"Alice Abernathy, you want to be a teacher?" His voice laughed in accusation of antics. There wasn't a logical reason why he loved to tease her so, but all she cared about was the way he held her close to his chest, the warmth and slow beating of his heart to sooth her. She gave a childish giggle. "Well you, Cole Blake, want to be a doctor." They often teased each other about having career choices in the child dream jobs department. "No…" he gave a small pause. "I want to be a fire man." His lips curved into a smile as he reached over and gently pecked her fore head. Never had she felt this intoxicated with such joy. The world shook and her surroundings blurred as they changed. "What's his name?" Cole asked as his bright ice blue eyes gazed at her. "Spencer Parks." She sheepishly answered, guilt ploy it's way deep into the confines of her soul, she loved him, she loved Cole, they had been together since Raccoon City High. He raised his arms and crossed them over his head as his eyes glossed. "I don't get it Alice, when did he all of a sudden come in, and why don't I know him? I mean you're getting married?!" his arms swung down to his sides as he took a few uneasy steps back. "What happened to us?" He gave a slight turn to his head and walked away from her.
"Cole!" she yelled as he stopped in tread. "I didn't cheat on you, I wish I could explain, but I can't." her hands folded down across her waist as her teeth bit the soft flesh of the bottom lip. Turning to face her, there was a look of disappointment. "Then what is it?! You're getting married! If that isn't cheating what is it?!" Red color heated upon the face of her love. There was a pause of silence as he lifted his hand to cover his mouth for a second. "I thought so." Muttering he once again took his trail to leave. Her heart was starting to tear as he shrunk in the distance. "Cole." She whimpered in her despair.
Alice awoke with a sharp pain to her head. "GAH AHHHH!" she yelled as she stood and threw a pillow from her bed. Plopping down into the comfort of the mattress she started to mourn in her sorrow. Spencer was a traitor, Matt was dead, and she blew it with the one man she could have had a joyful life with. She wiped her nose as she took in a deep breath. Now she was alone.
She was making her way for California, so the can get a plane that will go to the other Umbrella hive. "I am going to come for you." She repeated. "You won't get away with this." Her eyes closed and she swayed her head, her hand reached up as she placed the nozzle of a pistol to her head. "Get out of my head, just get out." She pulled the trigger and it clicked hollowly, ammo had run out a week ago. She dropped the gun onto the bed and she rubbed her wrist, it was hurting recently, but she didn't exactly know the cause to it. Her clones had died, as soon as the Earth's oxygen entered their system, they didn't survive, the genetics experiments on them, did make them infected with the t-virus, but the environment was controlled, they didn't stand a chance. As said many times before to herself, She was alone. Only a day stood between her and the west coast of the United States, but she needed ammo, because there were more of them every where, the army never ended.