Resident Evil: Extinction Page #3

Years of practice.

Oh, my God.

What happened to it?

The desert must have taken it back.

Five years.

No one to keep the sand back.

It's empty.

No undead.

Nothing.

Those birds must have moved

through the city block by block.

Picked it clean.

I don't see any truck stops.

Where are they?

There.

Valet parking at the casino

up ahead.

There's gas pumps in there.

Now, how do you know that?

I dropped two G's

back in the day here.

You lost $2000?

Damn it.

Spread them out!

We're gonna have to move it.

All right, Chase, I need a lookout!

Up there.

Great.

Climb the Eiffel Tower

with a high-powered rifle.

A few years ago,

that would've caused a stir.

Well, let the good times roll.

Let's get this done.

Get the hell out of here.

Mikey, get the winch.

-Yeah.

-Carlos.

Wait.

Get back!

-Carlos, cover me!

-Go!

Move!

Just get to the back and stay quiet.

Go! Now! Go!

Get down!

She really is magnificent.

When she's dead,

make sure you move in fast.

I need a sample of her blood

while it's still warm.

That won't be a problem.

-Satellite in position?

-Yes, sir.

Then shut her down.

Mikey!

Hey!

Mikey!

No!

No!

She's fighting the conditioning.

Boost the control signal.

Sh*t!

Climb! Give me your hand!

Run! Go!

Go! Run!

Let's go!

L.J.!

L.J.

What is it?

Satellite. Some kind of malfunction.

How long?

New feed coming online

in 1 5 seconds.

Online in three, two....

Now.

Where the hell is she going?

Shut her down!

She's still coming!

-Now!

-Oh, sh*t.

You son of a--

Back to base!

The anti-virus!

Get me the anti-virus!

Why didn't you shoot?

Because we're not driving to Alaska.

I want that helicopter intact.

Let's go look at the computer,

see where that chopper's headed.

-How is he?

-Under house arrest...

...as you instructed.

He's been quiet.

How much of this have you used?

Her blood increased

the creatures' power.

It also increased the strength

of the infection.

I needed it.

You have no idea

what this will do to you.

Oh, I have an idea.

You're out of control.

Well, this ends here.

Under executive order 1 345,

issued by Chairman Wesker...

...for gross misconduct in the field...

...I sentence you to

summary liquidation.

Liquidation?

Just die.

Take the body to the surface.

Bring me the stats on Program Alice--

Sir!

Good thing we like a challenge.

Hold on.

Hold on.

They have the anti-virus in there.

Just hold on.

It's too late, and you know it.

Besides, you need a way

to get in there.

And I have an idea.

-You keep them safe, huh?

-You got it.

Come here.

Carlos, l--

Save it.

You just promise me one thing.

When you get down there....

Consider it done.

Wish I had a smoke.

F***!

I'll be damned.

L.J., you sneaky son of a b*tch.

Oh, hell.

Come on.

Get the kids out quickly!

Go!

-Run! Run! Hurry up!

-Okay.

Go! Go! Go!

Take him!

You're not coming?

Take care of the others.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to startle you.

-I am the artificial intelligence--

-I know what you are.

I knew your sister.

She was a homicidal b*tch.

My sister computer was merely

following the most logical path...

...for the preservation of human life.

Yeah. Kill a few, save a lot.

So, what happened here?

Dr. Isaacs returned in an infected

state. He was bitten by a creature...

...that had been treated

with a newly developed serum.

A serum derived from your blood.

The resulting infection

has caused massive mutation.

My blood?

Your blood has bonded

with the T-virus.

Dr. Isaacs correctly deduced...

...that it could be used

to destroy the biohazard for good.

You mean my blood

is the cure for all this?

Correct.

So why are you helping me?

Your blood is pure,

and this facility contains...

...all of the equipment you will require

to synthesize a cure.

-You mean this could all end?

-Correct.

There is, however...

...a small problem.

I have him contained

in the lower levels...

...but I cannot hold him there

for much longer.

All right, let's go.

Alice?

Good luck.

You can't kill me.

I've told you...

...I can't die.

No.

For so long, I thought

you were the future.

I was wrong.

I am the future.

No.

You're just...

...another a**hole.

And we're both gonna die

down here.

Yeah, you're the future, all right.

All attempts to contact the North

American facility continue to fail.

How long have they been off the air?

Seventeen hours.

We must consider them lost.

But our plans remain unchanged.

All data will be transferred

to this facility...

...and the research will continue

under my personal supervision.

I expect results within one month.

You won't have to wait that long, boys.

Because I'm coming for you.

And...

...I'm gonna be bringing

a few of my friends.

You're just...

...another a**hole.

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