I'm writing an early update again. The song, The Kids From Yesterday by My Chemical Romance and Eyes Wired Shut by Edgewater, kind of inspired this chapter. Take a listen to it if you want, hopefully you'll like it. On a side note, I want to thank Maja. You believed in me when even I didn't, you are the best friend that anybody could ask for. I hope you have an amazing year, and remember, you are totally worth it girlie!

NB: Anything written in Italics is the thoughts of said character.

BETA-ED: By UnwantedSlag :} "a.k.a the BESTEST beta in the whole entire big fat round shaped world :D"

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Chapter 11

The wall pressing against her back was cold. The kind of cold that annoys you most of all because it cools you down when there is something else keeping you warm. Well not something in this case. Rather someone. Alice opened her eyes slowly. Chris looked so peaceful right now. Gingerly running her fingers over his cheeks where stubble had been brewing, up over his eyebrows to follow the crease over his forehead, taking in everything about him. There were no zombies, no dead friends and no destroyed world in his sleep. He was probably dreaming of lying in the sun on some far off island. "Take me to where you're dreaming of." She whispered.

Just as Alice's luck would have it, Chris opened his eyes at that exact moment. Her fingers were still on his face. Feeling embarrassed, Alice pulled her hand away from Chris' face, mumbling an apology. "I can't take you there." Alice looked up at Chris, furrowing her brow in confusion. "Why would I take you there if you're right here?"

Alice felt her face grow red at Chris' words. "Sorry about that." She mumbled again and moved to sit up. Chris rolled onto his back and Alice could feel his eyes on her back. "I don't want Leon to come with us." Alice rolled her eyes, and climbed over Chris' legs quickly. Liz had brought her a few things during the night, and she could swear she saw a hair brush somewhere. Alice found it at the bottom of the box containing new clothes. She had chosen to ignore Chris up to this point, but eventually she would have to say something.

She always had to say something.

"We need him, and you know that. You're still going through a few changes and I can't exactly protect both of us with one gun." Alice huffed and ran a brush through her hair.

"Are you sure that's the only reason you want him to tag along?" Chris asked and swung his legs off the bed, getting up quickly so he was standing toe-to-toe with Alice.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Alice was practically staring daggers at Chris.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about. He's not tagging along just for more muscle is he?" Chris seemed to be squaring his chest, puffing out like a bird trying to show off to get the attention of the ladies.

It wasn't very funny.

"I'm not some piece of meat Chris. If you have something to say, then say it. Don't beat around the bush with shit like this." Noting the fact he had been doing it for a while, Alice turned and headed to the door, but was stopped when Chris took hold of her upper arm.

Sure, it wasn't meant in a threatening way, but enough was simply enough.

"Back off Redfield. If you want to get jealous over shit then I suggest you do something about it before the girl you're eyeing does it for you." Alice gave Chris a death stare and yanked her arm free, storming out of the door.

Alice stormed outside, leaving Chris behind her. She wanted to scream, throw things, and punch someone, anyone. She didn't care who. She's a badass. Just as she is a hard ass. Always have been, always will be. Pacing around in front of the hotel, Alice didn't even hear Leon approaching.

"Is it safe?" Alice stopped in her tracks, snapping her head around to look at Leon.

"Just making sure. I prefer my parts right where they are thank you very much." Leon smiled and walked around Alice to sit on a worn looking bench. Most likely the last bench left in the entire world. "The plane is ready. I was literally heading in to wake you guys up, but I'm guessing that by the murderous look in your eyes that you two had a bit of a scuffle in there." Leon lit a cigarette and took a long drag. Alice could envision the smoke filling his lungs, seeping into every corner and crevice.

Die. Die. Die!

"It's nothing. We just disagreed on something." Alice wanted to scoff but decided against looking and sounding like a 5 year old. Instead she took a seat next to Leon. She almost rolled her eyes at her own sentence.

"Fighting about me again?" Leon grinned like a Cheshire cat.

"It's not important." Alice huffed, causing Leon to laugh.

"Well you sure know how to stroke a guy's ego with the two of you having lovers spats over little old me." Alice punched Leon's arm playfully. His laugh is contagious. 'Fucker.'

"I should go get dressed. We need to set off as quickly as possible." Alice stood and walked into the hotel without another word.

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This was definitely not what Alice needed right now. She had gone back into the hotel, changed clothes and packed up her things so she would be ready for the plane ride over into France. They couldn't fly directly into Paris, because it still is a big city even if it was part of Europe, and well, they didn't know how many of the undead there were around. She had no idea where they would be refueling and ultimately where they would be stopping. What she did know is that they would be walking into Paris, unless they could find a car.

Currently Leon and Chris were making snide comments about Leon coming along. They had been in the air for nearly three hours. The plane is about the same size as the one she and Claire had flown in, except this one however had space for four people. Leon and Chris had loaded the plane up with all the guns, ammo and grenades the camp could spare. The supplies alone would make up space for one person. Then the plane jiggled a little. This caused Alice to freak out, only slightly, promise.

"Would you two stop your bloody fighting already? And don't you dare tell me you weren't fighting. Chris, Leon is here, deal with it. Leon, suck it up. Rub some dirt on it for heaven's sake! Or piss on each other." Alice ranted and scooted back in her seat. They finally decided to shut up, hopefully until they reached the refueling stage of their journey. For some reason that song, Over the Rainbow, jumped into Alice's head.

Ironic isn't it?

That she could be thinking of good things on the other side of a rainbow when people are dying. Being killed for entertainment, being eaten by people, no, things, things that were supposed to be dead already.

Rubbing her eyes tiredly, Alice felt a sudden pang of sadness. How long could she go on for exactly? Yes, Leon and Chris were the closest she had to a family. She doesn't remember her mother's name, if she had any brothers or sisters or even the place she grew up. If she was being honest with herself, this was no life for anybody. Chris had taken it upon himself to move around in the small cramped plane, sitting down gingerly next to her.

"You okay?" Alice only nodded, sending the message that she's still pissed about his behavior earlier in the day.

"I'm sorry, about what I said. I had no right." Chris said, not looking at her at all.

"It's okay. But I meant it, if you have anything to say, and then say it. Don't beat around the bush about it. I'm not made of glass. It's not like I'm going to break into a million pieces if you talk to me." Alice spoke quietly, leaning her head against Chris' shoulder. Chris rearranged them slightly so he could put his arm around Alice's shoulder. The rest of the flight was spent in silence, as Alice put her head against Chris' chest, her ear catching his heartbeat, as the hand resting on his stomach caught his breathing.

Like a small, psychotic, but small little quaint family of killers they were. Smiling slightly, Alice noted that Carlos would have gotten along pretty well with these two. They would have shot at each other for a while, but they would have gotten to know each other easily. Missing Carlos was getting easier with each passing day. Chris was helping a little. Just a little, for now anyway.

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The first refueling spot was a small town located just outside of New York, a hopefully small enough town where there weren't as many of the undead hanging around. Before they landed, Leon gave them the plan. He would look for fuel, and the two of them would keep guard. As Leon so colorfully put it, he didn't want anything biting his ass, seeing as he was quite partial to the thing. Yes, yes, the thing. Not like you could cut it up and fry it. Alice doesn't, nor ever will like fava beans. And if Hannibal Lector made an appearance here, he would have gotten his head blown off within minutes.

Alice smiled to herself, sharing an inside joke with herself. The small airport was empty. In a normal Hollywood cliché this would mean that something big and evil was heading their way. But not today, not yet. Turning her head into the sun, Alice pulled the winter coat Liz gave her tighter around her frame. It was just turning from autumn to winter. Where the trees would shed their dead leaves and the wind started blowing, not cold enough to warrant winter clothes just yet, but enough to make you want to cover your exposed flesh.

Chris was standing guard about five feet from her, clearly still doing the job he was assigned, whereas Alice was enjoying the weather. Leon came jogging back announcing that he had found a lovely supply depot. It had fuel and food. Clearly signaling that there were a few people still around, and it was no doubt not in their nature to steal supplies, but there was nobody around to claim it as their own.

Alice instructed both men to go grab everything they can, and hurry their asses up while they were at it. Chris of course gave Alice a weary look, silently asking her if she was sure. Slowly but surely that was getting annoying, she has killed many zombies, mutants and crazy assed doctors. Why wouldn't she be okay? So instead of voicing her annoyance, Alice simply announced that she would keep watch for any zombies and "muties".

Note the little finger gesture.

There was silence for a few minutes. A few minutes of uninterrupted, unadulterated silence. Alice run a hand through her hair and pushed her hands deep into her pockets due to the wind blowing a little better from where she was standing. Her position was terrible, anything within 2 miles could smell her if the wind kept blowing like this. Not like she could stand near the plane, because then she wouldn't be able to survey their surroundings.

Then the Hollywood cliché struck, because something heavy must have fallen over with a loud bang, due to someone uncoordinated walking into it. Unzipping her coat, Alice pulled out her beloved sawed-off shotgun. Deciding against walking toward the noise, she turned her head in the direction in which Chris and Leon had disappeared. She was silently begging them to hurry up, just as a new Hannibal himself showed himself, dragging his feet around the corner.

He was a portly man, clearly balding already. He was wearing business attire, covered in blood of course. Surprisingly, he still had a tie on. Without thinking much, and doing what came naturally to her these days, Alice took aim and squeezed the trigger, depositing a shell right in his face. Alice was about 95% sure he wouldn't get back up, since she had pinched a few buck shots from one of the guards at Leon's camp before they left. So basically the back of his head was no more, well, come to think of it, his face was no more also… Anybody hungry would have to eat around the buck shot.

Just as Mr. Business over there dropped like a fly, Leon and Chris came sauntering from the supply depot. Leon gave a low wolf whistle when he spotted Alice in her "shooting pose" as he dubbed it. And all that was, is Alice standing with her feet apart, one arm behind her slightly and one arm taking aim. Chris gave Leon a murderous death glare.

"Oh stop it. You're like two dogs fighting over who gets to take a piss on my boots. And I don't like piss on my boots." Alice said as they drew closer. Leon chuckled while Chris looked down. Alice noticed it, but decided not to say anything, lest he lose his "man card". She never really knew what that was, figured it had to do with masculinity or some such shit.

Leon started refueling the plane and doing a few checkups to see if they would be able to make it all the way to the next refueling stop. The plane would be of no use to them if it couldn't even make it to France. This left Alice and Chris just standing around. Alice playfully punched Chris' arm and winked at him.

"All right big boy, we're not doing anything right now. Let's see what you've got." Chris scoffed and walked the few yards between him and Alice.

"I'm not fighting you okay." But this only made Alice punch Chris full on in the face.

"Says who?" Alice mocked, circling Chris.

"Says me, I'm not going to fight you. My mother taught me not to hit girls." Alice laughed loudly and took another swing at Chris, hitting him on the jaw.

"I'm not exactly a girl anymore." Alice said as she cupped her breasts in her hands, grinning mischievously.

"I don't want to hurt you Alice." Chris said, taking a step toward Alice, rubbing his jaw lightly.

"I'm not the one who's going to get hurt here." Alice said in a near whisper, and lunged at Chris.

Chris grabbed Alice's fist in his hand easily enough, unaware that he had stepped into her trap with both feet. Alice grinned and raised herself slightly, and pulling her head back. She hit Chris with full force, smashing her forehead against his nose, causing him to stagger backward.

"Come on, this is like taking candy from a baby." Alice grinned the entire time.

Chris straightened himself, squaring his chest and taking a few more swings at Alice. Two of the six he swung had nearly hit their mark, but Alice was too quick. And Chris was too big to move as quickly as she could. Alice slid between Chris' legs effortlessly, swinging her heels to knock him off balance. Chris toppled over, landing on his ass with a bit of force. Within seconds Alice was on top of him, straddling his waist with her fist levitating above Chris' nose.

"Okay, uncle." Chris managed to rasp out, putting his hands up in a surrendering gesture. Alice chuckled, dropping her fist and sitting backward, resting her knees tightly against Chris' sides.

"You did well. A bit out of practice, but you did well none the less." Chris put his hands on Alice's knees and laughed despite the fact that he just got his ass handed to him by a woman half his size.

Leon cleared his throat nervously and Alice caught a slight blush grace his cheeks. Then it smacked her, the position she and Chris found themselves in, wasn't exactly, well, graceful, or suited to be seen by other people. Alice blushed slightly and got off of Chris' lap, clearing her throat too and straightening her clothes. Chris got up too and smiled playfully at Alice.

"Have fun?" Leon enquired when they were up. Alice laughed again.

"It was like taking candy from a baby. A bit cranky but still a baby." Alice grinned at Chris and walked past Leon toward the plane.

"I can't believe you just got whooped by a girl." Leon threw at Chris and laughing at his own antics. Chris took a jab at Leon, sending the younger man running toward the plane.

"Pussy." Chris laughed breathlessly.

Strapping themselves in was quick, and as luck would have it, just Leon got the plane's fat ass into gear and was about to take off; a few more munchers came falling over themselves onto the runway. Being the sick idiot he is, Leon aimed the plane straight at them, but was stopped when Alice kicked against his seat. Like a child who had just been scolded, Leon took off in the direction of more land. Given, not American land, but land. They would be refueling again in a few hours, most likely in London, since they had been able to bring some fuel along with them from the supply depot.

Alice sat a little closer to Chris so she could inspect the already forming bruises on his face. Running her fingers along his jaw, feeling slightly delighted in the stubble scratching against her skin, Alice smiled.

"Sorry about these. You take quite a bit to get motivated." Alice mocked and Chris only chuckled.

"It's okay. It was fun, enlightening to be honest. You taught me a few things. For instance you like getting close to an opponent, your punches do hurt, but it's the amount you give someone that knocks them back onto their asses." Chris took Alice's hand into his, running his thumb over her palm.

"You're observant. But you take too long to react. But once you do, your punches are accurate, and heavy. Yeah, you don't have to hit twice, but the trouble starts when you have to get the hard one in." Alice leaned her head against Chris' chest. Chuckling, Chris threaded his fingers with Alice's.

"Seems we're the exact opposites of each other." Alice blushed slightly and nodded. For the next few hours the plane was quiet. Alice felt in her heart that this moment should never end. But then Leon decided to burst her happy little bubble of sunshine. Sighing, Alice leaned into Chris a little more, very near the edge of begging him to just let the earth suck her into an Alice shaped hole.

"Hey, stop flirting back there and get your asses over here. We seem to have a problem. A big fucking problem."

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