In Resident Evil with System

The group barely had time to recover after defeating Nemesis. Survivors huddled in the evac zone, fear etched into their faces despite the brief reprieve. Carlos was busy coordinating with Tyrell to secure transport, while Jill kept a watchful eye on the remaining UBCS soldiers. Azizah leaned against a shattered column, her Widow's Bite gauntlets deactivated but ready, scanning the room for any sign of further threats.

"Good work out there," Leon said quietly, stepping beside her. "I don't know how we're still standing."

Azizah managed a small smile, but her attention was already elsewhere. Her enhanced senses picked up faint footsteps—too calculated and deliberate to be zombies—coming from the opposite hallway. The tension in her shoulders returned as she activated her gauntlets again. "We're not alone."

Jill and Carlos looked up, their weapons instinctively raised. The sound of boots on the bloodied hospital floor grew louder, followed by a voice that sent a chill through the air.

"Stand down. We're not here to kill you. Yet."

From the shadows emerged a squad clad in black tactical gear, their movements sharp and synchronized. The red Umbrella logo on their shoulders was unmistakable, and their leader, wearing a gas mask with piercing red lenses, stepped forward with an air of quiet menace.

"HUNK," Jill muttered under her breath. Her grip on her pistol tightened as she glared at the man known as the Grim Reaper.

Azizah narrowed her eyes. Even without her knowledge of the Resident Evil universe, the aura radiating from HUNK was enough to set off alarms in her head. This wasn't a man to be taken lightly.

"Alpha Team," HUNK introduced curtly, his voice distorted through the mask. "We're here for an extraction. You're in the way."

"Extraction?" Carlos asked, stepping forward, his rifle raised but not aimed. "Since when does Umbrella extract survivors?"

HUNK's gaze flicked to Carlos, his body language betraying no emotion. "We're not here for civilians. Our mission is classified."

"Convenient," Jill said, her voice laced with sarcasm. "Let me guess—you're cleaning up Umbrella's mess while pretending to save the day."

HUNK tilted his head slightly, as though amused. "We clean up what we're ordered to. Whether you get in the way is up to you."

Azizah felt the tension in the room rise as HUNK's team spread out, their movements precise and unnervingly calm. These weren't like Carlos or Tyrell; these soldiers were killers, trained to operate in the shadows. She stepped forward, her gauntlets sparking faintly as she positioned herself between HUNK and her team.

"If you're here for something specific, just say it," Azizah said, her voice steady. "We're not interested in being collateral damage."

HUNK regarded her for a long moment before speaking. "What I'm here for isn't your concern. But since you're so eager to play hero, I'll give you a choice. Stay out of our way, or end up like the others."

Carlos bristled, his anger bubbling to the surface. "You think you can just walk in here and threaten us? After everything Umbrella's done—"

"Enough," Tyrell interrupted, placing a hand on Carlos's shoulder. His gaze was locked on HUNK, his voice low and careful. "We're not looking for a fight. Not here."

Azizah watched the exchange, noting the flicker of unease in Tyrell's expression. He recognized the Alpha Team's power, and it was clear that even UBCS soldiers feared HUNK.

"Smart man," HUNK said. He turned to his team, motioning toward the hallway. "We're moving. The clock is ticking."

As the Alpha Team began to advance, Jill stepped forward, blocking their path. "We've got survivors here. If you're planning something that puts them in danger—"

"Then I suggest you get them out of here," HUNK interrupted coldly. His voice carried an edge that made even Jill hesitate. "You have no idea what's coming."

Azizah's instincts screamed that he was telling the truth. She stepped closer to Jill, lowering her voice. "Let them go. Whatever they're after, we can't stop them. Not here."

Jill's jaw tightened, but she nodded reluctantly. She stepped aside, and HUNK's team moved past without a word. One of the operatives—a woman with a sniper rifle slung across her back—paused to glance at Azizah. There was no malice in her gaze, only a faint curiosity, before she followed the rest of her squad.

The room fell into a heavy silence after the Alpha Team disappeared down the corridor. Leon was the first to break it. "Who the hell was that?"

"HUNK," Carlos said, his voice bitter. "Umbrella's golden boy. If he's here, it means they're after something big."

"Something big and dangerous," Azizah added. She turned to Tyrell. "Do you know what they're after?"

Tyrell hesitated, his gaze shifting between Carlos and the rest of the group. Finally, he sighed. "If I had to guess? Data. Samples. Anything that could tie Umbrella to this mess—or make it worse."

Jill let out a frustrated breath. "Great. So they're covering their tracks while we're trying to save lives."

Azizah crossed her arms, her mind racing. "Whatever they're doing, it's not going to end well for anyone left in this city."

Carlos nodded grimly. "Which means we need to get these people out of here, fast."

As the group moved to prepare the survivors for evacuation, Azizah couldn't shake the feeling of unease. HUNK's presence wasn't just a complication—it was a sign that the stakes had risen exponentially. If the Alpha Team was involved, it meant Umbrella wasn't just cleaning up. They were consolidating power, ensuring that whatever horrors they unleashed remained under their control.

Leon approached her, his voice low. "You think we'll run into them again?"

Azizah glanced down the corridor where HUNK had disappeared. "If we do, we'd better be ready. People like that don't leave loose ends."

As they loaded the survivors onto the transport vehicles, Jill stood beside her, her gaze distant. "Do you think we made the right call, letting them go?"

Azizah looked at the frightened faces of the civilians, the weight of her choices pressing down on her. "We didn't have a choice. But if HUNK's right, then we're running out of time."

Jill nodded, her expression hardening. "Then we'd better make it count."

As the convoy rolled out, leaving the hospital and its horrors behind, Azizah couldn't shake the feeling that their paths would cross with HUNK again. And when they did, it would be a battle not just for survival, but for the truth buried in the shadows of Raccoon City.

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To Be Continued…