Resident Evil: Apocalypse Page #2

I'm sorry, truly.

But the city is sealed.

She may have survived the crash,

but we couldn't find her anywhere.

Even if she were still alive,

I couldn't let her out.

The risk of infection is too great.

You must understand.

You do what you have to do.

I'm staying.

There has to be someone left alive.

Come on.

- Matt!

- Take her to the Raccoon City facility.

I want her quarantined.

Close observation.

Prepare her for exposure.

Up the dosage.

Just do it.

Inside.

Let's get under cover.

You have to get out.

This is my place. I'm hiding here.

- It's big enough for all of us.

- Don't tell me

Okay, just cool it. Put the gun down.

Put the gun down.

And, you, take it easy.

So does the Raccoon City

Police Department

have any comment

on what those things are?

What's that you got there?

My Emmy.

That's if any of us make it out.

Are you all right?

What are you doing?

What's wrong?

It's my sister. She's not well.

- Maybe I can help.

- No.

Out of my way.

Just get out.

You're feeding her? You're sick.

Just leave us alone.

No!

- I'm getting out of here.

- Hey.

Hey! Hey, no!

Oh, my God!

Hey, help us! Come on!

Get it in there!

What the hell was that?

There!

Jesus.

- What the f*** is that thing?

- What are you doing?

Get back here.

Peyton.

Terri.

Peyton.

I know.

I count three of them.

They got us boxed in.

What are we gonna do?

Let's go.

Jesus.

We're gonna need

more ammo. I'm out.

Sh*t. I'm out.

Move.

Who the f*** are you?

GTA, motherf***er!

Oh, yeah!

Ten points!

Yuri. You okay?

Bite this.

- You okay?

- Yeah. Yeah.

Pull back!

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.

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