A/N: I waited for a while, to give as many people as possible enough time to vote. Kind of a mistake since it came out in a tie. Now, for the first time I am going to actually vote…in the past tribal councils I have actually never cast a vote. So if you don't like who wins, blame me.

Also this is going to be kind of a short chapter since this is basically the last tribal council to vote someone off and there is only three people…and only one of them actually get to vote. Only two more chapters to go people…

HCF Camp…

Cameraman J glanced around wearily. What happened to Cameraman I, you may be asking? Well it would appear our little yellow herb addict found Wesker's secret stash of hair gel…repeat…hair gel…and overdosed. May he rest in peace along with several other former Cameramen.

Anyway…

Brad is playing with Sanzo and Fluffy, trying not to make eye contact with Jill or Alfred. The latter were off on opposite sides of the camp, playing with their respective pets, and trying to come up with ways of getting Brad to vote the other off.

Once WC had landed, literally on Wesker's head, and explained that Brad couldn't get rid of his immunity, both of them realized that poor little Brad would be the only one voting. Meaning that one of them was going in the cage and the other was going to the final two.

Needless to say, short of murder, they had to depend completely on their own brainpower and whatever they had that could be used to bribe Brad. From the looks of things…well they're starting to think like Wesker, which is really creeping me out.

"Oh I have an excellent plan." Jill laughs in a very Wesker-like way, causing Cameraman J to whimper in a very Brad-like way. "It's foolproof."

"I only have one thing I can do." Alfred whimpered as Lady patted him on the back with a long vine tentacle. "It's my only chance of getting to the final two!"

Cameraman J, sensing that things were about to get interesting…not to mention potentially dangerous…went into passive mode and trained his camera on Brad and his two little pets. Two seconds later Alfred snuck over and tapped Brad lightly on the shoulder.

"Yes Alfred?"

Brad sounded tired, which is why when Alfred screamed and jumped ten feet in the air…well let's just say it didn't make a whole lot of sense. After giving Alfred ten minutes to calm down, Brad cleared his throat.

"What is it you want Alfred?"

"Ummm…could you not vote for me?"

"Alfred, I haven…"

Suddenly Alfred scrambled around the side of the log Brad was sitting on, grabbed him by the front of the shirt, and jerked Brad's head forward so their faces were only inches apart. The only thing keeping Sanzo and Fluffy from attacking was Lady. To say that Brad was surprised would be an understatement.

"Uh, Alfred?"

"I'll give you an island! I have a very nice one, ok it has some debris littering it and I think some B.O.W. might still be running around. But I swear the zombies are all dead!"

"Alfred, I…"

"I don't have any money anymore, curse Enron, but I do have a couple pretty ant objects and three military proofs you could make good money on at e-bay…I would have a signet ring but Chris stole it…"

"Alfred…"

"What about a date with Alexia? I could arrange it, it wouldn't be that hard, plus she did say you were kinda cute…she likes the sort of cowardly guys…no offense! Please don't kill me…"

"Alfred I was…wait, did you say a date with Alexia?"

Alfred nods frantically as Brad ponders the ramifications of dating a woman that could spontaneously burst into flames…

…20 minutes later…

Brad was throwing some wood on the fire when Jill sauntered over to him, riding Cloud…I must comment that Jill is naked right now. Brad glanced up, sighed, then went back to tending the fire.

"Hey Jill."

Jill is not pleased. Not only is her foolproof plan not working, but it is a major insult to a woman if you glance up at her naked body and are completely uninterested. What follows is a lot of screaming and violence not fit for the viewing audience…

- Commercial Break -

"Hello!"

An overly perky young blonde waves at the camera. She's dressed in red shorts and a white tee shirt with the words: Camp Umbrella emblazoned across it in big blood red letters. Behind her is a large wooden sign that also reads Camp Umbrella, and right below that in exceptionally small letters and a foreign language, most likely ancient Aztec, is a disclaimer:

We will NOT be held responsible if your precious little hellions are eaten by one of the sheer perfection bio-weapons we have wandering around out here. If they turn into zombies…well that's just tough shit…

The blonde's smile doubles in size and she waves again.

"I'm head councilor here at Camp Umbrella, my name is Miss Perky…yea!"

Unbeknownst to Miss Perky three campers go running by being chased by a Cerberus. Seconds later two other campers run screaming through camera range being chased by a Hunter.

"We here at Camp Umbrella care about your children….yea! We have excellent facilities…"

The camera sweeps to a creepy looking cabin with a torch hung on either side of the door.

"…caring staff…"

The camera then sweeps to Vincent who is teaching an Arts and Crafts class to a bunch of scared ten year olds. I'd be sacred too if he was getting ready to experiment on a camper.

"…a beautiful lake…"

Still unknown to Miss Perky, a Lurker has just hopped out of the lake and is trying to swallow a screaming child. Two other campers are beating it with sticks.

"…so if you need a few weeks off this summer, send you kids to Camp Umbrella. Remember Camp Umbrella helps the children, one miracle at a time…yea!"

As the screen goes back half a dozen campers, Richard Aiken, and Ada Wong go zipping through the camera shot…lumbering behind them is a very pissed off Nemesis…

- Back to the Show -

Wesker's mouth dropped open and Bob fell off his head to the ground in astonishment as Jill rode into the tribal council area…still naked. Behind him, Alfred is smiling brightly and being carried by Lady, and way in the back being drug in is Brad. Brad is not doing well, in fact I think Jill may have broken more than a few bones.

Wesker shook his head, getting over the shock of seeing Jill naked, scooped up Bob, and commenced with the voting.

"Well now, only Brad can vote…please proceed."

Brad groaned and pulled himself across the floor to the voting pot. He scribbled out a singe name and held the card above the table for the camera to read…at this time only his hand is visible.

"I hurt…"

Instead of dropping the card in the pot, he pulled himself over to Wesker, slid the card into his hand, and produced $5000.00 in one hundred dollar bills from his pants pocket.

"Wesker…make it painful…"

He then shoved the money into the front pocket of Wesker's jeans, the pants he won from Vergil, and crawled back to Sanzo and Fluffy where he promptly passed out. Wesker glanced at the money in his pocket then down at the card.

"Oooooh Jiiiiiiiilllllll!"

Somewhere on the Island…

"I'm gonna kill the bitch!"

Since the wild chase through the woods the former tree bound survivors and now completely lost survivors are looking quite the worse for wear. Alex is now shirtless, but still has the two mice in her bra. Chris, Leon, and Nicholai are also shirtless…although I think Leon already was…covered in scratches, and their pants are now nothing more than ripped shorts. Yoko and Ada now have shorter than short shirts and are also covered in scratches. Annette has a black eye and is mumbling to herself. Alyssa has gone completely comatose. Claire is staying pretty close to Birkin after her head injury and Birkin himself lost his lab coat and shirt somewhere. For being a scientist nerd, he is actually pretty buff. Hunk, thank god, finally got his memory back, lost his utility belt, and now has a crush on Alex…join the club.

At the moment Leon, Chris, Hunk, and Nicholai are trying to keep Alex from strangling Ashley. Apparently she's been a royal pain since hooking up with the survivors during the last immunity challenge.

"Look here blondie." Ashley snapped, flicking a bit of hair out of her face. "Do you know who I am?"

"Yea…" Alex growled, as Ada and Yoko helped the others restrain her. "One dead bimbo in about three seconds!"

Cooperation and teamwork is not in their vocabulary…

Back at Tribal Council…

Wesker pokes the liquefied lump that used to be Jill and counts his money. Meanwhile…Alfred heads back to camp in happy, happy, joy, joy bliss…Brad is carried back by Sanzo and Fluffy…

Next Time on Survivor…

The Jury will decided who now gets the Million Dollars…

The Former Contestants escape the island…maybe…I think…

A/N: I bet you thought it would never happen. But the time has come…that's right I'm asking you to vote again…but this time…

Who do you want to win the Million? Alfred or Brad?

It's up to you…who's going to be rich and who's going to be very pissed off?