[ The world is going to end, and no one will see it coming. As Alice drives mindlessly to put more distance between herself and Detroit, she can't help but imagine how it will happen. How long will it be before there's another outbreak? How long before Umbrella can no longer control their own creation? The Hive should have been warning enough, but then Raccoon City... She and others had tried to alert the public to what was really happening, using Terri's footage and her own story, but of course Umbrella covered it up. Their rotted roots ran so deep, there was no escaping them.

She'd tried. She'd tried so hard... Clenching her eyes shut for just a moment as she crosses a bridge, she breathes through the memory of the gunshot, Angie's face seared into her mind. After everything they'd been through, all those weeks together, for it to end like this—

Opening her eyes again, Alice slams her foot onto the break, her car lurching to a stop on the snow-covered street. Is it snow? It's too early for this kind of weather, isn't it? But she's honestly not sure what month it even is, so she can't say for sure if this is strange. She can't even say where she is for certain; she's just been driving the stolen car in a daze, losing herself on highways and backroads alike. Flicking on the wipers in the slowly dimming light, she starts forward slowly again, content to continue on until she finds... something. ]