Violent Moon
Carlos blankly stared into the sandy, hot terrain. Above him, the sky was a bleached white color. The ground he was on was scorching his leg, but he paid no attention. His hot tears flooded his face, and all around him he could feel pain and hate. Black birds swooped down at him, but he simply ignored them. Not one of them pecked at him anyway.
If only Alice was here.
From every direction, he could hear screams that tore through all other sounds. After losing his concentration for a moment, he suddenly regained focus.
"Carlos!" Claire yelled at him in frustration. "Shoot them!" The former Umbrella agent began to fire at the horde of infected crows with his small pistol. For a few minutes, hundreds of birds dropped down, dead. Someone behind him, probably Mikey, began to use the flamethrower that was attached to one of the vehicles. Above him, he saw a hundred or so crows go up in flames, but it just only left a dent in the giant swarm of birds. A few moments passed, and Carlos began to lose all hope. Suddenly, it was as if the whole damn sky went up in flames. The color of the world was not anymore a sandy color. No. Now everything, the ground, the faces of his comrades, even his own thoughts, were baked into a bloody, soupy red color. Carlos turned around slowly, only to see a familiar face…Alice. It was as if a thousand mirrors had broke; as if the ground beneath him had dropped, and he was floating in midair.
Millions of ash flakes slowly floated to the ground, burning anything that touched them. For a moment, Carlos was tempted to stick out his tongue and taste one of the deathly flakes, as if it had been a snowy Christmas. Only, it would've burnt his mouth. And he hadn't had a real Christmas in six years.
So their she is. She must've heard my wish.
Alice stood there underneath the boiling sky, only paying attention to killing every last damn crow. Her dilated eyes shone beneath the blood red sky, illuminating her dark face.
Seconds later, everything stopped, and the sky went back to its regular, bleached white color.
"Alice." Carlos whispered softly. He could see her uneasiness, and made his way across the soft ground to her. She fell, but somehow, he managed to catch her. Carlos crouched down with the young bio-weapon in his muscular arms, and kissed her on the head.
Its about time she came back.