Terry's eyes opened. Everything was black at first, then slowly forms began to take shape. She soon realized that she was still alive and that she had been taken to another room. 'How on earth did I survive?' thought the perplexed young woman. She sat up and noticed that she was wearing a black jacket on top of the lab coat that Chris had given her. Terry observed her new surroundings and noticed that she was in a lounge which included a small round table and a few lockers. She also quickly realized that she wasn't alone. Terry noticed a tall blonde man peering out of the window of the door. The young woman recognized him immediately. "Allan?" she asked. He turned around and smiled. Terry was amazed at how he still made her heart flutter. "You're finally awake," noted Al, who walked over to her and asked, "are you alright?" "What the hell are you doing here?" she inquired. Al sat down next to her. "I came here for you," he stated. Al attempted to touch her shoulder but Terry moved away from him. "Well, you don't need to be here; I was just fine without you," responded the young woman. She continued to spew her bitterness. "You should just leave; you're good at that." Al took a deep breath. "Darling," he began, "leaving you was the biggest mistake of my life. In all honesty, I left because I was afraid of what I was feeling. I never expected to fall in love with you." Terry was taken aback by his revelation, and attempted to regain her composure. "Well," began the brunette, "that still doesn't excuse your leaving me." "I would like to begin to make up for it," suggested Al. "I know you've been infected with the X-Virus, and I want to help you to cope with it." "Cope with it?" inquired Terry. "What do you mean?" "Your infection does not mean that you'll become something like those monsters out there. You will be able to retain your intelligence and your memory, and you'll also gain immunity against the T-Virus that spawned those creatures," promised the blonde man. "How can you be sure of this?" asked the young woman, still unsure of her former lover. Al looked down at the floor. "Because I am also infected," he explained. Terry's eyes widened in shock. "What?" she exclaimed. "It's a virus that is the predecessor to X," explained Al. "I've been infected for a while now, since before we even met. I once thought the virus destroyed my capacity to experience emotions. You proved me wrong," continued Al, smiling slightly at Terry with this last sentence. "My God, Al," replied Terry softly, still in shock. The blonde man took her hand. "I want you to come with me now so that we can begin treatments to ensure that your intelligence and memory remain unaffected," he requested. After some thought, Terry agreed to go with her former lover. As they were preparing to leave the lounge, however, Terry remembered Chris. "Wait," said the young woman, releasing her grip on Al's hand. "What is it?" replied the blonde man, turning to her. "There's someone who's still here; he's searching the facility to find a cure for me. Al, we have to find him," pleaded the brunette. Al was undeterred. "Terry, there's no time," he explained. "I have to get you out of here now. Besides, I'm sure that he can take care of himself." Al noticed Terry's saddened expression and responded, "look, I promise that I'll look for him once I get you to safety, but we must go now." Terry agreed to the deal and began to follow Allan.
Terry and Al ran through several hallways without much difficulty. However, the two entered a narrow corridor and noticed a zombie blocking the other door. Al readied his gun and immediately fired when the unusually fast monster approached him. The zombie subsequently collapsed to the floor, neutralized. Terry, still disturbed by the concept of the T-Virus, looked down at the felled creature as she began to walk past it. She stopped and sank to her knees beside the zombie, letting go of Al's hand in the process. He turned around and noticed Terry on the floor. He kneeled down next to her. "What's wrong?" he inquired. "Paul, no…" Terry said quietly. "I'm sorry, Terry," stated Allan. The young woman then looked up at him as he took her hand. "There's nothing you can do for him, but I'm sure he would have wanted you to be safe," stated Al. She looked at her former comrade once more as Al led her to the next room.
Al and Terry entered what appeared to be another lounge. This time, only a table, four chairs and a broken vending machine were present. As Al conducted a thorough search of the room for any danger, Terry leaned against a wall and collapsed to her knees, stricken with grief and shock. Al turned around and kneeled beside her. "Terry?" he asked. "I can't…I just can't…" she replied, beginning to sob, which in turn prompted Al to touch her. Terry pushed herself away from him, experiencing a mixture of confusion concerning Al and sadness over Paul. She was ashamed that she wanted Al to touch her. Almost able to read her mind, Al moved towards the young woman and wiped a tear from her face. His touch caused a chill to ripple down her spine. Terry was unsure if she could resist him any longer. The brunette almost wished for a monster to barge into the room in order to avoid this seduction. Even after being devastated by the sight of man with whom she wanted to start over, she could not help herself from falling in love with Allan. "Al, don't leave me," she said desperately. "I never will," he replied, and soon after, they were engaged in the most passionate kiss they had ever experienced.
Instinctively, Terry began to take off Al's shirt. The blonde man stopped her. "Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked. "Let's pretend we're human, if only for a while," she responded. They kissed again as they continued to remove each other's clothing. Completely naked, the two lovers began to caress each other; Al relentlessly teased Terry's breasts, causing her nipples to become fully erect while the young brunette rubbed her lover's already hardening member with her hand. Once the two lovers were fully aroused, Al helped Terry to her feet. Swiftly, he pushed various documents and folders off of the table in the center of the room and threw Terry onto the table somewhat roughly. The young woman looked up at her lover as he leaned closer to her and put her arms above her head, trapping them with his hand. The blonde man used his other hand to guide his member toward Terry's moist entrance. He slowly pushed his entire length inside of her, causing the young woman to release a soft moan. After a few moments of moving slowly in and out of his young lover, Al began to quicken his pace. He also moved more forcefully, causing Terry's moans to evolve into screams. The intense pleasure caused her mind to go blank. All she could manage was random spurts of "Oh God," "Al," and "fuck me."
Wanting to overwhelm Terry even more, Al multiplied her pleasure by caressing her breasts once again, all the while maintaining his motion and restraining her hands. She arched her back, delirious from the ecstasy and having lost her grip on her sanity. All of her fear and melancholy dissolved in the overwhelming pleasure; all of her thoughts were drowned out by her continuous moans and screams. Al himself was succumbing to the intensity of the experience as he began to feel the pressure that signaled that he was approaching orgasm. Breathing heavily, Al closed his eyes and slightly relaxed the muscles in his back, attempting to enhance his own experience. After several more thrusts, Terry's body began to shake violently. Her orgasm was too intense for Al to handle. The blonde man squeezed his eyes shut as he was rocked by his own explosion. After a few precious seconds, Terry began to regain her control. She looked at her lover and pulled him closer to her. After being consumed by such an intense passion, the two lovers could only manage to kiss each other weakly. Terry held her lover in her arms as they recovered.
After the world had stopped spinning around them, the two lovers slowly began to get up. Al helped Terry off of the table then walked over to the pile of clothing that they had left and handed the young woman the lab coat and the jacket that she had been wearing. Once they were both fully dressed and ready to leave the room, Al turned to Terry and gently placed his hands on her shoulders. "I promise I will do all I can to protect you," stated the blonde man. "I believe you," responded the young woman. "Come on, let's get out of here," suggested Al with a smile. They headed for the door but were stopped in their tracks when they heard the sound of deep growling nearby. After some moments of silence, Al turned back to Terry. "I'll go check out what that was. Here, take this and wait for me here," said Al, handing her a gun. Terry looked at Al with some worry. "Wait, don't leave me alone," she commanded. "I think it's best if you remain here. I promise, I'll be back soon," stated Al, who then smiled. "Besides, you have my gun and my jacket." Terry could not help but smile in response. Neither wanted to end the moment, but there was no other choice. Al kissed the young woman once more and repeated his promise before exiting the lounge.
Several minutes passed as Terry waited for Al to return. The silence in the room only worked to intensify her anxiety. The young woman looked down at the pistol that Al had handed to her and hoped that she didn't have to use it. She swiftly placed the gun on the table in a futile attempt to calm her worry. Soon, Terry began to pace about the room, causing her to discard the jacket that Al gave to her onto the table as it became uncomfortable to wear. Moments afterwards, she was startled as a creature burst into the room and collapsed to the floor. Terry immediately recognized the clothing. "Chris!" she exclaimed, running over to the brown-haired man. The young woman helped him to sit up when she noticed a wound on his shoulder. "My God, Chris, you're hurt," she observed. "I'll be fine," stated Chris, who then revealed a syringe as he said, "and so will you." "What?" inquired the young woman. Chris smiled as he handed the needle to her. Tears started to well up in Terry's eyes. "Is this…" began the young woman. "It's the X-antivirus, as promised," explained the brown-haired man. "Chris, how did you get this?" asked Terry. "I found one of the researchers who experimented on you and basically forced him to synthesize the cure," explained the young man. "I don't know how to thank you," stated the brunette. "Just administer the cure," replied Chris. Terry obeyed, injecting herself with the antivirus. "You should be fine," noted the young man.
"Now that your infection is being neutralized," began Chris, clearly with a new priority, "let's talk about how you wound up in this part of the facility." "Allan found me and rescued me," explained Terry. "He didn't think there was a cure, so he was taking me to another location to treat me and allow me to adapt to the virus. He'll be happy to know that you were able to find an antivirus." Chris grew somewhat concerned. "He was taking you to another facility? Did he say where it was?" he inquired. "I don't think so," replied Terry innocently. "Why, what's wrong?" "It's nothing," replied Chris, who attempted a different approach for his growing curiosity. "Where did he go?" he asked. Terry explained how Al was investigating a sound that they heard. "He should be back soon," she then stated. Chris nodded and something on the table caught his attention. "What's that?" he asked, looking in the direction of the object. "Oh, that's Al's jacket," explained Terry. Chris got up, walked over to the jacket and picked it up, observing it. He immediately dropped it and swiftly approached the young woman, who had also gotten to her feet. "Terry, we have to leave now," he said as he grabbed her hand and began to drag her toward the door. "What's going on?" inquired a confused and worried Terry as she freed herself from Chris's grip. "I will explain it once we are out of the facility, but we must go now," suggested Chris. Without waiting for Terry to respond, Chris grabbed her hand once again and continued to drag her toward the door. He opened it, revealing Terry's lover behind the door. Before Terry could run to Al and ask him to protect her from Chris, who was acting strangely, the brown-haired man asked the one question which would change her life forever: "Wesker?"