DISCLAIMER: Don't own RE, Survivor, or The Weakest Link. There, that ought to keep the lawyers happy.

A/N: I want to thank everyone for the reviews, and casting their votes for the first tribe member voted off. Now, here's the tricky part. Out of all the reviews, no one voted for the same person twice. So in the interest of fair play, I threw all the names that were nominated in the reviews, into a hat. And so without further ado, I present Chapter 3...

At the Umbrella Camp

Everyone is extremely nervous about the tribal council. Nemesis, Hunk, and Nicholai were busy cooking the shark, Nemesis had drug back. Alfred and Alexia were whispering to themselves, and glancing at William. Annette was whispering with William and glaring at Ada. Ada was busy flirting with Marcus, and Morpheus was gathering firewood. All of them were, in one way or another, plotting the immanent departure of someone in the tribe.

"Alfred, my sweet little brother, I do believe that we should vote for Morpheus.", she said, filing away at her nails.

"Ah…why oh sweet sister of mine?"

"Because there is only room on this island for one twisted yet incredibly beautiful scientist/mutated creature. And I'm prettier."

"Well, ah…can I suggest William, cause well, he's a dick."

Then like it always does, the camera mysteriously corners one of the tribe members, to get there thoughts on the situation thus far. The first one they corner, is Ada.

"Well all I can say is that William or Annette have to go. I mean you get rid of one and it breaks their resolve. I'm pretty sure I have Marcus on my side, and Hunk. Nicholai is only a matter of time."

The camera then switches to Hunk. He looks pretty board, and extremely uninterested in what is going on.

"I say that chick Alexia needs to go. And the wimp William. Ada is ok, at least for now, she will serve my purposes."

The camera then switches back to passive mode, observing our contestants as they try to build lasting alliances. In other words, B.S. their way through the next few hours and try not to be the ones getting voted off. Alfred has moved off, to converse with Marcus and Morpheus. Alexia is busy using her feminine whiles on Nemesis. Hunk, and William are having a heated debate over the running of Umbrella. Ada and Nicholai appear to be having a worthwhile conversation about the local plant life. Which leaves Annette to implement her own plan.

"Ada, we need to talk." Annette sits down next to Nicholai, smoothing out her lab coat.

"About what?" Ada asks, a wee bit shocked by this development. "If it's about not voting for your idiot of a husband, you better save your breath."

"Actually, it is about William. But in all honesty, I was kinda hoping you would vote him off." Annette smiles, as Nicholai and Ada sit in stunned silence. Nicholai recovers first.

"Ok, I was kinda under the impression, that you wouldn't want him voted off. I mean he is your husband after all."

"He's a twit, who cares more about his precious G-Virus, than me. Personally, I'd like to cap him myself, but it would look bad on my work record. So how about it Ada, ready to boot one ill mannered retard off the island?"

At the Tribal Council Area

Wesker stands in front of the well placed logs, or whatever the tribe is supposed to sit on, gently tapping his foot. He checks his watch for the tenth time, noting that the tribe is ten minutes late. Which isn't helping his mood any. He's still ticked about his wardrobe, and lack of sunglasses. Apparently his contract also states, he can't wear his sunglasses during the tribal council, because it's night. I mean who comes up with these stupid rules anyway. Did the idiot who wrote the contract not read his personnel file, which clearly states: Evil virus-enhanced human, with a perpetual need to wear black, and torture small animals, or stereotypical hero characters. Must look badass at all times, therefore required to wear sunglasses even if it's pitch black outside. Wesker sighed, as the Umbrella tribe finally clamored for there seats. He was mildly amused, when William managed to singe Annette's hair with his torch. After five minutes, they had assumed there seats. He cleared his throat, throwing them one of his not-so-evil smiles.

"Alright, first tribal council. Before we vote, I have to ask several questions, where each of you will give vague answers, in hopes that your tribe mates won't discover what a bunch of lying, cheating, bastards, you all are." Throws out another of those unnerving not-so-evil smiles, before continuing with the contestants torture. "First, how is everyone getting along?"

"Oh…ah…just great!" Annette gives a strained smile, and tries not to make eye contact with William.

"Oh yes, this first tribal council, was sooo difficult." As good an actress as Ada is, the sarcasm is really easy to pick up on.

"I really thought it was difficult, as we've only been on the island for a day. I mean it was kinda hard to decide just who was the biggest idiot yet." Morpheus says, twirling a finger in his hair.

"Speaking of idiots, what are your opinions on the S.T.A.R.S. tribe?" This time Wesker's smile, is genuinely happy. Mostly due to the fact, that he is imagining what tortures he can inflict on Chris, through the course of this stupid show.

"Well we really didn't get to see that much of them, but that Carlos fellow isn't such a bad guy." Marcus says, smiling.

"Most of them are idiots, with the exception of Billy, who could be properly evil given a bit of training." It's the first real comment Hunk has made thus far.

"starrrrsss…" Nemmy looks rather pissed, but that's pretty normal…I think.

"Carlos is a traitor, Redfield is an idiot with bad hair, umm…that Yoko girl isn't too bad." Nicholai says.

"Alright, enough chit chat, time to vote. Annette your first." Wesker yawns, as Annette walks over to the ballot pot thing. She quickly scribbles out a name, and holds the paper up.

"I'm sorry William, but you are a total moron." She folds the paper in half and stuffs it into the pot. She starts to walk away, but turns back to the camera. "By the way, I want a divorce."

William is next. Hw scribbles out a name, and holds up the card. "Hunk, I still haven't forgiven you for leading that biohazard team, and stealing my research."

William sits down, and it's Nemesis turn. He scribbles out a name, and holds up a card with Ada's name neatly printed on it. "starrrrsss…starrrrsss…"

Morpheus is up next. "Alfred, luv, you are simply too strange even for me to deal with and I'm a freaking female tyrant. Hope you have fun as a drag queen though, maybe you can make a career out of it or something."

Slowly, each tribe member walks over to the ballot thing, writes a name, makes a rude comment, stuffs the ballot in the pot, and goes back to their seat. Finally everyone has voted. Wesker then walks over and gets the pot.

"Alright, as soon as the member's name is read off that is being thrown out, that tribe member will bring me their torch, and leave the council area. I warn you no begging or I will be forced to beat the hell out of you." Wesker stops for a moment, as an evil smile spreads across his face. "On second thought, by all means beg, I haven't hit anything for a few hours. Anyway…" Pulls out the first card, and shows it. "Ada"

Ada glares around, her eyes finally falling on Annette. Annette shakes her head, making subtle pointing gestures toward William, indicating that's who she voted for. Wesker pulls out the second name.

"Alfred" Then mumbles to himself. "Please God let him have been voted off, so I don't have to see him in any more women's attire."

Alfred breaks down crying. Alexia attempts to console him, all the while glaring at various tribe members. Wesker pulls out the third name.

"Hunk"

And true to his cool demeanor, he does nothing but sit on his little log, with him arms crossed looking tough. Wesker appears to be getting slightly frustrated at this point. He pulls out a fourth card, and opens it.

"William. Can't you people have even voted for the same person twice!!" Takes a few deep breaths, and pulls out a fifth card. "William. That's two for William." Pulls a sixth card "William" …seventh… "William"…eighth…"William"…ninth…"William"…and tenth…"William you are the first person to be voted off of Survivor. Please bring me your torch."

William stands up, attempting to keep his composure, and picks up his torch. He walks over to Wesker. Wesker puts out the fire, and smiles one of his "I'm the antichrist" smiles. "The tribe has spoken…YOU are the weakest link…goodbye."

William starts down the little ramp, but suddenly spins around, dropping one of his bags. "VOTE ME OFF WILL YOU!!! Just you wait, my precious G-Virus will get you all!! MWAHAHHAHA!!!"

Wesker lifts one eyebrow, but the badass effect is nullified by the lack of sunglasses, and smacks William up side head. And William goes airborne over the railing. A loud crash is heard a few seconds later, along with the sound of snapping twigs, and high pitched screams of pain. Wesker cracks his knuckles and turns back to the tribe.

"Alrighty then the rest of you, collect your torches and head back to camp."

The reaming tribe members evacuate the area in under two seconds.

Next Time on Survivor…

A surprise alliance is born…

An accident at camp…

Yet another demeaning immunity challenge…

A/N: I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter. You should have notice that everyone who got nominated in the reviews, at least got one vote at tribal council. Congratulations to esoteric1! He chose for our young scientist fellow to be voted off, and thanks to the luck of the draw…well, he was. Anyway, do not fear, another tribal council is coming up soon, and you'll get yet another chance to vote off someone. So keep those reviews coming, and I'll keep writing away!!

W.C.