Alice and Carlos walked back to the convoy in silence. Carlos was too busy thinking about how fast Alice was at destroying something so related to herself and close to home, that he did not even consider speaking. Alice was too focused on the lack of noise and the feel of the small book in her back pocket.

Carlos spoke up when he noticed they were alone. "Do you think we should wait here or go get the others?" Alice listened intently to the warm wind as it moved over the sand in delicate waves. Suddenly her head jerked up and her body stiffened. She moved quickly to her bike, slipped on her coat and snatched up her guns.

She turned to look at Carlos, "We have to go." A look of uncertainty passed over his face and with two long strides was standing in her path. "What do you mean we have to go?"

"They are here," she whispered in a strained almost fearful voice.

Carlos looked over her shoulder, squinting at the painfully bright horizon. He spotted what could pass for a shadow creep over the distant sands. "How long we got? Five minutes?" Alice turned her head and within seconds replied, "Two minutes."

The two quickly ran for cover behind the ambulance for fear of being seen. Through laboured breath Carlos loaded his gun and turned to fight.

"Don't bother," Alice replied heavily, "No matter how the virus may have changed us we can't handle that many." Carlos gave her a look, which clearly said 'well-if-you-have-a-better-idea-lets-hear-it'.

Alice moved so she was seated on her knees. "You see that building over there," she asked pointing to the closest thing to them, "We need to get in there." She made it sound easy but the building in question was a few hundred yards from where they were and the area between them was wide open.

"What do we do if we get in there? What about the others?" Carlos asked looking between the woman beside him and the approaching enemy.

Alice had a look of pain in her eyes but swallowed it down and tried to continue even if it was in between gasps for air." We need… to get down to the basement… and radio the others…and hope that the casinos we are both in are connected… in some way."

Carlos noticed her strange behaviour but decided now was not the best time to mention it, "What if the buildings aren't connected?"

Alice glared at him and moved so she had her feet on the ground but did not gain height. "Then we find one that is…. Lets move!"

Carlos and Alice took off at a dead sprint. They were at an even pace thanks to his long legs and her light weight. Carlos ran towards the door trying not to think of what was coming after them, as his negative thinking would not help anyone. As they were coming closer to the double doors he noticed they were locked. Carlos quickly pulled his gun out and shot at the steel locks before kicking the door with the full force of his fast running.

Once inside he began pushing tables to the door hoping it would delay their entrance. He was so focused that it took him a couple of minutes to realise Alice was not helping. Instead she was sitting curled up on the floor clutching her head.

"Alice, Alice what's wrong?" Carlos whispered gently pulling Alice into his arms. She led her head on his chest with her hands still tightly gripping at her hair and ears.

"They are coming," she whispered looking up at him, "They are too close," she replied louder and angrier. "They are too close and I'm finding it harder to control…" Alice did not even have time to finish before she collapsed in his arms. His strong arms did not seem to mind the extra weight, as he was too concerned for Alice. He gently lowered her to the ground and picked her up properly before moving to look for a way to the basement.

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"Sir I have a visual," a young man reported through the headset, "We will be on them in less than three minutes."

Dr Isaacs stood up from his desk once to hear the news. He did not know the face that matched the voice but it did not seem to matter. He had more important things to worry about, after all the workers were simply pawns on his chessboard and he had his sights on the much bigger players.

"This is the beginning of the end he whispered bitterly from his window. He was interrupted however by a beeping on his desk. His long fingers uncovered and pushed a button, knowing whom it was that was calling.

"Sir I think you should have a look at this," came a female voice. Dr Isaacs recognised the voice as someone who worked on the monitoring of the behaviour and functioning of the infected.

He moved from his own small room and was I her s in am matter of seconds. Her room was the same as his, just as bland and impersonal. She handed him sheets with heart rate and brain function charts all over them. She spoke as he flipped through the pages.

"I have been keeping a closer eye on program Alice since we started tracking her. It appears that although she has developed a resistance to her genetic programming, the closer we get the harder she finds it to stay in control. Her brain function seems to increase as she tries to fight it. It is somewhat similar to how the Nemesis Program reacted in Raccoon City."

Dr Isaacs walked away with the records without a word. He moved to speak with the head of security who sat in the front passenger seat at the top of the vehicle. "I want you and your team ready to leave when we hit their convoy. Use the undead as a distraction and remember kill them all except Alice, Carlos Oliveira and Claire Redfield. I have something else in mind for them.

Hope you like this chapter. Sadly I will not be updating for a while because I am going away on holiday tomorrow! I will try to get something written when on holiday so let me know what you think. Until next time.