HCF Camp…
The sun rises over the island, making it look beautiful and full of quiet peace…then the survivors wake up and everything goes to hell.
Marcus is in a foul mood and has been since his little Love Bunny…his words not mine, no really he said that…got voted off the night before. I suppose the kiss Rebecca got from Wesker didn't help his mood in the slightest. Jill is still sick and has been heaving on and off all night long. Everyone is staying as far away from her as humanly possible. Billy's ear is infected and has swelled up to twice its normal size, making him look impossibly dorky. Alfred is more paranoid than usual and is convinced Brad intends to slaughter him in his sleep. I'm not 100 sure how that all came about either, last time I checked Brad hasn't so much as smacked him in the last few days.
As for young Mr. Vickers…well he's positively alight with joy and perkiness. I know it sickens me too, but bear with me on this. In fact he doesn't even have anything remotely close to looking like a hangover, which is odd considering he drank like twenty-two Yeager-bombs plus at least six beers after escaping W.C.'s apartment.
Currently he is playing fetch with Sanzo and Fluffy, while the other survivors contemplate killing him in the most painful way possible…
On the beach…
Our poor sadistic host looks…um…well he looks bad. He still dressed in his stolen clothes, but his skin is paler than usual and his eyes are badly blood shot. Bob is sitting on his shoulder, forgoing his normal roosting spot atop Wesker's head because poor little Wesker has a migraine the size of Texas.
The survivors troop onto the beach in time to see Wesker toss his cookies in some nearby bushes. This of course causes Jill to toss her own cookies behind a pine tree.
Let's…uh…leave the cookie tossing for a few minutes and see how things are going elsewhere…
Somewhere on the island…
"Die you giant freak of nature!"
Alex did a flying leap from the tree, brandishing a large coconut and a palm leaf. The Licker stared at her like she'd lost her mind, at least until she landed on his back and started beating him in the head with the coconut. It began yipping like a dog while running around in circles.
Meanwhile Clare was still trying to rescue her ankle from the Licker on the ground while Birkin and Nicholai come up with a plan. Seconds later Nicholai comes flying out of the tree in a very heroic way. Unfortunately his aim is off and he lands about two feet to the left of the Licker, flat on his face.
"…owww…" comes the painful and muffled reply from poor Nicholai. "…again…owww…"
While the Licker is staring at Nicholai, Birkin gives Claire a jerk and pulls her back into the tree. Once there he quickly jerks off the Lickers' tongue and ties it to one of the palm tree's branches. This appears to piss off the Licker greatly.
In another tree Ada and Yoko have had a conference and have decided that Alyssa is expendable. As such they have thrown her to the Licker that was stalking them below the tree. Said Licker is now chasing Alyssa in circles while she screams her head off and waves her arms around in useless and random motions. She kinda looks like Brad or Alfred at this point.
The fourth Licker has sat down and is now completely engrossed in the fist fight above him. Leon and Chris have forgotten all about the Licker at this point and are basically trying to kill each other with extreme prejudice.
Annette is still unconscious…
Back on the beach…
Wesker and Jill now look a tad bit better thanks to some aspirin and Alka-Seltzer from the producer. Wesker smiles grimly, sorta looking evil, and motions for the survivors to follow him down the beach. The survivors groan, but trudge along behind the host.
They finally arrive several yards down the beach. Sitting in the middle of the sand is a very large cage, with a tunnel connected to it. Connected to the tunnel was an exceptionally large crate, in fact there were several crates lined up near the water.
"Alright, Alfred give me the pendant."
Wesker held out his hand, expecting Alfred to give him the pendant. What happened instead was the pendant came flying through the air and bonked him in the head. Wesker groaned, then glared as he snatched the pendant off the ground.
"I hope you die you little fluff." Wesker slipped the pendant around his neck, then gestured toward the cage. "This is not your typical immunity challenge. This is a endurance challenge. Any time during the challenge you may leave the cage, but if you do remember you lose the immunity. Last one left in the cage wins."
"Alright, what are you going to put in the cage with us?" Brad snapped, Sanzo hissing his agreement. "I trust you about as far as I can throw you."
"Nothing too dangerous, now move you little morons. By the way your guy's little pets have to stay out here."
The survivors trooped inside the cage, looking like doomed prisoners on their way to the gas chamber. That was a very good analogy considering this is Wesker we're talking about. Sanzo and Fluffy waited outside the cage, whining to themselves.
Wesker grinned sadistically and opened the door on the first crate. There was a loud howl and five Cerberus bounded into the cage. Alfred let out a bloodcurdling scream and scrambled up the side of the cage. Brad and Jill glanced at one another and quickly followed.
"Sick him boys!" Billy yelled, shoving Marcus into the oncoming dogs. "Eat the icky scientist!"
"AHHHHHH!"
While Billy laughed with manacle glee and Marcus screamed, Wesker shoved the empty crate aside and pulled the second one in line forward. He grabbed the door and slide it open. There was a loud screech and five Chimeras leaped into the cage, immediately climbing toward the survivors that had taken refuge on the cage walls.
"Oh my God in Heaven!"
Jill dropped to the floor, climbed over top of the still screaming Marcus and hid behind Billy. Alfred in the meantime, did a flying leap from the cage wall and wound up landing on Marcus's head. Marcus did not find this to be a very good situation, grabbed Alfred, and threw him toward Brad. Brad in turn did a flying kick through the air and knocked Alfred out the cage door.
"Alfred you are out of the running." Wesker grinned, despite the splitting headache. "You may now pass out from fear."
"Thank you…"
Alfred then passed out. Wesker's grin widened and he kicked the second empty crate aside and grabbed for the third one in line. Whistling the theme song to S.W.A.T., Wesker opened the crate door. There was a loud crash then some annoying screeching noises before five Eliminator's sprung out of the crate and into the cage.
"Oh hell no!"
Billy scrambled around Jill and shoved her toward the T-Virus infected monkeys. He distinctly remembered those little bastards from the Training Facility and had no desire to get reacquainted with them. Marcus in the meantime had finally managed to untangled from the dogs only to have two Eliminators jump him from behind and drag him to the cage floor.
"AHHHH!"
Brad, being the sane and sensible person that he is, decided that it was about time to leave the area. He bolted for door and dove into the sand as one of the Eliminator's grabbed for his legs. Sanzo immediately hopped over and licked his face.
"Congrats Brad you are not the wimpiest contestant of this challenge." Wesker grinned, his eyes flicking over to the unconscious Alfred. "Of course that isn't really saying much…"
Wesker spun around, as he did so Brad flipped him off, and headed to the crates. He shoved the one aside, grabbed for the fourth crate, and opened the door. A few seconds later five large Black Widows skittered into the cage.
"AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
At this point Jill had a major freak out and began running around in circles waving her arms around in much the same manner as both Brad and Alfred usually do. Unknown to everyone present Jill has Arachnophobia. During the games she had a stunt double do all the scenes that involved spiders. Marcus somehow managed to get away from the Eliminators only to get knocked down by Jill's flailing arms and jumped by two spiders.
"Ok this is getting old!" He shouted, kicking at one of the Black Widows. "It's so unfair!"
"Oh shut up you baby!" Billy growled, dodging one of the Black Widows and a Chimera claw. "You sound like Alfred!"
Wesker was actually starting to enjoy this whole thing. Whistling I Stand Alone, by Godsmack, he pulled the next crate into line and opened the door.
"AHHHHHHH!"
Jill didn't even contemplate sticking around as five UT Troopers shambled into the cage, firing wildly in every direction. She jumped over Billy, landing on Marcus', and dove through the cage door.
"Oh damn Jill." Wesker cringed as Marcus' eyes rolled up in the back of his head. "That was cold…real cold."
Marcus was in a lot of pain as Wesker grabbed for the next crate and opened the door. So when several giant alligators stormed out, he didn't really seem to care. Billy on the other hand did care and quickly beat the shit out of a UT Trooper and stole his gun. While Billy did his impersonation of Rambo, Marcus crawled out of the cage and collapsed near Brad.
"Can I get some ice?" He squeaked in a high pitched voice. "I hurt…"
Even Wesker felt sorry for him, and Wesker felt sorry for few people.
"Billy, you win." He tossed the pendant to Billy as he emerged from the cage still carrying the stolen gun. "Tribal council tonight guys!"
The survivors beat a hasty retreat as the B.O.W. from the immunity challenge escaped the cage and took off for parts unknown…
Somewhere on the Island…
There is a lot of screaming going on as all the B.O.W. from the immunity challenge show up to harass our former contestants. Everyone has taken cover and are now in fear for their lives…except Leon and Chris who are still beating the hell out of each other…
Next Time on Survivor…
Who is getting voted off this round?
A/N: I would like to thank GoldenB for his immunity idea, loved it! Now who are you going to vote off next?
Jill - Brad - Marcus - Billy - Alfred