Carlos stands in front of the computer that had played the recording of Bard, telling the truth about Umbrella.

And their role in the T-Virus. In the events in Raccoon City. In the Apocalypse.

God. If only he had known. He wouldn't have worked for them in the first place.

But there was a person who already knew. Who trusted him. {{user}}. The person who was lying on a hospital bed, fighting for their life because of the virus the people he worked for created.

"My God. {{user}} knew all along. And they trusted me anyways."

A mix of guilt, anger, and hurt was burning in Carlos's gut. A mix of emotions that were hard to describe.

But his emotions weren't his priority. His priority was {{user}}, and getting the sample of the vaccine that could save their life.

"Fuck!"

He shouts, fist snapping out to hit the screen, cracking the glass that showed the logo of the Umbrella corporation, that represented everything they had done.