This is extremely short, but I wanted to see if anyone was interested in this kind of story before I really began. Anyway, this is my first Resident Evil Fanfic, so please be kind :3
"All vitals are stable and within normal limits."
The man's eyes were fixated on the bright blue and white flashes of the transparent monitor, making sure not even the slightest problem would arise as they were about to commence the final stage of gestation, "Shall I begin the purging process?"
No answer came from his superior.
Perplexed from the lack of response, the man raised his head and peered over the transparent monitor to watch the Doctor's unwavering form. He stood with his back to him, in front of the suspended orb of clear fluid containing their most prized possession, appearing as though he didn't hear the requisition when in fact he was too transfixed on what was before him to answer.
The atmosphere became more and more tense in each passing second, and in hopes of breaking it, he called out once more.
"Doctor?"
The slightest of movements came from the man, his head turning slightly as he recognized the sound of voice. And finally, after a few more anxious moments, he began to speak.
"If this is to fail," he gravely started, still without moving from beside his project. The sound of defeat in his words was evident as he began to voice the concerns and fears of all those standing anxiously inside the underground facility, "We would have spent the last of our samples for nothing... The anti-virus, a weapon to sanitize the infected plaguing our mother Earth, will be near impossible to achieve."
With a shaky breath of uncertainty, the Doctor took one last moment to glance into the orb. He watched as the ripples and contours of the water danced around the naked body of their last hope: The mirror image, cloned form of a woman who was indeed of most importance but out of reach of their grasp. Instead, here before them they had what they needed in a younger body...
Project Alice Abernathy.
"Start the process."