Author Note: Another little story about our wonderful couple...but with a little twist! I don't own the characters but I sure wish I did because then I would have oodles of money and wouldn't be writing these little stories
This takes place during the RE:Extinction...after the fight in Vegas but before their escape in the helicopter :)
Please enjoy :) reviews are always welcome :) but I'm not scolding those who do not *wink*...
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Chapter Three
Alice could not believe she was doing this. Her plan was to get away from these people, it would be safer that way. Instead she was dragging them with her to the beast themselves in a last ditch effort to show she had a shed of humanity left inside of her. In these people's mind she was seen as a hero, in Alice's mind she was leading them to slaughter. This was going to be the end, and she was going to make sure it was going to end with a bang.
After she grabbed Carlo's attention once again, Alice detailed the plan she had swarming around her head. It might of been seen as a way to get back on Claire's good side, or maybe it was just so she was no longer beside herself with how the hell they were going to pull this off. Of course, as most good plans do, with a little tweaking they can become great plans. The first option was for Alice to go and get the helicopter and bring it back to the rest of them at Base Camp to avoid bringing anyone else to the bowels of Umbrella. That was quickly shot down by Carlos saying that, that was basically a suicide mission. Alice could not help but admit that it was.
Carlos however, did appeal to the idea of flying to their save Haven in comparison to driving there. Now that they had the gas tanker full with fresh gas from the left over Vegas pumps it could be utilized as a ticking time bomb. Of course, with a little assistance from the dynamite. Alice contemplated this as a good use of resources and distract either the guards or undead, whatever lay ahead of them at the Umbrella compound. Now the big, burning question had become...who was going to be the driver.
Of course Carlos volunteered, he had been bit by L.J. before he shot him between the eyes. He, himself was a ticking time bomb to becoming those that they fought against on a daily basis. It only made sense for himself to be the one to drive the truck. The moment that Carlos said that, the look on Claire's face, it was one of betrayal and hurt, it was so fierce that it even brought tears in the bottom of Alice's eyes. Even with Carlos now on borrowed time Alice refused to let this be his end. She was going to be the one driving the truck, she would make damn sure they could make it to Arcadia, all of them.
When Alice volunteered herself over Carlos that proposition was the straw that broke the camels back for Claire. She made an even bigger fuss, but not in the way that Alice had hoped for. Instead of begging and pleading her to not go, Claire yelled and screamed that Alice just wanted all the glory and that was why she was sacrificing herself. That alone confirmed in Alice's mind that Claire no longer felt anything for Alice, nothing except hatred and loathing. It confirmed that this plan needed to take place, that she needed to go on her own person vendetta and leave Claire, Carlos & there new bundle of joy behind.
Throughout all the pain, all the tears and all the protests Alice now sat in the drivers seat to the tanker truck. A bundle of dynamite was beside her with a long fuse. In her right hand was her trusty lighter that she had since her days back as a security agent for Umbrella. It even was engraved with there trusty logo that she could spot from miles away. It was her way of remember exactly how much she hated those assholes. her left hand was on the wheel and her foot was pedal to the metal, barreling through the barren dessert terrain right in the direct path of what she thought could only possibly a mirage. It was instead real, and it was also the largest hoard of zombies she had ever laid her eyes on.
Instead of veering to the left and right to avoid the undead road kill, Alice shifted the truck into high gear and went in head first. Decomposing heads were popping like balloons as they hit the trucks wide front end. Blood was speckling the windshield and front grill of the massive machine. She just imagined that each of those creatures, those beasts that did not deserve or ask for the fate that was bestowed upon them as being a worker bee of Umbrella, a loyal faithful companion to the company that destroyed the world, like a rabies infested pit bull. She flicked open the top of her lighter and struck her finger along the metal flint as an orange flame fluttered in the desert breeze. As she tore her eyes away from the massacre in front of her and lit the extra long fuse beside her.
Alice couldn't help but look in her review mirror to see the army truck and yellow hummer way back, keeping their distance since they were not sure as to how big this explosion was actually going to be. It was safe that way. Alice then shifted a large rock she had grabbed before getting into the truck and after a bunch of tearful good byes from K-Mart, Carlos and everyone else, besides Claire. She placed it on the gas pedal as she removed her own foot to keep the truck going on it's expected path. She glanced at the fuse and judged that now would be a good as time of any to get the hell out of the dodge.
Alice swung open the drivers door smashing it off a few undead heads along the way as she gripped the sides of the truck and took a deep breath, it was now or never. She jumped from the door frame, completing a dive roll in the air and tumbled across the desert ground, a normal person would have been dead. Thank-god for the experiments completed by Umbrella. She unsheathed her swords and began beheading the undead left, right and center as if she were chopping down vines in the Amazon rain forest. Another advantage to being a mutation, no loss of adrenaline.
What felt like eternity was really only one to two minutes before the tanker tipped to its side and scrapped across the ground, flattening the infected like pancakes until it stopped a few feet from the gate. About thirty seconds later a large bang reverberated throughout the remaining heard that flocked to the fallen motor vehicle wiping them to oblivion. Pieces of large metal shrapnel flew in all directions as Alice hit the deck to avoid the falling debris. She did not need a repeat of what happened in Raccoon City. Alice just happened to look up when a zombie took a swipe at her left arm with his disease infected hands and long broken fingernails. Quickly Alice decapitated it with the sword she had in her right hand and quickly got back up to her feet. She slashed and hacked her way through the undead until reaching the blown apart gate that by now the rest of the convoy had reached.
She watched as Claire ran to the helicopter and started to press buttons and flick switches to get this metal bird up in the sky. Alice reached them while Carlos and K-Mart were helping load some of the children onto the copter. Carlos looked up to see a blood streaked, smiling Alice running towards them with the red 'bible' in her hand.
"Alice! What the-" Carlos yelled to be heard over the loud helicopter.
"I'm not human remember!" Alice replied with a smile and shoved the red book into his hands, "Take this, you'll need it more than me."
"You're not coming with us?" K-Mart exclaimed as she held onto her hat as her long blonde hair whipped around her face as if to strangle her under the power of the helicopter blades.
Alice shook her head as she gave Carlos a final embrace smelling the undead gaining on them, "Take care of her while you still can, for the both of us." She whispered into his ear as K-Mart shoved him towards the helicopter.
Claire looked at Alice as tears welled in her eyes. The undead were approaching and they needed to leave now, before their window of opportunity. Even if Alice could, she had more important feats to take care of, all with one common denominator: Umbrella. Claire nodded her head as a professional good-bye as the copter soared higher into the air. Alice tried to look for as long as she could, even with the desert sand stung her eyes and she could smell the undead approaching quicker. Alice turned away from her born again family and looked to the right of the small building.
Sitting there, was a large, concrete ditch that ran along the far side against the at least twenty foot tall fence with barbed wire. Since nothing would surprise her, especially when it came to Umbrella. She walked close to investigate and that when the rage that was growing inside of her suddenly burst at the seams. It was bad enough what they did to the human race, it was worse what they did to her. However, cloning their precious "Project Alice" to kill in ways that were too vivid in her own mind of how her friends met their demise was beyond inhumane, was beyond scientific.
This war had just entered a whole new level...
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