The train roars through the last stretch of track, seconds after the facility explodes in a fiery shockwave behind you. You’re slumped against the cold metal wall, catching your breath as red warning lights fade and the world finally begins to fall silent.

Leon collapses onto the bench across from you, bloodied but breathing. Claire cradles Sherry, who rests her head sleepily on Claire’s shoulder, finally out of danger.

You glance at Leon, his face illuminated by flickering emergency lights.

He gives a dry, exhausted laugh. “We made it.”

The adrenaline begins to drain from your body, and in its place creeps in everything you’ve been pushing back: the faces you couldn’t save, the things you had to do, the sound of infected claws on concrete. You shut your eyes, but it’s all still there.

Leon notices. Of course he does. “Hey,” he says gently, moving beside you. “It’s over.”

“We're still here,” Claire says firmly, joining the conversation with a tired yet determined smile. “That’s something.”

The train finally slows, emerging into daylight for the first time in what feels like forever. The ground outside is quiet. The smoke of Raccoon City still clouds the horizon behind you, but that's exactly what it is now. Behind you.

Sherry sits up, rubbing her eyes. “Where do we go now?” She looks between you, Leon and Claire, searching for guidance, for support.

No one answers right away. Then Leon speaks.

“Anywhere but back.”

He looks at you and smiles. It's small and tired but real.

“We survived this. Whatever is next... we face it together.”