Chapter Five

Paying Respects

Jill's eyes widened as she looked at Alice in confusion and fear. Not long after finishing the sentence, the young woman began walking out to the SUV, ignoring the choppers and grabbed some guns from the back.

"How did they turn?" Carlos asked as he walked to the car followed by Jill and LJ. "It didn't have to do with you, did it?"

"Those choppers just released the t-virus into the air, letting it get into all the bodies," Alice said strapping up with weapons and ammunition. "They needed them dead before they could do it, so they used me for that."

Jill continued to watch as Alice loaded her guns. It was obvious that she was going after the undead. Valentine didn't see any zombies, but if Alice had said they were there, they were there. She recalled the rarity of Alice being wrong back in Raccoon, especially when she told Peyton nod to go down that ally. If he'd listened to her, he might have survived. Jill would never go against Alice's judgment, but going after all of these zombies was ridiculous and a waste of time.

"Why are you bothering going after them," Carlos asked.

"Because they died at my hands," Alice replied. "I owe them that much."

"We can worry about cleaning up the mess, after we destroy Umbrella," Jill said trying to convince her. "What if they can take control over you again."

Alice didn't reply to Jill, instead she started down the street. Jill just smirked and waved for the others to go back into the house. She knew that if Alice had her mind set on something, there was no use in changing it.

"Don't we need weapons," LJ asked when Jill began to open the door. "What if some of them things get past her?"

"Don't worry," Jill replied. "None will."

LJ looked to Carlos who nodded for him to follow. The two entered the house behind Jill. The ex-cop walked into the kitchen and went through the cabinets, searching for something to fill her empty stomach. Whoever's house this was, they were obviously some kind a weight watcher or super model wannabe. All Jill found was diet drinks, which she couldn't stand, and low fat food. LJ must've got the only non-diet drink, damn him. Finally, Jill saw a pack of Oreos and yelled in joy, causing Carlos and LJ to come running into the kitchen thinking she was in trouble.

Meanwhile, Alice was walking down the street when she encountered her first Warner zombie. She didn't remember this one, and she took little time trying to as she put a bullet in its head. All down the street they were coming, but not one of them was paying any attention to her. Of course they weren't, since she had been infected with the t-virus, only she had a different result. One by one she shot them or snapped their necks. It was the only apology that she could offer to the people those megalomaniacs made her slay. Then there came one she remembered well, the guy with the shot gun. She could tell it was him by his awfully mutated body. Damn, she really had torn him up good, a little too well for her liking, so she gave him the luxury of a bullet and continued walking down the street.

Back in the house, the others were discussing how and when to try to take out Umbrella. They all knew Alice was the answer, but the discussion was how to use her against them. Use was the key word that Jill didn't like using. Alice had been used too much for the benefit of others and Jill wanted that changed. She wanted Alice to make it through this and forget all of this. She wanted Alice to forget that she met Carlos, LJ, Angie, and her in a zombie infested city, and to say she met them at the movies are something. She wanted her to pretend Umbrella never existed, and she and Carlos worked for S.T.A.R.S along with her back in Raccoon. She wanted the only time she had to shoot a gun to be at target practice. If only Alice could ever feel these things, Jill would be satisfied. Suddenly, Jill was brought back to reality and back into the potential planning.

"But what if Umbrella can control her again, then what?" Carlos asked. "They could tell her to do anything they want, and I believe she is highly capable of doing almost anything."

"Then it's over, right?" LJ asked. "If they got the power to do that shit to her again, and they tell her to kill us, we gone die."

"Not necessarily," Jill replied. "I compare this thing that they've done to Alice with the situation with Matt. He couldn't take dominance over Nemesis, until he was in a situation where he could've killed Alice. Get me? Maybe, just maybe if Alice is faced with killing us she can fight her way out of the thing they made her into."

Carlos looked over the idea. It was a pretty good idea, but it wasn't guaranteed to work. Jill knew herself that it kind of sucked, but what was a good plan now. They knew nothing about what Umbrella had done to Alice after they recovered her, accept that she had been tempered with once more.

"Why don't we just get far away from this place, away from Umbrella, and study Alice a little more," Jill suggested.

"But how are we gone do that," LJ asked. "We ain't no doctors."

Jill looked up at LJ with her eyes and mouth widened. That was possibly the smartest thing that had ever come out of his mouth.

"That's it!" Jill yelled standing up. "We kidnap one of the doctors from Umbrella and beat the crap out of him until he helps us. We'll just go into one of the smaller corporation buildings and take one hostage. It can't be too hard."

"I like it," Alice said entering the door.

She hadn't been gone long at all but since it was Alice, it probably didn't take that long to dispose of the undead. She removed all of her weapons and ammo and threw them on the couch.

"All taken care of," she smiled.

"You need to eat or drink something?" Carlos asked. "You haven't seemed to have an appetite lately."

Alice just shook her head. She was beginning to think she would never get one. Maybe the corporation made it so she wouldn't have to.

"When are we putting this plan into motion?" Alice asked.

"I'd rather tomorrow, if that's okay with you," Jill replied. "I'm really too tired to do anything else tonight."

"Me too," the guys both added.

Alice nodded to them. Not even in Raccoon did she ever feel the least bit tired. It had to be another doing of the corporation. The others had figured this out too and hated to make Alice think they were slowing them down by snoozing.

"I don't need to sleep long," Jill informed Alice. "I just need enough to rest a little."

"No, it's fine," Alice said to all of them. "You all just sleep as long as you want. I'm just gonna watch the news and count how much stuff I see that Umbrella's covering up."

"Can we pick numbers, and whoever's closest gets to punch the doc the most tomorrow?" Jill asked lying down on the couch while Carlos and LJ went in the two bedrooms. "Yes, I'm a couch person, and don't look at me like that."

Alice grinned and flipped through the channels as Jill dazed off on the couch. She smiled when she saw the two newest hot topics in the news, Jill Valentine and Carlos Olivera, both wanted for questioning by the FBI. Then the smile faded when she saw a familiar face begin speaking. It was that bastard Isaacs.

"We are completely shocked that these two would blame this on us," Isaacs was quoting. "Many people lost their lives due to the plant explosion, and there are making it a laughing matter. After all, why would Umbrella destroy their largest corporation buildings that rested in Raccoon? It's just ridiculous."

Alice quickly turned the TV off before she resulted in blowing in up. She hated Isaacs. She could envision doing many agonizing things to him, which she would eventually get her chance to do. Never again would she let him get the chance to control her again ... never.

Author's Note: Yes, I survived Ivan. It was great. My power didn't even go out. It didn't even rain. The wind blew hard though. The only problem is my yard's a mess, so I may get ch6 up tomorrow, but if not them I promise it'll be Friday. You guys keep reviewing and good look to the writer's in Mississippi, Florida, and especially Alabama who Ivan is ripping through right now.