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This story takes place during Resident Evil: Afterlife.

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Chapter 1: Alice's Confession

"May 3rd, 1930 hours…Arcadia – no such place exists – just an empty field and a beach. We all heard the transmissions someone must have sent them. Someone must've brought all these people here, but why? Where did they go? Day 177 signing off…I don't know if I can do this much longer…What if I'm the last one, what if there is no one else? No one to watch these tapes. Is this my punishment, for letting all this happen?" Alice let the film role; she wasn't sure what else to say. To her right Alice heard a noise; she jerked her head up and looked in the direction of the sound. She could just barely make out a silhouette fleeing into the cover of the trees. Alice was quick to give chase, leaving her camera – her story behind for the one chance that the shadow she was pursuing was a survivor. "Hey! Wait!"

The hunt took Alice back to the field of planes. "Wait, please stop," she demanded but she could see the figure no longer. "Hello?...Hello? Answer me." One of the plane's doors was creaking on its hinges, and it made the hairs on Alice's neck stand up. Now more than ever her new found mortality kicked in. I'm not invincible anymore – I have to be careful, she thought as she pulled out both of her Smith and Wesson revolvers, and approached the silver plane. She slowly neared the door; when she could get no closer she quickly looked into the plane guns at the ready.

Huge, black crows flew towards her face in a loud whir of noise. Alice twisted out of the way, and gave a sigh of relief as they passed right over her and into the sky.

Alice wondered to herself if she was just getting too paranoid or seeing things that she wanted to see. She didn't get much of a chance to think about it, because just as she turned to go back to the beach a fist connected with her face and knocked her down. The air left her lungs as she landed on the earth, but she tried to focus on what was going on. She made note of a person lunging at her, a tangle of long, dirty hair, and a knife destined for her throat. Alice had lost both of her guns, so her hands were free to stop the downward thrust of the blade.

The figure above grunted and put everything they had into driving the knife into Alice's flesh. Without her superhuman strength, Alice had to rely on her fighting experience to defend herself. She kicked the stranger off her and was able to stand and face her attacker. The woman rushed her once more, but Alice was ready. She kicked the woman again, this time sending her flying onto the silver plane's wing and knocking her unconscious. The body slid to the ground and landed face down. With her booted foot Alice rolled the stranger on her back and got a good look at the face of the person who tried to kill her.

Alice took a sharp intake of breath and thought, Claire? Alice was in shock. She struggled to believe that this was the woman she fought beside in the desert. Claire looked starved and unkempt. How did she get to be this way, Alice thought, and why did she attack me? Something clearly wasn't right. The more she looked at Claire the more uneasy she felt; it was then that she noticed the red metallic scarab clinging to her chest.

The bug needed to come off, that much was clear, but Alice had no idea what would happen when it did. So she decided as a precaution to tie Claire's hands to the plane's tire well. Alice bent over Claire and gently lifted her up, and propped her against the silver plane. From her coat pocket Alice pulled out a thin rope and secured Claire's hands above her head. It was getting late and she didn't know when the redhead would wake, but she hoped that Claire would forgive when she did – for more than one thing… but that was wishful thinking.

When the redhead was secure Alice took hold of the machinery in one hand and pulled until she felt the force of the bug's grip give way. She left studying the scarab for a later time and turned her attention back on Claire.

She needed to go back to the beach to retrieve her tape recorder, but she couldn't leave Claire alone; it was too dangerous. The ex-project took note of her surroundings one more time and set off to collect some fire wood nearby. It would be a chilly night, but one that showed more promise than any in the past few months.