AN: EXTREMELY SORRY! I had lost the need to do this story but recently I'm gaining it slowly. This chapter doesn't contain much hilarity as I wanted but, what the hell. I want to be done with this, but I'll try my best with the humor.

DISCLAIMER: Resident Evil belongs to CAPCOM and the idea/inspirations of this story belongs to ClaireFan82 I only wrote this story and made them stupid heh ^^*

Chris and the others sat on logs that was once scattered around the campsite, in front of the fire pit. After a long while of contemplation, the team snapped out of deep thought.

"Joseph, I can't believe I let you get that stupid zombie stuff into my head." Brad scolded.

"Shut it, Vickers…" Joseph responded.

"You shut it-" Brad was interrupted by Jill.

"You both shut it! We're all tired of hearing you guys argue all the time! Its getting really fucking annoying!" She shouted out. Jill looked around as everybody was shocked at her out burst. Chris stared for a while then began to clap as Barry joined in. They both clapped at Jill for what she had said. It was about time somebody spoke out like that. Even though, Wesker had been yelling at them but it seemed to have not gotten through their thick heads. Until Jill shouted at them of course. Brad and Joseph both felt like it was their mothers that were yelling at them.

"Thank you, Miss Valentine for that. I highly appreciate that." Wesker commented. He looked up at the sky and noticed it was already a moonlit sky. The wind changed from fresh to cool. The team began to get goose-bumps on their skin. "Its time." Wesker said to himself.

"Time for what, Captain?" Barry spoke out.

"Time to do a quick search around the camp, for any vermin or threats that can get at us while we sleep."

"Great thinking!" Chris said.

"Well, I'm going to need some help. Any volunteers?" Wesker asked his group.

"PICK ME CAPTAIN WESKER, PICK ME!" Brad exclaimed, raising his hand as if he were in school. Joseph looked at Brad disgustingly. He looked back at his captain and had a good idea in mind.

"SHOOT ME CAPTAIN WESKER, SHOOT ME!" Joseph mimicked Brad's reaction. Brad glared at Joseph as Wesker shook his head and pointed at Brad, giving him a 'Lets go' nod. Brad jolted out of his spot and walked along with Wesker.

"Such a kiss ass." Joseph murmured.

"Joseph, please!" Jill begged him not to start again. He just looked at her as his face calmed.

"Fine…"

"Hey! I got an idea! Lets tell old stories!" Chris suggested.

"Sure, we've got nothing else to do." Barry pointed out. Joseph nodded and began his story.

"Once there was a chicken, named Brad, he was so scared of everything in life, that he died. The end!" Joseph laughed out, the others chuckled at good ol' Joseph. He was never going to change.

Mean while, Brad and Wesker were on their search to find any unwanted guests at their campsite, Brad had spotted a mouse, upholstered his gun and shot like there was no tomorrow.

"DIE!" With every shot he fired, he missed. All 15 bullets he fired, missed the mouse as it escaped its own wrath. Brad's eyes were tight shut, until he heard the empty click sound and opened his eyes. He saw the rat makes its way into a small hole and Brad looked up at Wesker, blushing. "Sorry, Captain…"

Wesker shook his head and looked around the area some more. "At least you scared it away." He said.

"Yeah…"

"Lets head back." Wesker had already began to walk back as Brad turned and freaked out.

"Don't leave me here!" He ran towards his Captain, both reaching the campsite. The team looked up at them.

"The fuck was all that noise for?" Chris gave them a worried look. Brad looked down and blushed, twirling his fingers to avoid direct eye-contact with anyone. Wesker looked at Brad and decided the appropriate response.

"He shot a group of vermin." He answered. Joseph eyed him suspiciously and pressed on.

"What kind of 'vermin'?"

"The kind that your mother mated to make you!" Wesker retorted.

"OOOOH!" The team instigated like a group of teenagers. Chris, of course made his golden comment,

"He just dissed ya momma!"

"…He dissed him, Chris. Not his mother." Jill said.

"Ohh." Chris put his head down in defeat.

"You're so smart, Jill." Joseph said as he stared at her day-dreaming. Brad looked at him in disgust.

"Ohhh Jill, you so smart! My names Joseph, and I'm just as hopeless as a comedian as I am a romantic, with no chance whatsoever to get with Jill!"Brad teased.

"Fuck off, Vickers."

"No you-" Brad was cut off by an angry Jill.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!"She yelled at the heavens. After her our burst, the trees and bushes rustled from the animals that were scared away by the loud echo of her scream.

"Well, shit Jill, I think you gave poor ol' Bambi a fuckin' heart-attack!" Chris said as he took note of the scared creatures fleeing. She shrugged. She didn't regret yelling one bit. It got Brad and Joseph to quite down, and that was good enough. Wesker ignored the stupidity and made his way to an unoccupied log that sat near the fire and about 2 feet away from where Chris sat. Wesker glanced around to notice that Chris had something in his hand. It looked like a tape recorder.

"Redfield, are you serious recording all this?" Chris looked down at his hand.

"Yeah, its so that we can remember all this in the future!" He exclaimed.

"I doubt any of us would want to hear the voices of Frost and Vickers bickering about nothing." Wesker bluntly stated. Chris shrugged.

"Mehh, just in case. And, its for my log. Ya' know? Voice recording log?" Wesker shook his head.

"I can care less, Redfield." Chris put the recorder to his own face and pressed a button.

"Chris' Log: May 16, 1996, the middle of Raccoon City Forest, just by the Aimes River, with some trees and shit, at-' Chris stopped to look at his watch. '11:48 pm, Captain Albert Wesker of STARS Alpha Team, can care less about my log." He said into the recorder and pressed another button. Wesker stared at Chris then proceeded to face-palm himself.

"Captain, just leave him, he's been doing this since you guys left." Barry informed him. Wesker only nodded.

"So how about that story?" Chris asked. The team nodded and got a few inches closer to the fire as the moon hovered over them, signaling that it was midnight. Chris started to think about what story he should speak of. His time in the Air Force, he fishing or out of town trips with Claire and his mom and dad, or his childhood. His eyes lit up.

"Got something, Red?" Joseph asked.

"Yeah… I got something. For a long time, it gave me nightmares. Having to witness an injustice like that. It was a constant reminder of how unfair the world can be. I-I can still hear them taunting him…' Chris paused feeling a sting of tears coming on, having the team, minus Wesker, at the edge of their seat. He sniffed from the sadness it caused him to talk about this and continued. 'Silly Rabbit, trix are for kids. H-how come they just couldn't give him some cereal?!"

The team stared at him. Wesker, ready to murder him. Chris wiped away some tears, Joseph patted his shoulder in comfort. Jill shook her head as well as Brad and Barry.

"Chris Redfield, you have no idea how much I hate you right now." Wesker bluntly stated. 'NOW. I want him and Frost to die now.' He thought darkly.

"But Captain-" Chris was cut off by Wesker.

"No buts, you fool!"

"Heh, Wesker said 'buts'." Joseph chuckled. Wesker picked up one of the fishes that he had caught and smacked Joseph across the face.

'Why did I wait this long to do that?' He wondered. Chris proceeded to grab his recorder.

"Chris' Log: May 17, 1996, the middle of Raccoon City Forest, by the Aimes River, by some bushes with animals and crap at 12:25, Captain Albert Wesker of STARS Alpha Team, is fucking insane." Chris recorded. Wesker glared at him and stood up.

"Wesker's log.' He paused, picking up his log-chair. 'Is about to connect with Chris' HEAD!" He attempted to smash Chris on the head until Jill, Barry, Joseph and Brad held him back.

"Captain, please!" They begged. Wesker threw his log onto the ground and walked to his tent in silence, unzipped it violently, went in, and zipped it up. The team sat back down and all stared at the fire.

"Well, this, has been quite a night, huh?" Jill said as everyone nodded.

"I think, we should call it a night." Barry suggested, once again the team nodded and all headed back to their tents to forget this days events and look forward for tomorrows upcoming events. If there is a tomorrow, for some of them at least.

Hope that you enjoyed this chapter. I will try my best to get Chapter 10 up soon. And if your looking for a serious story, feel free to check out my new story, Piers based, "The Forgotten". Anyway, this story, just for the heads up, is starting to come to an end. I believe 12 or 13 will be the last one. I'm gonna try to fit in a weeks worth of Survival Camp into the next 2 chapters. Hope you like this story. Keep the reviews coming, It actually motivates me to finish! Really hope you all enjoyed this story ~ Until next time