Chapter Three: Bring Me To Life

"Come on. Wake up. Wake the fuck up, woman. C'mon."

Alice heard a familiar voice in her ears, ringing through her head. At first it was foggy, muted almost, but as her consciousness regained power, it became clear as day. The sandy blonde licked her lips, eyes slowly opening. She had a salty taste on her tongue, and she felt like she was soaking wet. She looked up and blinked at the woman before her. She knew the face, but she couldn't speak. Lips moved, but nothing came out. Rain shifted her hold on the other woman and sat her up.

"Hey. What's my name? What's your name?" The blonde simply blinked, staring blankly back at the commando. Rain sighed in frustration and looked her dead in the face as they sat against the back of an abandoned building. She had just spent a hell of a lot of bullets getting her way in and out of the Detroit lab, and now the woman couldn't even speak? "What the hell did they do to you?" Rain said, mostly talking to herself. She put a hand on Alice's shoulder, and she jerked upright, eyes widening.


"My…my name…my name…my name is Alice…"

"She speaks." Rain smirked with a low chuckle. Alice still looked dazed and confused. The commando sat back more relaxed against the cold concrete wall. She knew Alice would be all right now. Her memory would be slow, but surely it'd come back. Rain held her grin. Slowly, Alice stopped looking like a deer caught in the headlights, and she shivered in the duster coat Rain had found for her. She began to grin a little bit, and her face began to colour again.

"You get laid yet?" Alice's voice was raspy, and harsh from lack of use. Rain began to laugh. Of all things, Alice had to ask that.

"Nah, not yet. But it'll happen on of these days. Come on. Let's help you up, and I got you some clothes to put on." Rain dug around in a grey back pack and pulled out some shorts and a few thin shirts. "It's not much but better than what you got now." Alice took what she had, and shakily stood to her feet, using the wall as her support. She dressed, and had to admire the outfit. It felt kind of right. A duster coat, cargo shorts, a tank top, and button up shirt over that.

"This some kind of joke?" Alice held an amused look in her eye. "I feel like a goddamn cowboy."

"Hey, it was all I could find. Stop complaining." Rain argued playfully. "Not that I would mind the view with just the towel."

"Really now?" Alice chuckled, lightly punching the brunette in the shoulder.

"Yeah really." Rain then pulled her ever apparent Mp5k from her back, and slid the lever forward, loading the submachine gun. She appeared to have several magazines worth of ammunition on her belt. Her hair was still down, going to her collar bone in black waves. She still had a black tee shirt, but had found black fatigues with pockets, also packed with ammo. Her scar on her left arm had healed over, leaving a dark, jagged line down her forearm in the shape of a badly drawn lightning bolt. The last thing Alice put on were a pair of leather lace up boots that went up almost to her knee. She crouched to tie them up and slowly stood. She felt a little sore, stiff, and had a pain in the middle of her chest. She didn't remember much after the helicopter crash, but she figured that it had been gruesome. Rain appeared to still walk with a bit of a limp favouring her right leg. Alice noticed too as they began to walk through the streets of Detroit that the ex-Umbrella soldier had a scar across her brow as well.


"Rain…what happened after we got in the helicopter?" Rain kept looking forward, taking point as they moved south. She wanted to get the hell out of the city, and away from any of the infected.

"The explosion from the nuke sent it crashing. I don't think Angie or her father made it."

"And me?"

"You were dead."

"What?"

"You were dead, but then some fucking British guy was lookin' for you, so I waited, followed him, then went in while later, and rescued you." She turned around a corner, and then kicked in a door to a camping, and sport store.

"They…brought me back? Why?"

"Like I know." Rain grabbed a combat shot gun, shoving it into Alice's hands. The blonde took it in the holster, and slung it over her back. The pair continued down the aisles.

"I…" She paused again as Rain handed her two silver Nite Tac pistols from a rack, as well as ammo. Their fingers met and Alice's eyes widened. Flashbacks from everything from waking up in the shower, to the Hive, to the train, Spence, and the Red Queen went through her mind like a movie.

"Alice?"

"I…I remember everything."


It was around eight at night when the two women had finally gotten far out enough in the Michigan countryside to avoid majority of the infected undead in the cities. Houses were few and far in between, some being up to two miles apart. Rain's leg was getting to her, even though the wound had healed up, roughly with her own stitches being cut a few days prior. She hoped she wouldn't have to do it again. They weren't her forte. Alice had kept close, still dazed from her experience of waking up after actually, being legally dead. It was hard to get over. It was starting to get dark, and Rain knew that it wouldn't be wise to keep going. Over the past two weeks, all hell had broken loose in the US. It wasn't safe to venture alone, but it wasn't safe to stay in big cities. The pair continued walking up the shoulder of the paved road, until Alice put a hand out on Rain's shoulder.

"What?"

"Come on. This place is the only one for miles, Rain. We should stay in the house. We can rest up." Rain quirked one brow and then turned down a gravel driveway, raising her gun again. Alice took out the shot gun as opposed to the pistols on her thighs. The farm house was average size, red bricked. There was a barn, but no animals were left. It looked like it had been abandoned way before the T-Virus outbreak, with broken fence rails, dried pastures with unkempt grass, and a barn door hanging off the wall with just one hinge attached. Rain kicked in the door with her left leg, cringing with the extra weight on her right. She turned on the flashlight and looked around. Alice followed, taking the right side, into the living room. She didn't feel that there was anything in there, but it was obviously wise to check it out anyway. Rain took the upstairs, and five minutes late she was back downstairs. She sighed as she flopped down into the couch, slouching, and legs apart. Alice slung the shot gun back into its holder, and joined Rain.


"How's the leg?" Alice asked. Rain shrugged in silently reply, kicking her feet up onto the coffee table.

"It's fine."

"You sure? You've been limping all day."

"It's fine." Rain replied sternly, and another moment she was up on her feet again. "What now?"

"Uh we should maybe secure the place just in case?" Alice suggested. Rain shrugged, looking around the place. "Just a thought."

"Maybe. Let's go check out that barn."


A/N: Short, uneventful chapter is short ish, but this is to hold you over while I write the next one, which I PROMISE is much more...exciting than the last. ;) Trust me on that.

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