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A/N: Please note, the next immunity challenge is brought to you by Meg.

S.T.A.R.S. Camp

Our poor contestants return to camp, each one thinking very deeply about the tribal council. A total of three people have been eliminated, two from their camp. Each of them now realizes two things. One, they have to win the next immunity challenge. Two, Claire is a total and complete bitch.

And once more our intrepid camera man corners one of the contestants. This seems to happen a lot.

"Well, really there was no doubt in my mind that Leon would be gone." Alyssa shakes her head. "Though Claire turning on him like that, well that was just wrong."

Next it corners Claire…

"I'm sorry, but I need that million dollars, and I don't care how I get it!" She then stands up and leaves in a huff.

Returning to passive mode, we find Jill and Carlos having a discussion.

"Look Jill, I'm sorry for hitting on you all the time. But we need an alliance." Carlos looks around, then starts whispering. "Claire is a frigging psycho. I mean she already got rid of Chris and Leon!"

Jill ponders this for a moment then decides, she might as well take a chance.

"Very well."

The Next Morning…

Umbrella Camp

Alfred awakens early, and goes in search of Annette. He finds her getting water.

"Annette, I have a proposition for you." He looks around then hunkers down next to her. "I want an alliance with you."

Annette is shocked to say the least. "I thought you were with Alexia and Nemmy?"

"Nemmy…" he growls, actually sounding masculine for once. "He's leading my precious sister astray! She doesn't even pay attention to me anymore!! You have no alliances. If you want to survive, stick with me."

"Alright then Alfred, we have a deal." They shake hands, and head back to camp.

Unknown to them, Ada has overheard everything. She smiles then skips back to camp humming happily to herself.

On The Beach

Wesker is feeling particularly happy about this new immunity challenge. Although he is a bit depressed that he has lost both Chris and Leon. But he can still torture Carlos and that is indeed a good thing. Of course being a sadistic bastard in any way, shape, or form is always a good thing for our host.

He glances at his watch and finally smiles as the two tribes walk onto the beach. The S.T.AR.S. tribe, with the exception of Claire and Billy, looked depressed. The mere thought of the mental torture they must be going through sends Wesker into a fit of evil laughter.

"Rebecca have you been giving him drugs again?" Claire asks, turning to the S.T.A.R.S. medic.

"No way, not after what happened last time." Rebecca shakes her head.

"I think he's just being his normal evil self." Jill commented, giving her ex-boss a rather harsh look.

On the other side of the beach the Umbrella Tribe is voicing its own opinion of the condition of the host.

"I used to think Alfred was strange, but Wesker proved me wrong." Marcus says, eying Wesker closely.

"Imagine you thinking Alfred is strange." Hunk rolls his eyes. "That's like the pot calling the kettle black."

Perhaps sensing that the two tribes and the viewing audience were staring at him, Wesker quickly got control of himself and cleared his throat.

"Now then time for yet another immunity challenge!" He smiles, holding his hand out for the sunglasses which Morpheus hands him.

"Don't' you mean yet another chance for you to maim, mangle, or perhaps even kill us?!" Carlos yelled.

"Don't forget that it's all legal, and there is nothing you guys can do in retaliation."

There were several grumbles and at least one whispered comment about hiring a hit man, but no one came forward to disagree.

"So what is it this time, Chimera wrestling?" Morpheus asked, looking rather pissed and board at the same time.

"No, but that is a good idea."

Wesker quickly jotted down a few notes while Morpheus was beaten repeatedly by several of his tribe mates. After reducing him to a pile of unconscious-bleeding-female-tyrant-psychopath, the tribe seemed to feel a bit better. Wesker looked over the carnage and smiled. Mindless violence was a great thing, even if he wasn't he one performing it.

"Well than since Morpheus is currently unconscious, and more than likely close to death, he doesn't have to participate in the following exercise. Follow me."

Wesker lead his victims down the beach stopping them in front of eight palm trees. He gestured to the trees and smiled evilly. Several of the S.T.A.R.S. Team shuddered at the expression, and Brad went so far as to actually faint.

"Now then, in the trees above you will find a basket. Inside the basket are two cute little puppies. You will be split up into partners. One partner will climb the tree and drop the puppies to the partner on the ground. The partner on the ground has to catch the puppies and take them to the baskets over there."

Wesker points to eight baskets roughly ten yards away from the base of the palm trees.

"The first tribe to two sets of puppies, a total of four puppies, to the baskets win. That means that two sets of partners have to get all their puppies to the baskets. Is that understood?"

There are several nods of agreement. Wesker smiles again, more evilly than the first time. Brad breaks down crying.

"Just to make things interesting, you will be choosing your partners out of this jar."

Wesker holds up a jar, very similar to the infamous voting jar, except this one says Wesker for Supreme World Leader on the side. There are several strange and utterly confused looks running across the faces of our contestants at the sight of this message.

"Now, you will come up one at a time in the following order. Jill, Rebecca, Claire, Alyssa."

Each of the tribe members trudge up to the jar, like condemned prisoners, grab a slip of paper and head back to the rest of their tribe mates. Wesker then drops four new slips of paper into the jar, and turns to the Umbrella Tribe.

"Annette, Nemesis, Marcus, and Ada."

Like the other contestants they walk up, grab a slip and walk back. Wesker puts the jar down, and motions for them to open the papers. Each contestant does. Then after a 2 second lag, there are multiple groans, some obscenities, and what sounds like crying.

"Ok, everyone grab your partner and take a tree."

There is more grumbling and more obscenities expressed. Including the comment that the host is a Treacherous Bastard, deserving a painful death. Wesker glared around, but had no luck in finding the person responsible for the comment. A few minutes later and the partners are arranged under their respective trees.

"Alright then…GO!!"

Wesker pulled up a chair, grabbed a case of Corona, and prepared for the fun that would follow. Our eight partners look at each other, and several arguments are heard.

"Billy, you're stronger than me!" Jill yells

"Hunk, I am not climbing up the tree!" Annette screams, crossing her arms.

"Alyssa, I don't like this arrangement anymore than you." Carlos snapped.

"Fine Brad, I'll climb the damn tree!" Claire says in exasperation.

"Starrrrsss." Nemmy said to Alexia, waving his arms.

"Marcus, keep your damn leeches from eating the puppies!" Nicholai yelled, grabbing a hold of the tree.

"Yoko, are you going to do anything on this show?" Rebecca moans, trying to climb the tree.

"You know Alfred, for a guy, you are quite girly.." Ada mumbles, trying to shimmy up the tree.

Wesker is watching this, and laughing his ass off. In the meantime, Morpheus has awoken and found his way over. He sits down on the beach, flipping a piece of white hair out of his face. Wesker glances over, admiring the view. Sure Morpheus was a female tyrant, but quite a nice looking female tyrant.

Meanwhile, Billy had managed to climb up the tree and get to the basket. He looked in and his almost cheerful mood fell two degrees.

"These are [beep] Cerberus!!"

As each partner looked in the basket, they all discovered that Billy was indeed correct. The puppies…were zombie puppies. Wesker drew his attention away from Morpheus long enough to crack open a fresh beer and laugh at the contestants.

Brad was running around in circles with one of the puppies attached to his head, and one chewing on his pant leg, while Clare screamed at him to run to the basket.

Rebecca was yelling at Yoko to grab the puppy, while she too was running in circles and screaming.

Both Nemesis and Hunk had inadvertently killed their allotted puppies. Annette was throwing coconuts at Hunk and calling him an imbecile, while Alexia stood under the other tree filing her nails.

Carlos had tossed down the whole basket, which Alyssa had failed to catch. She was now trying to chase down their allotted two puppies, which had taken it in their heads to chase down Brad.

Ada had somehow managed to drop both puppies to Alfred, who had somehow managed to drag both puppies to a basket.

Billy seized this opportunity to drop the basket to Jill, who caught it easily and dumped both puppies, at the same time, into the basket.

Brad finally managed to fall into one of the baskets, thus completing his assigned task of getting two puppies into a basket.

Nicholai had at this point shimmied down the tree and was beating Marcus in the head with a stick, because Marcus' leeches had eaten both their puppies.

"Alright, all done, S.T.A.R.S. wins." Wesker said, pulling himself out of the lawn chair, to hand over the sunglasses to Claire. "Umbrella see you at the Tribal Council."

Both team leave the area as soon as possible.

Next Time on Survivor…

Who is the next one getting tossed over the railing??

Meanwhile…

"Are those zombie puppies?" Leon asked, glancing down beneath the tree.

"Looks like it." Birkin muttered, looking rather gloomy.

"Think they're safe to eat?" Chris asked eyeing the dogs hungrily. "I'm getting sick of bananas."

Both Leon and Birkin stared at him strangely, then slowly inched away…

A/N: Who is not worthy to remain on the island. The Umbrella team needs to lose a member…cast your votes!

By the way, any ideas for future immunity challenges are greatly appreciated!! Thank you Meg for the zombie puppy idea!