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At the S.T.A.R.S. Camp

Everyone trudges back to camp. Though a bit surprised by Chris' outburst, no one is surprised by Wesker's handling of the situation.

"I wonder what kind of horrible immunity challenge we're gonna be put through tomorrow?" Yoko asks, while trying to cook a fish.

"Who knows, with that twisted %& running the show." Carlos proceeds to help her.

"I'm going to bed." Leon wanders over to his tent. He is shortly joined by Claire.

"Boy, that didn't take long." Jill sighs. "That's one alliance that isn't very surprising."

Umbrella Camp

The Next morning…

Alexia stretches slightly, and looks around. Everyone except Nemesis is asleep. She saunters over.

"What ya up to?"

Nemesis holds up what appears to be a large bottle-nose dolphin, and points toward the fire.

"starrrrsss…"

"Oh yummy!" She then proceeds to giggle like a blonde bimbo. Incredibly, Nemesis finds this attractive…

On the Beach

Wesker taps his foot lightly, already grinning at the thought of the Immunity challenge to come. He rubs his hands together, anticipating the mayhem and carnage to come. Though he is slightly depressed that Chris got booted off the island. Now he has to find a new sickingly stoic hero figure to torture. At the moment he was leaning toward Leon or Carlos. Billy had a bit to much evilness to him, to be properly stoic. Brad was a complete and total wuss, which would make torturing him no fun at all. He was inventing various new tortures to try on Leon and/or Carlos, when the two tribes walked onto the beach.

"Good morning everyone!" Wesker once more tried to be chipper and perky, despite the fact that he was failing miserably at it.

The Umbrella tribe looked to be in good spirits, if somewhat confused by the S.T.A.R.S. team lack of Chris. Alexia was the first to voice her opinion.

"Wow, they got rid of Redfield." she whispered to Nemesis, whose arm she was currently hanging off of.

"I figured they'd have booted Brad off." Marcus commented.

"Maybe they want him around for comic relief." Nicholai shrugged as the rest of his tribe mates stared at him.

"Alrighty then." Wesker clapped his hands, getting everyone's attention. "Time for another lovely immunity challenge!"

There was a universal groan, followed by several whispered obscenities, and a loud whimper from Brad. Despite his earlier thoughts, Wesker did indeed enjoy the small wounded animal sounds Brad was making. Finally, after relishing in the horror of our contestants, Wesker unveiled the next immunity challenge.

"This next challenge is quite easy. In fact it's like rounding up chickens!" Wesker motions toward a large cage at one end of the beach. "All you have to I herd the little buggers down to the corrals." He pointed toward two corrals at the other end of the beach. "First team to herd in two, wins! By the way, hand over the immunity totem."

Nemesis handed Wesker his sunglasses, which looked to be a bit bent and the lenses were slightly scratched. Wesker growled, but decided against violence. Mostly because he thought Nemesis capable of kicking his ass. Instead he walked over to the cage and pulled of the tarp. Inside were 18 mindless, hungry, and somewhat rotted zombies.

"Those are not chickens!!" Jill screamed.

"Indeed they are not. They are zombies. A couple rules. The zombies must be alive when they reach the corral, and have all their body parts intact." Wesker grinned evilly, and flipped open the door. "Have fun!!"

Every tribe member looked at each other. Each one of them were thinking the same thing…How badly do we really want that immunity? Then the idea of a million dollars floated over their minds, and they went to work.

Jill picked up a nearby stick, and them proceeded to prod a small female zombie toward the corral.

"Nemesis, you're out." Wesker said from his lawn chair. "Breaking your zombie in half was not part of the game."

Nemesis trudged off the beach and sat down next to a palm tree, looking a bit saddened. Meanwhile, Billy and Leon were trying to work together to bait their respective zombies into the corral. However the zombies seemed more interested in eating each other.

"Them are some &% up zombies" Billy said, trying to entice his zombie to chase him.

"Tell me about it." Leon then proceeded to grab his zombie by the arm, which promptly broke off in his hand. "Ah hell…"

Hunk was standing a few feet away, holding a zombie's head, and trying to figure out how his plan could have gone so horribly wrong. Brad was running in circles and screaming, while being chased by his zombie. Somehow Alexia managed to corral one of her zombies, without doing too much damage too it. Somehow, Rebecca too had corralled a zombie.

"One each." Wesker snickered as Carlos ran by, beating his zombie in the head with a large stick. "Yoko, Alyssa, you're both out. You are not allowed to bury your zombies."

Yoko and Alyssa joined Nemesis, Leon, and Hunk on the sidelines. In the mean time Ada was standing near the water's edge, trying to figure out how her zombie had drowned. Claire was having her own problems, having been chased up a tree by her zombie.

"Well at least I wasn't the only one." Annette said, from her own tree.

"This is really embarrassing." Claire sighed.

Alfred was doing quite well with his zombie, until he got run over by Brad.

"AHHHH!! It's trying to eat me!!" Alfred tries to kick the zombie off, as Brad continues to run around.

Nicholai and Marcus were having problems of their own. Somehow a few of Marcus' leeches had gotten loose and were now chowing down on the zombies.

"Marcus!! This is all your fault!!" Nicholai tried desperately to pull several of the leeches off.

"Oh dear. Um…now babies don't eat the nice zombies." Marcus then proceeds to break into some kind of melodramatic opera to quiet the leeches down. It isn't working.

"Oh well, the game is over. Team Umbrella wins." Wesker stood up, and handed Morpheus the sunglasses. His zombie was still intact, thanks to several rolls of duct tape. "S.T.A.R.S. see again at tribal council"

The S.T.A.R.S. team groans, but quickly regroups and heads back to camp. The Umbrella tribe skips merrily away.

Next Time on Survivor….

Who will be voted off?

Meanwhile, in the nearby treeline, we find our former contestants having a bit of a problem. Appearently, the show's executives decided it might be fun to simply leave them out there.

"Um…somebody…there's a zombie trying to eat my foot!" Chris and Birkin both huddle together as several stray zombies try to eat them.

"I hate this show." Birkin mumbled.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed. It's that time again. Who on the S.T.A.R.S. Team has to go?

W.C.