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Summary:

Rated T

Friendship and horror.

Alice and Jill. V

English

Better off alone

Chapter Two

Had she slept in the chemical bath that crazy, narcissistic, scientist wack-job had put her in? Thousands of questions ran rampant through Alice's mind. All needed answering, the images within her mind needed to be pieced back together before they splintered and faded into disrepair.

As exciting getaway journeys go, this one was a blur. A black and grey thundering blur. The high rises had disappeared. Replaced by trees and hills and a different sound of rain hitting objects, now more rhythmic as she car had been brought to a halt.

Weightlessness.

Numbness.

Peace.

It was just like before, her skin was even clammy as Alice near enough slapped herself in the face as she blinked away the sleep and momentary contentment she had slipped into in the back of the car. Someone must have carried into – wherever here was and bundled her up in the corner and sat her close enough to the fire that crackled to itself. Was that what had woken her? Her eyes adjusted to the orange glow emerging from the middle of the room. With the knuckle of her thumb, Alice wiped the remaining sleep and simultaneously, the need to rest again from her eyes and opened them wide before craning her neck to sweep her gaze around the small, musty cabin.

Huffing out a breath and pushing a soft dark blanket from herself, Alice stepped into the orange glow, pooled on the floor. Using oddly fairly steady legs for someone who had not, what, three or four hours ago had been broken out of a Umbrella facility after being their guinea pig to further their research.

The fire was welcoming, warmer than the blanket and seemed to highlight ever little thing the closer she got to it. A small window was snook into the wall where Alice had just ventured from and a wooden, seeming sturdy door was in the middle of the opposite wall across from the fire. Where had her friends gone? Those who had fought for their lived and then risked everything to break her out? Alice folded her legs underneath herself and noted both her hands and feet were bare. She moved her cold extremities towards the forgiving heat and exhaled slowly after squeezing her eyes shut and still seeing the red glow from behind her lids. Once all warmed up, Alice raised herself and strained for any sounds coming from the blank doors. She'd have to choose. Hopefully the one she grabbed the handle of would have something equally forgiving behind it.

Since her childhood, Jill Valentine has liked the rain. Liked the way it felt, smelt and changed the earth and made those who paid little attention to the day's forecast get caught out in angry downpours, drenching vegetable and mammal the same.

Her blue eyes took in the slowing rain out of the small, rectangular high iron rimmed window in the room. Beside her, lay Angela Ashford, her youthful features showing no torment or fear of what they had all narrowly escaped from. And next to Angie slept both guys that had joined her in her escape from Raccoon. Across from her was bags of their supplies, clothes and of course weapons.

It was just too damn risky of leaving them all out there, they might get cut off from the car by a swarm of the infected. Or less than likely, a group of lucky survivors such as themselves. So, with the rest of the gang's help, Jill had moved all their things into the small log cabin. Carlos had carried Alice's sleeping form into the main area by the fire they all had crowded around to wait for her to wake. But a few too many minutes went by and Alice had showed no signs to waking.

Jill had volunteered to stay watch and for them all to then go into the back room – none of them were entirely sure what the smaller adjacent room had been used for. They were compliant, not necessarily happy about leaving Alice alone. But they could all do with the rest after the day they've had. Not that the last two weeks were a cake walk, either. Though, sleeping on camping mats in abandoned, barricaded apartments would make anyone grouchy.

They all managed to fall asleep, with a weapon in arm's reach on the more comfortable sleeping bags they had picked up on along the way.

Angela had popped up behind them on the back seat and told Alice about the cabin, stating that her and her friend had often seen it on their camping trips with her best friend's family. Jill had come to the conclusion the other children's parents surely would have felt the need to give the young girl the chance to have an enjoyable childhood as her own father might have not been able to give her the one she might have deep down, hoped for, to do silly childish things like camping in the outskirts of Raccoon Forest. She had revealed the location before being shushed my Jill, herself. Perhaps that was why she had stayed watch with Angie, rather then where she should have been, in the room where they left Alice. Anyway, it wasn't like Alice was miles away and she could more then look after herself.

She wouldn't have liked it if she had been pestered after near enough crawling through a wreaked city and experimented on in ways that could make you loose your mind in fear of what they could have done. That's why she hadn't bombarded Alice with more questions as to what happened. As though something inside of her secretly knew, that even if she did, Alice wouldn't have the slightest idea.

Eventually having a moments rest without the constant possibility of getting torn apart and eaten alive then preparing to infiltrate one of Umbrella's own high security labs – though she couldn't take the credit for that one. Carlos had more or less planned everything after Jill had announced they were going to get her back. It was met with unity from them all though, Carlos had been to the to step up and take lead. She didn't mind that – the thought of going through of all the things that Alice had gone through in, perhaps an alternate reality or something had finally crept up on her. It was the stuff of nightmares, say the least. Would her old friends help her if she called on them? Would the old S.T.A.R.S. get their asses into gear and come give her a hand? She wasn't sure of anything any more and it wasn't good for her to think about all the maybes, ifs and buts if they hadn't gotten out of there when they all did.

The brown door in front of her swung open, revealing a little less damp woman. At least they hadn't taken that away from her... Alice's short, mousy hair, was the only indicator she'd had been through a downpour. A tired expression and smile graced her features as Jill looked her over, at least she didn't look as cold as she once did in the back of the getaway car.

Jill moved Angela off her arm, careful not to wake her and left her group of sleeping friends. Moving around Alice to speak in private, she waited until Alice had closed the door behind her to start speaking.

"We, they wanted to stay with you. But, I would have thought you'd like to have a bit of space for you to get your feet firmly on the ground first." Jill looked her over. Able to, now see more of her non existent wounds and scars. "You remember anything else?" She continued.

Alice met her eyes once more with the feeling of confusion and hatred. Though, not at the fellow Raccoon City disaster in front of her.

"Sorry, if you still don't want to talk about it, that's fine." Like she didn't...

"No, it's fine. I wish I could answer you, honest. But I still don't know a thing." Alice gave a slight shake of head and watched Jill as she combed her fingers though her dark fringed hair. It looked as drenched as hers, so she couldn't have been out for long.

Jill returned the earlier smile and tilted her head back slightly. "Why don't you get some shut-eye in the back? I don't mind keeping watch, still. Just make sure you hold Angie. I don't want her getting woken by a nightmare."

Alice saw the faint traces of empathy grace her companion's face. Sure, she'd shown emotion when she'd lost people her friend to Nemesis. But this difference was like a new side to her. But, it felt truly natural, almost as if this would be what she was normally like when doing something other then saving the world.

*finishes a Nemesis daisy chain* Yeah, that's what this new chapter felt like to me but - yayyy! A new chapter! I really liked this one, I don't know why, but I think it was just the exploration of Anderson's Jill Valentine. I hope everyone likes this new chapter. If you've read please review. I want to know what you think. DCIPHOENIX