Author Note: Some of the timeline will be off for this one, but I was not planning on following the script of Resident Evil but instead using the characters you all love and making my own story line. Please, enjoy, be courteous, & review (I do take constructive criticism ). I will try my best to do the same for you.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Characters, but a girl can dream right?
Without further adieu…here comes Chapter Two
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Update Oct-9-2015: As I prepare to add more to Calm Before the Storm I figured I should go back and look over what I posted almost two years ago to the story that started it all. This way I can make some editorial changes while also refreshing my memory on what things I left off with in the end.
Chapter Two
-Claire-
Claire took the short steps up to the Bridge. She turned the wheel to the door and pushed it open, the metal squeaking as it went. The noise alerted her brother, Chris, who was at the helm. He turned and nodded at his sister before looking back down at the charts laid out in front of him. The bridge was wide and long, especially for a ship this size. All the controls were computer programmed which was great since none of them knew how to navigate a boat. Claire approached the large, slanted windows looking out at the wide ocean in front of them. Bullet holes decorated the glass in crisscross patterns, scars from their latest battle with Umbrella. The bridge over looked the bow, with an unobstructed view. Down below pockets of black ash spotted the deck as survivors, all dressed in their grey and white jump suits were cleaning the debris off the deck and dumping it overboard into the ocean.
"What are our bearings?"
Chris looked up from his map, "Just past the Gulf of California. Next up will be Mexico. We should be there by midnight tonight." He explained. His military navigational training being put to good use. "We should make port and radio for survivors see if we have any luck."
Chris walked over to Claire's hunched over frame, still gazing out at the blue water and clean-up patrol down below.
"What's that frown for?"
Claire turned, looking at her brother. "Nothing, I'm glad we're making progress. The damage done to the ship from our last encounter with Umbrella pushed us back a few days."
"Not to mention, we have no crew." Chris stated, crossing his arms.
"Yeah, that too." Claire reasoned, resting her back against the control panel.
"Speaking of, where is Alice?"
"Sleeping." Claire replied as she walked away from the chart table and took a look at the gauges on the ship's console, starting intently at meters, doing anything to avoid her brother's death stare.
Chris raised an eyebrow, "Sleeping?"
"Yeah, you know that thing you do when you're tired."
He got up and stood across from Claire, his bicep muscles bulging under his t-shirt. "In whose bed?" He quipped.
Claire looked up, wide eyed, "Excuse me?" She retorted, her voice two octaves too high.
"Oh come on Claire it's no secret about you two." He smiled, "Actually, I'm happy for you both. You were lucky to find love in the time of destruction." The frown appeared again on his sister's lips. "There's that frown again, what's on your mind Kiddo?"
Claire knew that when he called her 'kiddo' it was his invitation for some quality sibling bonding time.
"Alice..."
"I knew it!" Chris interrupted. "I need to collect my winnings from Luther-."
"No Chris." Claire replied. "She has nightmares, memories from her past. Umbrella did something to her, and she thinks this is all her fault." She explained wiping her eyes before the tears began to show.
"This?" He said pointing outside. "The death of the human race? She thinks she did this?"
Claire huffed and turned, heading back to the door. "I knew I shouldn't have said anything. This is serious Chris, you don't see the pain in her eyes, feel her tossing and turning in the middle of the night..."
"No, because I am not the one sleeping with her." Chris retorted.
"Pathetic." Claire replied and opened the door. "Tell me when we've made port." she called, slamming the door shut behind her.
-Alice-
Alice opened her eyes, the room now completely bathed in sunlight. She turned onto her side, cowering under the covers to try and escape back into darkness. Claire was gone, had been gone for almost an hour now. In the past thirty minutes, Alice was finally able to get some sleep, but a few of the younger shipmates thought otherwise. She moaned groggily as someone climbed across the bed. She groaned louder as the pillow was ripped from under her head, squinting in the bright lights, recognizing the blonde who was nose to nose with her.
"Five more minutes." Alice gargled almost incoherently.
"Alice you said that thirty minutes ago." The young girl whined. When she did not get a response she smacked her on the face with the pillow "Alice!" She squealed as Alice moved with her cat like reflexes and pinned her down at her legs beginning to tickled her.
"What's going on here?" Claire's sounded from the door.
Alice grabbed the young girl squeezing her tightly to keep her in place. "Seems like we have a bed bug." She stated with a smile.
"So it seems." Claire replied approaching the bed.
"Claire, Claire please, I beg you, help me." The young girl giggled.
Claire put her hands on her hips, "You got yourself into this mess K-Mart. What makes you think I will help you?"
"Please, please I beg you I will do anything," She looked at her captor. "Alice anything!" She pleaded with a sweet smile.
Alice and Claire exchanged smiles. There was one duty on this ship that everyone also groaned over when it was assigned to them. The main chores were always delegated to the crew, meaning Alice, Claire, Luther, Chris and K-Mart. They rotated on a daily basis to make the work load more equal until more of the survivors could be trusted to take on some of the work. This chore was perfect for K-Mart, she loved being around people, their resident social butterfly being one of the few teenagers aboard.
With the decline of currently society, meal time has become more of a war zone than a civilized eating establishment. When all of the survivors get together they are worse than pigs rolling around a mud pit. It would take two people an hour to do the job. For K-Mart, it should take her the better part of the afternoon.
"Lunch duty." They said in unison as the teen stopped struggling.
"Not fair!" K-Mart protested. She looked from one adult to the other hoping one of them would have forgiveness. "Alice requested me to come and wake her up!"
Claire raised an eyebrow, "Is this so Miss Abernathy?"
Alice shrugged, "I did, but not the first two times she did this and wasn't caught."
"Well, that settles it then. And K-Mart, you did say anything." Claire replied with a smile.
K-Mart struggled back to her feet, narrowing her eyes from one woman to the other, "This is a Dictatorship!" She exclaimed. She stomped off towards the door, her shoulders pushed up and head down. "You still have to help me with my project you know." She stated sternly.
"I know and I will, I promise." Alice replied and waved her hand to shoe to teen away. "Go, before I make you spit shine my boots too."
K-Mart smiled and left, her blonde ponytail bouncing. Claire looked from the door to Alice who was sitting upright and still wrapped in the covers. She always loved seeing Alice as her real self. Tousled hair, bare skin, true emotion glimmering in the sunlight.
"What was all that about?" Claire asked joining Alice on the edge of the bed.
"You'll see in due time." Alice replied, stretching her arms as the covers unraveled around her naked body.
"Alice."
"Come on Claire, we have rounds to make."
- Survivors -
"Are you sure that is what you heard?" One of the men asked their messenger.
A small group had converged in his stateroom, a few decks below where the crew slept. This was the only way they could be discreet without arousing suspicion. Seven burly men, all dressed in matching white smocks that Umbrella had placed them in, sat in a circle. It took up the two single beds and a few makeshift chairs from discarded crates. They had a board propped up against the door to avoid unwanted visitors, the curtains shut shielding out the sunlight. There was a small, makeshift table of a piece of plywood on a crate in the middle with paper outlining their plan.
"I am positive. The blonde said she was infected." The messenger replied as mumbles and groans muffled throughout the small room. "She said it was Umbrella, that she worked for them before they experimented on her, cloned her." He explained.
One of the men shook his head, "We can't trust her, not if she's infected." Another round of mumbles and head bobbing in approval.
"We need to eliminate her before the infection spreads." Another stated, their mutterings becoming louder.
"This is Arcadia, a safe haven for what remains of the human race. We are free of infection! We need to defend what is rightfully ours!" Another screamed, rallying a call of agreement from the rest.
"What are we to do?" The messenger asked, hopping nervously from one foot to the other.
"We need a plan, take out the threat before it's too late." Their leader, the one who sat in the middle of the circle proposed. "She is one of our leaders, we trusted her with our very lives."
"Yes, but how?" Another rebel piped up.
"We have some recognizance to do before we put a plan into action gentlemen. She will be doing her rounds with that red headed woman soon, they always walk around the ship mid day. We must adjourn until nightfall." Their leader replied as a circle of nods was exchanged.
"For Arcadia!"
"Arcadia!"
T.B.C...
