Author Note: This is a Resident Evil fluff from Alice's P.O.V reflecting on what has happened to her since the beginning of the Zombie Apocalypse. It will have snip-its from each movie entangled with my own ideas. I'm hoping to paint the full picture of trials and tribulations of our hero; Alice Abernathy.
Major spoilers for ALL movies are going to be recorded in here, so if you don't want to hear them then don't read it. Also, for those that have seen the movies countless times (such as myself) I hope you enjoy!
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Updated 10-06-2016: I had gone through and made some editorial adjustments. Three years ago this was originally posted, and I am procrastinating on other, more pressing, writing projects I have on my plate.
NOTE: Chapter 2 has not been updated yet, so expect that over the next few weeks!
A New Beginning
Alice's take on the Extinction of the Human Race
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Red. That was all I could see, wave after wave of red swirls lapping up against the sandy beach to what remained of the Dominican Republic. It was blood, some from infected, some from the innocent caught in the cross-fire. The life source of so many was now food colouring to the world's oceans. I fell to my knees, hands trembling as I dropped the blood soaked Katana's into the sand. All of this is my fault. I was so stupid, having something to prove, that I could stick my middle finger so far up Umbrella's ass they would be begging for mercy. Instead I got everyone killed, even if I was tethered to strings being pulled by the sick, sadistic puppeteer; Umbrella.
When the world began to collapse in on itself six years ago, I was head of security to a secret, underground facility known as 'The Hive'. At first I kept my opinions to myself. After all, Umbrella was paying a hefty sum of money to parade around a secluded mansion and pretend to be in love. After a few months I became bored with the charade, with the daily afternoon delight and watching birds fly from one tree to another, I became interested in what Umbrella was housing three hundred feed below me and when I learned it was biological weapons my ignorance and naive attitude were replaced with anger; no one used me without paying the price...
...Dazed, drugged and battling a splitting headache I awoke on the bottom of her marble shower. I was still at the mansion, naked, the water still dribbling off the marble walls. At the moment that was all I could piece together, everything else, alluded me...The note that was left by my fake husband read "today, all your dreams come true", those words will forever be imprinted upon her memory. It was laying on the dresser, above a locked drawer full of high powered guns with a skimpy red dress and combat boots on the bed, beckoning me to wear them...
The mansion was deserted, not a single soul was there and it was the last time I would ever feel truly alone. Moments later men and women dressed in black tactical gear complete with the unmistakable Umbrella logo stitched over the hearts crashed through the large bay windows. My objective was to guard the entrance to 'The Hive', everything I was doing over the past five years was slowly coming back to me...
Matt was a cop...his sister Lisa was my contact on the inside...my fake husband was a backstabber...all Umbrella employees were reanimated, zombie like creatures that bit, scratched and hungry for flesh...The Red Queen, a computerized little girl with homicidal tendencies was the one behind it all.
In the end only myself and Matt made it out alive. We figured our nightmare was over but, boy were they wrong. Watching hairy tentacles emerge from Matt's bicep, like spider legs, was with a splitting headache alone, naked in a hospital was worse. I was in Raccoon City, the metropolis a few miles South of 'The Hive, and the streets were an array of panic. Abandoned vehicles, trash blowing down empty side walks, and fires burning in store fronts. Wrapped in only a lab coat and barefoot I grabbed a shot gun from the back seat of a smashed police cruiser and pumped it once...
This was just the beginning of the end...
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I feel guilty still to this day. A city that was once brimming with normal, every day people, was overrun by those creatures, and they just kept coming. It was my fault, none of this would've happened if I didn't learn to keep my nose in my own business. The Hive was a powder keg and Umbrella was just begging for some excuse to let the real demons out. They needed a scapegoat and I stepped up to the plate like an idiot. Now six god awful years have passed since the outbreak at Raccoon City and that guilt still travels with me. I've kept it locked up inside, channeled it into survival, knowing that every time I kill one of those fucker's I feel my heat skip a beat. trudge forward through the carnage that lay before her. Countless innocent victims, so many infected, like hell they are going to die in vain.
Faces of those I've befriended along the way shimmered in the red waves at my knees. Rain, LJ, Betty, Mikey, Peyton, all innocent victims of Umbrella. None of them deserved being bitch slapped in the cruelest of ways. I ran my hand across the water, watching their images ripple away as tears fell down my cheeks...
...They were all muscles and bone, with razor sharp teeth and claws. There brains were the size of their heads and tongues, several feet long to wrap and coil around their unsuspected victims...they along with the infected escaped the Hive and began to wreck havoc on the population of Raccoon City.
Something had happened to me...I felt, different...the Umbrella scientists lead by Dr. Issac's, used me as a human pin cushion. I was special, just like how my late parents used to say growing up. My father always believed I had an ambitious purpose in life and bonding with a virus that turned people into infected freaks was it. I did not change, I still looked human yet, on the inside, I was graced with so much more. Super human strength, quick healing abilities, and most importantly, ability to sense the undead before they approached.
Matt on the other hand, was not so lucky...Nemesis was what they called him...a mutated, ten foot tall, monster, controlled and operated by Umbrella. His primary target me, Project Alice. Yes, by this point Umbrella began to refer to me as their pet project...we were conditioned to fight one another, and every blow I sent his way my heart ached. He couldn't remember who I was, who he was...
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With my eyes closed and sun on my face the roof top to City Hall materialized before me. Jill Valentine, Angela Ashford, LJ, and Carlos Oliveria were bound and kneeling with sub machine guns pointed at the back of their heads. Matt and I fought, it was painful, each punch by his massive fists was like getting hit with a wrecking ball., but by some miracle, I was able to gain Matt's trust that day. When Umbrella's prized project turned against them, mowing down those that held my friends hostage with his mini Gatling Gun, LJ, ex S.T.A.R.S officer Jill Valentine, ex Umbrella Operative Carlos Olivera and little Angela Ashford made a break for the Umbrella Helicopter.
The sand began to burn my hands as I pictured the giant fireball in the sky when Nemesis took out the Umbrella helicopter. His sacrifice burns through me as I scream, weeping with the loss of an ally and friend. What Umbrella did to him, the countless experiments and operations, it made bile rise in the back of my throat. I never told anyone, but when he died, apart of me died as well as if he was my other half...
After the disaster of Raccoon City, we attempted to escape, but we were still in the blast radius of the nuclear weapon Umbrella used to eradicate the city in hopes of containing the virus. The helicopter lost altitude fast, and crashed in Arklay Mountains, a few kilometers outside of Raccoon City. I died, or at least, everyone believed I did. Dr. Isaac's however, had other intentions, bringing me back from a vegetative state and remolding me to be a stronger, more complacent weapon.
There was no way in hell she was going to help the sworn enemy. Everything I had to do to fight those urges were under my skin...I'm a weapon, no one would trust me now, and rightfully so.
If she is now the only one left, then how much security did she really give her friends...
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Actually, it was very presumptive for me to say I'm the only one left. Let's be honest, it was a bold face lie. Days...weeks...months, I'd travel without seeing another living person. Hacking and slashing my way through groups of undead in hopes that my prize in the end would be a group of survivors. It always ended on a sour note. Three years ago outside Salt Lake City, Utah a spunky, red headed bombshell had about 30 plus people with her, what remained of her convoy after escaping Raccoon City. She was both fierce and sensitive, and after escaping an Umbrella facility with the assistance of Valentine, Olivera, LJ and little Angie, I had made the executive decision to be alone.
Claire Redfield changed my mind, and for the better...
The only way to stay one step ahead was to play their game. Breaking into an Umbrella compound and downloading their satellite trajectories was easy, ensuring I did not thing to alert Umbrella to my position for the next three years was the real challenge. I was like the White Knight in Medieval literature, my Ducati motorcycle a valiant steed, my swords and hand guns as my weapons, and my special "abilities" as my armour I was ready to stay alive long enough to hopefully put a dent into the ever increasing undead population. Slicing and dicing as I weaved around abandoned parked cars undead as they crossed her path. It was better to remain an invisible hero than a known enemy.
I had been tracking a group of survivors on my small CB radio for weeks. They would put out a broadcast asking for survivors every evening. I made sure to keep my distance, the last thing I needed to was to lead Umbrella to a group of survivors. I had no idea who this Claire Redfield was, but she sounded tough, like a survivor, like a woman I could have been friends with in another life. After another night fueled by nightmares I noticed a large group of crows circling what looked to be an abandoned hotel a few miles away. '
Based on the CB call out the night before, that was where Claire and her convoy were supposed to be.
All I could remember was charred flesh as crow carcasses fell from the sky that had turned orange...those few survivors remaining ran as far as possible from me and I did not blame them. It wasn't until after a circle of dead crows was around me on the sand that I knew Umbrella was hoping I'd slip up sometime. I had just signed the death sentence for the whole convoy.
There was however one thing, a last ditch attempt I had up my sleeve in hopes to make everything right. The red leather bound, tattered book was filled with pipe dreams of Alaska to a place called Arcadia...infection free. Claire, the fearless red head leader I imagined she was, presented this to her group, they were eager to have something, anything, to be hopeful for.
For once a plan was coming together...I was going to bring these people to safety and then disappear...I had unfinished business.
Low on supplies, and all small towns picked clean our only chance was Las Vegas, the place before the outbreak was known as 'the city of sin'.
The perfect place for Umbrella to be sitting and waiting to make their next move...
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Not only was Vegas a breeding ground for the infected, but it was almost completely covered by the desert. Buildings that stood hundred's of feet in the air were reduced to rubble or blanketed to the point that only the tops were visible. Vegas was a barren wasteland, picked clean of supplies and survivors. The grunts and growls of the genetically mutated, extremely pissed off bio weapons echoed once more, pounding like a beating drum.
It was a bloodbath in the worst of ways. The sand was stained red like the water soaking into my fatigues. So many died, just more bodies to add to the never ending total on my subconscious. Those people trusted me, trusted Claire, and Umbrella was lying in wait with a crate full of crazy to make me look like the bad guy. I can still hear their screams and constant gun fire which seemed to do nothing, but piss them off more.
Dr. Issac's was there. that rat bastard. He thought he was safe in his little hideaway thinking he could control me, his precious "Project Alice". If there was one good thing that came from that day, and trust me, this is it, it was finally being able to break free of his control. His own creations turned on him. I wish I could've seen the look on his face when one of those creatures he tried to 'humanize' sunk their teeth into his arm like a candy bar.
The victory was short lived, Claire was beside herself with grief and would never let me forget this.
LJ, Mikey, Betty, Tex and of course Carlos, all gone. Just when I get reunited with people I remember I go and fuck it up...
When Claire and K-Mart, Claire's shadow and second in command, left in an Umbrella helicopter for Alaska, it was heart breaking. With a handful of survivors were packed in like sardines, Claire had a duty to fulfill even if I wanted her to stay. This was the last time they were going to cross paths. I was prepared to fight, to die, to do whatever it took to make sure this hell never reached the shores of Alaska.
I turned to the shack that was the entrance to the underground Umbrella lab, watching the gasoline filled flames behind rise into the sky with black billowing clouds. Carlos had sacrificed himself to buy them time and there was no way I was going to waste it. I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, thin, cream coloured legs were jutting out from a ditch. Curious I went closer and I about vomited in my mouth.
Dozens of mutilated, lifeless, decomposing bodies...that red dress...blonde hair...hollow eyes.
They were all me
Dr. Issac's was a sick bastard. He cloned me, trying to perfect something, but what? I soon learned that was nothing compared to what was housed below. Thousands of clones, naked in rippling bubbles with breathing tubes shoved down their throats were stacked in rows that seemed to go on forever. This was sick, demented, even more demented than me slaying a deformed Dr. Issac's in a recreated hall to the mansion I was secluded to in Raccoon City...even with the virus running rampant through him at at least ten times the dosage, his tentacles fingers and engorged body mass were no match for my powers.
When i learned he was alone in this hell hole, I knew my fight for freedom was far from over. Albert Wesker, the head of the Umbrella Corporation was what needed to be eliminated. At least this time, I would be bringing reinforcements...
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I expected to die within the cold stone walls of that Umbrella compound. I hate to admit it, but it was something I was looking forward too. even now, I am tired of fighting, tired of being the only damn person left. Thanks to my clone, Dr. Issac's was sliced and diced by the same lasers that took One and his team so long ago. The memory alone bring about the smell of cauterized flesh,as I dry heave into the water, my body attempting to expel itself of their sins.
Foolishly I thought the compound in the Nevada desert was the last of Umbrella. With the help of my clones, it still feels weird saying that even after so many years, we were able to track down the real head of the organization, the one man who is still funding and controlling the Umbrella Corporation; Albert Wesker. That bastard was going to pay for what he has done not only to myself, but to the whole damn world.
Tokyo Japan was where the slime ball was taking refuge and before I could join Claire, K-Mart and the rest of them in Arcadia, I needed to settle this score in person, and having about one hundred clones to back you up, made this plan not seem so suicidal after all...
What started out as hope to finally end this war once and for all, went disastrously wrong. Even with an army of clones, an attack upon the institution in Japan was a complete failure. I myself was able to stow away upon the military airplane Wesker was using to escape. I watched as the lab imploded, killing what I thought was the remainder of the clones manufactured by Dr. Issac's...
...With a gun to his temple I was ready to pull the trigger, but it was quickly apparent that he too was infected with the T-Virus. With his increased agility, he injected me with a serum to rob me of my powers as I collapsed to the ground, convulsing and dry heaving like a rabid animal...
Pain, searing, horrible, debilitating pain coursed throughout my body...I was becoming human once more, something I never thought to be possible, something I for sure never thought Wesker would be responsible for giving back to me.
The plane was crashing, The side of the mountain grew larger from the cockpit windows as we nose dived. I expected to die, and now that I was human I didn't want to. i got my life back, no longer a drone, a scapegoat for Umbrella and instead die a martyr to a cause I helped create.
Everything went black but-only for a moment.
This was not my time to die, not yet.
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I managed to get up, willing myself to stand in soaked cargo pants and battered arms. I was in what was left of the Dominican Republic, overrun by those lunatics, a trail of them was behind me, like a trail of rotting, decomposing breadcrumbs. leading where? I don't care at the moment. My short term memory is gone, I can barely remember what I did two months ago, but the atrocities of the years, those light up my mind with every slice, punch, kick and shot. it was Umbrella's doing, it had to be. They did something to me again.
Project Alice was back, version 3.0.
The smell of death, guilt and grief was like a heavy curtain. Footsteps came from behind, who ever it was they were running.
The dead don't run.
i gritted my teeth, took a deep breath and swung around, ready to face my enemy.
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