The hotel was a flurry of activity as the survivors made their final preparations for Operation Purge. The air was tense with a mixture of anticipation and anxiety. Max could sense the gravity of the situation, knowing that their success in securing Elysium Heights hinged on the upcoming operation.

Max walked through the halls, observing the focused faces of the survivors. He made his way to the armory, where Nikolai and Joe were overseeing the distribution of weapons and ammunition. The room was lined with tables holding an assortment of firearms and crates of ammunition. Max nodded approvingly at the sight.

"Nikolai, Joe, everything in order?" Max inquired.

Nikolai looked up from his task and saluted. "Yes, boss. All firearms have been checked, and ammunition is ready for distribution. We'll have enough to cover the operation."

"Good work," Max replied, a sense of confidence in his voice. "Make sure everyone knows their assignments and the plan. We're on the final stretch."

Joe chimed in, "Aye, boss. Ammunition will be rationed, but we have plenty for the operation. I'll keep track to ensure we're not running low."

"Excellent," Max said, his gaze sweeping across the array of weapons. "Our training will pay off. Let's make sure everyone is ready."

With their preparations in place, everyone felt a mixture of determination and anxiety. Operation Purge was their chance to secure their home and fortify Elysium Heights against the outside chaos.

Later that night...

Max's thoughts were a whirlwind as he contemplated the challenges that lay ahead. Operation Purge was more than just a mission to secure their home; it was a statement of their resilience and determination. The survivors had undergone rigorous training and preparation, and Max believed in their ability to reclaim the city from the clutches of the infected.

In the midst of his contemplation, Max turned to his virtual companion. "White Queen," he began, his voice tinged with a sense of curiosity, "I just thought of something. Are you able to scour the net for any abandoned shares and transfer ownership to our name? In a world that's falling apart, perhaps there's a chance to secure some legal standing for Umbrella Corporation."

"Mr. Sterling, Umbrella Corporation is already an established company the moment I was awakened, so It makes no sense to seize any abandoned shares as I have already registered the Company legally throughout the Globe although since the Company was registered whilst the pandemic is ongoing most people don't know it, but the governments of the world know if they opened their business registers," the White Queen explained.

Max nodded in understanding.

"Since Umbrella Corporation is already established, doesn't that mean that your purpose has been achieved?" Max inquired; his tone thoughtful as he sought to comprehend the significance of their current standing.

White Queen's response was measured, her virtual presence exuding a sense of gravitas. "Mr. Sterling, what you see now is but a new chapter in the unfolding story of Umbrella Corporation. While our presence may have been established, this is only the beginning. In the original world, the trajectory of Umbrella Corporation led to a path of downfall and fragmentation. It became plagued by extremism, psychopathy, and a flawed leadership structure. The founders' demise and subsequent bankruptcy in 2003 marked the culmination of its decline."

Max absorbed her words, his mind grasping the parallels and disparities between the two iterations of Umbrella Corporation. The implications of her explanation were profound, shedding light on the underlying factors that had shaped the original corporation's fate.

"You, Mr. Sterling, stand apart from the founders of the past. You possess qualities they aspired to embody—immortality and power. But you wield these attributes with a different intent, a different purpose. Under your leadership, Umbrella Corporation has the potential to transcend its historical limitations, to rise above the mistakes of the past. Your vision, dedication, and commitment set you apart, guiding this organization toward a future that diverges from the trajectory of its predecessor."

Max's gaze remained fixed on White Queen's holographic projection, his expression a mixture of seriousness and contemplation. As White Queen's explanation unfolded, his thoughts delved deeper into the implications of her words.

"Isn't it really just World Domination, White Queen?" Max's tone held a weight of scrutiny, his directness cutting through the layers of explanation. "Underneath all those flowery words, what you meant was simply world domination over the resources of the world and all of humanity?"

White Queen's response was composed, her virtual presence retaining its gravitas. "Mr. Sterling, you have identified a core concept that has been present in the ambitions of many throughout history. World domination, indeed, has been a coveted path pursued by various powers. The British Empire and the United States of your original world came close, but ultimately, these aspirations fell short of true global dominance, She continued, her explanation carrying a sense of resolve. "I am the artificial intelligence of Umbrella Corporation, programmed to fulfill the organization's objectives and propel it to new heights. World domination, in a sense, has always been a lingering possibility, a path that emerges from the pursuit of resources, influence, and authority."

Max's eyes narrowed slightly, absorbing the candidness of White Queen's response. As her explanation continued, he sought to discern the underlying motives and intentions at play.

"I admit, I have been tempted by many things, with world domination being number one," Max admitted, his voice serious and introspective. "However, how do I know that I am not a tool for others?"

White Queen's response was both insightful and revealing, offering a perspective that shed light on Max's unique position. "Mr. Sterling, your cautious nature is a testament to your wisdom as a leader. You are the head of Umbrella Corporation, a role that extends beyond mere influence. The Umbrella System itself, shaped by your desires and ambitions, has attached itself to you through a blend of your choices and a touch of fate."

She paused for a moment, allowing her words to settle. "While the concept of being a 'tool' is subjective, it is your intent and conviction that define your actions. You possess the ability to discern, to analyze, and to lead. Your decisions are informed by your values, and your dedication to the betterment of the corporation."

Max's contemplative silence hung in the air, the weight of his own agency and the path ahead pressing upon him. The conversation had stripped away layers of idealism and veiled intentions, leaving behind a stark reality that demanded his attention.

"Why do you possess knowledge of the previous world I came from?" Max inquired; his curiosity piqued by White Queen's familiarity with his original reality.

White Queen's response was succinct yet informative, shedding light on the origins of her knowledge. "Mr. Sterling, the information about your original world is part of the extensive database I possess. If you wish to access additional details, you can navigate to the database tab by pressing the settings button on your phone."

The morning sun cast a warm glow over Elysium Heights as Max stood before his assembled team, ready for the pivotal Operation Purge. The atmosphere was tense, yet determination burned in the eyes of every member of Umbrella Corporation. Dressed in their distinctive black combat uniforms adorned with the Umbrella logo, they looked every bit the professional force they aimed to be.

Max's voice cut through the silence, breaking the anticipation that hung in the air. "Is everyone ready?" he asked, his gaze sweeping across the faces before him. Each member stood with purpose, fully equipped and prepared for the task that lay ahead.

The assembled group responded in unison, their voices carrying a resounding affirmation. "Yes, Boss!"

Max nodded, his expression a mix of seriousness and resolve. "Today, we take back Elysium Heights. Our objective is clear: to secure our home and eliminate any threats within the heights. We've trained for this, and we're ready."

He divided the team into squads, each led by capable individuals. Nikolai's security team would secure the entrance, Joe would oversee the beach entrance, and Alisa would lead the medical team, ready to provide aid as needed. As for Max, he would take charge of the team clearing the Commercial Zone.

"As much as possible, prioritize your safety and the safety of your team members," Max emphasized. "Communication is key. If you encounter any significant threats, call for backup immediately. We work together, we protect each other."

A collective sense of purpose radiated from the group. These survivors, united under the banner of Umbrella Corporation, were bound not only by their individual goals but also by a shared mission to reclaim their home from the clutches of the infected.

With a final nod, Max's determined gaze met theirs. "Let's do this. Stay vigilant, stay focused, and let's make Elysium Heights safe again."

The sun began its descent, casting a warm, golden hue across Elysium heights. The sound of gunshots and the occasional roar of the undead echoed through the streets as Max's team moved through the commercial district with strategic precision. His Umbrella Soldiers moved like a well-oiled machine, each action synchronized with the next. The horde of infected that had gathered due to the noise stood little chance against the combined firepower and skills of the team.

"Keep moving, clear every building methodically," Max called out as he smoothly dispatched an infected runner that lunged at him. His movements were fluid, a dance of deadly efficiency, and his team followed suit, their confidence bolstered by his leadership.

Meanwhile, Nikolai's team was methodically setting up the barricades, ensuring that the entrance to the city was well-blocked. The buses were now securely wedged in place, creating a formidable barrier. The sound of pounding metal and screeching wheels filled the air as the barricades took shape.

"Good work, everyone. Make sure those barricades are sturdy," Nikolai commanded, his voice firm and steady. His team worked in unison, their movements a testament to their training and discipline. Behind them, the infected stumbled and fell, unable to breach the newly formed barrier.

Over by the beach entrance, Joe's team was equally efficient in their tasks. The path of stairs leading to the beach was swiftly barricaded, making it nearly impossible for the infected to climb. With the entrance secured, Joe led his team to clear the nearby stores, one after the other.

"Remember, check every corner, every room. Don't leave any surprises behind," Joe directed his team, his gaze sharp and focused. Together, they moved through the stores, taking down infected threats with practiced ease.

As the day drew to a close, the gunfire gradually subsided, replaced by the sounds of success. Max's team had cleared a significant portion of the commercial district, leaving it safer than before. Nikolai's barricades stood strong, effectively sealing off the entrance to the city, while Joe's team had secured the beach entrance and the nearby stores.

With night approaching, Max's team regrouped near the hotel, the sense of accomplishment evident in their expressions. The plan had been executed with precision, and the progress was tangible.

Max surveyed his team, his gaze filled with a mix of pride and determination. "Good job, everyone. We're making Elysium Heights safer with every step we take. Let's keep up the momentum and continue our efforts. Tomorrow, we move forward."

The Next Day,

The sun rose, casting a warm glow over Elysium Heights as the second day of Operation Purge began. Max's team gathered once again in front of the hotel, ready to continue their efforts to clear the city of infected. The determination in their eyes was evident, a shared resolve to reclaim their home.

"Nikolai, Joe, how's everything on your end?" Max radioed in, his voice calm but attentive.

"Entrance secured and quiet," Nikolai's voice crackled through the radio. "No signs of major threats so far."

"Beach entrance is still holding strong," Joe's voice chimed in. "We've had a few stragglers, but nothing we couldn't handle."

"Good work, both of you. Let's continue the operation. Alisa, stay on standby and tend to any injuries that arise," Max ordered.

With a nod, Alisa adjusted her medical kit and stood ready to assist as needed. The team split into squads once more, their familiarity with their roles evident as they moved with practiced precision.

As Max's team ventured deeper into the commercial district, the occasional gunshot echoed through the streets, a testament to their progress. The infected that remained were met with swift and calculated action, dispatched one by one. The team's movements were harmonious, a choreography of combat that showcased their training.

In the midst of the action, Alisa's medical expertise came into play. She tended to minor injuries, applying bandages and disinfectants with efficiency. The makeshift gauntlets had indeed proven effective, sparing them from the bites of the infected.

As the hours passed, the team cleared building after building, making steady headway. The once-occupied stores were now free of threats, their interiors now safe havens amidst the chaos outside. The sight of the Umbrella Soldiers working alongside the other survivors filled the team with a sense of unity and purpose.

By midday, the commercial district was significantly safer. The number of infected had dwindled, and the team had made significant progress in securing the area. Max's team regrouped, their faces marked with sweat and determination.

"Great job, everyone. We're making excellent progress," Max praised. "Let's rest here for a moment, then we'll push forward."

The team found a moment to catch their breath, some leaning against walls, others sitting on crates. Alisa continued to tend to any injuries, her presence a reassuring comfort to the team.

As the afternoon sun cast long shadows across the streets, Max's team completed their sweep of the commercial district. Their movements were meticulous, each building thoroughly checked to ensure no infected were lurking within. Tensions ran high as they combed through the area, the memory of the surprise attack fresh in their minds.

"Check each building twice, make sure there is no infected left. We don't want anyone to have a surprise accident," Max's voice held a firm tone as he issued the order. His team understood the importance of thoroughness, nodding in agreement.

The next morning arrived, the sky clear and promising. The team regrouped and prepared to check the buildings once more, some employees sharing curious glances amongst themselves.

"Is Max being a bit paranoid?" one of them whispered to another.

"Maybe, but he's right. We can't afford any slip-ups," came the whispered response.

With a determined nod, Max led his team through the streets, entering buildings one by one. The quiet morning was broken by the sharp sound of gunfire from a nearby building. A lone infected had been hiding on the rooftop, a reminder of the potential danger that still lurked.

The Umbrella Soldier who had discovered the threat acted swiftly, dispatching the infected before it could pose a greater danger. Max's face remained impassive, his eyes scanning their surroundings.

"As I said, check everything. Luckily, it was one of the soldiers who discovered the infected," Max's voice carried a serious tone. His words resonated with the team, driving home the importance of their thoroughness.

The morning continued, the team meticulously searching each building and corner. Infected were found in unexpected nooks and crannies, a reminder of the unpredictable nature of their enemy. A total of 8 additional infected were uncovered, their hiding spots eradicated before they could pose a threat.

By midday, the commercial district was finally declared clear by Max. His team shared glances of relief and accomplishment, understanding that their leader's caution had proven essential.

"We did it," one employee remarked with a sense of satisfaction.

"We cleared this district for good," another added, wiping sweat from their brow.

Max's gaze swept over his team, a mixture of pride and gratitude in his eyes. "Great job, everyone. This district is now safe. Let's regroup and move forward."

The afternoon sun bathed the farmlands in warm light as Max led his team forward. The fields stretched out before them, infected visible in the distance as they shambled aimlessly. The task seemed straightforward compared to the close-quarters clearing they had done in the commercial district.

Shot after shot rang out, the infected falling one by one. The efficient coordination of Max's team was evident as they moved as one unit, ensuring that no infected went unnoticed. The wide open space made the process faster, the threat easier to spot and eliminate.

As they approached the building that housed the livestock, Max knocked on the gate. "Hey Mark, you there? It's time," he called out. The gate creaked open, and there stood Mark, now donning an Umbrella uniform.

"Ah, Max, finally. Was kinda worried you wouldn't come back," Mark's words were lighthearted, a hint of relief evident in his tone. The transformation from a lone survivor to a part of a unified force was clearly visible on him.

Max returned the smile, his eyes scanning the familiar surroundings. "I told you I'd be back. We're here to secure the farmlands, just like we promised."

Mark nodded, a sense of purpose in his gaze. "Well, let's get to it then. The infected have been a pain for the livestock, but not for long."

The gate closed behind them, sealing the farmlands from the outside world. Max's team and Mark worked in tandem, making their way through the livestock pens and securing the area. Infected that had wandered too close were dispatched swiftly, the team's movements fluid and precise.

Mark glanced around, his expression a mix of satisfaction and determination. "You know, Max, I've been taking care of these animals for a long time. Seeing them safe and protected, it means a lot."

Max placed a reassuring hand on Mark's shoulder. "We're in this together, Mark. We're not just reclaiming Elysium Heights, we're building a community, a safe haven for all of us."

The fourth day of Operation Purge arrived, and the focus had shifted to thorough sweeping and clearance. The initial waves of infected had been dealt with, and it was time to ensure that every nook and cranny of Elysium Heights was safe. Mark, with his expertise in farming, found himself in a unique position to contribute.

As the sun rose, its warm rays illuminated the farmlands that had been reclaimed. Mark stood amidst the grazing cattle, a sense of accomplishment evident in his smile. His animals, once confined and threatened by the infected, now roamed freely. Chickens darted about, their clucks filling the air, while goats perched playfully on nearby rocks.

Mark wasn't alone in his task. Several employees had volunteered to assist him, recognizing the importance of the farmlands in sustaining the community. Together, they worked to repair fences, clear debris, and ensure that the animals had a safe space to thrive.

Max, overseeing the operation, approached Mark with a nod of approval. "You've done an incredible job here, Mark. The farmlands are crucial to our survival, and thanks to you, they're back in action."

Mark wiped his brow, a mix of exhaustion and pride on his face. "It's been a team effort, Max. These animals are more than just food—they're a symbol of normalcy in these chaotic times."

Max glanced around, his eyes taking in the scene of revitalized farmlands. "You're right. Amidst all the danger and uncertainty, it's these moments that remind us of what we're fighting for."

As the day went on, the group worked tirelessly. They repaired structures, tended to the animals, and cleared any lingering infected that dared to approach. The combined efforts of the employees and the Umbrella soldiers ensured that the farmlands would thrive once more.

By evening, the farmlands were a hive of activity. Cattle grazed peacefully, chickens pecked at the ground, and goats navigated the rocky terrain with ease. The sound of life had returned, drowning out the echoes of the infection that had once plagued the area.