On the Beach…

Wesker stands in the middle of the beach, looking particularly evil this fine morning. Why, may you ask are we now looking at Wesker instead of the Umbrella Tribe? The answer is incredibly simple…we're trying to save money by employing less cameramen. Anyway, back to the reason Wesker is looking particularly evil this fine morning.

It could be because the rather nasty immunity challenge he has cooked up, but it isn't. No, it's because we have finally come to the episode where we turn the rules upside down on the contestants. Where we make surviving and winning that million dollars that much harder to accomplish. Hence the reason Wesker has just broke into a rather frightening fit of evil laughter.

The intrepid survivalists of the Umbrella and S.T.A.R.S. tribe wander onto the beach, looking rather pissed off and tired. Neither tribe looks very happy to see Wesker enjoying himself, especially since the immunity challenge hasn't even started yet. This leads to a few of the tribe members to faint, namely Brad and Alfred. After a few moments Wesker finally regains control of himself and clears his throat.

"Good morning everyone. I have a special surprise for you fine people today."

"You're going to let us go back to camp without subjecting us to some horrible immunity challenge where one or all of us could be injured, maimed, and/or killed?"

Everyone stares at Marcus for a few seconds. It wasn't really the fact of what he said that is eliciting such a response, it was the fact that he actually didn't sound like a fluff when he said it. Maybe there was more to losing that dress yesterday then met the eye. Could Marcus actually have found his masculine side?

Wesker shook his head, quickly getting over the shock.

"No. Everyone remove their buffs and throw them over here by me."

There is a brief silence then twenty buffs come flying at Wesker. Three hit him in the head and probably would have done no damage had rocks not been wrapped in them, not to mention the fact that they were thrown pretty hard. It would probably be beneficial to the audience to know that EVERY buff thrown at our evil, and sometimes misunderstood, host hand a rock wrapped in it. It should also be noted that every buff hit our poor, yet incredibly insensitive, host.

Wesker shook his head a bit, trying to recover from the stoning our survivors have just inflicted upon him. In the meantime the survivors are laughing and having a good time about the whole incident. The survivors in the tree also seem to find the incident amusing and happen to be laughing the loudest. Wesker, on the other hand, is not amused. Not only will he have a couple black eyes tomorrow, but his sunglasses got broken. Pissed off does not really describe how angry Wesker is at this moment in time. However, his contract does state that he cannot outright kill the contestants, so he has to hope the immunity challenge will do it for him.

"You people are going to regret that." Wesker grinned as the laughter, except from the tree, died off. "Now then in the two pots before you are your new buffs, put them on."

The two tribes look around, but cannot seem to find the pots to which Wesker is referring to. Seconds later two crewmen run onto the beach, drop off two black pots, and scurry off camera. Tough finding good help these days, don't you agree? Anyway, the two tribes roll their eyes and dig out their new buffs.

"What in the flying beeping hell are these supposed to be?"

Billy was not the only one, wondering what the hell these new buffs were supposed to represent. They were also wondering why all the buffs were exactly the same. Each one was black and had Wesker for Supreme World Leader written on them in red lettering. Somehow the survivors knew this just did not bode well for them.

"Well it is very simple Mr. Coen. There will no longer be an Umbrella tribe and a S.T.A.R.S. tribe. You ten survivors now make up the HCF tribe."

Wesker then proceeded to laugh in a very maniacal way while the survivors stared at one another in shock and dismay. If they were now one single tribe that meant that immunity was cast into a whole new meaning. Only one of these ten people would walk off this beach with immunity.

"Ah yes, this is grand. Only ONE of you can gain immunity." Wesker giggled a bit. "I find the whole situation most beneficial to my state of mind. Now onto the immunity challenge!"

The ten survivors stared at each other for a few seconds, then sighed heavily, donned their new buffs, and followed Wesker across the beach where the immunity challenge was set up. It looked eerily like the immunity challenge involving the 'zombie wrangling' several episodes back, except this time there was ten corrals and each one was neatly labeled with a survivor's name.

"Now then everyone. This is very, very easy. It's almost exactly like the zombie wrangling you people did several episodes back. The first person to wrangle two of the little buggers into their corral wins immunity." Wesker grinned and walked over to a rather large cage with a tarp over it. "There is one little catch…"

Wesker ripped the tarp of the cage and the entire cast and crew of Survivor gasped in shock. One little catch, was an understatement. Instead of zombies the survivors faced the difficult task of rounding up…Hunters. Even the folks in the tree seemed a bit fearful of this new challenge, mostly due to the fact that they knew the Hunters would eventually wind up stalking them beneath the tree and they were out of bullets.

"Use any means necessary. They have to be alive and in one piece…GO!"

Wesker threw open the cage door and quickly moved a safe distance away, to his beer and lawn chair. He cracked open a Corona and waited for the screaming to start, it didn't take long. In fact I think the survivors have actually beaten the record for seeing monster to screaming, originally held by Brad for Resident Evil 3.

And it was pandemonium. The Hunters immediately took off after anything that moved, making it rather difficult to round them up. Brad and Alfred immediately took off to running around in circles like a couple of idiots, while screaming in high pitched voices, and flailing their arms around wildly. Rebecca freaked out for about a full minute before breaking out the whip and leather outfit combo. Jill ran past Carlos, giving him a shove into the ground for good measure, and headed for Nemmy. Carlos, thanks to the shove from Jill, was desperately trying to keep a Hunter from eating his foot off. Alexia had mutated and was attempting to herd a very singed Hunter toward her corral. Nemmy was having a wrestling match with one of the Hunters and appeared to be winning. Billy had somehow wound up on the back of another Hunter and was trying desperately to steer it toward his corral.

"That's one for Marcus and Morpheus." Wesker cracked another beer, thoroughly enjoying the show. "You guys better hurry now!"

It was true that Marcus and Morpheus had both managed to corral a Hunter. Morpheus' Hunter looked a bit the worse for wear, covered in electrical burns, and Marcus' Hunter was happily chewing on a leech. Apparently even Marcus is willing to sacrifice one of his babies for immunity and a chance at a million dollars.

Meanwhile, Jill somehow managed to lure a Hunter into her corral using the unconscious Carlos as bait. Poor guy passed out from blood loss. Alexia finally got a severely burned Hunter into her corral. Alfred was still running around like an idiot on crack. Billy and his Hunter seem to have taken off into the jungle, he might be gone a while. Rebecca seems to have lost interest in getting her Hunter to the corral and is now bent on beating it into submission. Nemmy was still in the middle of a wrestling match with his chosen prey and from the look of things, now losing. Then something, so incredibly outrageous it could only happen on Reality TV, happened. Brad ran right straight into his corral, face first into one of the posts, and knocked himself out. Now this would not be so outrageous if not for the fact that two Hunters followed him into the corral, winning him the immunity.

"Ok, that was a new one." Wesker pulled himself out of the chair and approached the fallen brad, careful not to get too close to the loosed Hunters. "Ok, Brad you win immunity."

Brad stumbled to his feet, looking a bit dizzy. Wesker handed him Sherry's locket.

"I'll see you all tonight at tribal council. By the way here's the map to your new camp site."

Jill quickly took the map and trudged off toward their new home, with a very dazed Brad and the rest of the tribe stumbling along behind. Wesker grinned again and moved off camera, probably to cause some mayhem to a crew member or something…

In the Tree…

"I'm really starting to hate your brother Alex." Birkin grumbled, staring at the three Hunters prowling below the tree.

"You and me both." Alex glared at Alyssa, still tied to the upper branches. "If someone hadn't wasted all my ammo I could have fixed this problem."

"I was just trying to help!" Alyssa was really pissed off and extremely uncomfortable at this point in time. "I should have let it eat you, you ditzy blonde!"

There is exactly five seconds of silence before Alex totally loses her temper and attempts to skin Alyssa alive with her combat knife. It takes the combined efforts of Nicholai, Chris, and Leon to keep Alex pinned down.

Somewhere in the Jungle…

Billy has finally reached an agreement with his Hunter. Of course this is only after a two hour ride through some bramble bushes, through a piranha filled river, and finally falling into a small ravine. Billy is just not having a good day and he has the bloody wounds to prove it.

Now all he has to do is figure out where the hell he is .

"I hate this show…"

Next Time on Survivor…

Who has to go?

A/N: Alright, here's the deal. You can now vote for anyone, even whoever has immunity. That's because the person with immunity is given the option to give it away before the vote. Here's a quick rundown of who is still on: Jill, Nemmy, Marcus, Morpheus, Alexia, Alfred, Billy, Rebecca, Brad, and Carlos. Cast your votes!