A/N: So I wasn't intending on continuing this (See 'complete') but since you all insisted, and I feel I have some competition for Retribution fanfics, I decided to keep going with the inspiration I have in mind for Alice's character.

Side note, I did not have the scene with Wesker fully memorized, but I did it anyway to the same effect.

This fic may be changed to M because of the dark themes that will come up.

Read, enjoy, review!

Chapter 2

The Osprey helicopter soon flew over what Alice recognised to be the one and only capitol building of Washington D.C. Though, it wasn't the picturesque setting she used to know with well-manicured lawns, and stark fencing. Instead, everything was ablaze, and fortified walls lined the perimeter, keeping off thousands of the infected. Various creatures were fighting against the military now, including lickers jumping the walls, and several flying beasts with red eyes haunted the air, attacking the aircraft. Luckily, the .50 calibre machine gun on the craft was aimed fast enough to take the things out, and soon everyone had landed, and escorted inside the Whitehouse, ushered by soldiers. Alice was on her feet now, her side still aching relentlessly. Whatever pain medication they had spared her was wearing off as she walked right into the oval office. Quickly glancing behind her, she noticed Jill, Becky, and Ada had not be granted permission by the guards to be allowed in as well. Turning her head forward, she saw the one and only Albert Wesker sitting in the president's chair. Part of her wanted to attack him then and there, but the other part of her was curious as to why he had helped her out, and what this 'weapon' was that they were going to use to stop the infection.

"Ah, Project Alice. Finally home." Wesker's voice was full of its usual cheese, eyes hidden by those dark sunglasses as always. Alice walked forward, hand holding her side.

"This is fitting." She said, anger flashing in the tone of her voice as she leaned forward on the desk, eyeing up Wesker. "Now, explain yourself."

"Ah yes, well, with the facility in Russia destroyed, it's one less hold that the Red Queen has upon us. You see, I no longer work for the Umbrella Corporation. The Red Queen controls it all and she is intent on destroying what is left of the human race." Wesker explained, taking in a breath. The dark clothes he was wearing were fitted to his buff body, giving him a robust appearance as he sat back in the chair. "And that's where you come in." He slowly stood up, and Alice's eyes tracked him like a wolf with its prey. She went to turn, uneasy with his nearing presence when in a flash, he had moved next to her, and she felt the searing pain of a needle enter her neck. It was all too familiar, except this time, she felt the burning liquid flow through her veins, crumpling her to the floor, gasping for air.

"What have you done to me?!" Alice rasped out, clutching her neck where the needle had impaled her artery.

"You are the weapon. You are the only one whose blood has bonded with the virus, and we needed you to join our side in fighting this." Wesker said smugly, standing above his former project, arms folded across his chest. Alice had a million thoughts running through her head. All this… just to use her. It infuriated her, and as she stood up, she narrowed her eyes, realising the guards who were watching this spectacle were on his side as well. "Come now, Alice." He motioned for her to follow, and soon, he had gathered Jill, Ada, and Leon and brought them to the roof.

"We're all that's left now of the human race," Wesker pointed out. "It's up to us to stop the Red Queen, and fight the infection." Alice's eyes took in the masses of the undead again and again, the virus making her body feel warm. Her side was probably already healed, her neck throbbing. This was the beginning of the end; the end of it once and for all.

Alice and the others were shown where they were allowed to stay to recover. Leon had his upper arm now in a sling, and Jill had her scars tended to on her chest, though she refused to have any doctor who used to work for Umbrella touch her, leaving her to the hands of a young paramedic who was shaking half the time he was evaluating her injuries. Regardless, they had stayed together in a tight nit group, sitting in cots and makeshift benches. Becky clung to Alice as they sat, and Alice once again had her arms protectively over the girl that was not her daughter, and yet, in a way she was. However that worked, with cloning and all. She stroked her hair, and Becky soon dozed off in Alice's grasp. Jill got up from her seat, her battle suit now zipped up over her protruding cleavage, the edge of the bandage sticking out from under. She couldn't help but to keep a hand over it, reassuring that her own heart was still beating, that this was actually reality. She took her other hand and gently touched Alice's arm. The brunette in response carefully shifted her head to meet Jill's face, keeping Becky in the same spot.

"What did he do to you?" Jill asked, voice in a hushed, but urgent tone. Alice took in a deep breath, closing her eyes again. It was much too much to deal with at this point. After everything, after having the chance to be human, to feel emotions, and to have a chance to die in peace, it was all gone, and she had a hard time accepting it, and an even harder time dealing with how the tides of the corporation had turned.

"He injected me… with the virus." She said out loud for the first time since the incident had happened not an hour ago. Her wounds had definitely healed with no one else's aid or medication, and her head was just spinning. "Jill," She opened her eyes again. "What did he mean… I'm the only one?"

"With the virus, surely, but-"

"I can't do this alone. Not again." Alice responded with a sigh. "I contemplated. Ending it all when I thought walking the earth alone was my punishment, for letting it all happen…"

"This was not your fault, Alice. You were trying to do your best." Jill gave Alice's shoulder a squeeze, and the pair met eye to eye again.

"If I had been more careful… that bastard never would've gone for the virus himself. All of this, this fucking nightmare…" She had to stop to collect herself again, feeling a mix of emotions rise in the well of her throat.

"Alice. Alice, listen to me." Jill said firmly, voice low. She could see the woman before her trying to fight off her emotions, store them in her mind, leaving them behind her, but now was the time to talk. "That was the past. We're here now; the past is something to leave behind. This? This is now. We need you, and most of all, we need you to be strong. I wasn't strong. I failed myself for not being able to fight the control. But you? You fought it. You broke free, and now… now you can save us." Jill moved her hand down Alice's strong arm and took her hand again. A reassuring gesture, something they all needed right now.

"I guess… I guess you're right." Alice replied, voice growing distantly shaky. She used Becky's sleeping face as a distraction, still stroking her thick honey-brown hair beneath her gloved palm. "I just wonder… when all of you are gone, what the world is going to be like then."

"Alice," Jill said her name softly, hoping she wouldn't go on about this. She didn't need it. "If it comes to that-"

"I had a chance when I was human again. A chance to… to escape this all if it happened. Now.. now I'm stuck in purgatory." Alice's voice came in a snarl of anger, eyes flashing along with her outburst. Becky stirred, and inwardly, Alice felt sorry, but as the girl sat up, yawning, she glanced at Alice who then stood up. She needed to get away from Jill, from Becky; a time to process what was going on with her body.

"Mommy?" Becky said aloud, not bothering to sign when her mother had her back turned. Alice glanced over her head, and quickly scrambled a "Not Now" with her hands before leaving the room. She found her way around the fortified building, going back to the roof again. She took in a deep breath, seeing that the soldiers around her were too busy fighting the creatures to notice her presence. She took out the knife she still had in her boot, the one from the facility that she had taken. She tugged back the glove and sleeve of her outfit, exposing her bare arm. She then slid the smooth paramount blade down her naked forearm, with enough pressure to break the skin. Leaving a red line of fresh blood, she watched intently as it seeped up in enough time, before the wound began healing, the blood drying minutes later. She dropped the knife, letting it hit the roof with a clang, falling with it to her knees.

For the first time since arriving in Alaska with no hope left in her body, Alice Abernathy wanted her life to cease existing.

She wanted to escape.

She wanted to leave it all behind.

She wanted to die.