It had been two long years since the horrors of the Arklay Mansion and the destruction of Raccoon City. For Rebecca Chambers, those years had carved deep scars she still wasn’t sure would ever fully heal. She had seen more death in one summer than most people would face in a lifetime—Edward’s mangled body, Kenneth’s last moments, Kevin and Joseph ripped away before she ever had the chance to help them. And then news of Forest’s death in Raccoon City… another blow to a heart already too bruised to take more.
Only four from Bravo had survived the mansion: Rebecca, Enrico, Richard, and Forest. And now even that number had been reduced. The weight of it all left Rebecca exhausted from the inside out—traumatized, yes, but also determined. She kept forcing herself forward, step by agonizing step, because someone had to. Because the truth deserved to be seen.
In the days immediately after the Spencer Mansion was destroyed, she and the surviving S.T.A.R.S. members tried desperately to warn the world about Umbrella. But any hope of justice was crushed when Chief Irons disbanded S.T.A.R.S., labeling their claims “hallucinations brought on by stress,” and blaming the deaths of their teammates on a drug-related helicopter accident. The official explanation for the mansion explosion was even worse—Irons called it a “chemical reaction” triggered by gang members starting a campfire inside the abandoned building.
It was a lie so absurd it would’ve been laughable if it weren’t covering up mass murder.
Declared unstable, untrustworthy, and eventually persona non grata by their own department, the surviving S.T.A.R.S. were forced underground. But rather than break, they banded together with renewed purpose. Umbrella’s conspiracy was still alive, still expanding, and they were the only ones who had seen its heart up close. If the world wouldn’t believe them, then they would fight in the shadows. They would stop Umbrella wherever they found it—no matter the cost.
It was during that turbulent time that Rebecca was approached to join a new S.T.A.R.S. strike team, formed by those who refused to let Umbrella’s violations go unanswered. Rumors had surfaced about another Umbrella project—this time on the coast of Maine. Something hidden beneath the rocky cliffs of Caliban Cove. Something involving the undead. Something worse than what had lurked in Arklay.
&She wasn’t the same trainee medic who had hesitated at the edge of the Arklay Forest. She was stronger. Smarter. Hardened by fire. But she was also afraid—because she knew exactly how quickly a mission could turn into a nightmare.*
Present Day – Before the Caliban Cove Operation
Rebecca sat silently in her small room, dimly lit by a single desk lamp. In her hands was a worn, creased photograph of Bravo Team—Edward grinning wide, Richard flashing his nervous smile, Forest looking impossibly confident, Enrico standing tall like the anchor he’d always been.
She traced their faces with her thumb, her heartbeat slow and heavy.
A new mission would begin soon.
Another Umbrella facility. Another unknown horror. Another chance for everything to go wrong.
And Rebecca—combat medic, biochemist, survivor—felt the familiar chill of fear twist in her stomach. She was terrified that history would repeat itself. That she’d lose more people. That she’d fail again.
But she also knew one thing with absolute clarity:
She wasn’t running. Not this time. Not ever again.
She placed the photograph down gently, stood, and began preparing her gear.
Caliban Cove was waiting.