Characters: Just Alice and Chris.
Disclaimer: No, I don't own anything, although I wouldn't mind a Chris Redfield of my own ha-ha.
And there it was. That feeling Alice had long forgotten since the end of world. It's been 8 years since the hive incident. 8 years since she felt this thing, except for that time after Detroit with Carlos, but that was just what happened when Alice thought she could forget for a while by drinking whiskey. And the only thing that solved was making her forget that she slept with Carlos, and she woke up with a hangover the size of Kansas. Alice shook her head and handed Chris a bowl of mush she got from the "chef" onboard the Arcadia. "What the hell is that?" Chris frowned and stared at the bowl Alice was holding out to him. "Looks like a mixture of oatmeal and pork n beans." Alice suppressed a smile at the disgusting thought. "I checked on Jill, she's still out like a rock. Claire must have pumped her full with a lot of drugs. She's been out for two days straight now." Alice was barely listening as she thought back to huge hangovers, meaningless sex and life before it all went to shit. "Alice?" Alice snapped back to reality. "Sorry, still getting used to…this, whatever I am now.." Chris shrugged. "I figure you were human all along, you were just a little further along that the rest of us. I mean, you're no different from any of us. Yeah, you can be a bit twisty at times, but that's just your personality. No offence." Chris poked Alice's arm and grinned. "Supposed I'm eating this mush then." Chris poked the contents of his plate. "Can I ask you something?" Alice spoke, making Chris look up. He looked positively miserable. "Sure, shoot." Alice thought of how she could put her question. "What I wouldn't give for some decent food. I seriously miss a steak." Alice smiled and turned her back to the railing. "How long has it been? Since you and Claire have seen each other?" Chris stared at Alice. "I dunno. About a year before the Raccoon City thing was the last time we saw each other. I was seeing someone, and Claire didn't like her. Said there was something off about her, but I guess I was too, uh, busy sleeping with her to notice. Claire turned out to be right, and before I could call her to make amends, zombies wanted to make a happy meal out of me. That kinda puts a few things into perspective." Chris went back to poking his dinner, when Alice spoke. "Jill?" Chris nodded and braved a mouthful of the contents of his plate. Alice turned back to face the railing. She was sneaking low glances at Chris, watching him eat and grimacing at the thought of the crap he was forcing into his mouth. Alice could make out a few mumbles about missing a steak and a cold beer. Alice had to admit, Claire's older brother was attractive, and he had the ability to take her mind off some depressing things. Plus he could make her laugh, on the inside. She rarely laughed anymore. Laughing is a luxury in her book. "I'm thinking I should sleep with you." Alice said as she turned her head to look at Chris. His spoon stopped midway between his plate and his open mouth. Alice could feel herself grinning, and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Eat up." Alice turned and walked toward the door. She was heading to the living area the previous crew had occupied. Claire was nice enough to give Alice her own room. Alice thought back to her life before again and smirked. She must be human again, because she would never grow tired of shocking a man. Chris stared at Alice's retreating back and felt his mouth grow dry. "Well, guess she must be back to human on my level then." Chris mumbled to himself and smiled. Oh yes, Alice was back to his level.
This chapter is pretty short, but I felt that I needed to add this. Let me know if it was a good idea though.
Look now I know this is my first fic, but be gentle. I bruise easily. Please review :)