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Summary:
Rated T
Friendship and horror.
Alice and Jill. V
English
Better off alone
The final chapter
Alice opens her eyes to the sound of screaming from outside, quickly running out into the open – she sees a massive bear with dripping fangs, a coat of bloodied fur and blue cloudy eyes.
The eyes are what give it away.
It's a zombie. Corrupted by the virus. By the Umbrella fucking corporation.
The bear roars at its attacker. The head bowed down and the ears are pinned back, its eyes widening to the point where all you could see within the fur trimmed sockets were the red pupils within in a web of blue veins. Indicating the infection had reached full penetration of the individual's body. Or in his case, the animal.
Alice side steps the bear's attack and lands in a low crouch with her weight resting on her left leg, as it bends underneath herself. Alice takes aim, squeezing one eye closed before releasing three shots into the bear.
Each one were lost in the dense, thick over fur as he howled in annoyance at his meal not giving up its life so easily. The bear roared again, the jaws, the fangs catching Alice's eye as she holstered her weapons in a final, death defying bid to bring the undead bear down. Alice kicked off from the ground before gaining speed close to immediately in aid of her new found powers as a side effect from the T-virus fusing together with her DNA in a strange anomaly.
The bear drew back, angrier than ever and retracted its stumpy neck. All before nearly taking a nose dive into ground turf as it scampered up to her, clawing its way thought the sodden turf.
The enemy had the same plan as her.
Though, most probably with a different outcome.
The grass was turned up and tossed backwards from the sheer velocity of her movements as she grew nearer and the bear got bigger. Alice twisted in mid-air as she was a foot away from the animal, inhaling deeply and managing to slide in-between the bear's front legs and reach the under belly of the beast.
Quickly taking the blade at her hip in one smooth movement, she stabbed it, roughly deep within the chest, narrowly passing each rib. Then, judging by the harrowing loud roar of pain the bear then made, she'd plunged her blade right into the bear's heart.
The legs of the monster began to shake as she watched it try to stay upright. Taking the blade out of the now dying beast, Alice moved her head out of the way to avoid the sudden explosion of blood that erupted from the beast and flooded the grass as she took out the now sticky blade. Rolling out through the bear's back legs in time to see the bear fall forwards, its front legs giving way first, then the back to the sheer weight of itself.
It fell face down on the blood stained grass and then moved no more.
Alice let out a shaky breath, wiping her arm against her brow to move her blood and grime matted hair off her face before slotting back the six inch knife back into place. Taking in the dead bear in front of her and the patch of once clean unoccupied grass with tall fur trees surrounding it, Alice tracked back the way she came.
Noting each bear paw print and bullet hole in the trees where she had aimed and misfired all the while running backwards away from the enraged bear. Alice had managed a few shots into the bear's hide, but they seemed to go by unnoticed just like the ones she had performed before killing it. But she had finally managed to kill it. She HAD killed it.
Alice eventually emerged from the outer Raccoon Forest woodland and found the cave and black Umbrella Corporation car they had used for their getaway. Alice climbed in, opening the door and scribbling down a quick note of safety from the bear with a message of thanks and apology. Alice exhales deeply, looking into the semi distorted reflection of herself in the wind shield. I barely recognise myself, how can I recognise friend or foe and protect people when I can't even understand what I am... Then ending the note with a heartfelt 'goodbye'. Alice got back out of the car, careful to close the door quietly enough so she could get a head start away from the rest of the survivors.
L.J. The funny son of a bitch who had a witty come back in times of great strain, when getting jumped by infected, trying to kill infected or when just trying to break up the tense atmosphere. Jill had given him banter back, which only seemed to fuel the young man's need to comment on every little thing and turn it into some kind of joke.
Jill. How they had become close as time passed. First meeting in the church and a group of lickers hell bent of killing each one of them before she had intervened. She was good. Alice was just better. How young Angela had taken to her as a Mothering figure. Alice would be able to protect her better than her. Having an infected person protect survivors from rabid infected just didn't seem right. With Carlos, they'd had a much better chance at finding a safe area and more survivors with him. She had respect for Jill. She's tough but not afraid to let her emotions show and she feels respect back.
Carlos. An umbrella operative gone rogue. You've gotta love the similarities. He'd protected them all and got infected in the process. Loosing both his team mates from Umbrella and then ultimately turning against them all to protect and deliver the little girl to her father. She respects Carlos too. But then there's that certain something about him that makes her skin so cold on the outside and red hot on the in. But of course she told herself it was only the uneasy feel that remains after battling through hundreds of undead. You feel as if you're being watched.
Breaking out of her sorrowful thoughts, Alice looks around for a second to see if there were any undead limping their way towards her.
With a quick scan of the area, it proved to be clear of both friend and foe.
Taking her backpack out of the boot, Alice checked for all the necessary kit she needed on her travels. Leaving the area, Alice felt the urge to take one last look behind her and bid farewell to the cave where her new friends would be hiding. But in a heart squeezing effort, she turned away and headed for the open road. To hopefully find new survivors, right then on their way to wherever they were headed in their own idea of survival and leave them to save more. More than certain she couldn't allow herself to spend a moment in apprehension as to what could happen to her new friends, Alice shook her head. Ridding herself of invisible tears and walked into the opposite area of woodland.
Then kept on walking.
This seemed like a good plan. It's better than none. She's better off alone.
Really bloody depressing ending right? Well, hey! Looks who's talking!