Hello everyone! Sorry for the wait--school is silly (I don't know why I waste my time writing analytical papers when I could be writing fan fiction). I really appreciate the reviews though--it's so much easier to write when you know someone's reading it. Anyway, enjoy!
I wiped my mouth off again, dismissing the taste of bile from my mouth for a second time that day. My stomach clenched, part nausea, part dread stirring my innards. I wrapped my arms about myself and folded into myself, tried to ignore the girl next to me I'd just killed with—with what? I didn't even know what they'd done to me, how much they'd changed me in their experiments.
Or was it really me in the experiments? What if it was it like the other Alice said, what if I was the clone? What if I had just killed Alice, the real Alice? I rested my forehead on the slippery slick tile, letting its cool touch seep into my fevered thoughts.
Ok, I coached myself. What if I was just a clone? Does it matter? It didn't change that I needed to eat, sleep, survive. It didn't change the fact that the Umbrella Corporation had to be taken down, that the rest of mankind needed some sort of cure to survive.
My memories shifted, revealing images of the past years, of the world as one huge wasteland. Clean water was scarce, food was scarcer. Oil and gas was starting to run out, and no one was able to live in one place long enough to replenish it. And once people couldn't refill their cars and trucks, they couldn't outrun the T virus. And then there would be nothing left.
OK. Maybe I was the real Alice. Maybe I wasn't. It didn't change the fact that I needed to get off my ass and save the world, or something equally dramatic.
I had a feeling I was the only person who could.