Raja stood in the Red Queen's core room, cool as a cucumber, reloading his rifle and counting ammo like he was prepping for a grocery run, not a zombie apocalypse.
The sanitation team—Shade, Rain, JD, Kaplan, Alice, and Matt—gawked, jaws loose, wondering what kind of steel nerves powered this guy.
Alice clutched her Glock, Matt nursed his axe, and Rain's eyes darted, half-admiring, half-spooked.
The air was thick with tension, their stares boring into Raja like he was a puzzle with too many pieces.
MAYA: "Master, they're freaking out—you're too chill."
Raja sighed, slinging his rifle. "Yo, squad, what's with the gloomy vibes? Spill it."
Matt, shaking off his daze, stepped up, voice wobbly. "Ghost, who are you? Where you from? How'd you know about the infection? And—real talk—are you even human?"
The team leaned in, hungry for answers, Spencer twitching in the corner.
Raja grinned, spinning a yarn like a campfire bard. "Alright, fine—name's Raja, para-commando for RAW, India's spy crew. I gather intel, pull covert ops, and whisper sweet nothings to the government. That's the gig."
Spencer, aka fake hubby, squinted. "What about your crazy strength and reflexes?"
Raja chuckled, leaning into the myth. "Born with it—some say Lord Hanuman's got my back. Military dude found me in a jungle, raised me as a soldier. By 18, I crushed para-commando training, got scooped by RAW, trained a year, and boom—here I am, field trip numero uno."
Rain's jaw dropped. "Hold up—you're 19? First mission abroad? You joking?"
Raja shrugged, "Yoga guru taught me to keep my cool, no sweat."
Matt pressed, "Zombies—how'd you clock the infection?"
Raja's tale grew taller. "Umbrella tested this virus in an Indian village—whole place nearly went undead. I rolled through, capped the infected, saved the day. Dug deeper, found Umbrella's fingerprints. One of our snitches tipped me off about a virus deal here, but they ghosted, so I came to check it out."
The team blinked, half-believing his wild saga.
MAYA: "You're piling it on thick."
Shade broke the spell, voice grim. "Bad news—our entry's sealed, locked 30 minutes ago. No backup, low ammo, no snacks. We're stuck."
Curses flew—JD kicked a wall, Kaplan groaned, Rain muttered about fate.
Alice grabbed the EMP device bag, eyes blazing. "Follow me," she snapped at Raja, rallying the team.
"We boot up the Red Queen, ask for an exit." Shade frowned, "That AI's psycho!" But Raja nodded, "Red's our ticket—let's chat."
Kaplan rebooted the Red Queen, her hologram flickering to life—a prim girl with a sharp gaze.
"You're all still breathing," she said, zeroing in on Raja. "Indian guy, who are you? There is No digital trace anywhere of you."
Raja flashed a cheesy grin, bowing. "Hey, little sister Red! Sorry we dissed you earlier—human brains, y'know, slow on the uptake. How's a sweet AI like you go all murder-mode without a reason? Spill the detail for us lowly being to get enlightned."
The team cringed at his charm offensive.
MAYA: "You're charming a computer?"
Red Queen huffed, softening. "At least someone's polite. The T-virus leaked, went airborne. I sealed and neutralized to stop it spreading."
Raja clapped, "Wow, sacrificing hundreds to save billions? Cold math, but big heart, lil' sis!"
Red's hologram almost blushed. "My creator said something like that."
The team twitched, weirded out by Raja's AI banter. JD whispered, "He's nuts."
Raja tilted his head, all innocent. "Got some questions, Red, if you're cool with it."
She nodded, "Anything but company secrets."
Everyone leaned in, curious.
Raja's tone sharpened, "Virus leak—accident or on purpose?" Gasps echoed—Shade's eyes widened, Rain gripped her gun.
Red Queen paused, then dropped the bomb: "Intentional. Rogue employee." The team erupted, cursing the traitor who doomed the Hive.
Alice snarled, "Who'd do this?"
Raja's grin turned wicked. "Red, is that rogue in this room?" Silence fell, tension spiking. Eyes darted—Spencer edged toward the door.
Red Queen's voice was flat: "Yes."
Raja spun, Telepathy catching Spencer's panic, and flung his enchanted knife—THWACK!—pinning Spencer's hand to the door. The fake hubby yelped, blood dripping.
Raja sauntered over, smirking. "Hubby, ditching us already? Don't you love us anymore?"
The team froze, chills racing down their spines.
MAYA: "You're scaring them more than the zombies."
Raja leaned in, voice dripping menace. "Little sister Red, confirm the fake couple's IDs—and who's the virus-leaking jerk. Where's he stashing the samples?"
Red Queen complied, "He's Spencer, she's Alice. Spencer leaked the T-virus, left samples at the tram station. They're Umbrella property—destroy them."
Spencer squirmed, pleading, but Raja was done. He drew his Glock—BANG!—a clean headshot dropped Spencer like a sack.
The team gasped, Rain clutching her rifle, Matt pale. Raja holstered, cool as ice. "Now, let's talk escape plans."
He turned to the hologram, all charm. "Little sister Red, we're clean—no virus vibes. Show us a way out of this death trap, pretty please?"
The team held their breath, hoping Raja's sweet-talk could crack the Hive's queen.
To Be Continued…