"You shouldn't have done that," Lilah said, licking the blood from her pale lips. It tasted like tarnished metal.

"Oh?" her assailant asked sarcastically. He was a Spanish or Middle Eastern looking man with short, spiked hair and a suit of armor that read S.T.A.R.S. "I'm sorry!" He took another punch at her, but she quickly dodged it. Before he could pull back his arm, she grabbed on to it and twisted.

The man let out a cry of pain, but Lilah wasn't finished with him just yet. She punched back his arm, nearly breaking it. Again, he began to scream and this time she let go. He sprawled back, holding his arm close to his body.

"Who are you?"

"My name is Lilah."

"How do you know about Alice? Who are you really?" Carlos asked her with intrigued yet wary eyes. They both sat near the neatly laid out campfire.

"I already told you, I am Alice." She replied, gripping her gun to her side so that the man could not see it. Just in case. "Or, rather, a clone of her."

"A clone? But...how?"

"I'm not exactly sure. Before she-" Lilah hesitated, and looked sternly at the man.

"She what?" Carlos asked curiously. He slid a little closer to her, obviously interested.

"Before she...died," Lilah said painfully, as if she were talking about a recently deceased family member, and Carlos's eyes lit up with anguish. "She told me about a man named Wesker, I think it was. Albert Wesker. Heard of him?" Carlos shook his head no. Lilah sighed. "Anyway, she said that he ordered a thousand clones of her. She had no idea until after she killed Doctor Isaacs. I was one of those clones." "If you're a clone, why don't you look anything like her?" Carlos asked, clearly interested. "Carlos, is it?" She asked and Carlos nodded. "Well, Carlos, none of us look like Alice. I'm a clone, but I'm not a twin. Understand?"

"You act just like her," he said with a hint of sorrow cracking in his voice. Before she said anything, he cleared his throat and said, "what happened to her?"

Lilah sat back on her chair, a little put off by this question. Alice had just recently been killed. It was still a painful matter.

"She was on her way to Tokyo, and her plane... her plane..." Lilah let out a squeak of sorrow. Tears quickly formed in her eyes, and her lower lip began to quiver. Quickly, Carlos rushed to her side and grabbed her by the arms.

"Lilah-" He began to say.

"Let go of me," she said assertively, instinctively pulling away from him. His grip, however, tightened, although it was still gentle. They stared into each other's eyes for a moment, and he leaned in towards her face to kiss her. Their lips met for only a second before Lilah managed to push him off of her. "What the fuck are you doing?" she asked angrily, standing up from her chair. Wind blew at that very moment, blowing her short, curly brown hair away from her face. Her eyes were fierce as she stared at him.

"I'm sorry, Lilah. You just...reminded me of Alice." He said, hesitating for a slight moment before saying 'Alice'. A smile formed at the edges of Lilah's lips, but she looked none the happier.

"You and Alice were...?"

"From the moment I met her, I was in love with her." He said sorrowfully. "I know I sound pitiful, but you have to understand. I didn't mean to kiss you. Its just the memory of her, not you."

"Fine," she snapped, "But if you do it again..."

"I won't." Carlos said to her, although he still had a look in his eye that told her not to trust him.