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    Isn’t it FUNNY?  How their positions has been suddenly switched. Rain, no longer the mischievous troublemaker as she once was in the past, and Alice being the level-headed ‘mom figure’. Or boss. Whichever floats your boat. Now, Alice’s in her position… except it doesn’t exactly have to do with mischief. 

Just… pure recklessness. A master at pulling idiotic stunts of the decade. Maybe it is her own fault — or maybe it isn’t. Seeing how they’re in a world where the chance to have multiple choices is pretty damn slim. Harrowing escapes are always right around the corner, waiting to jump you. Alice just has gotten SO USED to it by this point, that it’s become a daily routine thing for her. 

And maybe it’s because she’s not ready to admit she’s looking for a way to die without actually realizing it. That thought is sitting somewhere in the back of her head, she’s just not going to bring it to the front anytime soon. Honestly? It’s like she’s playing cat and mouse with death anyway, and she’s not that lucky to have eternal peace right at her fingertips.

The expression on Alice’s face at Rain’s comment is showing as if she were almost so offended, and then features soften into a deadpan stare.  “ You got better ideas then? We’re running out of time here, and options. ” 

She hadn’t known. Hadn’t a fucking CLUE as to what had happened after she’d been given the antivirus on the train. The Mansion had been a slaughterhouse Funday; scene straight from a movie in the hallway.  Evidence of a struggle that no one had bothered to clean up when they’d vacated. 

Rain had woken to the HIVE wide open, and not a soul in sight. 

                                            So when Alice pulled that face, with the air of nonchalance and that look in her eye the latina knew ALL too well -- something in her cracked a little. Her jaw worked, but her smile was JUST AS catty and mock offended, “Actually, I do. Lets NOT swan dive into a pit of zombies, and say we didn’t.” 

Her expression dropped, and the survivor of the HIVE looked dead in the face of the woman who had fought tooth and nail to try and save every person she knew -- to her own detriment. 

                                           “When we get out of this building -- we’re talking about that.” Holding up a finger, Rain grabbed the dead power wire and swung herself over the edge and began to lower herself. The background din of moans, groans and creaking bones wasn’t even enough to deter her attitude or curb her bite. But her BARK was softer than it would have been.

Evident in just how RELIEVED she was to see a familiar face -- to see HER again. “I don’t like the look on your face, so don’t give me that fucking I don’t wanna talk about it shit, either.”

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“I… that’ll take too long to explain,” Leon admitted over the snarling of the retreating beast and the natter of gunfire. He did not want her to see the people at the other end of the cement corridor, that they shared a face. As a clone himself, he could somehow relate, despite looking nothing like his template. It was a complete shift of reality that no one should have to handle, especially not someone like her. “Tell you what,” he grunted, returning fire, but keeping his body between her and potential exposure. “Drinks are on me when we get outta here.”

She had literally been created to die. Leon would always resent Umbrella for this cruel practice. He understood, in principle, the need to test a process or product, but these clones were people. Their memories might have been planted, but they still had lives, minimal and short as they were. It wasn’t far. 

And then, to his horror, their target, the woman called Alice, took off after the girl who’d been stolen by the thing…. the fucking thing that had torn Barry Burton’s face off. The man had died smiling, but he had still died. Leon’s guts turned, but he steeled his jaw and returned his attention to the woman.

“What’s your name?” 

                               She didn’t try to look over his shoulder --- didn’t try to fight his direction as he all but corralled her back into safety. Part of her was still DIGESTING that this was happening; BUT SHE KNEW and had come to terms with it, having long since survived the undead since her first meeting with Alice and Becky.  But it was still hard to swallow. 

                                Difficult to assimilate.                                  It happened too fast -----. The only thing she could do was ADAPT, and so she did. 

And flirting was good.  Flirting was back in her territory; even though this was HARDLY the place to do it. God, but if her friend from college could see her now! “That sounds like a good deal, uhm -- what was your name?” Rain agreed over the pop and scatter of bullets. Rubbing her neck as a chill swept through her spine, she couldn’t help but think back on everything that had happened; her mind desperately trying to affix reality to correlating memory. 

A twinge of pain split her skull in twine and with a shaking hand through hair decorated in bits of cement and plaster, she looked over at him. “Lorraine, but my friends---...friend called me Rain. What's yours?”

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              “If ONE MORE zombie comes through that door,                             ---- I will lose my fucking shit.”

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@bastardsunlight​ said :  “just breathe… you’re okay, i promise, just breathe.” [filmverse Leon] 

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She couldn’t concentrate on anything else. Doing anything other than exactly what he was telling her to do, would have resulted in her screaming as loudly and as quickly as she could draw breath to do it.

                         Instead, she kept her eyes locked on him, wide, terrified and confused.  “Wha--what was that thing?” She surprised herself to hear her own voice and gasped, unaware of how pale she was or how badly she was trembling as he pulled her from the line of fire, and back into safer territory.  To think she had thought a CAR ACCIDENT had been the worst of her problems today.

Now an entire underwater WORLD was about to blow up.

                          “I’m not usually one to say this, but --- I could really use a drink.”

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hurt meme.

“ i got you. it’s gonna be okay, you’re going to be okay.”

“i feel like everyone’s miles away from me.”

“my mind is a dark place. you don’t want to be there.”

“i know this hurts, but you have to stay awake.”

“don’t close your eyes, please don’t close your eyes!”

“i just want to be numb, i don’t want to feel anything.”

“please don’t do this, don’t act like you care.”

“you don’t care, nobody cares, just leave.”

“you’re my friend, of course i fucking care.”

“i can’t give up on you, so please don’t give up on yourself.”

“i love you so much, i forgot what hating myself felt like.”

“i fucked up, why do you not care?”

“i can’t walk, just go on without me.”

“you have broken ribs, take it easy.”

“i have no idea how to do cpr.”

“whose blood is that?”

“apply pressure to the wound, don’t let go.”

“don’t you dare fucking let go!” 

“what the hell happened to you?” 

“are they dead? did you kill them?” 

“do you know what you’ve done?” 

“you’re either with me or against me.” 

“who the hell did this to you?” 

“are you alright? you hit your head pretty hard…�� 

“i can’t see!! what’s happening to me?” 

“when was the last time you ate?” 

“what do you mean you’re fine? you are not fine!” 

 “i’m fine, it’s just a flesh wound, i’ll be okay.” 

“for how long? how long were you bottling this up?" 

“there’s so much blood, you won’t last.” 

“are you… throwing up in there?” 

“why aren’t you eating?” 

“just breathe… you’re okay, i promise, just breathe.” 

“i can’t breathe, i can’t –” 

"i woke up, & you were gone.” 

“just tell me something, was it really worth it?” 

"it’s okay to hurt & breakdown. you don’t have to be strong all the time.”

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Her smile is killing me💕

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Conquest Evade by Marcel Lech on Flickr.