Hey guys. This chapter was a fucking bitch (excuse my language) to write because of a certain scene. I sat in my chair for like two hours, pondering how to write it. I think I did a pretty decent job with it, as I sure as hell am not an expert in the field (lol). Please note, this might be my last chapter for about two weeks, because Friday (today), I am going on vacation, where I'll possibly be without internet access. But as always, I appreciate the many reviews I received for the last chapter, and as usual, keep em coming! Hit count has now increased to 7,297!! /END Long-ass Author Note\

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Extinction Eight

"Claire, these transmissions are the best signs of life we've seen in six months," Freddie said, looking through the notebook Alice had presented. Claire, Spencer, and the others were having a little meeting on their current situation.

"Alaska…!?" said Claire, voice slightly elevated.

"We have to check it out; we can't just ignore it," said Jill from the side of Spencer.

"Do you have any idea what kind of journey that would be?" Claire said again.

"Yep. A really fuckin' long one," L.J. commented.

"And at the end of it…what? You have no guarantee there's even anyone alive up there," retorted Claire.

"But Claire, these transmissions say--" Freddie began, but was cut off by Claire.

"They're dated six months ago. How many radio broadcasts have we responded to? How many times have we gotten there too late?" she said with a stern expression. Freddie looked down at the floor in response.

"The transmissions say that there's no infection up there. It's isolated. Safe," Alice decided to voice herself, looking at the others.

Claire frowned. "This convoy trusts us with their lives," she said, motioning to Spencer. "These people don't need pipe dreams."

Carly looked out from the back of the truck at the rest of the survivors. "Maybe that's exactly what they need," she said as Claire turned towards her. "I mean, look at them Claire. A year ago, there were sixty of us, then there were fifty of us, then forty, now there's less than thirty. They're starting to give up. They need it; some kind of hope."

Carlos nodded. Claire looked at everyone else in the truck, who were nodding their heads in agreement. Claire sighed deeply as she leapt out of the truck. She then called everyone over so she could talk to them all at once. Sam then leapt out of the truck, as did everybody else. Claire then stood up on the tailgate of the truck as the remainders of the convoy grouped together in front of Claire.

"We have a decision to make," Claire started. "And it's too big, it's too important for only me to make it for you. There's a chance that there are other survivors."

"Where?" asked Betty, who hadn't been part of the meeting.

"In Alaska. There is a chance," Claire put heavy emphasis on the word chance, "…that the infection hasn't reached that far. But we don't know for sure. Now we have a choice. We stay as we are… or we try for Alaska."

The rest of the convoy began to murmur amongst themselves.

"Raise your hand for Alaska," Claire said after a few seconds. One person raised their hand initially, but slowly, others began to raise their hands, until everyone had their hands raised.

"Alaska it is," Claire finally said. The convoy let out a small cheer as Carlos helped down Claire from the tailgate of the truck. Claire approached Alice, who was leaning against the truck. "I hope you're right," she said to Alice, whose expression didn't change.

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A few hours later, nightfall had fallen. Carly and Sam were in the back of the medical truck finally getting some much needed private time.

"So, uh, what's your story?" asked Carly, not really knowing what to say to her best friend, girlfriend, after not seeing her for god knows how long.

"Um, well… uh…" Sam didn't know where to start either, so she decided to start from the time she and Jill were first caught. Sam went through every event, including the meeting with the people who tried to con them. Sam boasted to Carly about how she drop kicked that one guy in the face, but Sam did leave out one major detail. She was afraid to tell Carly about her special "abilities", thinking that Carly wouldn't love her anymore.

"Wow," was all Carly could say.

"Enough about me; what happened to you?" Sam asked.

"Oh, well, it all started with this time we were in Louisiana…" Carly then proceeded to tell her side of the adventure. She told Sam of her first encounter with Spencer and Freddie, various places they had been, and other similar things.

"The whole time, though, my mind was only on one thing. Do you want to guess what that one thing was?" Carly asked, starting to tear up.

"What's that?" Sam asked, seeing Carly's face.

"You. I never stopped thinking about you," Carly choked out, fiddling with her necklace. "I nearly got myself killed twice, but even then, I couldn't stop thinking about you. You were in my dreams every night. You're the one who kept me going this whole time."

Sam nearly cried, seeing Carly spill her deepest thoughts, which were not about Carly herself, but Sam.

"I missed you to, damn it. Jill and I were looking for you the whole time, but we could never track you guys. I nearly left Jill because she wanted to stop looking for you guys a few months back." Sam said, recalling her own thoughts. Seeing how Carly had spilled her soul to her, Sam decided to tell Carly that one remaining detail.

"Carly… there's something else I need to tell you. Please don't hate me," Sam started nervously.

"Sam, I love you. I could never hate you," Carly stated, concerned about what Sam had say, "It's okay. Please tell me."

Sam sighed heavily as she started.

"Well, I can do certain… things that aren't normally possible."

Carly raised her eyebrows. "What do you mean?"

Sam didn't respond as she was concentrating heavily on a box of canned goods to Carly's left. After a few seconds, it rose into the air, where is stayed. Carly turned and saw this, hey eyes becoming the size of Texas. She then turned back to Sam, who just shrugged her shoulders.

"See what I mean?"

"H--how…?" Carly stuttered out.

"Alice said that Isaacs said I had the same abilities that she has. Increased strength, superior skills, and, obviously, telepathy," Sam finished, letting the box fall back to the ground.

"Oh…" Carly let out.

"You think I'm a freak now, don't you?" Sam said, looking away from Carly as tears began to run down her face.

An intense moment of silence followed, until Carly finally spoke.

"Hey, Sam." As the blonde turned to face the brunette, Carly took her hand and placed in on Sam's cheek and quickly leaned in and placed her lips onto Sam's. "No matter what happens, I could never think of you as a freak. You're beautiful, you know that?"

"Uh," was all Sam managed to say. Seeing Sam's surprised expression, Carly leaned in and kissed her once again. This time, the kiss wasn't just an innocent peck, but it was more urgent, as it was a matter of life and death. Quickly, their kiss grew, igniting the warmth within them as their blood pressure began to rise. Slowly, Carly began to move to her right as she began to lean over Sam.

More heat began to rise within the two girls as their kiss grew. Finally, Carly gained entrance to Sam's mouth, and she explored with her tongue, Sam also doing the same. Carly wasn't going to take any chances. She had lost Sam once already, and she didn't want to lose her ever again. If they were going to die in this alternate universe, she was going to give Sam the ride of her life. With that, determination in mind, Carly's hands began to roam underneath Sam's shirt as she began to explore the rest of her body. Pausing only for a second to remove their jackets, they then returned to their onslaught of kissing.

Sam also began exploring, putting her hands underneath Carly's shirt. This made the brunette jump slightly, but that quickly passed as she paused to remove her shirt. She grinned, seeing Sam's eyes go wide with what looked to be anticipation as she finished with her shirt. Sam also took the opportunity to remove her shirt, tossing it on the floor along with Carly's.

In her short sixteen year life span, Sam had never been felt or touched like this. The closest she had ever been to anything sex related was when she 'relieved' herself for the first time. Carly, in turn, was about the same way. The closest she had ever been was once with Freddie when they were making out, but it was sloppy and rushed. Carly was still a virgin, as was Sam.

After a while, Sam grew antsy, wanting to feel up Carly the way she was feeling her. Using one of her arms, Sam reach around to Carly's back and felt for the clip to Carly's bra. After some effort, she finally managed to get in unclipped. With her other free arm, Sam reached up and began to massage one of Carly's breasts. Carly in turn leaned her head back in pure bliss and moaned. Seeing her exposed neck, Sam leaned in and began to lightly suck at the base of Carly's neck.

"Hmmmm…" Carly moaned out. Hearing this, Sam became bolder with her movements. With her remaining hand, she managed to unbutton and unzip Carly's pants. Sam's hand traveled inside and grinded its way under Carly's cotton panties. But before she went all the way, Sam stopped and looked up at Carly.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" she asked, not wanting to force the issue, even though Sam herself wanted to so badly.

"Yes. Now shut up and fuck me," Carly responded quickly. Sam was surprised at Carly's dirty language, but she only found it more erotic as her fingers found Carly's most sensitive area between her legs, and she pressed herself against Carly, causing her mouth to open wide, taking in sharp breaths, closing her eyes as a sharp, ecstasy feeling ran throughout her body. Sam continued to press and run against Carly, and was pleased when she felt Carly's hand squeeze her own. Gradually, Sam used more pressure to give Carly more bliss, despite their awkward positioning.

"Fuck," Carly moaned loudly as her body jolted. After what seemed like a lifetime, Carly's body finally relaxed, as she leaned forward, both her and Sam falling to the floor.

"Jesus, Sam! Where did you learn that from?" Carly asked, still gasping for air.

Sam smirked. "I can read minds, you know. I just tuned in to what you wanted and delivered."

"God, you are a freak," said Carly.

Sam raised her eyebrow.

"My sex freak, that is," Carly finished, smiling wildly.

Sam laughed, her worried face fading. She looked at Carly and said, "Now, now missy, I've already done you. So now it's your turn to do me."

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Jill wondered around the camp with Freddie, looking for the girls. Claire had called a strategic meeting, and she thought she could use the girls input.

"Find them yet?" Jill said to Freddie as he approached.

"Nope," he responded, frowning.

Jill sighed. "Okay, you go on ahead. I'm gonna try and look in the truck. I'll meet you at the meeting in five."

"Aight," Freddie responded, taking off towards the fire that Alice had "made."

Jill then walked over to the truck, where the curtain was pulled forward, hiding what was inside. As she approached, she heard some noises coming from inside. Thinking that it was just Sam and Carly conversing, she opened up the curtain to speak to them, but stopped dead in her tracks once she opened it.

Sam and Carly were definitely "conversing" all right.

"Holy fuck!" Jill said, not able to contain herself.

Carly and Sam turned in surprise and tried to cover themselves up, blushing madly. Jill managed to shield her eyes before she caught too much of a glimpse. She knew these two were in love, but god damn!

"Shit, Jill, um… hi…?" stuttered Sam as she and Carly tried to cover themselves.

"Yea, uh, Claire's called a meeting, and she wants us there. So... get ready, and… uh, I'll be waiting outside," said Jill, still shielding her eyes as she turned away.

A few minutes later, a severely embarrassed Carly and Sam emerged from the truck (fully clothed) and approached Jill, too embarrassed to speak.

Jill smirked at their expressions. "Don't worry, your secret is sealed with me." Jill made a zipping motion across her lips as to emphasize. Carly and Sam sighed with relief.

"You guys were going at it like a fucking sailor on shore leave. Just make sure next time I don't ruin your party," Jill noted. "You guys were almost as bad as me and Spenc--" Jill cut herself off quickly.

"What was that?" Sam asked, stopping. She looked at Jill, who's shirt was wrinkled a bit, and her hair was messy. "You didn't…!"

"Fuck," Jill spat out, realizing that she had been caught.

"Oh my God!" Carly said, shocked. Sam laughed as Jill tried to hide her blush.

"Don't worry, your secret is safe with us," Sam said, smirking, doing the zipping motion on her lips.

"Touché," Jill said as they approached the fire, where Claire and the others were already discussing things. The three sat down as they heard Carlos speaking.

"The food's virtually gone and the truck's virtually running on empty," he said, frowning as he turned to Spencer.

"We've got a half a tank of gas in the news van, but that's it. L.J.?"

"Shit, we don't even got empty. We got enough for a hundred miles, tops," he cursed, turning towards Jill.

Jill just shrugged her shoulders. "We don't have shit."

Carlos unfolded a map as he began to speak. "Okay, if we're gonna make this journey, we'll need to resupply. There are our options," he pointed to a location on the map and continued, "The nearest, safest bet, is here."

Alice shook her head. "No, it's empty. We tried that," she said, looking at Jill and Sam, who nodded.

Carlos didn't look too happy. "Well, then, maybe we could try this…"

"Vegas."

Everyone turned towards Claire.

"It's the only place we're sure to find gasoline and supplies."

"Well there's a reason for that. Vegas is to damn dangerous," noted Carlos.

"Yea, that place is gonna be crawlin' wit' em' sons-uv-bitches," added L.J.

"We've drained every small town dry over the past year. We have to hit a big city," Claire finished.

"She's right. Vegas; it's our only bet," Alice said, agreeing with Claire. Alice looked at everybody else, who didn't look to happy, but agreed none-the-less.

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Isaacs typed away at a Sony Vaio laptop as he started up a voice masking program.

"We'll establish a positive identification…" the computer started the process of analyzing and copying the Chairman's voice to perfection. After a few minutes, the computer gave a confirmation notifying Isaacs that it was successful. Isaacs then began typing again.

The… committee… authorizes… immediate… action. Release… of… vehicles… and… personnel… under… command… of… Dr. Isaacs.

That's… an… order.

Isaacs smirked as he finished the commands, getting Wesker's voice down to the tee.