Here is the sequel to The End of All Things to Come. Its based right after the second movie and before the third. If you are a big Resident Evil buff you may know what is going to happen since I am sticking to the story as much as possible. If you have only seen the movies you won't know what happens. I hope you enjoy it and review. Re-edited 2018
It had been a few weeks since we "rescued" Alice. I started to believe that we didn't rescue her at all. She was different, I couldn't put my finger on it. She was more alert, she would space out for hours then come back to reality. I tried to explain it to others my fears and concerns. They would only admit she was different but would think I was overreacting.
The virus had begun to spread further than Missouri and the rest of the midwest. Umbrellas idea of bombing Raccoon City to contain the epidemic was futile. Within a couple of months after the incident it had spread world wide. It was still relatively under control, until after we picked up Alice. Now it seems like a fire in the garage, relatively fine until it hits the oil rags and then burns out of control. We had managed to pick up two survivors before we settled in an abandoned house. Saved them really from inevitable undeath.
We sat in the kitchen eating our rations of canned food in silence, except for Alice and Carlos. Alice was upstairs taking a shower and Carlos was in the other room, probably checking our equipment and weapons.
Carlos walked into the kitchen looking at all of us sitting there in silence. "Does anyone have any guns that need cleaning?" he asked breaking the silence. I nodded and rose from my seat with a granola bar in between my teeth. I walked out of the kitchen continuing to eat the bar as I made my way up the stairs to Angie's and my room. I began collecting all of the guns I had hidden throughout the room.
It was amazing how your fast your life could change, especially how fast you could adjust to it. I stopped at the dresser catching my reflection in the mirror. Purple eyes stared back at me. As I remembered the story behind them I wondered what would have happened if my father had never invented the virus for Angie. I mean, I knew that she would still be using crutches, or by now she would be in a wheelchair. But in turn would the world be in peril like it is now? I think at this point there were more undead than alive people. I closed my eyes and shook my head, ridding the thoughts. I reached into the drawer and pulled out another gun. As I reached for another one there was a soft knock at the door. I looked up to the mirror and was greeted by Alice's reflection. I turned around to face her, ready for her to ask whatever was on her mind.
Physically she looked like her old self, save for the longer hair. Mentally she was off. They had to have done something to her, as to what it was, it was still a mystery. At least to us.
"Hey." She started with a forced smile. "Can I borrow a shirt?" I nodded, turning to my pile of clothes and grabbed a shirt. I threw it to her when I made sure it wa a clean one. "Thanks." she said as she put it on. I turned around, expecting her to leave but I noticed in the reflection of the mirror she had yet to move. "I need to talk to you about something." she said after a moment of silence.
I turned back around to her. "Whats up?" I said, leaning against the dresser. I was anxious to hear what she wanted to talk about.
She looked at me straight on. "I think we should go to back to Detroit." She said. Something was wrong, I could sense it in my gut.
I furrowed my brow and scratched the back of my head. "Why? We just came from there a couple of weeks ago. Not to mention the city is huge city, the zombie population will be ungodly." I said, trying not to lose my proverbial shit on the woman. It was like approaching a deer, you needed to approach with calm and caution. Of course my patience was waning.
She didn't even flinch or move, she continued to just stare at me. I began to wonder if she had even blinked. "No, it's one of the few cities protected from zombies and mass upheaval. I thought you knew that." she answered.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. Just as I was about to speak, Carlos walked in."I think we should go back to Detroit. See if we can find any survivors." he admitted. I rolled my eyes at him. We were miniscule compared to the security detail Umbrella had. I was up for saving as much of humanity as we could, but not in an Umbrella oriented city. I looked to both of them, looking at me like I was their mother and they were asking to stay up late.
I let out another sigh. Not believing what I was about to say. "Yeah, alright. Whatever. Tell everyone to get their shit ready and we'll go." I said completely defeated. Without saying anything, or having any expression Alice left the room. Leaving me alone with Carlos.
I turned around and began packing Angie's and my items. This was a terrible idea. I had no idea why Carlos was even behind it. I could feel his gaze on my back. I could feel him walking more into the room, closer to me. He placed his hand on my shoulder. "Alida whats wrong?" he asked. I looked up to him with a glare, unable to contain my frustration.
"This is suicide you know that!" I blurted out. "I want to save people too, but I don't want to put my sister in anymore unnecessary danger." I looked up into his eyes and calmed down a little. "Or anyone else for that matter."
He moved his hand so it was on the back on my neck. "I know but let's just go. For some reason Alice thinks its a good thing I say we go with it." My frustration resurfaced. I looked up at him in disbelief and hurt. Honestly a little jealousy as well. He liked her more than me, he trusted her more than me. Even when the proof of her not being all there was, well right there.
I shrugged off his hand and arm again feeling defeated. "If you haven't noticed Carlos, Alice doesn't seem to be all there in the brain pan." I spat out unable to contain my feelings about this again. I stepped back a little hitting the dresser behind me. "I don't know what but they did something to her. She is different." I said a little more quietly. Carlos looked like he was going to explode with anger but stayed quiet. I rolled my eyes as I handed him the guns I had found, and walked out of the room.
I walked out of the house into the cool night needing fresh air. After a couple of moments of cooling down I realized that I was being a little crazy about this. I began to feel a little bad for my attitude towards my new found friends. But even with those rational thoughts I couldn't help but stand my ground with how I was being. Alice was acting weird and Carlos, let alone everyone else, couldn't see it. I glanced over to the vehicles we had… acquired during our time. A Hummer and an ambulance. If we were going to make this trip we needed another car. I didn't want to ride in the same car as Alice and I definitely didn't want Angie to be in the same car. I walked back into the house and grabbed the keys to the Hummer. "Hey Jill, meet me outside in 10. We're going to get another car." I yelled into the house. I walked upstairs and grabbed what I had already packed of Angie's and my items. L.J. appeared in the doorway as I placed the items by the door.
He leaned against the wall and looked in as I continued to pack items. "Why are we gettin' another car?" he asked.
I shoved some ammo into my bag as well as a couple of handguns. "If we are going to go back to Detroit I want us to travel comfortably." I said simply. He let out a sigh, shaking his head he left me alone to continue my packing. After a couple of minutes I was happy with what I had packed and started bringing down.
"Angie, run upstairs and grab a couple bags. I want you to come with Jill and I." I said as I noticed her in the corner playing cards with Andy, one of the survivors we found.
She looked to me with a look of disapproval. "But why I want to stay here with Alice and Andy." she said.
I went from a big sister to a mother in a matter of months. She even started throwing me the same attitude she used to give our mother before she died. "Because it will do you some good to get out of the house." I said with a fake smile. She rolled her eyes and got up, that sass she had unfortunately learned from me. Alice stared at me during the interaction. It sent chills down my spine. There was something there, those were not Alice's eyes staring back at me.
I broke the staring contest with her and walked right into Carlos. "Heard your getting another car?" he said still with a little anger in his eyes from before.
I shrugged my shoulders. "Since we are going such a long distance I want us to stay comfortable." I said pushing past him. Angie came down the stairs with her travel bag as well as another one of her bags. I grabbed mine as we walked out to the Hummer, where Jill was waiting for us. She helped us put the bags in the car and within moments we were off, in search of another car.
After a couple of moments Jill broke the silence. "So, what's the deal?" I looked in the rear view mirror to see if Angie was paying attention, she had her headphones in and was lost in her own world.
"We are going to Detroit. I want to get another car." I said plainly.
She glanced over to me as we drove down the deserted highway. "You think something is up with Alice?" she caught on to my plan. Jill amazed me almost everyday. She truly was an amazing woman and was really an amazing S.T.A.R.S. Officer.
I shook my head, this was not the first time we had talked about this. "Ever since we brought her back she's been- different." I said.
Jill looked in the rearview mirror at Angie for a moment. "I know. It's freaked me out a little too." she admitted. "She's getting worse." I nodded, content that we were both on the same page, more or less. We drove the rest of the way in silence until we found a car lot.
She parked the Hummer. I got ready to get out. "Cover me." I said as I pulled out my gun from my waist. I ran over to the key box, constantly looking around for danger. I heard a couple of gun shots behind me from Jill, I didn't let it distract me. I picked a key in the truck section and ran over to them, Jill on my heels for back up. Angie was comfortably sitting in the Hummer with her headphones on. When we would leave her alone she hid in the back with a handgun, just in case.
As I looked for the truck that I had the key to, Jill came closer to me. "I think I might go my own way, after Detroit." Jill confessed. I stopped my search and looked over to her. The one person that agreed with me about Alice, my one sane person I could confide with, was leaving? She gave me a sorrowful look before she continued. "I love you guys but I need to be on my own." I nodded as I found the truck. We both silently got in, I started it and we drove to the Hummer.
Finally I had come up with something to say after Jill's confession. "Do what you must but remember you are always welcome to come back." I said with a smile. She gave me a heartfelt smile in return as we reached the Hummer. We transferred the items that Angie and I had placed in the Hummer. "I'll follow you." I said to Jill, Angie deciding to stay in the Hummer with Jill.
Angie had adjusted to this new life as well as could be expected. She was just a kid after all. She had her moments when she would laugh and be a normal kid, but then there were other moments where I looked at her as an adult. Once we made it back to the house, everyone was outside waiting for us.
I got out of the truck to help the others pack their items into the vehicles. "OK so how are we going to work this?" I said aloud to anyone who was listening. Everyone came around to where we were, our weapons and food in the middle. Andy and Clara, our survivors, came out of the house and joined our odd circle. " I was thinking about dividing the weapons up evenly between the vehicles. The majority of the luggage can go in the back of the truck." Everyone agreed with the thought as we began dividing up the materials.
Carlos followed behind me as we threw luggage in the truck. "Lets see, lets do at least 2 people a car." Carlos began telling everyone. "Andy and Clara you take the ambulance. L.J. and Jill take Alice in the Hummer. Alida, Angie and I can ride in the truck." I gave him a slide glance at how he said all of it. When I left he was as against my thoughts, I wonder if he was finally admitting something.
My thoughts were interrupted by Angie whining. "But I want to ride with Alice." It was the same whine she would use when she was a small child to get our mother to cave in. I glanced over at Jill, she gave me a small nod.
I looked to Angie with a sarcastic smile. "OK, fine. Same thing except Angie gets to ride in the Hummer." I caved in. I knew that Jill would keep her safe.
"OK let's pack this up people." Jill said breaking the awkward tension that settled over the group.
Within a couple of more minutes we had everything divided and packed into the vehicles."Alright guys, keep your radios to channel 3." I said as we all got into the cars. I looked out onto the horizon as everyone settled themselves into their respective cars. The last bit of sunlight was still shone, the sun long gone. It would be completely dark soon. Traveling at night was smarter, safer.
I sat down in the driver's seat and waited for Carlos to settle in the passengers. Everyone's vehicles started almost simultaneously. With the truck in the lead I pressed down on the gas pedal and we were off. I glanced in the rearview to ensure the Hummer was behind me and the ambulance behind them. I glanced over at Carlos as I brought my attention back to the road. He was looking in my direction. "What?" I asked.
He let out a sigh. "You're right you know." he admitted. I looked at him straight on for a brief moment then looked back to the road as we approached the highway.
I cleared my throat. "About what?" I asked. He waited a couple moments before answering.
"Alice." he said defeated.
I reached out to his hand and took it in mine. I squeezed his larger hand in mine. "I know." I said as we continued down the road.
As much happiness as it momentarily brought me, his admittance that he agreed with me was no comfort. I truly didn't want to be right in this. I wanted to be the one who was wrong. Carlos squeezed my hand back. Instead of letting go, as I thought he would, he held onto it. I would be lying if I said I wasn't scared at what could be awaiting us in Detroit.
