Resident Evil: Apocalypse Page #2

This way.

This is Olivera. We've been overrun.

Request immediate chopper evac.

We need to find somewhere

to stop for a moment.

I don't think that's a good idea.

There might be more of those

things.

If there were more,

we'd have seen them by now.

- You know what they are?

- They're bio-weapons

from Umbrella labs

beneath the city.

How come you know so much

about Umbrella?

I used to work for them.

Damn it.

Hold it.

What do you think you're doing?

He's wounded.

The infection's spreading.

I'm fine.

You should take care of him now.

It'll be more difficult later.

You know that.

No.

If it comes to that

I'll take care of it myself.

As you wish.

It's nothing personal.

But in an hour, maybe two

you'll be dead.

And moments later,

you'll become one of them.

You'll endanger your friends,

try to kill them

probably succeed.

I'm sorry. That's just the way it is.

Help me!

There's too many of them.

Let's get out of here.

This way!

Sir, T-virus infection

has reached critical levels.

This is a perfect opportunity.

Ensure all data streams

are recorded.

Activate Nemesis Program now.

- Hey!

- Here! We're down here!

- Hey!

- Come! We're here!

- Where are they going?

- They're landing there. Let's get Yuri!

- Come on, Yuri. We're getting out.

- We'll get you fixed up. Come.

Hold on, Yuri. We're almost there.

No. No! Don't leave!

- Down here! We're coming!

- They dropped something.

Maybe a radio. One that works.

Take Yuri.

Hold on, Yuri.

Nicholai, put me down.

Okay, rest here.

What is this?

Looks like weapon cases.

We don't need weapons.

We need evacuation!

These weren't meant for us.

Yuri!

Plenty to go around.

Don't shoot!

I got the power.

Thank you! Owe you one, man.

Sh*t!

Maybe I was safer outside.

Get them guns out of my damn face.

Motherf***er, please. Look

my sh*t is custom.

What the f*** is that?

Sh*t!

You're going down,

you son of a b*tch!

F***.

Deploy defensive formation.

Take him down.

You f***ers is crazy. Look at that guy,

got a rocket launcher.

- What do we have?

- A dozen armed men. Well organized.

- I'm surprised there's anyone left.

- They're S.T.A.R.S.

Special Tactics and Rescue Squad.

They're the best.

Fire!

Back! Fall back!

- Let's see how good they really are.

- Altering protocols.

S.T.A.R.S.

Oh, sh*t.

Respect.

Those were some pretty slick moves

back there.

I'm good

but I'm not that good.

- You should be thankful for that.

- What do you mean?

They did something to me.

I barely feel human anymore.

We should keep moving.

Before the sound attracts anything.

Keep moving.

- Hello?

- God, I thought you'd never answer.

- Who is this?

- I can get you out of the city.

All four of you.

But first we have

to come to an arrangement.

Are you ready to make a deal?

- Do we have a choice?

- Not if you want to live past tonight, no.

His name is Dr. Ashford and he

Runs the genetics and viral research

divisin of Umbrella Corporation.

What's he want with us?

His daughter, Angela,

is trapped in the city.

Umbrella was to evac her,

but she didn't make it.

She's hiding out in her school.

We find her, he'll help us escape

the perimeter.

No f***ing deal.

We find the building with

the thickest walls and doors

and we barricade ourselves in.

Sit tight, wait for help.

There won't be any help.

Umbrella knows

they can't contain the infection.

So at sunrise this morning, Raccoon

City will be completely sanitized.

What do you mean by "sanitized"?

A precisin tactical nuclear device.

- What yield?

- Five kilotons.

- F*** me.

- Stupid.

- What does that mean?

- It means it'll destroy the infection

and all evidence of it.

It's bullshit. It's bullshit!

No f***ing way would they

get away with that!

- It would be all over the f***ing news!

- Cover-up.

Cover-up's already prepared.

A meltdown

at the nuclear power plant.

- A tragic accident.

- Not even Umbrella is capable of this.

Not capable?

Peyton, you were there at the bridge.

You know exactly how far

Umbrella will go.

So, what do we do now, huh?

I think we should be out of here

by sunrise.

What if there is no way out and he's

watching us on these cameras

like this is some kind

of sick game?

- What is it?

- What's going on?

- Wait.

- Sunrise ain't gonna wait.

No.

- There's something down there.

- Where?

There.

I don't see anything.

That doesn't alter the fact that

there is something down there.

I'm getting sick of this bullshit!

Peyton!

No!

He's located another two

S.T.A.R.S. Members.

Nemesis.

Run. Just go!

Primary target is identified.

Gentlemen, this is what

we've been waiting for.

Confirm at 2:
18 and 27 seconds.

The Nemesis Program is now

fully activated.

Look, I'm

I'm sorry about your friend.

Let's just get to the school

and find this kid.

This bite

it won't stop bleeding.

- Why didn't they see us?

- What?

The chopper. We were right there

in the street in front of the hospital.

- How could they not see us?

- They saw us.

What do you mean?

We're assets, Nicholai.

Expendable assets.

And we've just been expended.

Stop!

I'm not one of those things.

Hey, remember me? Look, I haven't

been bitten or anything. Look.

Climb aboard.

Lloyd Jefferson Wade.

You can call me L.J. On account

of the informal situation.

We're gonna have to split up

to search this place.

Forget it. Forget it! I'm not going

out there by myself.

I can go with you.

You, take the first floor.

You, take the second.

I'll take the basement.

- I've never shot a gun before.

- There's nothing to it.

Try to hit them in the head.

I see you, mother

Oh, sh*t!

So did you get the call as well?

- What?

- You're here for the girl?

Oh, yeah, yeah. The girl.

Dr. Ashford didn't say he made a deal

with someone else.

I guess we're partners.

Sh*t.

Angela?

It's gonna be okay.

There's no need to be afraid.

We're gonna take you home.

Oh, my God.

Help me!

Terri?

You can't help her.

Not now.

I've seen what they do.

- Are you Angela?

- Yes.

We should hurry

before they come back.

Hold this.

Angela Ashford, huh?

That's a pretty grown-up name

for a little girl.

I'm not a little girl.

Besides

all my friends call me Angie.

- Angie, huh?

I like that.

Those things are in here.

It's okay, honey. They're slow.

We can run around them.

No.

Not them.

Them.

Get back.

Stay.

Thought you might need a hand.

- You work for Umbrella?

- Used to.

Until they left us for dead in this place.

Now I consider myself freelance.

Sergeant Nicholai Genovev,

at your service.

- Come on!

- Wait! Angie!

Save the girl! I've got this b*tch.

Oh, sh*t.

From now on, stay right beside me.

It's blocked.

What do we do now?

Wait here. Eyes:

Okay?

Thank you.

You two know each other?

She's infected.

She's infected on a massive level.

- How can you know that?

- Because she is too.

You're infected? When were

you gonna tell us that?

- Let me see.

- No.

You know I'm not gonna hurt you.

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