Point of View – Ada Wong
What the hell did I just witness?
I slowly slipped the phone Gérald had given me back into my pocket.The screen was still vibrating, capturing the footage — or at least a fragment of it. Because no camera could ever do justice to the sheer scale of what I had just seen.
I stood motionless for a moment, breath still short, eyes locked on the gaping chasm below, where dust and smoke still drifted like a veil.And then... he reappeared.
Gérald.Riding a giant bat — because of course he had another one in reserve — rising like something out of a post-apocalyptic movie where he played the role of some warlord-demon in a combat coat.
His shirt was torn, his chest streaked with reddish marks, dried blood coating his arms… and yet he flew like nothing had happened.No limp. No signs of pain. Just… that eerie calm. That presence he always carried.
And to think, I had hesitated to work with him.
I had known for a while he wasn't ordinary.You can feel men like that from miles away. His gaze. His voice. That unsettling confidence that feels too natural.But I never imagined he literally had monsters in his back pocket.
Vines sprouting from his back? Biological summons? A living subspace? Seriously, it was like Umbrella had merged with an urban legend.
A shiver ran down my spine. Not from fear. Not even disgust.No... just that thrill — that primal rush you get standing on the edge of a cliff.
He landed next to me, casting a glance in my direction.His eyes looked tired… not physically.It was something deeper — an ancient fatigue. A burden he'd carried alone for far too long.
"You alright, Gérald?" I asked, almost automatically.
He turned away, letting out a short sigh."Ada, it's over for now. Go find Wesker, clean up what's left of the castle."His voice was neutral, but firm. He was already looking out toward the sea, like the rest of the world no longer mattered."I'm going after my daughter. Finish securing the area, call the base to send in equipment. We'll need reinforcements. The Spanish have already been infiltrated, and once I'm done with Saddler, I expect retaliation."
He said nothing more. He wasn't asking for permission.
Then he leapt into the air — literally — launching toward another massive eagle that swooped down with pinpoint precision.One beat of its wings, and he was already soaring out across the waves, a dark silhouette etched against the moonlight.
Ridiculous.Ridiculous… and absolutely glorious.I couldn't help but smile.
A man who fights giant monsters barehanded.Commands armies of creatures.Disappears into the sky like he's shooting an action scene for a blockbuster movie…
I pulled out the phone again and looked at the video preview.Maybe I should cut a trailer… I thought with amusement.With a little editing, it'd make a great hook:"Gérald King. The beast you can't tame."
I let out a small laugh, shaking my head.
A mutant bat landed at the edge of the rooftop, as if it already understood it was my assigned mount.I didn't hesitate. I jumped.
Its talons wrapped around my arms and waist with surprising gentleness, and I was lifted into the air, heading toward the village.
Point of View – Gérald
I flew over the dark waters, carried by my Aquila, when I saw it.Neptune was cutting through the sea with near-calculated precision, his massive dorsal fin slicing the surface like a silent blade.He didn't seem to be hunting…He was guiding me.
I followed at a distance, letting my eyes drift across the moonlight dancing on the waves — until he came to a halt.There, in the distance, a rocky mass came into view — small, isolated… but far too structured to be just an ordinary islet.
Small, yes. But clearly transformed into an advanced military base.It radiated that cold, calculated atmosphere — the kind that only comes from places built in the shadows of unspoken plans.
From the air, the defenses looked almost laughable... almost.My eyes immediately picked out a dozen automated turrets hidden beneath rotating domes, primed to react to any aerial breach.Several infrared beams swept lazily across the horizon, equipped with thermal and motion sensors.
Well played, Saddler.Looks like you really don't want anyone leaving this place alive... or free.
I rose higher into the air, gaining distance, gliding for several kilometers. Thinking.If Lisa weren't here, I would've handled this with a call. A single order.A rain of missiles.An orbital strike or airdrop of Nemesis units.But I couldn't risk harming her.
I dismissed the Aquila with a snap of my fingers, returning it to the Factory, then dove toward the surface to rejoin Neptune.
"We're changing tactics, old friend. You lead the way."
Without a sound, the massive shark turned slowly, then opened his gaping maw.Without hesitation, I climbed between his jaws, letting myself be carried into the wet darkness of his throat.
The freezing water gripped me like a vice.Breathing controlled, I waited, focused.Minutes later, a subtle shift told me he'd slowed down.Then, slowly, he opened his mouth — and I slipped out, quietly, onto an isolated rocky ledge on the eastern side of the island.
No radar.No gunfire.No alarms.A blind spot.Perfect.
I recalled Neptune to the Factory, then looked up toward the sheer cliff face.A wall of raw stone, streaked with fissures and coated in lichen.
I climbed like a spider.My dorsal vines anchored into the rock, propelling me upward meter by meter, supported by my hands and reinforced feet.Then… I reached the summit.
And what I saw gave me a slight pang of fatigue at the task ahead.
The island was divided into several sectors, organized around a fortified central core.A structure resembling a prison — massive, rectangular, with scorched concrete walls and watchtowers at every corner.Each tower equipped with spotlights, automated machine guns, and sensors.
A medical building further out, oddly modern-looking amidst the military landscape.The only defining marker was a red cross logo on the wall.
A towering communications hub, over 80 meters tall, bristling with antennas, satellite dishes, and repeaters — likely linked to other installations across the country.
A set of ancient ruins, partially restored, clearly used as a cult center.Sect banners flapped lazily in the wind.Finally, several intermediate bases: barracks, training zones, ammunition depots, antenna fields, and drone hangars.All interconnected by a network of concrete roads, patrolled by heavily armed Ganados and creatures I couldn't even identify.
Lisa is here… somewhere within this military labyrinth disguised as a forgotten island.
I slid down the inner cliff face of the promontory, landing with near-inhuman lightness.In a second, I touched the island's surface — silent as a shadow.Then I went to work.
I placed my hand on the rocky ground.
"Your turn."
With a low rumble, the earth around me cracked.Three giant worms — pitch-black, armored with chitinous fangs and scale-plated jaws — erupted from the void, each maw ringed with rows of vibrating teeth.Without hesitation, they burrowed into the earth, shaking the ground with every movement.
The alarm sounded almost immediately.
A shrill scream tore through the night, broadcast through loudspeakers across the island.Red lights flashed across building walls.Drones began launching in a mechanical waltz of engines and LEDs.
Perfect.
I sprinted forward, my mutated body absorbing the terrain's fluctuations.Panicked soldiers fired wildly, their rounds uselessly hitting worms or vanishing into dust.
I leapt onto a wall, then a rooftop, moving like a ghost toward the communications tower.
A guard appeared in front of the entrance. I didn't slow down.Two fingers pressed to his throat in passing —He vanished into the Factory, instantly absorbed, joining my archived Ganados models.
Two more came with shotguns, but with a flick of my dorsal vines, their weapons were ripped from their hands —They too were dragged toward me and disappeared into the Factory.
I entered the tower without breaking stride.Screens blinked.Signals flowed in every direction — encrypted comms, satellite data, thermal feeds.It was a vital nervous system.And I was about to shut it down.
I raised my hand.
Two dozen mutant eels emerged in a wet, slithering hiss.They were long, translucent, covered in pulsing plant-like veins, and their ends were tipped with living roots shaped like articulated fingers.A monstrous creation — the result of my experiments with Plant 42.
They had lost their amphibious nature and could now absorb or discharge electricity through their new plant-based limbs.They hissed softly, then slithered toward the walls.Three coiled around a power column, their vegetal fibers threading directly into the conduits.An instant later, sparks burst into the air.
Four others slid into a server bay, their roots piercing the circuitry, draining energy and overloading components.Flames erupted in places, and the acrid stench of burning plastic filled the room.
The rest linked directly to the central communication node, injecting corrosive biological toxins into the system, triggering a massive short-circuit.
The monitors exploded one by one.Indicators blinked red, then went dark.A fleet of drones lost their signal mid-flight and crashed in a chaotic clatter of metal across the tarmac.
The fire began to spread, crawling along the cables, engulfing the consoles.The inside of the tower erupted in an infernal glow.I recalled the eels to the Factory as soon as their mission was complete.They trembled with toxic pleasure as they dissipated into a swirl of shadow and light.
"Clean."
I stepped toward the exit.An explosion rang out from the upper level.An antenna snapped loose and fell down the tower, crashing into the ground with a shower of sparks.
I leapt through a third-story window, vines extending to slow my descent and guide me along the façade.I landed with perfect grace about fifty meters from the building, just before a whole section of the tower collapsed behind me.
Behind me, the island's communications hub burned like a torch.A rain of red ash fell over the installations, and the sirens wailed louder than ever — like the screams of a wounded beast.
There. Now they were deaf and blind.
With a flick of my wrist, I unleashed twenty of my modified Eliminators.
Born from a hellish fusion of primate rage and laboratory precision, they burst from the Factory in a black flash.Roughly 1.6 meters tall when quadrupedal, their muscular bodies were cloaked in ink-black fur, glistening under the red alarm lights.Their phosphorescent, spectral green eyes seemed able to pierce the darkest shadows.
But their arms were what inspired true terror — long, hypertrophied, built for crushing.Their clawed hands were designed for ripping, tearing, mutilating.On their shoulders, clusters of scarred, reinforced tissue revealed injections, grafts, and growth stimulation points.These were not wild beasts.
They were living weapons.
I watched them scatter like unleashed shadows.Some scaled buildings.Others vaulted over walls and metallic structures with a grace that would make a hunter jealous.A Ganados scream echoed in the distance — quickly followed by a sickening squelch, like an overripe fruit being crushed.
I climbed a neighboring rock wall in parallel, my vines anchoring into the stone as my senses swept the area.One of the upper-level automated turrets was still active, its laser sight scanning slowly for targets.
No time for hide and seek.
A rumble echoed beside me — one of my Tyrants had appeared.Its massive hand rose and crushed the turret like a toy, twisting the reinforced metal with a sinister crunch.Problem solved.
From this vantage point, I scanned the island.There — slightly isolated behind a cluster of containers and concrete barricades — was the generator block.Most likely the power core of this installation.Next target.
I propelled myself forward in a single leap, muscles boosted by the virus, dashing at full speed, my steps muted by debris and corpses.
Suddenly, a panicked shout.A Ganados in military fatigues, wielding a heavy machine gun, turned — too late.
One of my Eliminators launched from the shadows like a black arrow, its fangs bared in a feral snarl.It landed cleanly on his shoulders, the weight alone enough to shatter his collarbones with a nauseating crack.
Before the soldier could even scream, the creature's claws sank into his skull, and with a fluid motion, tore the head clean from the body — the spine still attached like a freshly plucked fruit.
But that wasn't all.
The Plagas still dangling at the base of the severed spinal cord was instantly devoured —The Eliminator crunched it like a juicy bone, slicing it cleanly before it could activate any sort of defense mechanism.
The soldier was already nothing more than a nameless husk.Thick, black blood spread across the stone in grotesque patterns as the Eliminator growled with satisfaction… then vanished back into the shadows, hunting its next prey.
I finally reached the power block. The objective was in sight.The chaos unleashed by my creatures created the perfect cover — I was invisible in the madness.
Once inside the zone, I did exactly as I had at the comms tower —I released even more mutant eels and directed them to overload the entire electrical grid.
It's a shame it takes two hundred eels to cause this much damage —If I'd brought Zeus, it would've been over in seconds.But this would do.
I watched the lights and nearby electronics explode from the surge, plunging the island into darkness —A blackout that made the Ganados even more vulnerable to my creatures.
I pulled a pair of night vision goggles from my inventory and slipped them on, then began heading toward the hospital.On the way, I released fifty more Eliminators into the environment —An ideal battlefield for their stealth abilities.
(Author's Note: That's it for this week! Hope it wasn't too gory for you ^^ Go check out my YouTube channel, I'll try to post songs regularly.)
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