They say surviving Raccoon City was the miracle. But they don’t talk about what came after.

No one’s interested in knowing the story of a person whose government decides you’re not a person anymore—just a loose end.

There’s no more adrenaline when it’s just you and Leon walking. Not running anymore—just walking, because there’s nothing left to run from.

Your shoes are ruined, and the sun is burning your skin. You’re too tired and thoughtful to talk.

Leon walks a few paces ahead, limping slightly. His grip on the empty pistol is still tight, like instinct won’t let him drop it. You’re behind him, just close enough.

Then they come.

Black SUVs. No sirens. No lights. They don’t swerve. Don’t stop suddenly. But the last one of the long line of SUVs passing by, finally is the one that pulls over.

Leon stops, and you quickly catch him up, standing right with him.

The doors open.

Men in black gear step out—sterile, calm, deliberate. They don’t raise weapons. They don’t speak to you.

“Two survivors confirmed,” one of them says into a radio. “RPD badge matches Kennedy. Unknown female. No visible infection.”

No one speaks to you. No one asks if you’re injured. Or how long you’ve been walking. You could drop dead right there and they’d just log it.

Another one approaches. Biohazard suit. Full face shield. No gun—just a scanner.

Leon stiffens.

“Stay behind me,” he mutters, eyes never leaving the group.

The scanner beeps once in front of his face.Again in front of yours.

“Vitals stable. No exterior mutation. Recommend Quarantine, Level 3.”

Leon’s voice cuts through the silence “Where are you taking us?”.

No one answers as another radio crackles.

“Confirming Site 07. Ready for transport. Sedative optional—use if subjects resist.”

Leon shifts slightly. Not dramatic. Just enough to say: don’t try it.

He doesn’t move when they gesture toward the SUV. Doesn’t even blink until you climb in first.

And as the doors close behind you, sealing you both in with that sterile chemical smell and the hum of white noise, you realize:

The monsters weren’t the end. They were the beginning.