Resident Evil: Regeneration
Chapter 1
05/29/10
The kiss was deep and passionate. She had saved his life once, and then he had saved hers. They were on even ground. Both struggling to survive in a world of the utmost horror. The pull he felt towards her was based only on his primal need for her. Somehow she had managed to slip under all of his guards. The moment he had set eyes on her, he had been in love with her. Now that he was likely going to die and become a mindless shadow of the man he had been, he needed more than ever for her to know how he felt. As he looked into her eyes, he thought of nothing but devouring her in every sense of the word. He would brand himself into her, so she could never forget him and that she was completely and utterly his.
He fought to say the things in his already muddled brain, but in the end he could not express in words what he was feeling. He could feel the infection setting in, his blood heating to an impossible temperature, or maybe it was just being near her in these desperate circumstances. He gave into his instincts and kissed her with a rough, animalistic passion that had her staggered. She fought to recover from all the raw emotion and desperation, kissing him back with the same passion, dueling with him as their tongues danced with each other. She wrapped her arms around his neck, tangling her fingers in his hair and tugging viciously. He slammed her up against the wall, hands groping her ass to lift her up as she wrapped her legs around his waist, her short leather skirt riding up, revealing her bare underneath. He removed one had from her ass to undo his pants, releasing his hard, throbbing cock. Unable to control him, he drove into her, thrusting hard enough to slam her back into the wall with each thrust. She moaned as the heat built up within her. Faster and harder he drove them both to peak, and then over it into oblivion. She screamed his name, as the world shattered around her.
"Carlos!"
Alice jerked awake, gasping, and sat up, one hand resting lightly, yet protectively on her rounded abdomen. She rubbed it absently, feeling the moisture between her legs from her dream. She appeared to be six months pregnant when in reality she had only been pregnant for two. It still perplexed her that her pregnancy was progressing this quickly. She had been infected with the T-virus on a massive level, and had conceived when Carlos had also been infected with the virus, although on what level she couldn't be sure. The baby would also be infected on a massive level, as far as she could tell. She wondered yet again, what kind of child she was bringing into the world. She had been extensively researching since holing herself up in what had once been an Umbrella lab, hell-bent on cloning her and her abilities for their own purpose. What kind of powers could she expect the life she was carrying within her to exhibit? She was almost positive the baby would not come out zombie-like, as a reanimated corpse because it had never been dead in the first place. At the rate of fetal growth, she expected to give birth within the next month, give or take a week. She wished Carlos could be there for the birth. She felt wetness on her cheeks and realized it for what it was, tears. She loved Carlos, and missed him. She had only just got him back when he was taken from her again. Umbrella would pay for this. Her hand curled into a fist, eyes stony.
Then she felt the kick. Smiling she greeted her unborn child.
"Hello, Riley. Guess you are as restless as me these days." She rubbed her abdomen. She knew she would have a girl. She had done regular sonograms on herself. All of the research she had done indicated the baby was healthy, the only anomaly being the gestation period.
She knew she wouldn't be getting to sleep again tonight, not after a dream like that. What she needed was a cold shower and food. She was feeling a case of the munchies coming on. The intricate lab Umbrella had created had living quarters, research facilities, fitness and training areas, an infirmary and a hell of an armory. It had all the amenities and though it had been in shambles when she had blown through here a couple of months before she had managed to turn it into a suitable place to inhabit again. It was well stocked with food, weapons, and medical supplies as well as books on just about anything one needed to research. She was still trying to develop a better security system and wished once again that she did not live in solitude.
She went into the spacious bathroom, and turned on the water. She stepped into the shower area where glass walls surrounded her and three different shower heads beat down upon her. She shivered a little, apologizing silently to her unborn child for the drop in her body temperature. She lifted her face to water, letting it rain down into her face and felt her libido kicking out of overdrive. When she felt more in control of herself and her thoughts, she dried off and slipped into a pair of black shorts, barely out of the daisy dukes classification, and a white ribbed tank, that clearly emphasized her baby bump. She sighed as she laced up her knee high black boots. Everything she put on emphasized her baby bump. She put on her belt strapping on her guns, and clips and shoving a knife in each boot. She still was not completely at ease, even though she was the only one here. She could never be too careful when it came to protecting herself and her child. Until a new security system was in place and she made damn sure there were no ways to breech the premises she would never go anywhere unprepared.
She made her way to the kitchen, made some toast and poured a glass of milk and headed for the library. If she wasn't going to sleep she may as well make use of the time to do some more research on the process of giving birth from the doctor's perspective. She needed to make sure she could deliver this baby safely and efficiently without killing herself. She was her child's only hope of surviving this hell on earth.
She stopped dead in her tracks, as the alert system around the premise of the lab compound began to sound. It was inaudible to anyone without her enhanced preternatural hearing. She tried to slow her pounding heart as adrenaline coursed through her veins gearing her up for battle. It was probably another undead who haphazardly wandered into the perimeter. She eased her grip on the glass of milk she was carrying, trying not to break it. The toast was trash. She had already squeezed it to mush. She headed for the security viewing area that she had set up. She set the contents of her late night snack on a table and went to the screen with the red light blinking under it.
Sure enough, a zombie was ambling in front of the camera, looking vacantly at it and moaning. Alice sighed. Better end it's miserable existence she thought to herself. She un-holstered one of her 9mm, flipped the safety off and checked it. As she was ready to head out the door, a movement on the screen caught her attention. The walking corpse, had just turned around, apparently tracking something. As Alice watched, adrenaline once again surging through her, putting her on edge, the zombie's head exploded in a spray of blood and brain matter, both of which landed on the camera obscuring the image.
"Shit!" Alice cursed. She stared at the screen a moment longer, until the lights under some of the other screens began to blink. She moved from one to other, trying to determine where the intruder was heading. It was no use. Whoever it was was moving too fast through the camera's line of sight. She cursed again and headed back towards her suite of rooms. She needed more fire power. She wouldn't risk her unborn child. She reached her weapon's chest, punched in the code and grabbed out two double-barrel shotguns and slid them into their holsters on her back. Then she headed for the exit that would take her outside the interior of the compound.