Raja popped back into the Main World at Chaos Villa, his Martian adventure still buzzing in his veins.
Craving some fun, he rounded up Max and Carelione—formerly the 2 Broke Girls, now flush with cash—and whisked them to Japan, where he'd bought a swanky hot spring hotel nestled in misty mountains.
Two days of nonstop sexual debauchery ensued, Raja unleashing his Incubus-level lust on the duo. He had them slip into porn-star costumes—naughty nurses, sultry schoolgirls—for wild role-playing sessions that left the hotel's walls vibrating. Moans, giggles, and the occasional "Oh, Raja!" echoed through the steam, Max and Carelione collapsing in blissful exhaustion. (Image)
MAYA: "Master, you've turned this hotel into a five-star orgy palace!"
Post-trip, Raja, recharged, decided it was time to conquer the Resident Evil universe, purge the T-virus, and give its ruined Earth a glow-up.
He soul-jumped into the world five years after Resident Evil: Apocalypse, landing in the desolate timeline of Resident Evil: Extinction.
The Umbrella Corporation's attempt to bury the Hive's T-virus leak—nuking Raccoon City—had failed spectacularly. The virus had spread globally, zombifying humans and animals alike, turning cities into ghost towns and wilderness into wastelands.
Elsewhere, Alice woke disoriented in a mansion, dodging lasers and a guillotine blade, only to be killed by a bounding mine. Her body, revealed as a clone, was tossed into a pit with dozens of Alice copies, the facility—a camouflaged shack above a vast underground lab—ringed by fences and thousands of zombies.
In Nevada, Dr. Alexander Isaacs, ex-head of Project Alice, obsessed over recapturing the real Alice, whose blood bonded with the T-virus without mutation. He pitched the Umbrella board—holograms from global facilities—that her blood could cure the virus and tame zombies.
Chairman Albert Wesker, cold as ice, ordered Isaacs to use clones for the cure, vetoing Alice's recapture until her location was confirmed.
Meanwhile, Raja, thanks to his chaotic butterfly effect, landed in Salt Lake City, Nevada, guessing Alice, Rain, and Jill were holed up in a high-tech bunker.
Raja swapped into a sleek black-and-gold dystopian outfit, blending into the apocalyptic vibe. (Image)
He unveiled a custom Elysium-made vintage bike, powered by a nuclear engine for all-terrain dominance, and loaded it with a backpack of military-grade nutrient paste, a sniper rifle, an assault rifle, and two Desert Eagles, all matching his aesthetic.
Activating his Chaos Watch, he scanned for satellite signals, radio pings, and nuclear bases, the watch humming like a tech god.
The bike's engine roared to life, tearing down a deserted highway as Raja hunted for survivors. Ping! An old woman's voice crackled through, begging for help from an abandoned hotel.
Raja rolled up to the hotel, its crumbling facade screaming ambush. Unfazed, he strode inside, Desert Eagles ready, and found a fat woman reaching out, "Help me!"
Her face twisted into an evil smirk as a gang of cannibals leaped from the shadows.
Raja, relaxed as if at a picnic, beat the living daylights out of them—punches, kicks, and a Telekinesis-fueled chair to the face.
"Rule No. 1: Never trust apocalypse randos," he quipped. Scanning with Telepathy, he sensed zombie dogs in the basement. With a devilish grin, he tossed the cannibals into the basement pit, unleashed the dogs, and strolled out to their screams, lobbing a grenade that turned the hotel into a fireball. "Room service, suckers."
Back on his bike, Raja cruised, Chaos Watch sniffing for survivor signals.
Elsewhere, Claire Redfield's convoy—Raccoon City vets Carlos Oliveira and LJ, plus newbies K-Mart, Mikey, Chase, Otto, Nurse Betty, and others—scoured the country for supplies.
At a motel, Carlos and LJ searched for loot, but LJ got bitten by a zombie, hiding the wound. That night, Claire's convoy camped near the motel, clearing it of undead and setting up motion cameras.
They bunked in their vehicles, broadcasting radio signals for survivors.
Raja, catching the signal, gunned his bike to cover the distance before dawn.
At sunrise, K-Mart jolted awake at a noise outside the convoy's camp. A crow's caw spooked her, and she dove back into the vehicle, slamming the door.
Claire, roused, radioed Carlos and the crew, "We've got trouble." Peering out, they saw their convoy surrounded by zombie crows, eyes glowing, ready to feast.
The group froze, holding their breath, terrified of triggering an attack. A girl, groggy, dropped a can, the clatter sending the crows into a frenzy. They swarmed, hammering the vehicles, claws scratching metal.
Raja, spotting the crow chaos from afar, floored his bike, speeding toward the fray.
The convoy tried to flee, but a school bus packed with kids got stuck in the sand. Crows battered it, trying to breach the windows, the children screaming.
Carlos, LJ, and Claire drove in circles, honking to distract the flock, but the crows swarmed them too, their situation dire.
Just as hope faded, a piercing whistle cut through the air, stunning humans and crows alike.
All eyes turned to a hooded figure in black, standing beside a vintage bike on a sand dune, radiating badassery.
The crows, enraged, dive-bombed him. Raja raised a hand, striking a Neo-from-The Matrix pose, and the crows froze midair, suspended by Telekinesis.(Image)
Channeling Kung Fu Panda, he spun, shaping the flock into a massive, writhing ball.(Image)
Raja strutted toward the convoy, hand raised, the zombie crow sphere floating above like a grotesque piñata.
Carlos, LJ, Claire, and K-Mart stumbled out, gaping at the Miracle Hooded Man who'd saved their asses.
Reaching them, Raja clenched his fist, crushing the crows into a bloody meatball and tossing it aside with a casual flick.
"Waste management, apocalypse style," he grinned.
The convoy, stunned but relieved, snapped to attention, raising guns at the stranger.
Raja pulled off his hood and shades, revealing a chiseled face and a cheeky smile. "What? No hug for your savior?"
Carlos and LJ, laughing with joy, rushed him, wrapping him in a bro-hug, their relief palpable.
To Be Continued…