Author's Note: Ahem...*laughs nervously* I'm going to pretend 4 years didnt pass while this fic lay desolate and abandoned. I am proud to say though, that I've vastly improved my writing (I think) and have reread the last chapters, as cringey as they were, and decided "what the hell?" So if you read this and you're like "where was this four fricking years ago?" I owe you a three hundred dollars and a hug.

Also there's a few grammatical mistakes in here that I've seen but I'm literally too lazy to look for them and fix them so bear with me.

V.

Ada Wong was never a woman that particularly enjoyed pillow talk or cuddles before, during, or after sex. This particular morning, however, she'd make an exception. Still naked and barely covered by the silk sheets, she rolled over in bed and faced an equally naked yet completely asleep Albert Wesker. A devious little smile turned up her lips as she brings her leg up and rests it on his lower stomach while also extending her arm across his broad chest and caressed his face tenderly. Under no other circumstances would she ever touch him like this outside of sex but she had a tiny little plan. She leans in and touches his cheek with her lips while whispering, "honey." Kiss. "It's time-" peck. "-for work." Smooch. "The kids-" kiss. "-need to get ready for school." Full on chin to temple lick.

Wesker's eyes immediately creaked open like a metal door rolling upward complete with sound effects and all. "Bitch," he said, his voice raspy from sleep and sounded restrained. "I will cut you."

Ada grinned maliciously and sweetly said, "oh but honeybuns," she snuggles closer to him. "You didn't mind my tongue on other parts of you."

He shudders visibly and rolls out of bed. She didn't see but heard him hit the floor and before she entered a hysterical fit of laughter, she rolled face down in the center of the bed and smothered her giggle fit in the feather down pillows. She couldn't think of a funnier way to wake his ass up. Well, there was standing over him and shooting him square in the chest with a nine millimeter...Oh well, there's always next time.

Wesker shot up, looking incredibly disgruntled and annoyed and still very naked. His blond hair was all sorts of tousled, sticking out in certain parts, looking like not even the best hair gel in the world could fix it. Purple bags took permanent residence under his red eyes. Ada peeked at him from out of the corner of her eye. He looked momentarily lost and slightly confused but after a moment he regained his natural Resting Bitch Face. Also, she noticed with another giggle, he wasn't the only one wide awake now. Mini (which is a purely metaphorical term and not a physical trait) Albert too was standing at attention. Wesker noticed her laughing and with a disgruntled 'ugh' grabbed a pillow and modestly covered his crotch. He sighs, "why are you still here?"

Ada stretches her body like a cat limbering up after a nap. "Where else would I go?"

"I don't know." He rolls his shoulders. "Wherever Ada Wongs go in between sessions of lovemaking and selfish treachery."

"I can't believe you just said lovemaking." She deadpans, raising one eyebrow.

Wesker sighs heavily and turns to move to the door of the room, forgetting that she could see his butt. Both cheeks alternately moving up and down slightly as he walked. He left just in time for him to hear her laugh again.

H.

Nat sat on the lawn chair with the rifle splayed across his lap, and stared out across the water. Bitterly, he hoped and prayed that something, anything, would happen so he could stop being bored to literal death. It got so bad, he started weighing the pros and cons of swan diving into the water completely butt naked and searching for the lost city of Atlantis. He was about to do it too when Chris woke up, startled by one of his own intense snores.

"Fucking Christ-" He mutters quickly, jerking up in his chair. "What happened?"

"You woke yourself up, dumbass." Nat rolled his eyes.

"Oh." Chris responds awkwardly. "What time is it?"

"Just after nine."

"How can you tell?"

"I don't know, dickhead. I don't have a watch."

In the cabin of the yacht, Alice had just begun to wake. Her body was sore in certain places but she couldn't understand why she felt so good. Her arm was draped around Carlos' midsection and her face had been resting against his shoulder. She didn't know at what point during the night she became the big spoon but she loved it. Eyes still closed, she kissed his shoulder and his hand squeezed hers gently.

"I thought you were asleep." She says softly.

"I was." Came the groggy reply. "But I have the best alarm clock in the world." He turns around and pulls her into his chest. He opens his eyes enough to look at her, her pale skin home to fading bruises and faint scars. Remembering how he kissed each and every one of them just hours ago, her body doing incredible things. Beautiful. His large, coarse fingers trail from her shoulder down her sides. Tiny goosebumps appeared on her skin and she swatted his hand away. "Are you ticklish?" He smiled.

"No." She shakes her head but she doesn't try hard to make it believable so he sees right through it. Deciding quickly, to stick his fingers under her arms to prove her wrong, she giggles and tries to get away from him. No such luck; he holds her still. The smile on her face and the sound coming from her mouth brought life into his very soul.

"Stop!" She squeals, shoving him and he pulls her on top of him. She looked at him, her eyes exceptionally clear, and a firm grin on her lips. She made it very hard for him to not lean up and kiss her. Then she laid on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat and feeling the soft in and out of his breath. There was a steady calm and she never felt more at ease.

"Who would have thought," he began suddenly, running his fingers through her short, stringy hair. "-we'd ever have moments like this?"

Alice looked up at him. "Like this?"

"We're not running. Not fighting, not picking for scraps. We're just resting, not a care at the moment. When have we ever had a moment where things weren't trying to kill us?"

Alice smiled. "I can count the number of times on my left hand that were just in the span of the last three days."

Carlos was quiet, but then he chuckled. "Oh yeah."

"It is nice, though."

"God, I'm starving." Nat grumbled into the wind as he stood on the yachts railing, pissing into the dark water beneath.

"Suppose you lose your balance and fall in." Chris called from his chair, rubbing the remaining sleep from his eyes. "You'd be swimming in your own piss."

Nat shrugs, "I've done worse," and he finishes his business, zipping up his pants and buckling his belt. He was climbing back over the railing when he felt it. A very slight, subtle knock against the boat that was certainly not from the restless waves. "What the fuck?" He mutters under his breath with one leg over the rail. Another knock. Nat nearly falls onto the deck.

"What's up?" Chris asks, noticing Nat's sudden nervousness. He stood and stretched his arms over and behind his head.

"There's something in the water." Nat was leaning over and staring down into it.

"There's probably a million things in that water, dude."

"Something not friendly, Chris."

"How can you tell?"

"There's a disturbance in the force."

"That is copyrighted, you can't say that."

Nat turns and gives him a look. A certain look with his brows furrowed and his head at a slight angle and everything on his face pointed to "dude wtf?"

Carlos sat on the edge of the bed as he pulled his boots on. As much as he didn't want to, he knew they had to get moving sooner rather later. Leon, Claire, and K-mart were still out there afterall. He can't even remember how they got seperated but he missed them now, K-mart especially. He gets both boots on and ties the laces, sighing inwardly as he does, before he gets up and picks his shirt up off the floor. Last night and this morning had reminded him of just how tired he was of this world. All the death and destruction, teeth and claws, had worn harsh scars onto his body and left slightly visible creases on his face. Pulling the flimsy grey material over his head and down on his body, he looks at Alice.

Still naked from the waist up, nothing but tight jeans and boots, not even a bra, she rummaged through the small closet at the other side of the cabin. She pulled multiple t-shirts from hangers, none of them quite suiting her tastes, and left them piling on the floor around her feet. She went on like this until the closet was nearly empty, before pulling out a grey henley t-shirt. Looking it over once, she pulls it over her head and noticing how it was a little big on her, she rolled the sleeves up and shrugged.

"You look good." Carlos commented. She smiled, and walked over to him. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she leaned up and kissed him deeply. Her lips moving fluidly against his and the tip of her tongue teasing his lips until he parted them slightly.

A hard knock against the boat shifts their balance and they stop. Alice sighs against his lips. "The grind don't stop, does it?"

"Dude, I just fucking saw something!"

"You're seeing things, Nat." Chris sighed with his hand holding up his head as he leaned on the rail next to him.

"What's going on?" Alice's voice questioned as she climbed the cabin stairs and joined the two on the deck, Carlos following close behind her.

"Good morning, you two." Chris said, looking over his shoulder. "Beast-boy here thinks there's an infected shark in the water."

"I didn't fucking say that!" Nat reached over and punched him in the shoulder. "I said there's something in the water." And just as he says it, another knock hits the boat hard, knocking everyone off center. "See!"

Alice runs to the railing and leans over, looking down into the water. The dark water moved restlessly, almost churning as it splashed up against the side of the boat. Something was definitely swimming in there. Something of the unfriendly kind.

"What do you think it is?" Carlos asks, staring down.

"We should leave before-"

You know that scene at the end of Free Willy where Willy emerges from the water and stuff? Well, just picture that except Willy is fucking dead and really, really angry. So the zombified killer whale breaches the water and lets out a shrill wail before falling against the side of the boat and knocking everyone to the deck. A part of it's rotting flesh stuck to the railing, pulled from it's side revealing the dark blubber underneath.

"You've gotta be kidding me!" Alice mutters readying her rifle as she rolls to her feet.

"NOT SHAMU!" Nat screams, already standing and shooting rounds into the water.

"This is fucking ridiculous." Chris groans on his back.

The whale breaches again, reaching higher and slamming into the railing and taking a section of the metal back down with it. Nat aims directly into it's side, getting multiple shots in. Black blood sprayed into the air, the whale's skin popping with bullet holes. It shrieks before disappearing back into the water.

There was a silence then, and everyone on the deck looked at each other. Chris slowly stood, reaching for the rifle that had been knocked out of his hands. Nat eyed the water predatorily, still and stoic and Alice looked at him and found something strangly familiar about the guy. Something in his face...

"We should leave." Carlos said in a low tone. "We should leave now."

Chris looked at him, nodding slowly, as he began to move toward the ramp that led to the pier. Carlos made a move to follow but as soon as he lifted his foot the yacht was knocked violently again and Chris fell against the rail and Nat disappeared over the side of the boat.

"Oh fuck!" Chris shouted in disbelief as Alice ran to the rail. The dark water frothed and moved like a long, wounded animal, even shrieking and rising up against the boat. As soon as Nat completely disappeared beneath the surface, it began to settle again. She squinted her eyes, the salty, acrid air hitting her face now, and looked for any sign of him or the creature. Nothing. It was as undisturbed as it was before, and it was silent. Carlos joined her at the rail.

"What do we do?" He questioned. Alice remained quiet; she didn't know what she could do. The only thing that had come to mind was undoubtedly stupid and reckless, but she had no other ideas. Stepping back from the rail, she looked up at him. He furrowed his brow and she opened her mouth to say something but just couldn't find the words. Instead, she looked from him to the water beneath and back again. As if, whatever she was about to do, she'd hope he'd stop her. All that came out though, was a sigh, and she pushed the holster from her shoulders and reached for the hem of her t-shirt.

"Hey, what the hell are you doing?" Carlos questioned quickly, reaching for her wrists.

"I'm going to get him."

"Wait, wait." Chris chimed, his body angled over the railing. Confused, they both looked and saw that something was stirring up the water again.

"Be ready to fire." Alice said wearily, reaching down for her holster and slipping it back on.

"It could be Nat." Chris replied.

Alice furrowed her brow and gave him a brief sideways glance. "Did you see that thing? How could it be him?"

Chris' eyebrows rose slightly and he nodded slowly as if he agreed and he mumbled quietly, "yeah well."

The water began to froth salty white, and churned while the three stood and watched. It couldn't have been Nat underneath. Then, in a sudden burst that broke through the surface, the whale returned, in less fury than before and the scream it made was deafening. It unsettled Chris in an odd way; the whale actually sounded like it was in pain. It shot up and then slammed against the water, sending a spray splashing into the air, and was still.

In the remaining silence, they were left speechless. What could they say? A zombified killer whale just spazzed out in front of them and their associate may or may not have have been eaten whole by said zombified killer whale. It's not the sort of thing you just talk about.

"Where is he?" Chris said, more to himself, as he leaned farther over the rail.

"I think it's safe to say he's fish food now." Carlos said absentmindedly.

"No no." Chris groaned and paused as he seemed to think something over. Alice knew that look. That was a very dangerous look.

"Wait-" Alice began but was cut off.

"I know how to swim." Chris pushes his jacket off quickly, not looking away from the water.

"Wait, what the fuck?" Alice says, confusion in her voice. "You can't do that."

"Captain of the swim team says I can." Chris moves to the section where the rail was torn away.

"What the hell-" Alice looks at Carlos who seems to share her confusion.

"You were just about to do the same thing." He says and moves to grab onto the sleeve of Chris' shirt and says to him, "this isn't exactly a good idea."

Chris looks at Carlos. "I'm responsible for that idiot." He points down at the water, the whale's body floating away with the current. "If he dies-"

Disturbed once again, the water broke and Nat gasped fiercely as he appeared. As the cold air hits his drenched face, it felt almost like being reborn. A comparison he'd never admit to out loud, but in his own head felt right. He wasn't sure how long he was under, but judging by how hard he was breathing now, he was sure it was for longer than he ever held his breath before. Looking up, he saw Chris practically dangling off the boat, and the subsequent eye contact they shared was both awkward and relieving for both.

"Hey, Shithead." Nat called up, still breathing raggedly. "You're right. I am swimming in my own piss."

O.H

"I'm so fucking tired of eating beans." K Mart's voice came out in a dry rasp as she looked into her unlabeled can, an actual real metal spoon stuck into it.

Claire stared at her humorlessly. "Eat it."

K Mart crossed her arms and sat back in her chair. "I don't want to eat it."

"Eat it, K Mart." Claire repeated.

"No."

Thus, the Redfield kitchen stand-off began. Claire sat in the chair at one side of the circular kitchen table and K Mart at the other, an untouched can of beans in front of her. They were alone; Leon left to do..something, Claire didn't know. When he was gone, K Mart woke up and Claire tended to her burns. They were healing pretty well so far and Claire wasn't as worried as she was before when K Mart was practically comatose.

"K Mart." She leaned forward, elbows on the table. "We are surrounded by the living dead. Do you know how much a can of beans is worth? If I were starving right now, I'd shoot you for it."

"No." K Mart crossed her arms and leaned forward challengingly. "Beans."

"Oh jesus christ." Claire sighed and stood from the table. She rubbed her eyes and walked toward the kitchen counter next to the fridge. "You're killing me."

"I'm just fucking with you." K Mart laughed. "I'll eat your cold ass beans."

Claire looked at her and saw her spooning the food into her mouth. A wide grin on her lips and an innocently evil glint in her eyes. God help this child before I kill her, Claire thought. "You're an asshole." She said after a moment.

K Mart nods as she chews her food. "Seriously, though. Beans suck."

"I'm sorry. Next time, I'll make reservations at Octavia. Would you like the duck or the lobster?"

"Jeez, sarcastic much?"

"Well, when you're dealing with a seventeen year old, you kind of have to be."

K Mart nods in agreement. "So, where'd Leon go?"

Claire leaned against the counter and yawned. "On a top secret mission to Mars, I think."

"Sweet. Maybe the martians can lend us some good food."

"Oh, will you stop already." Claire groaned. "Be grateful you have anything to eat at all."

K Mart rolled her eyes but in her head she agreed. Her relationship with beans was a love-hate one. Loved that they partly filled her up so she wasn't hungry all the time, hated that they were the only thing readily available. Plus, they didn't exactly settle well in her stomach. No one wins when you have to fart in a high tension situation.

"So, what's on the agenda?" K Mart asked halfway through her can.

Claire rolled her shoulders, working on the strain in her muscles. "We need to get you new clothes. We'll do a search in the other apartments when Leon gets back."

"Why do we need Leon? We could go right now."

Claire shook her head. "I don't think that's a good idea."

K Mart narrowed her eyes at the redhead. "And why's that?"

Claire looked at the girl as if it were obvious. "You're still hurt."

"I feel fine."

"It's dangerous."

"I know how to use a handgun. And a knife."

"Who knows what lurks in this building?"

K Mart gave her an incredulous look. "We're big girls. We can handle ourselves."

H.

The thing on everyone's mind when they helped Nat out of the water was how the hell did Nat kill an eight-thousand pound killer whale by himself. An actual killer whale infected with some kind of mutant strain of the T-virus with a bad attitude.

"It tried to eat me whole." Nat muttered quickly as he peeled his shirt off. "It had the disjointed jaw thing." There go his pants. "I went in head first." He grabbed the blanket off the cabin bed quickly and wrapped himself in it. "The things I've seen." He trails off as he hops onto the bed, covering himself in the blanket completely. They saw him move under the blanket and after a moment they saw his hand shoot out, a piece of blue cloth in his hand, and he threw it across the room.

Alice saw it land near the door where Carlos stood and realized it was his underwear. "Oh jesus."

"The Pacific ocean is fucking cold!" Nat cried beneath the blanket.

"He's having some kind of breakdown." Carlos stated, bewildered.

Chris took a step toward the bed, concern on his face as clear as day. "Nat, what's wrong?"

"Fucking fish tried to eat me." He mumbled.

"It happens." Chris sat on the bed next to him.

Alice looked at Carlos and they shared a look that only meant 'what the fuck?'

"Had to punch the fucker in the back of the throat." Nat continued. "Whale skin is suprisingly soft when it's fucking dead!"

"Not to belittle the crisis you're currently facing," Alice said, "but would you kindly put your clothes back on so we could leave?"

"Alice is right." Carlos added. "We shouldn't really be on anything that can sink with those things in the water, you know?"

"Guys," Chris interrupted, turning to look at them. "Show a little compassion."

"Dude, I've been through worse, you don't see me huddled in the corner somewhere." Alice countered. "And we do kind of have to go."

"Alright, alright." Chris waved his hand in the air. "Nat." He pats him on the arm. "Pull yourself together."

"You pull yourself together." Nat mumbled back.

"Stop being a baby." Chris yanked on the blanket.

"Go away."

"You're a grown ass man. What are you doing?" He yanks on the blanket again, harder this time.

"I'm a child."

Chris grabbed a fistful of the blanket and pulled, forgetting that Nat was completely naked underneath. That went about as well as you'd imagine.

"Oh my god." Alice covered her mouth with her hand to hide the laugh she tried to stifle.

Here's the image: Nat lying face down in the very center of the bed. His slender body stretched out long and bare. His round little butt out for the whole world to see.

"Jesus christ." Carlos groaned.

Chris sighed and covered his butt with the blanket he now had. "Nat, please. Act your age."

"What's my age again?"

"I will hurt you." Chris' composure began to waver.

Nat moved his head and looked at him. "Chris, I was almost swallowed whole by a giant mutated fish-"

"Mammal actually." Alice commented.

"I don't give a shit!" Nat replied angrily. "I was almost breakfast for a giant mutated sea-mammal, I'm covered in whale guts and traces of my own piss and all my clothes are soaking wet. Let me fester in my own self pity for a few minutes."

Carlos leaned in close to Alice, and whispered into her ear. "You wanna give them a few minutes?"

She looks at him and whispers back, "what for?"

Carlos shrugged. "Is this entertaining you?"

"A little bit." She smiled.

Carlos slipped his hand in hers. "Come on."

Chris watched them disappear up the stairs and once he was sure they were on the deck, he looked down at Nat. "Look, they're gone. You can drop the act."

Nat sat up in the bed, grabbing a pillow and covering his crotch. "Give me my blanket, asshole. It's freezing."

Chris tossed the blanket and it landed on his face. He crossed the room toward the closet and shifted through the clothes. "So how'd you really kill it?"

Nat wrapped the blanket around his shoulders, and ran a hand through his short hair. "I told you. Decaying skin is soft. I just punched and my hand went right through the roof of it's mouth. It took a while but I got it's brain. Unfortunately, it may have just ruined my psyche forever."

Chris picked out a blue t-shirt and a pair of jeans. "Here." He tossed them to him. The jeans hit him square in the face but he barely flinched. "Lucky you."

"Listen," Nat said seriously as he pulled the shirt over his head. "I'm getting stronger."

Chris crossed his arms and tried not to look as he pulled the jeans on. "Fascinating."

"No, seriously. I took that thing out with my bare hands. Who does that sound like to you?"

Chris knew exactly. It's obvious, but Chris refused to believe it. He didn't want to believe it. "Stop there. Don't think about it."

"How can I not?" Nat buttoned his jeans. "After all the things you've said-"

"What are you scared of? If you've made it this far without doing what he did, then you're already winning. The only way you'll end up like him is if you conciously choose to be yourself."

"It's nice knowing that literally anything can kill you nowadays."

Alice and Carlos sat at the side of the yacht, their arms on the rail and their legs dangling over the side over the water. She looked at him and smiled. His brown eyes were far away, gazing over the water and he seemed focused on something.

"You alright there, babe?" She asked, her chin resting on the rail at an angle so she could look at him.

"I'm tired." He said.

"Tired as in sleepy or tired as in done with everything?" She asked softly.

He paused. "Both."

Alice stayed quiet. She knew exactly what he meant by it and how he was feeling. Life in the apocalypse isn't life. It's just surviving, existing in a world that desperately wants you dead, co-existing with things designed to destroy and to kill. What was it all for?

"How long do you think we can keep this up?"

"What do you mean?"

"The guns are going to run out sooner or later. The food already is. We can't just keep going from place to place."

"That's how we've been surviving so far."

"I know, I know." Carlos said. "But that's just it. When can we stop just surviving and actually start living? At what point can we just relax and not have everything try to eat us?"

He had a point. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't thinking about that.

"We'll figure it out." She touched the back of his neck. "We always do."

He looked at her then, his eyes softening some.

"Everything ends sometime, right?" She gave him a smile.

"Right." He said but the smile he returned was small and maybe a little forced.

"C'mere." She pulled him close and pressed her lips tenderly against his. It wasn't much but it was one thing she could think of that could comfort him. It seemed to work, his body relaxed visibly and he kissed her back without restraint. He laughed against her lips suddenly.

"What?" She breathed as she pulled away.

"I'm just craving sushi all of a sudden." He said with a smile.

And it made her laugh.

So um, yeah.