A/N: Sorry for the wait! University caught up to me. Here it is though. Read, enjoy, review~

Chapter 3

Don't do this. You can't. But oh, you can. It would be too easy, wouldn't it? To end it now? To let it all go when humanity is depending on you? Humanity… fuck humanity, you're not one of them. But you were, and part of you still is. But you're a monster…

Alice didn't know how she went from cutting her arm with the military blade to punching a good sized dent into the concrete roof of the White house with her fist, but it suddenly brought her back, and she stood up, grabbing her knife before storming back down into the oval office where she knew Wesker was staying, even as the walls shook, he hid like a coward.

"Alice, I didn't expect to see you -" He however was cut off when Alice stormed the desk, flipping it over in her fit of rage. He of course used his own powers to move out of the way, and stood back. "Now, now, I thought we were together in on this, Alice."

"You know what you've done to me?" She said through gritted teeth, her anger seething.

"I do. Given you the powers you and your body alone can handle. You will be the world's saviour. Unexpected, I realise, but had I told you… you never would've accepted your fate."

"My fate?!" Alice retorted, voice rising in volume, eyes alight with the blaze of rage. "Who are you to decide my fate?"

"There is no choice in the matter. You are our weapon against this. What more don't you understand? The undead are not attracted to you with the virus in your system, are they not? You survived. You are a survivor, Alice, and that is why you are here." Wesker said again, preparing himself for anything Alice could do while angry. She merely shook her head, a dark chuckle coming from her.

"And if I refuse to help?" She sneered.

"It's your friends who die along with the rest of us. If that's what you want."

"No." Alice shook her head again, eyes piercingly staring through his sunglasses into his own pupils. "Don't think I trust you. If the opportunity arises, I will kill you."

"Hrm." Wesker responded in a bemused tone. "Best of luck. You'll need it."

Alice had meanwhile come back inside, avoiding the peering eyes of the military guards posted around the halls of the building, and came up to where she and the others were given sleeping quarters our of makeshift benches and coats. She kept her eyes open for any signs of those on her side, and tried to avoid any chance encounters with Leon, or Ada for that matter. Both hadn't exactly been the top on her list to visit or speak with since. She ducked into the sleeping quarters they had been assigned, and sat down on one of the cots, burying her face in her palm. She was infected, and there was nothing she could do about it. Even if she found anti-virus, and injected herself, Wesker would just go after her again. Besides, she was apparently humanity's omnipotent weapon against the infection.

Oh the irony.

Had she stopped Spence and brought down the corporation ten years ago, none of this would've happened. It was a sick and twisted fate, but there was nothing more Alice could do about the malevolent air to Wesker's plans than to go along with them. She decided then at some point, if all succeeded, that she would kill him by her own hand. Even if it meant sacrificing herself for the greater number of people left in the world. She wasn't sure how it would work, but she was willing to try.

Jill's head shot up when she heard a presence enter the room, and was nearly jittery when she thought it was Wesker. However, she soon realised it was Alice's form that had sat down in the corner cot. Becky had fallen asleep waiting for her mother's return, and Jill simply sat, watching over her. Out of habit, she was feeling the scars on her chest from the piercing legs of the P30 device that had taken hold of muscle and bone for the last few years. She knew they were never going to fade away, though she hoped they would stop hurting at some point. Alice was just sitting, dead silent, though Jill pondered what was running through her head. They had spoken, but they hadn't brought up the fact that both of them had been Umbrella's puppets; left to do their bidding.

"Alice?" Jill called out, finally feeling the unease within the silence. Her own words and thoughts had been silenced for far too long, and she couldn't handle it now without having the P30 telling her not to think them. Alice however ignored her, and laid down on the cot, turning her back to the blonde. She didn't want to talk. Not yet for the fear that any word that crossed her tongue would come out, followed by a sob. She was inhuman; she wasn't supposed to appear weak. Jill sighed, giving up on the other woman before laying down on her cot as well. They were all exhausted, and she couldn't imagine what Alice was going through. The P30 had been one thing, but to actually have the virus in her body and the weight of the world on her shoulders, she was baffled as to how Alice hadn't crippled under the weight.

Maybe she was stronger than Jill remembered.

Dark blips began appearing in the sky one by one, creating the mass illusion of a storm rolling in. it was, in its own way, a storm, and Alice, Claire, Chris, and K-mart were experiencing the calm of it with curious eyes.

"What's that?" The blonde teenager asked, her jaw slacking in awe. She glanced to the two women that had rescued her from the depths of the Arcadia's inner workings where the other captives had been frozen, waiting to be experimented on before the crew jumped ship. Alice didn't look back, but her nostril twitched in anger out of habit, and her lips curled into a harsh snarl.

"Trouble." She let the one word escape her before drawing her two sawn off shotguns that had now become her primary weapons of choice as she had run out of the rare ammunition for the Smith and Wesson 460Vs back at the Citadel prison. She turned to Claire who was eyeing her from the side as she tried to count how many Umbrella aircraft they were about to face. "Claire." She said once under her breath, the aircraft hovering in closer. "Get them to safety - I'll take care of them."

"What?" Claire responded with a huff. "You're not fighting them alone. Give me a shotgun." The redhead demanded, seeing as she and her brother had expended their last magazines for the pistols annihilating Wesker.

"No." Alice said darkly, ignoring Claire's insinuating look. "You're going to go. Take cover. Fight like hell if they try to come down there. They'll be funnelled by the bulkhead. Easy pickings once they start dropping guns."

"Alice, goddamnit. You're not doing this." Claire moved around before the brunette, her brother shooting a dark stare to both women. K-mart wasn't sure what to do, noting the other survivors were beginning to panic. Alice shoved the gun towards Claire, facing her head on.

"Go. Get under the deck. Now!" She barked as the guns began hailing their shells upon them, the .50 calibre rounds piercing the hull and the containers on the top of the deck. Claire scrambled back as Alice pushed her out of the way of the reign of fire from above started aiming towards them. Claire scrambled back, taking the shotgun in her hands like she had when they fought the executioner together. She saw Alice's cold blue eyes once before the other woman turned away to begin shooting at the black trench coat donning Umbrella grunts. Claire grabbed K-mart, and began grabbing the few remaining survivors, and headed towards the set of stairs that would get them below the top deck before any of them were seriously injured or killed by stray bullet fire. That piercing glance from Alice's sorrowful eyes was the last Claire saw of her in the duration of the attack.

You left her to die! How could you just leave her and K-mart to defend themselves from an army? Did you even care for them? How could you, you emotionless monster?

A gasp cut through the never ending roar of the fight against the infected outside, and Alice shot up in her cot, covered in a cold sweat beneath the black skin tight uniform she had been issued upon Ada Wong's rescue. She sat up, hair falling in a sporadic heap before her eyes. Brushing it away with the back of her hand, she then began unbuckling the breastplate locked around her midsection, fingers hurriedly working to removing it. She needed to breathe, and it was restraining her. Struggling in the dark, she grunted in frustration, not knowing that she had woken Jill from her light sleep. The blonde glanced over, and saw Alice's struggled movements becoming more and more haggard. Swinging her legs over the cot, she quickly crossed the room in padded silence with just her bare feet towards the other woman, and began helping her remove it. With the help, Alice shoved the Umbrella branded armour plate to the ground, and took in a deep breath, her cheeks wet with both sweat and tears. Jill sat there in silence. Words were not needed, nor did Jill have to ask what Alice had dreamt about. She knew Alice had regret, just like they all did. The only thing was, one of the regrets involved the woman she loved, and Jill knew love was a dangerous game to play when lives were at stake every waking minute. Alice ended up leaning onto Jill's shoulder, and dutifully, Jill remained sitting up until Alice's anxiety attack faded, and she fell back asleep. Little did Alice know, but Jill had more incentive to find Claire for Alice than just helping an old friend out; where there was Claire Redfield, she prayed that her brother, Chris, was near.