Author Note: This is a Resident Evil fluff from Alice's P.O.V reflecting on what has happened to her since the beginning of the Zombie Apocalypse. It will have snip-its from each movie entangled with my own ideas in the hopes of painting the full picture of the trials and tribulations of our hero; Alice Abernathy.

Major spoilers for the first 4 RE movies are going to be recorded in here, so if you don't want to hear them you have been warned. For those of you who have seen the movies countless times (such as myself) I hope you enjoy!

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B.

Updated 2021-03-24: Edits to the text, since this was last updated in 2016! So long ago! :)

A New Beginning

Alice's take on the Extinction of the Human Race

Red. That was all I could see, wave after wave of red swirls lapping up against the sandy beach to what remained of the Dominican Republic. It was blood, some from infected, some from the innocent caught in the cross-fire. I fell to my knees, dropping the blood soaked katana's from my hands, tasting the iron in the blood speckling my lips. This is all my fault. I needed to prove I could stick my middle finger so far up Umbrella's ass they would be begging for mercy, no matter the cost.

When the world turned to shit six years ago, I was was head of security to a secret, underground facility known as "The Hive". I kept my thoughts and opinions to myself for years, after all, Umbrella was paying me a hefty sum of money to parade around a secluded mansion and pretend to be in love. However, it did not take long for an itch to creep up my back, an itch I desperately wanted to scratch; what exactly was Umbrella housing one hundred feed below me?

That was when I met Lisa. She was undercover, working for a resistance group and feeding them information from her position inside The Hive. She was the one who told me what Umbrella kept hidden away from the public; experimental bio-weapons. No one, not even a large Corporation such as Umbrella, would get away using me to babysit biological weapons without paying a price. Lisa and I struck a deal, I would supply her with security codes, schematics of the building, everything she needed to take The Hive down in exchange for a hefty payment, enough to disappear for good before shit hit the fan.

The deal however, never took place...

…Dazed, drugged and battling a splitting headache I awoke at the bottom of the shower, the marble cold against my skin. I was still at the mansion, naked, the water pelting me from the showerhead. That was all I could piece together, everything else, everything about who I was, or where I was, alluded me. When I got up and entered the bedroom, there was a note on the dresser with a single phrase written on the paper:

Today, all your dreams come true

…I started to copy the message, but noticed my handwriting was different. Someone else left me that note. I opened the top dresser drawer, seeing numerous neatly folded white shirts and black pants. I closed the drawer and moved onto the next one, staring at what was under the locked glass top; high powered handguns. I quickly closed the drawer, turning to the bed behind me. Laying out on top of the covers was a red dress and combat boots, as if beckoning me to wear them...

…Now dressed, I made my way through the mansion, hoping to find someone else. As I made my way through the foyer, a man dressed in a blue dress shirt and black pants tackled me to the ground. Before I could make sense of what was happening, the windows to the room shattered. Men and women dressed in black tactical gear embossed with the Umbrella logo crashed into the room. The woman wrestled the man off me, checking his identification against the database while their leader approached me, asking me to state my name and objective. I was silent, unable to remember my name in that moment. Another member of their team stated that a chemical was released into the house that causes temporary memory loss. That seemed to satisfy their leader who stood over me, bringing myself, and the man now known as Matt, a cop from Racoon City, with them towards the entrance to The Hive...

…The more time I spent with the Umbrella team, the more my memory returned. I eventually remembered my objective; to guard The Hive with another man, Spencer, also an Umbrella Security officer. We found him in a storage locker on the train that led from the mansion to the entrance to The Hive. I remembered my name; Alice, but that was it. Their leader, named One, told us that something horrible had happened in The Hive, bad enough that the defensive systems at both the mansion and The Hive were activated by a computer program called the Red Queen. When we reset her, we unleashed the undead, former employees of The Hive that had been reanimated and were hungry for one thing only; human flesh. Matt and I were separated from the group, where I learned that he was here looking for information about his sister, an informant for his resistance group that he had lost contact with. Her name was Lisa, and my memory suddenly jumpstarted like a dead battery, as everything up to when I awoke in the Mansion a few hours prior came flooding back...

…In the end only myself and Matt had made it out alive. We figured our nightmare was over but, we were wrong. Before I could give him the antidote, hairy tentacles emerge from Matt's bicep in the exact spot a Licker had scratched him with it's claws. I fought off the Umbrella scientists dressed in white hazmat suits that stormed the room, trying to stop them from taking Matt away, but it was useless, I was outnumbered. The next thing I remember is awakening with a splitting headache, alone and naked in a hospital room. I managed to make my way to the street. I realized I was in Raccoon City, the city a few miles South of the Mansion and entrance to "The Hive". The street was littered with abandoned vehicles, trash was blowing down empty side walks, and fires burning in broken store fronts. Dressed in a lab coat and barefoot, I grabbed a shot gun from the back seat of a police cruiser and pumped it once...

…This was just the beginning of the end..

-/-

I still feel guilty and responsible for unleashing hell upon the world. The epicentre, Raccoon City, was once a city brimming with normal, every day people, enjoying their normal, everyday lives. Within hours, it was overrun by the undead, relentless droves of the infected creatures of all kinds. If I had just learned to keep my nose in my own business none of this would have happened. I may not have been the one to release the T-Virus inside The Hive, but my plans with Lisa were overheard by my snivelling excuse of a partner, which set all the events of the next six years in motion. Overtime, I learned to channel my hatred and guilt into survival. Every time I shoot a bullet, or slice my sword, I'm disposing the garbage left of this wasteland of a planet.

Countless innocent victims, millions of infected, like hell they're going to die in vain.

I looked down at my reflection in the water, eyes wild and hair haggard. I can see the faces of those I've befriended along the way appear beside me. Lisa, Matt, Rain, LJ, Betty, Mikey, Peyton, all innocent victims to Umbrella's countless bio-weapons. I ran my hand across the water, watching their images ripple away, tears rolling down my cheeks...

-/-

…I felt different. The team of Umbrella scientists led by Dr. Issacs's, did something to me. I could feel it slithering under my skin, trying to bond and mutate with the cells in my body, changing me. When I was little, my father always told me I was special, but I don't think becoming a bio-weapon for Umbrella was wheat he had in mind. I still looked like myself, yet, on the inside, I was graced with so much more. Super human strength, quick healing abilities, and most importantly, the ability to sense the undead before they approached...

…They were only four-legged muscles and bone, with razor sharp teeth and claws. Their brains were the size of their heads and tongues, several feet long to wrap and coil around their unsuspected victims. Primitive bio-weapon experiments that flooded the streets of Racoon City along with the infected and reeked havoc on the innocent. I knew they were close, I could smell them inside Ravens Gate Church. That's when I heard gunfire. The main door was barricaded, but that wasn't going to stop me from making an entrance...

…Three of them, cornering a small group of civilians in one of the rooms of the church. I disposed of them quickly, turning my motorcycle into a large fireball and crushing them beneath the heavy wooden cross at the front of the church. It was the first time I had seen anyone alive since escaping the hospital, and if I had arrived moments later, they would have been dead...

…We made a deal with an Umbrella employee, a man searching for his daughter who was trapped in her school. If we were able to find her, he would make sure we were able to escape before Umbrella unleashed a nuclear tactical device upon Racoon City; their way of eradicating any trace of the infection. We were able to find the girl, Angela, who like me was infected with the T-Virus. Her and I could sense the virus off each other, immediately knowing something was different. We lost one, a reporter, and gained one more to our small group, an ex-Umbrella solider named Carlos Oliveria. Luckily for him, Angela had a syringe of the antidote in her backpack to combat the effects of the virus coursing through his bloodstream from the bite on his arm...

…When we arrived at the rendezvous point, it was made clear to us that the plane being guarded by Umbrella personnel was not for us. We were commandeering the ride of another bio-weapon, someone who was experimented on like myself, but with drastic changes. He went by the name Nemesis, a mutated, ten foot tall, monster, controlled with commands provided by Umbrella personnel, but I knew him by a different name...

Matt...

…I could not save everyone...

-/-

Back on the beach, far from the past, I closed my eyes allowing the roof top to Raccoon City's City Hall materialize in my mind. Soon Jill Valentine, a faithful S.T.A.R.S. Agent, Carlos Oliveria a renegade Umbrella Operative, and the young, innocent Angela Ashford, appeared. Remembering the pain in Angie's eyes as she stared at me while holding her father's corpse brought about fresh tears. I could see Nemesis, the grotesque monster Matt had become, but deep down inside was still the man who risked his life to save my own.

I clawed at the burning sand around me, the sun on my face feeling like the giant fireball that was once a helicopter, colliding with Matt who made the ultimate sacrifice so we could escape. I screamed out on the desolate beach, finally releasing the pain and anguish I've held onto for years. Feeling trapped in a horrific nightmare, I could hear the sweet, charming voice of Angela echo softly in my head.

Alice

A single word, my name, snapped be back to the present like a punch to the gut. Years ago and trapped as one of Dr. Issacs's science experiments, Angela saved me. That girl had more courage and heart than anyone I've ever known. Anger still simmers under my skin, remembering the effects of the T-Virus coursing through my bloodstream. They made me into a weapon, recast and moulded in Umbrella's image. After Raccoon City, I became Alice Version 2.0, dangerous to everyone, including myself. I knew then that it was safer to be alone, to stay away from people, especially those I cared about. The solitary lifestyle was sustainable for while, but everything changed while crossing the deserted plains of what was once the American Southwest.

-/-

…The only way to stay one step ahead was to play their game. Breaking into an Umbrella compound and downloading their satellite trajectories was easy, remaining in the shadows for the next three years was the challenge. I was an Angel of Death, my Ducati motorcycle my valiant steed, armed with swords and hand guns, and my special "abilities" as my armour, I fought for my survival and the survival of what remained of the human race...

…I had been tracking a group of survivors on my small CB radio for weeks. They put out daily broadcasts searching for survivors to join their convoy. I made sure to keep my distance, knowing I could unintentionally lead the lambs to slaughter. I had no idea who this Claire Redfield was, but she sounded tough, a true survivor. Someone a fellow survivor, Jill Valentine, could have been friends with. Perhaps, in another life...

…As I was trudging through the desert, my valiant steed a twisted pile of metal due to my powers getting the best of me while I slept, I noticed a large gathering of crows encircling an encampment ahead. As I approached, I could see the birds were infected from feasting on tainted flesh. I didn't know what to do, but I had to do something...

…It was over in seconds. Charred flesh and feathers fell from the sky like black dust, burning in the orange sky surrounding us. Those survivors remaining ran as far from me as possible, scared that I was some sort of monster here to harm them. In a way they were right. I had revealed my powers and position to Umbrella and signed the death sentence for the whole convoy...

…As a peace offering to Claire and her crew, I provided them with a red, leather bound book I picked up at a gas station a few days prior. It was filled with pipe dreams of Alaska, many mentions of a place called Arcadia. A place claiming to be infection free. Claire was skeptical at first, however this plan provided one thing for her convoy that she could not...

Hope.

…To have a chance of making the long journey to Alaska, we needed to refill our supplies. The only viable place that was not already picked clean was Las Vegas, a likely breeding ground for the infected. When we arrived however, the city was almost completely gone. Buildings that once stood hundred's of feet in the air were blanketed by mountains of desert sand. A metal shipping container blocking our path. As I approached, I could hear the grunts and growls of the genetically mutated, bio weapons pounding like a beating drum. A present from Umbrella...

…It was a bloodbath. So many died, many more bodies to add to the never ending total growing on my subconscious. Those people trusted me, trusted Claire, and Umbrella was lying in wait to reclaim the weapon they had been searching for, for years. Me...

…Despite the loss of lives; LJ, Mikey, Betty, all friends and comrades to Claire's convoy, I had a way to make sure those little survivors that were left could make it to Alaska. Dr. Issacs's thought he was safe in his little hideaway, believing he could control me, his precious "Project Alice". If there was one bright spot on that day it was my ability to break free of Umbrella's control. It was satisfying, watching his own creations turned on him. Of course, like the coward he was, he managed to escape on a helicopter; Claire and her convoy's ticket to Alaska...

…For my plan to work, I needed a scapegoat. Carlos, my friend and confidant offered to be the sacrificial lamb. At first I refused, but when I saw the bite mark on his arm, we both knew his time was limited. This time, I had no vial of antidote to inject into his veins. Carlos cleared a path with the tanker truck, mowing down the hoards of undead that surrounded Dr. Isaac's hideout. When the tanker exploded into a gigantic fireball, that was Claire and I's queue to drive through the carnage and load what remained of the survivors into the helicopter. I gave K-Mart, a young, tough woman who reminded me so much of Angela and Claire's right hand woman, the book with the directions to Alaska. It was then, she realized I was not going with them, that I had my own score to settle...

…I accepted that this was the last time we were going to cross paths. I was prepared to die, to do whatever it took to make sure this never reached them in Alaska. With Claire and the other's on their way to freedom, I turned to the shack, a cover for the entrance to the underground Umbrella lab. I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, catching a glimpse of something jutting out from a ditch. Curious I went closer, sickened by what I saw. Dozens of mutilated, lifeless, decomposing bodies. Same red dress. Same blonde hair. Same hollow eyes.

They were all me.

…Dr. Issacs's was a sick bastard. He had cloned me, but for what purpose? To harness my powers? To replicate the thing he lost? It was not long until those questions were answered. The Red Queen informed me of Dr. Issacs's plan, that he was trying to create a cure with my DNA. I was able to bond with the T-Virus is ways that no one else had. Of course, nothing was better than the true source to manufacture a cure, the real me. Thousands of clones, naked and perched in rippling bubbles with breathing tubes shoved down their throats, stacked in rows that seemed to go on forever. In order to put an end to this madness I needed to slay the mad scientist himself. Even with the virus running rampant through him, mutating him almost beyond recognition, he was no match for my powers...

…It was then that I learned my fight was far from over. Dr. Issacs's was dead, but he was not the puppet master. Albert Wesker, the head of the Umbrella Corporation was the next target in my crosshairs. At least this time, I would be bringing reinforcements...

-/-

I admit I expected to die within the cold walls of that Umbrella compound. I was almost looking forward to it. Now, kneeling on this beach, my trousers soaked with blood, I'm glad it did not become my tomb. Every one of those creatures I kill is one less chokehold Umbrella has on the world. However, after six years, I'm tired. I'm tired of being the only person left. I'm tired of loosing everyone I meet. If Albert Wesker is breathing, Claire, K-Mart and the other inhabitants of Arcadia will never be safe. After Nevada I made another suicide pact of sorts, this time with one hundred of my clones at myside, determined to kill every last Umbrella Operative.

-/-

…Even with an army of clones, an attack upon the Umbrella facility in Japan was a failure. I stowed away on the helicopter I knew Wesker would cower to as my clones cleaned house one level after another. What I did not expect was the bomb that imploded the facility and three city blocks of Tokyo. There was no chance in hell that my clones were able to escape in time...

…With my gun trained to Wesker's temple, I was ready to pull the trigger when he suddenly moved at super human speed, catching me off guard. He had infected himself with the T-Virus, providing him with increased agility. He pinned me down and injected me with a serum to reverse the effects of the T-Virus, taking back their asset as he called it. I collapsed to the ground, convulsing as searing, debilitating pain, coursed throughout my body...

…The plane was crashing, the side of the mountain looming in front of the cockpit as alarms started going off telling us to pull up. I expected to die, that this was my swan song, but now that I was human I didn't want to. I finally got my life back, and I was ready to live it in Arcadia with Claire and the others. As we crashed, everything went black but only for a moment.

This was not my time to die. Not yet...

-/-

I managed to stand, collecting my swords from the beach, and looked out at the ocean. I could see birds flying out near the horizon, likely looking for fish to feast upon. The atrocities of the past six years light up my mind with every slice, punch, kick and shot I give. I can picture those I've lost, using the anger and grief as fuel to keep going.

Human or not, my survival instincts have heightened my hearing. Boots were crunching in the sand at a quick, almost running, pace behind me.

The dead don't run.

I gritted my teeth, taking a deep breath before swinging my sword, prepared for the next fight.

T.B.C

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