A/N: Sorry for the long delays. I HATE writer's block…don't you??

Umbrella Camp

As soon as the tribe hit the camp, Alfred disappeared. Not a big surprise there considering that he'd just voted for both his sister and Nemesis. In all honesty he was probably more scared of Alexia than Nemmy. So while Nemmy went crashing through the tress trying to find him, everyone else discussed the next immunity challenge.

"He's going to try to kill us, you know that don't you?" Ada sighed, pushing one of Marcus' leeches away. "I think Annette planned it."

"Well duh." Morpheus rolled it's eyes. "Like she was carrying around a bottle of hair dye for the sheer joy of it."

Ada glared at Morpheus, if looks could kill our little female tyrant would be toast. Marcus was ignoring the entire discussion and playing with his precious leeches. Hunk was also ignoring the conversation while trying to come up with a plan to kill Marcus' leeches. All in all, it would appear that our Umbrella tribe is getting along as well as can be expected considering they're all evil crazy people and in some cases bio-enhanced freaks of nature.

S.T.A.R.S. Camp

Things at the S.T.AR.S. camp are just starting to become interesting this morning. In fact it appears a change of alliances it about occur.

"It's all your fault!!" Alyssa was standing near the campfire, fists on her hips. "You were the one that was supposed to make sure the fire didn't go out!"

Yoko sat by the now extinguished fire and looked on the verge of tears. Everyone else was staring nervously at one another and wondering why Alyssa had suddenly decided to snap. Jill suspected she might have been chewing on some of the local shrubbery.

"Well, what do you have to say for yourself?!"

Yoko said nothing, merely sat there looking forlorn and ready to cry. Alyssa threw her hands up in disgust.

"I swear Yoko, you're about useless!"

"Hey!"

Everyone spun around and were surprised to see Brad emerge from the tree line with an arm load of firewood. But what was most surprising was that he actually looked mad.

"There's no reason to say things like that." Brad dropped the wood next to the fire. "I mean geez Alyssa you're more worthless than Yoko is."

The camp fell silent, well except for the audible plop of Alyssa's jaw hitting the ground. Brad smiled sheepishly then started rebuilding the fire, with Yoko's help. Carlos glanced at Jill and winked. It seems a new alliance has been built…

On the beach…

Wesker stood on the beach, nervously tugging at the Green Bay Packer baseball cap on his head. Despite dragging in four separate hair stylists the night before, nothing could be done to remove the purple hair dye. In fact they had only managed to make things infinitely worse.

Wesker growled to himself, still trying to adjust the baseball cap. He may not be able to get his revenge on Annette but he'd still be able to take his frustrations out on the reaming Survivors. An evil smile formed on his face as he thought about the evil immunity challenge he had planned for them. In fact when the two tribes walked out of the tree line to congregate on the beach they found Wesker in a state of pure-evil-bliss.

Pure-evil-bliss -- verb -- To be in a state of evilness so complete that it is impossible not laugh manically while imagining the death of your enemies and being totally oblivious to your surroundings. People can remain in this state for days, months, even years. People suffering from such effects are often referred to as Treacherous Bastards.

After several minutes of maniacal laughter Wesker finally managed to pull himself together. He cleared his throat and turned his attention to the matters at hand.

"Welcome to your next immunity challenge. However this is no ordinary immunity challenge, this is also a reward challenge."

There was a brief murmur of excitement among the tribes. This would be the first reward challenge of the game. During this brief respite, Wesker noticed Yoko hanging off of Brad's arm. He found this sight to be quite interesting and puzzling. It would appear there was trouble in paradise among the outbreak people. He grinned again, imagining all the pain Alyssa would be going through…

Meanwhile in the Tree…

Chris scouted as far out to the end of the branch as he could manage, a makeshift pair of binoculars in his hand. It was truly amazing the things people could make out of coconuts, and here he'd thought that William was completely worthless.

"He's on the beach alright. Ah damn he's wearing a hat."

Alex was two branches above him. "Oh it must be bad then. However I think I can take out the hat."

Chris raised an eyebrow as an audible click sounded above him. He had the distinct impression Wesker's day was about to get really, really bad…

Back on the beach…

"That's right, the winning tribe receives immunity and this." Wesker stepped aside and gestured to a table behind him. "Seven large pizzas, two cases of Coke, and two cases of beer."

You could cut the tension with a knife. The two tribes stared at each other with hate and malice. Wesker was fairly certain at least one person would have to be cared back to the campsite on a stretcher. He grinned yet again, imagining all the pain and suffering that way about to shortly occur, however that thought was about to be interrupted…

KA-BLAM…

Wesker's cap flew off his head and came fluttering to the ground, a large bullet hole in it's center. There was exactly four seconds of silence then…everyone burst out laughing including our poor outcasts in the tree. It would seem that the four hair stylists had only succeeded in turning Wesker's hair pink, instead of getting the purple out.

"It's not funny!"

Wesker was turning all shades of red, but it didn't diminish the laughter in the slightest. Jill was hanging on Carlos, tears streaming down her face. Billy was laughing so hard that he was clutching his sides. Alfred and Ada were both sitting on the ground, laughing like a couple of hyenas. Alex had laughed so hard, she'd fallen off the branch and landed in Chris' lap. All in all everyone was getting fantastic enjoyment at Wesker's expense, not a really bright thing to do when you think about it.

"Oh you're going to think it's funny." Wesker growled, running his fingers through his hair. "Just wait till you see the immunity challenge!"

This sobered everyone pretty quick, everyone that is except the people in the tree. Wesker frowned, glancing behind him as the laughter continued. He could just make out Alex, sitting in Chris' lap, laughing, and clutching her magnum. His eyes narrowed a bit at this, though whether he was mad that it had been Alex who had shot his hat off or that she was sitting in his enemy's lap was a matter of opinion.

"I'll deal with them later, first things first." Wesker turned back to the two tribes and cleared his throat. "This particular challenge is going to test your teamwork skills, endurance, and combat skills. Come with me."

The tribes reluctantly followed Wesker down the beach. When they arrived at their destination they all stood shocked and scared. The challenge looked more like some kind of elaborate torture device than an immunity challenge.

Several yards out from the beach was a massive platform with two large poles. Each pole held six flags, red for the Umbrella tribe and blue for the S.T.A.R.S. tribe. But it was what was between the platform and the beach that was worrying everyone. First there were two large blades, roughly 2 feet apart, swinging back and forth over a long plank, past the plank was six foot gap with some kind of harness system running above it, past the gap was a log slowly turning in place, and finally a long platform full of burning hot coals. To make everything fair, there was actually two sets of everything so the two tribes could transverse the course without being in each other's way.

The two tribes turned to one another, perhaps figuring this was the last time they would see each other still in one piece.

"I'm glad to see my warped ideas frighten you." Wesker grinned, despite the echoing laughter from the tree. "Now, for the rules. The goal of this challenge is very simple, retrieve six flags from the center of the platform and bring them back to the two flag poles. Each person must retrieve one flag and run it up the pole. First you must dodge the blades, then use the harness to get across the gap, then run along the log without falling off, and finally get across the coals. Once you retrieve the flag, you need only make a return trip, hoist the flag, and tag a tribe mate. Oh and for those of you endowed with special bio-enhanced powers such as electricity and fire, no using them. And by the way don't fall in the water."

"Uh, why?" Brad looked ready to throw up.

"Well I'm sure you'd make a tasty snack for Neptune."

There was a loud splash as Neptune stuck it's head out of the water. Brad fainted.

"Oh and do watch the T-Virus bats and moths flying around." Wesker's grin widened as several people looked ready to cut and run…in the other direction. "Is everybody ready?"

"Wait! How do we know which tribe mate goes first?" Yoko asked, still trying to revive Brad.

"Oh well that's the fun part, you get to argue amongst yourselves. GO!"

There was a ten minute fist fight on the Umbrella side, before they finally shoved Alfred toward the planks. On the S.T.A.R.S. side there was a unanimous vote that Billy should go first, of course the vote was greatly helped by Rebecca's whip. Wesker grabbed his lawn chair and beer and waited for the fireworks…

(Due to the fact that this particular chapter would become quite lengthy if I did each individual person I will now perform an act of sheer evilness and use lots of sound effects and screaming…thank you.)

"AHHHHHHHH!!!"

SPLASH…GURGGLE…GURGGLE

"OH SHIT, OH SHIT, OH SHIT!!"

"There's a bat in my hair!"

"My life is flashing before my eyes…boy it's kinda boring too…"

"starrsss!!!"

SWISH

"AHHHHH…MY HAIR!!"

"Um, I'm kinda stuck in this harness thing here…"

"Ahh! LEECHY NOOOOOOO!"

"Oh the pain, oh the humanity!"

THE SOUND OF INSANLY ANNOYING CRYING

"How dare you touch me! Take that! HO HO HO!!"

EVIL LAUGHTER FROM WESKER

"I don't wanna die!"

"I'm too evil to die!"

"I'm too young to die!"

"I'm still a virgin!"

LOOOOONG SILENCE

Several minutes later…

Yoko staggers onto the beach, a bat attached to her head and hangs the S.T.A.R.S. tribe's last flag. Meanwhile Nemmy is still trying to get out of the water with Neptune attached to his leg. Everyone else looks like they've just stormed the beach at Normandy.

Billy is unconscious, with several bat scratches and a massive bite mark in his chest. Carlos is sitting by himself and rocking back and forth crying. Brad actually looks pretty good considering that a giant moth has taken up residence on his back. Jill still trying to get a bat off of her foot. Rebecca is staring forlornly at her broken whip. Alyssa is bleeding profusely from a bite on her leg and is mumbling to herself.

The Umbrella team didn't seem to fair any better. Marcus is crying on Morpheus' shoulder about his lose of one of his leeches to that evil Neptune. Morpheus is nodding and patting his back, sporting two black eyes from a double bat attack. Hunk is secretly enjoying Marcus' pain while he attempts to dislodge a mother from his arm. Alfred has gone into shock and is lying on the ground in a fetal position sucking his thumb. Alexia is crying like a two year old and now sports a much, much shorter hair cut. Ada is trying to recover from getting tangled up in the harness and has numerous rope burns.

"Well then it seems that the Umbrella tribe will be coming to tribal council again. S.T.A.R.S. tribe you may take your pizzas, soda, beer, and go."

The S.T.A.R.S. tribe collects their companions and food then somehow drags themselves back to camp. The Umbrella tribe does the same, with Nemmy bringing up the rear dragging the comatose Alfred by the foot and the dead Neptune by the tail.

Meanwhile in the tree…

After finally containing themselves the outcast survivors are having dinner, coconuts of course and some bananas.

"Oh man Alex that was great!" Leon stares at her a bit um, lovingly. "You're awesome!"

Suddenly, before Claire can slap the shit out of him and Alex can respond to the comment, several bats and moths attack!

"AHHHHHHH!!!!"

Birkin attempts to run around like an idiot but only manages to knock Annette out of the tree. Luckily Nicholai is able to grab her. Meanwhile Alex is being protected by Leon and Chris, leaving Claire to fend for herself. By the way, she isn't very happy about it either.

On the ground Wesker stares up into the tree grinning like a shark.

"That'll teach you to laugh at me."

Next Time on Survivor…

Who will be voted off??

A/N: It's that time again. Who on the Umbrella tribe has to go??