Jill and Angie are with the convoy. Carlos was captured after Alice left them and he went after her.

Carlos P.O.V

Watching from a security screen I see blue eyes as they snap open as if waking from a bad dream. Her face… Her face is so familiar yet so foreign. It's not perfection, but it's close. Umbrella calls her ALICE. From the camera angle it looks like it's raining but I know it's not. I know she's lying in a shower. The camera flashes to a different angle. She's naked. I take it back… She is perfection. But I can't think that. She's an experiment. Nothing more. A traitor to Umbrella and the woman who tried to turn me against them.

Albert Wesker walks up next to me.

"How realistic she looks wouldn't you say Oliveira?" He asks with no emotion.

"I suppose." We watch as she finds the red dress on her bed and the note from Spence, the agent assigned to guarding the Hive with her. My job consists of making everything she encounters as close to the original as possible and I am a designated consultant for all things Alice related for Umbrella along with head of The Umbrella Biohazard Countermeasure Service, basically Umbrella relies on me to help end the reign of the undead. I take notes on how the Alice clones interact with their surroundings and make mental changes for the next batch of clones to test her agility and thought process to make her as Alice-like as possible. We watch as she enters a long corridor made entirely of glass. The walls, the floor, the ceiling, everything. Alice told me once that this is where the leader of the commando team, "One", and other members of his team died. It's obvious that Alice knows something is wrong but she doesn't know what. How could she? She doesn't remember anything. Wesker leans towards the screen, enraptured by the Alice clone.

"I've got a good feeling about this one." He says to no one in particular. I have my doubts. So far very few of the clones have made it past the grid room. I don't see why this one should be any different.

The lights dim. She knows something is happening. She turns back towards the entrance, but the door is already closed. A horizontal beam of laser light travels down the corridor at high speed. It starts out like Alice told me the first beam started, at ankle level and then rises to the chest height. It's headed straight for Alice and I look away. I know what she is, what she's done, but a part of me can't watch her die. I never can.

"Incredible." I hear Wesker whisper. I look back to the screen. At the last moment, Alice leaps into the air…. And stays there! She is hanging from an air vent in the ceiling, her legs pulled up above the level of the laser, the beam only just missing.

"She's never done that before." I say nodding to one of the men on the computers. "Time to kick it up a notch."

A second laser beam fires towards Alice. She jumps into the air again but this time the thin laser wire switches to a grid of fifty interlocking laser lines forming a deadly net. Alice told me this was why it was called the grid room. I wanted to look away. Wanted to miss seeing her sliced, but some part of me refused to do it. I watched holding my breath.

Alice swings her body upwards, kicking the air vent aside and disappears inside. At the last moment I think the laser grid will get her she pulls her head into the air duct above the corridor. It was a close call but it's already better than the others have done. I would release a sigh of relief like many others in the room did, including Wesker, but I knew what came next. I created the scene. I knew more about this set up than anyone else.

I knew she wouldn't survive.

Alice P.O.V

I was having a nightmare. Well no a nightmare might be putting it lightly. This dream was a combination of all things I've faced since the outbreak so it was all very familiar but it had to be a nightmare because it wasn't making any sense. One-minute I was standing in the mansion above the hive, then next I was in the grid room trying not to get sliced into a bunch of little pieces, and then suddenly I was in the Raccoon City Hospital. "It's not real. It's not real. It's not real." I kept thinking to myself. The dream me carefully stepped over the guillotine like blade that dropped from the ceiling when suddenly I heard a click and a mini machine gun was thrown up into the air in front me. As I lay dying on the floor three men in white biohazard suits walked up to me. "Take a sample of her blood…" Isaacs said removing his helmet. Isaacs. Yeah I probably should've killed him. "Then get rid of that." He said motioning to my body.

"Yes sir" some Umbrella agent said. My body was picked up and brought to a lift leading outside, I was walked over to a ditch and carelessly thrown in…. onto a pile of hundreds of other ME's, all killed in horrible, bloody ways.

I awoke with a start. I'd had dreams like this for weeks now and frankly I hope they are just dreams, but, knowing how sick Umbrella is I know they aren't. Whatever they're trying to do obviously isn't working. All I know is that if it's Umbrella and has something to do with me then it can't be good.

As the light began shining over the sandy dunes I packed up my makeshift bed and supplies and climbed on my BMW K1200R. I had a portable radio that I picked up at a police station a few miles back and I've been answering as many S.O. S's as I could. More often than not, I showed up too late, but occasionally I do save people. Currently I was heading out to KLKB radio station in Salt Lake City where I hoped to save a group of seven from a horde of undead. No pressure.

Pulling up to KLKB I knew something was wrong immediately. How? There were no undead in sight. Not one. If I had shown up to late there'd still be a few stragglers. Climbing of my BMW K1200R I took out my guns and slowly walked through the front entrance

"Bad. This is bad." I thought to myself "I should leave." The further into the station I went the worse I felt about it. I could detect the weak strand of T-virus but couldn't see it when suddenly my flashlight hit the back of a woman.

"My baby. Please. Please help my baby" the woman said handing something cradled in blankets to me.

I took the baby and unwrapped it to find not a baby, but a baby doll. I dropped in to reach for my gun.

"Too late" I thought as I heard multiple clicks of guns being cocked "Way too late"

I was surrounded by a bunch of people with guns and the original woman gave a crude laugh

"You bitch," she said. "You dropped my baby."

The woman proceeded to mockingly repeat her S.O.S message while the group laughed. They disarmed me, I considered fighting back but I knew realistically I could kill two maybe even three before they killed me, and restrained me as one of the males brought his knife gently down my body, reaching my shorts. I fought the temptation to gag as he leaned into me

"What you got down there, fishy?" He asked

"I wouldn't do that." I said shaking her head at him

"Shut your mouth!" someone yelled. Obviously they didn't catch my warning.

"Relax!" another said

"Just show the bitch." Yet another said

I decided it was time to end this and delivered a quick kick to the mans' head, snapping his head back and breaking his neck.

"Eddie! Eddie! Eddie!" the woman said running over to him. "Jesus Christ! He's dead!"

I felt a sharp knock to my head before passing out. When I woke up I realized I was handcuffed in a hole surrounded by obvious human remains.

"There you go bitch," The woman called throwing the keys down to me. "I wouldn't want it to be over too fast" she cackled.

"Open the cage!"

"Let them loose."

"Get up now!"

I heard the distinctive barking of the undead Dobermans "Of course" I thought.

I'm not going to write this part because I assume most of you have seen the movie and honestly I'm not sure HOW to write it out.