A/N: Hey yall! I'm gonna start off and state that I in no way, shape, or form own the Resident Evil series or its characters. Rosemary is definitely mine, though, and so is my plot. Hope this one tickles your fancy. Enjoy! And please comment as it helps me keep the writers block at bay!

Vacation-noun.
an extended period of leisure and recreation, especially one spent away from home or in traveling.

Nowhere in that entire definition does it say "get yanked out of bed, a face full of stinky cloth, and kidnapped". Nor does it say "be stripped naked in front of 50 other people and hosed down with fireman". Or "wrestled into a white jumpsuit and thrown harshly in a transparent cell with people ogling you."

I am angry and you can tell by my face. My lips are pressed into a line, my brows creased, and my complexion has turned as bright a red as my hair. My blue eyes are darting to each face around me as I squat in my cell, arms wrapped tightly around me. I scan for the faces of my friends, but they are nowhere in sight.

Everyone dressed like me is American, I notice. Some are coupled in cells, but stay far enough away from each other to conclude that they didn't actually know each other. Some people are crying, others yelling out for their loved ones.

The people who don't look like us stand outside the cells with clipboards and wear fancy white suits. Their tanned skin contrasts with the purity of their clothes and their hazel eyes look bored and tired, as if they'd been awake for a prolonged period of time. The two of them, a man and a woman who looked identical from the blonde hair to the pointy shoes, did and said nothing.

Fucking Damon, I thought to myself. I knew it was irrational and unfair to place the blame on him, but I needed a name to curse out at the moment. I wanted to go to Disney World, but he just had to chase Romeo and Juliet.

Disney was an evil fucker, but this was steadily topping waiting 2 hours in line for a ride. Italy was beautiful; sure, and the food was phenomenal, yeah...but I cannot wait to leave. But where are my friends?

I couldn't see them through all the glass and throngs of people. My hair dripped annoyingly on my socks. I wiggle my nose and stand up, tying my long hair into a knot at the back of my head. It was loose and wouldn't hold long because I had no elastic band, but it'd do for now.

I throw my fist against the thick glass. My hand screams at me but I don't break skin. The man twin eyes me dispassionately and turns around, flicks off the light, and walks out behind a sliding door. His sister was hot on his heels and we are left in hollow darkness.

I've no idea how much time has passed. Surely it had been hours we had been left alone. My stomach growled and I sigh heavily from my spot on the floor. We hadn't even been provided with beds or a bucket to relieve ourselves in. The room started to smell like pee after a while and after Id heard a woman whimper. Someone couldn't hold it.

Apparently I wasn't the only one who couldn't bring themselves to sleep. I heard whispers in my neighboring cells. Praying mostly. It seemed everyone had been separated from the ones they had came with. And most everyone had been asleep when the attack had happened.

"I was still up, needed a snack," a man boasted. His voice was loud and demanded to be heard, as if he was used to being the center of attention, and wouldn't have it any other way. "They came in like a SWAT team and snatched up my wife and son! I can still hear them screaming...

"I said 'do you know who I am? I am Andrew Northam! I'll have you all arrested!' But they didn't listen." He tapered off into a dramatic sob. Of course...he was a politician. A senator for the states.

Another man I couldn't see responded to him. "I was in bed, but I woke up long enough for them to put the cloth on me. I watched them drag my boyfriend away. Oh my wife is going to kill me."

I stayed quiet, huddled in my corner, and fought the urge to chuckle. Nothing was funny about the situation, but the people could be hilarious. I debated trying to find a way to open the door, but my last attempt had be fruitless. There wasn't even a door handle. Only a small keypad on either side of the door.

I could try and smash it, but what if it only locked me in? I knew nothing about electronics. All I can do is wait.

Another long while passes. My eyes have well adjusted to the dark, thus making the light from the door opening blinding. It sends a shooting pain through my eyes and I wince away. Someone walks in and their shoes click on the floor. The key pads on both sides of my cell light up a bright, deep blue. There's some beeping, the light turns green, and then an air lock exhales as the door slides open.

The shoes tap closer and the form of the person kneeling before me is illuminated as she lights up her tablet. Its the female twin from before. She looks better rested. Her blonde hair tied up in a tight bun that seemed to force her face into a hideous lift. Her coral painted lips press together and then part for her tongue to glide across her front teeth. Her hazel eyes meet my blue ones.

"You'll do," she says in a thick Italian accent. Her short, clean nails tap on the screen of her tablet and she stands up, wrapping a hand around my bicep and taking me with her.

I didn't even struggle; just pushed myself to my feet and stumbled after her. The woman leads me out of the room and into that bright hall. I was blinded again, tripping over my own feet and tugged around like a rag doll. Another door opened and the my eyes adjusted again to see I was being led through more glass cells.

The hall she led me down was long, with six cells on either side of us, for a total of twelve compartments. Someone's muffled yelling caught my attention to my right as I walked past. My friends Damon, Sara, and Ebone' were in one of those cells and beating on the thick glass.

"Rose!"

They yelled my name as Damon threw his muscular body against the door. "Damon," I exclaimed and started to struggle against my captor. She grunted and I yanked away, managing to break free and throw myself towards my friends. I couldn't get in, but my mind wasn't processing that right now.

"Can I get some help here," the female twin yelled from behind me. She tried to grab ahold of me again, but my elbow came up and I nailed her hard in the face. I felt more than heard the cartilage in her nose crunch.

My body collided hard with the glass. My hand came up to meet Damon's larger one and I let the tears fall. "This is so fucked," I choke. I had always had a crush on Damon, and right now, looking into his cerulean eyes filled with fear for maybe the first time ever...my heart felt like it stopped.

Ebone' was next to him. Her dark eyes filled with unshed tears and her usually flawless black hair was messy. Her dark skin looked hollow and lacked its usual luster. Her cheeks were wet from her own tears.

Sara is Damon's little sister and looked just like him. Black hair that usually was shiny and naturally wavy. Blue eyes that were almost always unwavering, but looked so broken now. She was huddled on the floor, tears free flowing down her cheeks and her knees pulled up to her chest.

Arms wrapped around my midsection and yanked the same moment my friends started yelling again. I was lifted off my feet, kicking and screaming, and hauled away.

"Damon! Damon!"

The door slammed, closing me off from my friends. My fingers clawed the air as the man who had picked me up threw me down into a metal chair. Metal bindings latched around my ankles and wrist. The woman came back and my chest was bound with a tight leather belt as well. I thrashed uselessly and screamed like a feral animal.

And then it was lights out moments after something pricked me in the back of my neck.