A/N: Here it is. The epilogue. The thing that will kill all your feels and make you go, "ALEXAAA, WHYYYYY." as in for the fact that I'm Andrella07's Apprentice of Evil. So here you go. I hope you enjoyed this story as much as I have, and now that this is done, RE Redemption is next. Any reviews are appreciated.

Epilogue: Set Fire to the Rain

Bodies had soon piled at Alice's feet like a hunter's prey was collected at the end of the evening hunt. She was relentless with the kills themselves, but ever so careful to make sure she didn't just gut Rain to pieces without seeing that it was her. Otherwise, the whole journey here would've been pointless, her mission a failure. After fighting through the horde that was near the park, she began heading for the hospital where the truck had last been. Her blades were covered in coagulated blood, and she stopped for a moment to wipe it off using the bottom of her filthy trench coat. More of the ragged undead came for her, and with swift strokes and stabs, they fell like dominoes; one by one, they hit the pavement, dead for good this time around.

For a while, Alice was beginning to lose hope that she would be able to find Rain, infected or otherwise dead for good. Glancing at the sky, she noted the slight blue shade had faded to grey, and thunder rolled in the distance. It was strange, going from the desert to the north where it still thundered, and felt like rain was bound to break down. How fitting, Alice thought to herself. She turned back through the nearby park after clearing out the area of the hospital. There wasn't anything missing, besides the truck that Alice had used to escape the town from. She trudged across the yellow and brown patches of grass, cutting between the same suburban houses that she and Rain had darted through to get to the truck in the first place.

With a sigh, she sat down against one of the wooden slat fences, hugging her knees to her chest, kukris on the ground beside her. She had done so much already, and yet, hadn't come across Rain's infected self. Maybe she had been eaten before the undead could realise she was one of them. Maybe she had been one of the few to completely decompose into nothing after the elements were through with her rotting body. Whatever the case, Alice felt a heavy weight still on her shoulders. Her mission to find Rain and put her to rest for good was heading for the steep slope of failure.

Hanging her head, she felt the first few wet drops of precipitation from the sky hit the back of her neck and hands. With the rain came the tears again. Remembering everything after her time spent alone left to think, her moments with Rain Ocampo never left her, not once. She would never forget her no matter how hard she tried to let it go. The look on her face when Alice had shoved her out of the truck, the look of broken trust, of broken feelings, emotions, everything…

Suddenly, Alice felt a hand grasp at her ankle, and her immediate reaction caused her to glance up sharply, kicking her foot as a crawling undead had grabbed her. When the thing fell back, she stood up, drawing her .45 to just shoot it. When she saw the face and the clothes it was wearing, she stopped, gun shaking in her hand. Rain.

Alice bit her lip as she fell to her knees, not caring if the infected version of her last love was trying to claw at her. What was more gruesome and mentally scarring was the fact that she had no lower legs left, entrails hanging from her side. The infected had gotten their chance before they knew she had turned, and now, she was left as half a corpse, still craving the taste of human flesh. Alice held Rain back by the collar of her deteriorated shirt that half covered the flesh that was barely there, a rotted brown in colour. She was far from she used to be, her face partially sloughed off. With a set jaw, Alice raised her gun, released the safety, and held it up to aim at Rain's temple. She only let out a disgruntled groan, trying to struggle against the blonde's strong grasp on her shirt collar.

"I'm sorry I couldn't save you," Alice whispered. Flashbacks of when they had nearly died in the Hive and Alice had to almost shoot her then were flashing before her eyes. She closed them briefly, and then took a breath to steady her hand. "I wish things didn't have to end this way. We could've survived this together, you and I. To think if you hadn't lived the first time, I don't think I would've really lived either."

In the distance, a strong gunshot rang, and another of the undead was put to rest by the hands of the living. The smell of burning flesh carried on the breeze as occasional drops fell from the clouds above. A lone figure sporting a duster coat with its flaps being blown back behind it, walked away from a small fire in the midst of a park, smoke filling the area. The figure did not once turn around, or look back, but instead kept moving forward one lengthy stride at a time as the water broke out of its hold in the sky, letting large drops of rain to fall to the arid earth, blending in with the figure's tears.

I set fire to the rain,

Watched it burn as I touched your face,

Let it burn while I cried,

'cause I heard it screaming out your name,

your name.