A/N: To answer a question posed in one of the reviews…Yes, basically the immunity doesn't mean anything…at least not yet…

I am so evil, aren't I?

HCF Camp…The next morning…

The HCF tribe are not happy, but are they ever?

Truth be told they are in an even worse mood than they were the night before. Not because Morpheus got voted off, everyone is exceptionally happy that thing is gone. No, they are all pissed off because most of their camp got blown away in the hurricane. A few of the tribe members are wishing that some of their tribe mates had been blown away as well, but that is a whole other issue.

"Look at this place!" Alexia whines. "Do they really expect me, the great and beautiful Alexia Ashford to live in this pig sty!"

The cameraman, hereafter referred to as Cameraman G, splutters a bit trying to come with an answer. Alexia shakes her head, massaging her temples.

"It was a rhetorical question you peasant."

She then wanders off to spread more misery to her wayward brother. Cameraman G quickly escapes, thinking these people are psycho. Unfortunately for him, Cameraman G has no idea what happened to his predecessors. I mean when your name is G you have to wonder what happened to A through F.

On the Beach…

W.C. flicks a bit of dust from her Code Veronica Wesker rip-off combat outfit and adjusts her stolen Wesker sunglasses. She is extremely excited to be hosting the show today, especially the immunity challenge and reward challenge. You can tell by the malicious Wesker-like grin on her face.

A few seconds later the HCF tribe wanders onto the beach, Billy riding his hunter Fluffy. They all stop dead in their tracks, open mouthed and staring, at the sight of W.C. dressed like her little Albie. There is a lot of confusion on this beach folks, but that is really nothing unusual is it?

"What the hell are you doing here?" Alexia snaps.

"Where's Wesker, he's not hurt is he?"

Despite the look of concern on Jill's face, she looks anything but sympathetic. In fact the thought of Wesker being injured puts a genuine grin her face. W.C. shakes her head.

"No. He's…uh…tied up with something at the moment…"

Wesker Chick's Apartment…

"Help!"

It seems W.C. was not lying when she said Wesker was tied up with something. In fact he's tied to that bed with several somethings. Including some high tensile steel cable and a couple logging chains. He doesn't look to happy about it either.

"I swear I'll never do anything evil again…JUST GET ME THE HELL OUT OF HERE!"

Back on the Beach…

"Since my cute little Albie is currently indisposed, I'll be giving you your immunity challenge today." W.C. smiles. "Oh and there is a reward challenge as well, isn't that nice?"

The tribe members look at each other and shrug. Most of them figure this shouldn't be too hard, after all W.C. can't be nearly as evil as Wesker. Finally they nod. W.C. smiles and motions for them to follow her.

"Alright then, first the immunity challenge." W.C. motions to a large banner behind her. "This is a race. From here you will circle the island, following the arrows through various areas. First one back here wins immunity. Simple. Oh and Billy you can't ride your Hunter."

Right at this moment the entire tribe decides that W.C. is not nearly as vindictive as Wesker. In fact none of them think to ask her what the catch is, boy are they going to regret that. The survivors spread out under the banner, while Billy's hunter catches some shade under a nearby tree. W.C. smiles and pulls out a DE magnum, pointing the barrel toward the sky.

"Ready…set…GO!"

She fires a single shot into the air and the survivors take off. Just as they round the first corner a large T-Virus moth hit's the ground at W.C.'s feet. She looks up into the sky, glances at the gun in her hand, then looks back at the moth. Which, incidentally, has a rather large hole through the middle of its chest.

"Opps, I hope those things aren't endangered."

W.C. grabs the bat and tosses it to Fluffy, who promptly eats it in one single gulp. She giggles and pats the thing on the snout.

"Let's have a look at our lovely contestants, shall we?"

Fluffy screeches a reply while W.C. examines some conveniently placed video monitors.

Marcus is in the lead, followed closely by Billy, then Brad, then Jill, then Rebecca, and then Alfred carrying Alexia. The latter is beating the former with a large stick and screaming at him to go faster. Thus far they have run into nothing unusual, that is about to change in five seconds.

Marcus rounds the corner, following a bright red arrow to the left. Suddenly he comes to a skidding halt.

"What the…"

Billy, unable to stop in time, slams into Marcus and they both go head first into the small pond in front of them. The rest of the tribe comes to a halt, looking both sickened and surprised. Marcus and Billy are not happy.

"AHHHH! Something's on my foot!"

Marcus beats at the rather large T-Virus infected leech attached to his leg. Apparently his 'babies' have abandoned their master after the way he mistreated them in the last immunity challenge. Billy is having somewhat better luck, as he has managed to climb onto one of the nearby stepping stones.

The rest of the tribe looks at one another and decides that W.C. is as vindictive as Wesker and curse her name several times, causing the censors to beep out the next five minutes of conversation. Finally Jill braves the water and starts jumping from stone to stone across the pond. Everyone else follows with Alfred/Alexia bringing up the rear. Marcus is still having leech issues and might be out of the race for good, in fact one of the leeches has attached itself to his face.

"MMMM….MMMMM!"

Back on track Billy takes over the lead and makes a right, following the next arrow. He's going to regret that.

"Holy…SHIT!"

Two Chimeras drop from the palm trees, right on top of Billy. Jill quickly passes him, eyes on the trail, followed by the rest of the survivors. Billy continues to wrestle with his attackers.

"GET OFF OF ME!"

He is not winning. Back on the beach, W.C. is laughing and drinking beer. Yea, she's exactly like her cute little Albie. Back on the trail, Jill decides that being out in front is not the best of ideas. She drops back, allowing Rebecca to pass her. Rebecca glances back at Jill and laughs, even going so far as to call her a few very un-nice names. But it's Jill who winds up laughing last when Rebecca suddenly flies sideways, attacked by two hunters.

"AHHHH! That BITCH!"

I'm assuming she's referring to W.C.. Jill points and laughs then proceeds on her way, following another arrow into some heavy foliage. Without warning a large vine snakes around her legs and lifts her off the ground. Jill is now in the grips of Plant-42. Jill screams her head off as the plant flings her around like a rag doll. Alfred and Alexia pass this display, with Alexia laughing and pointing at Jill.

The survivors are now halfway around the island…

Alexia is still laughing at Jill's plight, when a large T-Virus bat swoops down and grabs her by the hair.

"Alfred you get up here and help me!"

Alfred glances up at his screaming sister as she is carried into the tree tops by the bat. Taking one single moment to actually think, yes folks mark this momentous occasion in your minds, he decides he'd rather have the immunity. He speeds up as Brad draws along side him.

The survivors are now more than ¾ around the island…

Brad and Alfred are neck and neck, when a large cloud of green gas floats into Brad's face. Brad coughs, gags, and finally passes out. A large Ivy shambles out of the foliage and picks Brad up by the ankle, it then disappears back into the tree line. Alfred ignores the whole scene and slides under the banner.

"Oh goody, Alfred wins."

W.C. smiles brightly and hands Alfred Sherry's locket. He slips it over his neck, smiles stupidly, and passes out from exhaustion.

"Well, I suppose we should gather up everyone else, we still have reward challenge. Come on Fluffy."

While W.C. rides Fluffy out to retrieve the other survivors, let's see what our former tree bound refuges are up to…

Somewhere on the island…

"Oooo…my head."

Alex sat up, rubbing at a large knot on the back of her head. Sparky scampered out of her bra to sit on her shoulder.

"Where the hell are we?" He squeaked, looking around the dense foliage. "Are we still on the island?"

"No idea, maybe…"

"MOMMY!"

Alex went tumbling backwards and Sparky went flying through the air as Hunk tackled Alex to the ground.

"I was so worried!"

Alex patted him on the back as he began to sob into her shoulder. A few seconds later Chris and Leon walked over. Chris was a bit bruised up and there were twigs in his hair. Leon was shirtless and his chest was covered with scratches.

"Where is everyone else?" Alex asked, trying to get out from under Hunk. "They alright?"

"Well, Alyssa is stuck in a tree screaming bloody murder. Yoko is setting Claire's arm, she broke it in the fall." Chris sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Nicholai is sick, flu or something. Ada is digging a hole for William while Annette tries to clean him up a bit."

"He's dead?"

"So it would appear." Leon said, scooping Sparky off the ground. "Probably when he hit the ground."

Alex finally got out from under Hunk and stood up. Hunk continued to cry wrapped around her waist. She sighed and motioned for Leon and Chris to lead the way. She dragged along behind them, Hunk still sobbing.

A few minutes later they arrived in a clearing. The tree they had been in during the hurricane lay at an angle, the roots supported by some trees and the top dug into the ground.

"Get me down from here!" Alyssa screamed from a nearby tree. "I am not going to be stuck in another beeping tree! Do you hear me down there! I swear…"

A rock came flying from Yoko's direction, smacking Alyssa in the head and knocking her unconscious.

"Damn she is annoying." Yoko snapped, turning back to Claire. "She's a royal pain in the ass."

"Tell me…owww!" Claire cringed as Yoko pulled the bandages tight. "That hurts."

"Duh."

Alex shook her head and followed Leon and Chris toward where Ada was digging a hole. Suddenly a hand shot up and grabbed Alex by the ankle. Alex spun around to find Nicholai staring up at her looking a bit insane.

"The bunnies…at night I can hear the bunnies screaming…beware the bunnies…BEWARE!"

"Yea, bunnies, right."

Alex slid out of his grip and hurried to catch up with Chris and Leon. Ada was about seven feet into the hole, so you could only see the top of her head and the tip of her shovel as the dirt flew through the air.

"Why the hell do I have to dig the beeping hole? He's not my beeping husband!"

The three passed by Ada and her complaining and finally stopped where Annette was kneeling over her husband's body. And I must say she looked anything but sad. In fact I'd go so far to say she looked ready to have a party.

"Poor, poor William…giggle…I'm gonna miss you…snort…you were the love of my life."

Finally she broke into a fit of giggles. Leon rolled his eyes and headed back to help Ada. Alex and Chris just looked at each other and sighed. Then something very surprising happened.

"I'm not dead." William mumbled, trying to get up. "I'm fine."

Annette quickly snapped around and put her hand over her husband's mouth.

"He's lying, it's just muscle's twitching. You know, death throws and stuff."

"Uh-huh." Chris and Alex said in unison. "Really?"

"I'm fine…really I am." William mumbled, pulling at his wife's hand. "I think I'll go for a walk."

"You'll be stone dead in a moment, just shut up." Annette hissed, looking around for a rock to bash him with. "Really, he'll be dead in seconds."

Chris reached out and grabbed Annette by the left arm, Alex grabbed the right. They then proceeded to drag her past everyone and out of the clearing, all the while she was screaming.

"My one chance! And that moron can't even get himself properly killed!"

Back on the Beach…

"Oh my, wasn't that fun?"

W.C. beamed at the survivors, all in various states of pain. Marcus was babbling, pale from blood loss, and covered in nasty red leech sucky marks. Billy was covered in Chimera slashes and moaning softly to himself. Rebecca was rocking back and forth, covered in deep scratches and mumbling something about 'the screeches'. Jill has some nasty bruises on her ankles and is so dizzy she can't even see straight. Alexia is covered in moth dust, has lost a substantial amount of hair, seems to have a large green growth on her back. Brad is having acid flashbacks and is drooling from the gas. Alfred is the only one still in one piece.

"Hrmm, I guess from the silence that would be a no." W.C. shrugs. "Oh well, now the reward challenge. And the reward is…"

W.C. stepped back and pulled a sheet off of the table behind her. Despite the pain and agony the survivors all perk up with awe and wonder. On the table is a gold herb, two cases of beer, and three pizzas.

"All you have to do is…" W.C. smirked. "Kiss me. Whoever gives me the best kiss wins."

The men all jump to their feet while the three girls look at each other, confusion etched on their faces. But the smell from the pizzas is too much so they too jump to their feet.

Jill is the first one there and plants a big one on W.C.'s face. W.C. decks her, knocking her flat on her ass.

"Ewww…you're a girl!"

Alexia and Rebecca quickly sit down. Jill's unconscious form is enough to dissuade them from trying. Billy trots up, grabs W.C. by the shoulders and kisses her full on the mouth. W.C. reaches up and slaps him across the face.

"That sucked, next!"

Billy stumbles back toward the girls, while Alfred tries his hand at wooing the young W.C. He plants a hand on each side of her face and kisses her. A second later he stumbles back to the Billy and the girls, a large red mark on the left side of his face. Marcus trots up and gives her a peck on the cheek…he too stumbles back to sit down sporting a red mark.

"You're the last one Brad, make it good."

W.C. smirks at him, but Brad seems unusually confident. He stalks over, slides both arms around her back, bends his knee so she's swept down a few inches from the ground, and kisses her. After a few seconds W.C.'s arms come up around his neck and she kisses him back. Finally Brad pulls back, stands up, and rights W.C. into a standing position.

"Wow." W.C. blushes a bit. "You win, come on."

W.C. grabs him by the back of the shirt and pulls him along behind her.

"I forgot to mention that part of the reward was getting to come home with me."

Brad lets out a blood curdling scream and tries to get away. What he winds up doing is landing flat on his stomach being drug by his ankles.

"AHHHH!"

Deep furrows of earth are dug up as Brad is drug off. The remaining survivors steal the beer, pizzas, and gold herb then hightail it back to camp…

Next Time on Survivor…

Who will be voted off?

A/N: Well, hope you like it. Who has got to go? Your choices:

Alfred - Alexia - Marcus - Billy - Brad - Jill - Rebecca