Migration Plans II

"The food will probably last another two days, but with so many people crammed together, sanitation is also becoming a problem. And after staying underground for so long, everyone's getting irritable. When exactly is that person you mentioned coming?"

Claire asked irritably. With all sorts of problems piling up, her mood had been affected as well.

"I don't know either." Alice fell silent for a moment before looking up. "But I don't think they're deceiving us. After all, there's nothing for them to gain by lying to us."

Alice's words left the two of them silent. Looking at the dark mass of survivors, who were in even worse condition than refugees, they lowered their heads bitterly.

"I hope you're right!"

After saying that, Claire left. Carlos glanced at the dejected Alice and comforted her. "Don't take her words to heart. You've already done more than enough by finding humanity a way to survive in this hopeless world."

"Thank you, Carlos."

"I should be the one saying that to you."

The two smiled at each other and began talking about other things.

The survivor rescue operation had more or less come to an end, and with nothing to do, she truly did not know what to do with herself for the moment.

After all, she had grown accustomed to relocating and fighting. Now that things had suddenly settled down, she found it a little hard to adapt.

Raccoon City, the place where it had all begun and ended.

Even though a nuclear bomb had once exploded overhead, it had not affected the underground base in the slightest.

Wesker was currently inside the Hive Base, frowning as he listened to the artificial intelligence Red Queen's report.

All the survivors under their surveillance had vanished without cause. By now, they could not