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A/N Thank you for all the reviews!! And now let the madness continue…
At the Umbrella Camp
Our great tribe of underhanded, evil, and somewhat insane people stare at the equipment neatly lined up on the ground. There are two spears, some rope, a large canvas, some paint for their flag, a small piece of cloth also for their flag, three large pots, a machete, and a book on the local wildlife. Nicholai and Hunk examine the spears, while everyone else argues over who is going to be the leader.
"I do believe that it should be me, as I have the required intelligence to shoulder such responsibility." Birkin says, looking somewhat smug.
"Keep on dreaming. Only my beautiful sister should have the honor of being the leader." Alfred smiles, trying to look evil, but the bikini is running the whole effect.
"Whatever. Neither one of you is going to win the million dollars, you're just not sneaky enough." Ada brushes the hair out of her face, eyeing Annette.
"starrrrsss…." Nemesis says, staring around the group.
"I'm afraid your lack of a vocabulary is going to unconvinced you." Annette pats Nemmy on the back, then glares at Ada.
"Why don't we make a contest out of it?" Marcus smoothes out his dress. "That way, it's fair."
"Alright then. Hunk you think of contest, since you'd be unbiased." Ada says, returning Annette's glare. Hunk turns away from the spears, looking rather uninterested.
"Fine, the first one to make a fire is the leader, happy?"
"That will do very nicely. First of all, we'll need several…"
But William is cut short, as Alexia suddenly mutates, and catches a nearby log on fire. She turns back to William, looking smug. William is at a loose for words.
"Top that scientist boy."
At the S.T.A.R.S. Camp
Our other team, which is comprised of goody goodies and a few hero stereotypes, also stare at their equipment laid before them. They have the exact same stuff as the Umbrella Tribe, and it doesn't take them long to start working together in happy happy joy joy bliss.
"Alright then. Billy, see if you can get us some water. Claire, you and Jill work on the flag. Leon, Carlos, Brad and I will start work on the shelter. Rebecca, Yoko, and Alyssa will go fishing." Chris clapped his hands, signally everyone to get moving and headed into the trees, with the machete, dragging poor Brad along behind him. Leon and Carlos shrugged, but quickly followed their "fearless" leader. Billy groaned, grabbed one of the pots, and headed into the woods a few yards away from where Chris and the others had entered.
"Alright then. Billy, see if you can get us some water." Billy says, imitating Chris very well. In fact, it's downright eerie. "I'll get the damn water, you overgrown G.I. Joe." A great many more mumblings and even a few curses are heard, as Billy trudges through the trees and undergrowth.
Meanwhile…
"I think it should definitely have the S.T.A.R.S. logo on it." Jill is kneeling in front of the flag cloth, with a yellow paint brush in her hand. Claire shakes her head.
"But Jill, our buffs already have the S.T.A.R.S. logo on it. Putting it on the flag would be overkill."
"What are you an art critic now?" Jill smears a little yellow paint on the flag, which comes out kinda looking like a star.
"Jill, that really sucks."
"Shut up!"
Back at the Umbrella Camp
"Wow Nemmy, that looks really good." Annette is looking over Nemmey's shoulder, at the tribe's flag.
"starrrrsss!" Nemmy smiles, adding a few finishing touches to the flag.
At about that moment, William and Marcus come stumbling back to camp, covered in dirt, and carrying one of the pots.
"Did you get the water?" Alexia is lounging under a nearby palm tree, while her brother waves a palm leaf over her face.
"Yes, but we lost Ada somewhere along the way.", Marcus says, brushing dirt off of his dress.
"I still don't see why Nicholai and Hunk couldn't have gone to get the water!" William is extremely perturbed about the whole situation. He knows, that if he'd just injected himself with the G-Virus before coming here, that little &$*%* wouldn't be in charge right now.
"Because they have to build the shelter." Alexia flips a hand behind her, motioning towards our two U.B.C.S. agents, who are doing quite a fine job of building what appears to be a tree house.
"I found Ada. She was flirting with some guy down at the water hole." Morpheus steps out of the tree line, carrying Ada under one arm, and a bunch of bananas under the other. "Hell, it wasn't even our whether hole."
"Just what were you doing?!", Annette yells, stomping over toward Ada.
"What I do best, spying." Morpheus sets Ada on the ground. She smiles at Annette, and wanders off toward Nemmy.
On the Beach
Wesker steps into view of the camera, looking…well…er….bad. He's got quite a hangover, and he is none too thrilled with the outfit the producers of the show, insisted he wear. Brown khaki shorts, a white tank top, and brown sandals. He is so not happy at this point.
"Alright, our contestants should be getting here soon, for the first immunity challenge."
As if cued, both tribes walk out onto the beach. Nemmy is carrying Umbrella's flag, which has the picture of a large white and red Umbrella on it, with the earth centered over it. Jill is carrying the S.T.A.R.S. flag, which is covered with splotches of yellow paint, and has a red and white umbrella on it, with a big red X over it.
"Oh yes, very original there Valentine. Anyway, this is the part of the show, where I ask you guys how everything is going. Umbrella Tribe, how's the island?"
"Oh simply wonderful." Alexia croons, smiling brightly. "We have a fire and everything."
"Just peachy." Wesker looks board out of his mind. He turns to the S.T.A.R.S. tribe. "How about you guys."
"Just great, we've got a house and Yoko started the fire." Chris is just all happy and excited over the progress they've made. He doesn't notice Billy shoving a finger down his throat, and making gagging noises.
"Whoopee for you. Now your first immunity challenge. The winners will return to camp, safe in the knowledge that no one on their tribe is getting voted off.. The losers will go to tribal council, and some poor idiot is going to have the honor of being the first person voted off of survivor. This ladies and gentlemen, is what makes my job so much fun." Wesker then proceeds to start laughing evilly. After a few minutes, he gains control of himself, and points towards a large platform set about 50 yards out form the beach. "Alright, all you have to do, is swim out there, grab one of the flags, and bring it back to the beach. The first team, to return with three flags is the winner."
"What's the catch?" Chris looks suspicious, and with good reason.
"Why would there be a catch?", Wesker asks, trying to look innocent.
"Because you're a treacherous bastard, who enjoys torturing others." Marcus says.
"Well the lagoon has been filled with alligators, sharks, crocodiles and a few piranha we imported from South America. Other than that, no big deal." Wesker looks at all the surprised and nervous faces with a sense of evil mirth. Later, when he goes home, he'll spend the rest of the night watching this part of the show over and over. "Now if there are no more questions…GO!!"
And in a silence you could cut with a knife twenty people…just stand on the beach, refusing to take another step.
"Alright then. If you're not gonna go in, I'll unleash my ultimate bio-weapon against you." And from off screen, a gagged Sherry Birkin is shoved into camera range. "Move, or I take off the gag!"
There are several screams of panic, as twenty fully grown men, women, and bio-engineered killing machines dive into the water.
"See, all it takes is a little motivation." Wesker smiles evilly, and shoves Sherry back off camera. He's saving her for a later challenge anyway. So he stands there, waiting to see who survives, he amuses himself by listening to the various screaming.
"AHHHHH!!!"
"THERE'S SOMETHING ON MY FOOT!!"
"OH THE HUMANTIY!!"
"STARRRSSSS!!!"
"OH FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY!!"
Finally, the tribe members clamor back to shore. The first one back is a rather ravaged looking Annette. She throws the flag at Wesker and promptly passes out from blood loss. Nemesis emerges from the water next, carrying the flag, and a dead great white shark.
"That's two for the Umbrella Tribe." Wesker says, rather disappointed that the screaming has stopped.
Brad crawls onto shore, clutching a flag in his left hand, a large crocodile latched onto his leg. Claire is right behind him, trying to pull the flag out of the mouth of an alligator.
"Wow, the teams are tied."
Finally, Chris stumbles onto shore with a flag in his hand, and a pirahna hanging off of his ear.
"Damn, looks like the S.T.A.R.S. Team wins. Alright then, collect your missing tribe mates and head back to camp. Umbrella tribe, I'll see you at tribal council."
"Aren't we supposed to get our immunity dohikie thing?" Billy asks, crawling onto the beach.
"Oh ya. Now where did that stupid statue thing go?" Wesker looks around, trying to figure out where the immunity totem has gone. A few seconds later an assistant rushes into camera view, and mumbles a few words in his ear. He doesn't look happy, but nods. The assistant rushes back off screen. "It seems they lost the totem thing, and I am supposed to give you my sunglasses. Apparently it's in the contract I signed." He grumbles a bit, but whips off his shades and hands them to Claire.
It takes several hours for the two tribes to retrieve there tribe mates from the float, but they somehow mange to pull it off. The Umbrella team heads back to camp, already contemplating the tribal council. The S.T.A.R.S. team also heads back to camp, hoping Rebecca wakes up soon so she can treat everyone's injuries.
Next time on Survivor…
Who will get voted off?
A/N Alrighty then, the next chapter will be the tribal council. Who on the Umbrella team should get booted off the island? Remember, it's your call. So keep those reviews coming, and cast your votes!!
~W.C.~