed through the opening.
The monster had lost every trace of humanity. It was a writhing, proliferating mass of necrotic flesh. The tooth-filled maw that once sat in its chest had fused with its jaw, forming a bottomless cavity that occupied half the carriage. Sharp bone spikes pulsed around the opening, and corrosive, foul-smelling saliva hissed as it hit the floor.
It wasn't a mouth. It was the entrance to hell. Deep within that dark, wet cavity, a massive, bloodshot eyeball rolled, locking onto the three survivors.
"The train's going to blow!" Claire shouted over the roar of the wind. Her voice was sharp with terror, but her logic was diamond-hard. "That thing is part of the train now! Fighting it here is a waste of time!"
She looked from the intercom to the encroaching mountain of meat. "We have to stop the train and get off! Let the self-destruct sequence handle the rest!"
Leon nodded. Staying meant certain death. "Go!"
He grabbed Claire's arm and shielded Sherry with his body. They turned and sprinted toward the front of the train, toward the driver's cab. But fate had one more cruel joke to play.
The heavy electronic lock on the cab door was glowing a solid, defiant red. LOCKDOWN.
"Dammit!" Leon punched the door, the sound of fist on iron flat and hollow. He drew his Samurai Edge and emptied the magazine into the lock. Sparks flew, but the reinforced mechanism didn't budge.
Behind them, the G5 continued its slow, pulsing approach. The sound of its movement felt like a heavy foot pressing directly onto their hearts. Leon looked up and saw an emergency maintenance hatch. He lunged for it, trying to pull himself up, but the train was at full speed. The moment he poked his head out, the wind pressure hit him like an invisible wall, nearly snapping his neck and forcing him back down.
Despair began to wash over them. The monster had already filled half the car, its stench thick enough to choke on.
"In here!"
Sherry's small, urgent voice cut through the panic. They turned to see the girl pointing at a ventilation duct in the corner—a metal grate barely half a meter wide. Before they could react, Sherry had gripped the edge with her small hands and torn the screen off with a frantic clang.
Then, she dove into the dark duct.
"Sherry! No!" Claire screamed, reaching out to grab her, but the girl was already gone.
"We just need to stop the train, right?" Sherry's voice echoed back, tearful but resolute. "Leave it to me!"
The child's courage hit them like a physical blow. Leon looked at Claire, his blue eyes hardening into a look of decisive ruthlessness. He racked his shotgun.
"Come on, Claire!" he rasped. "Let's buy her some time!"
Claire didn't hesitate. She raised her MP5 and stood shoulder-to-shoulder with Leon, facing the encroaching wall of flesh.
BOOM!
The shotgun roar made their ears ring. Buckshot slammed into the G5's maw, vaporizing a chunk of putrid meat.
Rat-tat-tat!
Claire's MP5 added a whip of fire to the storm, the 9mm rounds shredding the surface tissue. It was like throwing pebbles at a landslide, but they didn't stop. They were two reefs standing against a storm of sludge, pouring everything they had into the monster to delay its progress by even a single second.
Inside the duct, it was pitch black. Sherry crawled with everything she had, the cold metal scraping her elbows and knees until they bled. Behind her, the thunder of gunfire and the monster's roars were a terrifying soundtrack.
Faster. Just a little faster.
A sliver of light appeared. She squeezed through the final grate and fell heavily onto the floor of the driver's cab. She scrambled up, staring at the forest of gauges and levers. She was so anxious she was on the verge of tears.
"Claire! I don't know what to press!" she screamed into the duct.
"Look for a big one!" Claire's voice came back faintly over the gunshots. "A red button! It should say EMERGENCY!"
Sherry's eyes scanned the console. There, on the side wall—a massive, mushroom-shaped red button. EMERGENCY BRAKE.
Sherry climbed onto the seat, balled her hand into a tiny fist, and slammed it down.
VREEE—!
A piercing alarm shrieked. Then came the sound of dying metal as the brakes locked. Inertia threw Leon and Claire violently to the floor. Even the massive G5 was thrown off balance, its enormous weight slamming into the carriage wall with a dull thud.
The train skidded for hundreds of meters, sparks showering the tunnel, before finally shuddering to a halt. The door locks disengaged automatically.
Leon and Claire scrambled up and rushed for the exit. "Sherry!"
The cab door flew open, and Sherry poked her head out. "Get down here, quick!"
They didn't waste a heartbeat. They jumped from the ruined train onto the cold gravel and sprinted toward the tunnel exit without looking back. Behind them, the G5 let out a roar of ultimate fury. It realized it had been outplayed.
Disgusting flesh surged out of the final car like a tide, consuming the middle carriages, then the front. Within seconds, the entire train was a deformed behemoth made of steel and writhing meat, sprawling across the tracks.
"Faster!" Leon scooped Sherry up and, together with Claire, used the final embers of their strength to burst out of the dark tunnel.
The light at the exit was blinding. They dove behind a rocky hillside, far from the tunnel mouth.
One second. Two seconds.
BOOM—!!!!
A violent explosion erupted from the heart of the tunnel, the earth trembling under the force. A massive fireball erupted from the entrance, a searing shockwave of flame and burning train fragments fanning outward. The heat wave was enough to make their skin sting even from a hundred meters away.
Claire, Sherry, and Leon slumped on the ground, gasping, staring at the pillar of thick black smoke rising into the morning sky.
It was over.
Leon looked at Sherry, who was gasping for air in his arms. He reached out and ruffled her hair, a genuine smile breaking through the grime. "You did great, Sherry."
Sherry looked up, her face smeared with smoke, and broke into a proud smile. "I saw it on TV. It was easy."
Claire reached out and gently stroked the girl's head, her eyes finally holding a trace of warmth. She stood up, brushing the dust from her clothes, and looked toward the distant city lights.
"Let's go," she said, her voice carrying the peace of a survivor. "Let's go home. And then..."
Leon stood beside her, finishing the thought. "And then, we find Umbrella. And we settle the score. With interest."
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