Resident Evil: Extinction

Take a sample of her blood...

-...and then get rid of that. -Yes, sir.

The Umbrella Corporation thought they'd contained the infection.

Well, they were wrong.

Raccoon City was just the beginning.

Within weeks, the T-virus had consumed the United States.

Within months, the world.

The virus didn't just wipe out human life.

Lakes and rivers dried up, forests became deserts...

...and whole continents were reduced to...

...nothing more than barren wastelands.

Slowly but surely, the Earth began to wither and die.

What few survivors there were learned to keep on the move.

We avoided major cities.

If we stopped anyplace too long, they would be drawn to us.

Only a few at first, but then more and more.

A never-ending army of undead.

For those of us left...

...staying on the road...

...seemed the only way to stay alive.

This is KLKB. We have seven people here...

...in need of urgent medical attention.

We need help. This is KLKB. Can anyone hear us?

Can anyone help us? Please?

My baby.

Please.

Please help my baby.

You bitch.

You dropped my baby.

"We're surrounded. We need help. Can anyone hear us?

-Can anyone help us? Please." -Works every time, Mama.

Let's see...

-...what else she's packing. -Yeah.

What you got down there, fishy?

I wouldn't do that.

Shut your mouth!

-Relax! -Just show the bitch.

Eddie! Eddie! Eddie!

Jesus Christ! He's dead!

Think you're pretty smart, huh?

Well, you'll see.

There you go, bitch. I wouldn't want it to be over too fast!

Open the cage!

Let them loose.

Get up now!

That was a juicy one, huh?

Hey, Carlos, this is Claire.

-You got any smokes? -No.

Like I'm supposed to believe that.

Claire, would I lie to you?

-L.J. -Claire Redfield, how can I help you?

-Got any smokes? -No can do.

How about alternate?

Sorry to say we're out of that too.

You gotta be shitting me. Otto?

Sorry, campers. Smoked the last of it back in Salt Lake.

Damn.

-Yeah, people... -Damn it.

...it really is the end of the world.

-Anyone else? -Paris facility.

Food supplies down to 50 percent.

Six casualties. Biohazard numbers increasing.

London facility.

Food supplies down to 28 percent. Seventeen casualties.

Biohazard numbers increasing.

Gentlemen.

Dr. Isaacs.

How good of the science division to join us.

Chairman Wesker. I've been busy.

On the subject of the biohazard, what is the science division's report?

Well, we now know conclusively that they have no real need for sustenance.

They hunger for flesh but do not require it.

My research indicates they could remain active for decades.

We're to be trapped underground for decades?

What news of Project Alice?

Using antibodies from her blood...

...I will develop a serum that will not just combat the effects of the T-virus...

...but potentially reverse it...

...giving back these creatures a measure of their intelligence...

...their memories, thus curbing their hunger for flesh.

You're confident you can domesticate them?

They're animals, essentially.

We can train them, if we can take away their baser instincts.

They'll never be human...

...but would provide the basis for a docile workforce.

We can return to the surface.

After months of experiments, you have nothing to show.

-We are left to rot underground. -Without the original Project Alice...

...progress has been difficult.

I've been forced to replicate her using cloned genetic models.

It's laborious. The results, unpredictable.

Project Alice and the subject of domestication is of the highest priority.

You will concentrate on this to the exclusion of all other research.

We expect an updated report in a week.

Simply demanding results will not guarantee them.

Then perhaps we should place someone else in charge.

Someone who can give us the reassurances we require.

Continue with your research, doctor...

...while it still is your research.

This meeting is adjourned.

Sorry about this, Stevie.

This is Claire Redfield's convoy, broadcasting for any survivors.

Is anybody out there?

Broadcasting for any survivors. ls anybody out there?

This is Claire Redfield's convoy, broadcasting for any survivors.

Is anybody out there?

This is Claire Redfield's convoy. Location, the Desert Trail Motel.

Broadcasting for any survivors. ls there anybody in there?

Broadcasting for any survivors. ls there anybody in there?

Keep trying, Mikey.

Is there anyone alive in there?

Please respond.

-Seems quiet. -Yeah, don't they always?

Is there anyone alive in there? Please respond.

Claire. Looks clear. Shall we go in?

It's your call, boys.

-Come on. Let's go. -Let's do it.

I'm gonna get me a room.

I'll take a waterbed, a Jacuzzi...

...and I'm gonna rent me a porno.

What happened? You two okay?

Yeah. It's all clear.

Somebody need my help?

It's nothing. But if you insist...

That's right. So sit back and relax.

Spread out. Look for anything of use. Gas, food, ammo. You know the drill.

You like playing rough, huh?

-Oh, I've had worse. -I'm sure.

But you've always been gentle with me, Betty.

Oh, God. I'm leaving.

So, what do we say, dinner at my place tonight?

Oh, I'm there.

Hey, Betty! Over here!

This is amazing. He knows what it is.

Camera.

You try.

Stand your ground.

-My God. -Unbelievable.

He has memory and reasoning skills.

This is incredible. The serum works. You've domesticated them.

You've done it. Congratulations.

No, doctor! Please. No!

No, no, doctor. Please, no!

Pork and beans. I'll get some peaches for the little one there.

There you go.

-It's asparagus. -Thanks.

For you...

...cat food.

Just kidding. It's pork and beans.

-Hey. -What's this, huh?

-Soup. Cream of mushroom. -Bullshit.

-I think that's pork and beans too. -Thanks, man.

-I'll be damned. -Asparagus.

-How do you do that? -Just one of my skills.

It's a dying art, unfortunately.

This is the last of it.

-I think it's some kind of fruit. -Thanks, Otto.

Sorry, that's all we have.

Fruit. You want some fruit?

Fruit. You want some fruit?

-Did you check out the gas station? -Yep, it's bone-dry.

Well, how we looking here?

Well, Claire, if we can run these trucks on rust...

...we're looking pretty good.

All right.

Hey, sweetheart.

Perimeter up yet?

It's almost done.

-Who's out there? -Olivera.

-Hey, Carlos. -Claire.

Ali that smoking is slowing you down. Get your ass in gear, old man.

I want my perimeter up.

Last sentinel in place.

Perimeter's up and running. All motion sensors online.

Cameras 100 percent.

Refried beans. Fruit salad.

Oh, my favorite.

Storm's coming!

Let's start packing it up and move it inside.

-Come on, kids, let's go! -Hurry up!

Get back in the bus. Put this fire out.

This is Claire Redfield's convoy. Location, the Desert Trail Motel.

Lat. 35, long. 114. Calling any survivors.

This is Claire Redfield's convoy. Location, the Desert Trail Motel.

Lat. 35, long. 114. Calling any survivors.

Activate Number 87.

Shit.

-Dr. Isaacs. -What is it?

My sensors have detected a peak in psionic activity.

Both alpha and beta wave.

From Number 87?

No, the activity's not from one of the clones.

It occurred outside the complex.

-That's not possible. -My sensors were quite clear.

Massive psionic activity was detected 15 minutes ago...

...centered on a desert location.

-Claire! -What?

What the hell?

Oh, God.

-Carlos. -I see them.