Resident Evil: Oblivion

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Aleine hides behind the corner of the building where she knew Selena lived. Selena hadn't been in school for nearly two weeks, and Aleine was worried about her new friend. She watched a pretty woman leave early in the morning with a blonde man who was really handsome, but Selena wasn't any where in sight.

Aleine slips up the steps to the apartment and studies the doorknob. Her debit card wouldn't work on this one. She jiggles the knob just to make sure it was locked, and cursed when it was, even though she had been expecting it. This meant she either staked out the place until someone came home, or risked them having nosy neighbors reporting her slipping through a window. If there were any even unlocked.

Aleine walked around the building, looking for a basement window. She smirks in triumph when she finds one, and the latch appeared to be unlocked. Luckily, she was thin enough to squeeze through, but it'd be a tight fit. She went in feet first, and her hips got stuck. The window was larger than most basement windows, but it was still going to scrape her up going through. She ignored the stabbing pain in her hip bone as the sill bruised it, and wiggled her way free. Her feet floundered around for a moment before she squeezed her small torso through the window, getting caught again at the shoulders.

Her feet stopped flying when she skidded her toes along a solid surface. She closed her eyes and prayed it was sturdy enough to stand on. Taking a deep breath, she turned so her shoulders would pass through the window, and she dropped the inch she was shy from the table. She almost slipped off the table, but grabbed the sides and steadied herself, breathing heavily. Shakily, she climbs down and looks around the dark basement.

It was pretty much empty. Even as her eyes adjusted she could tell there wasn't anything to look at. There was only the table under the window, a filing cabinet, a trunk with a lock on it, and some empty cardboard boxes. Uninterested, Aleine tip toed up the crickety stairs to the main room.

The living room was just as simple and to the point as the basement. Standard luxury items such as a couch, a TV, and a coffee table adorned the room. Aleine wondered if life here was as boring as it looked. Again, she tip toed to another room.

This room was clearly a man's. The bed was unmade, black comforter tossed to the side of the bed unslept in. There was a closet hanging open with a dry cleaners bag sticking out from the hook on the door. A pair of boxers lay discarded in the corner of the room, but other than that it was a clean space. She moved on.

The bathroom was unremarkable, and not what she cared about. What she cared about was Selena's room, and when she found it, Aleine let a small smile creep onto her face. The full size bed had the dark purple and black comforter was pulled tight to the bed, four pillows stacked on top with faces printed onto the pillowcases of the people she had seen Selena hanging out with at school.

The vanity had a hair brush on the desk and a little music box, as well as a little basket of various items. The floor was clean. The walls weren't normal walls and they made Aleine giggle. There was chalk paint on the walls and several fading drawing in chalk. Mostly scribbles, buy she could make out weeping flowers, or a tree. Selena was a very dark artist; very good and interesting, but very dark.

To Aleine's disappointment, there was no clues as to where her friend had gone. Everyone had heard of the crash just a few blocks from the school, and she's heard the rumors that Selena had been taken, but she didn't want to believe it. Aleine couldn't imagine what the girl must be going through if it were true. The looks on the two adults face intensified the feeling of dread.

When she opened up the closet, she wasn't surprised to see that it too, was neat and tidy. Shoes had their designated spot on the floor underneath t-shirts. Hoodies and jackets had their place behind the t-shirts, and the occasional dress was hidden in the very back. There was a shelf for porcelain dolls and some old looking books. On the door, hanging up, was a backpack.

Aleine thought that maybe she would find something, a note or letter, some kind of clue, in the backpack. So she took it down, and began rummaging through it. She only found a college bound notebook, a Rite in the Rain notebook, a few hair ties, pens, Selena's school ID, and some old journal. The journal was what she decided to snatch up, and she quickly put everything else back where it came from and ran on her tip toes to the basement again.

Aleine left the same way that she came in, sending the book out first so she could squeeze through. She then ran down the street toward her own house.

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Rebecca Chambers stands facing her computer in her lab, tapping a pen to her face. The completion bar was moving way too slowly for her liking. 10%....30%....35%....50%...Rebecca let out a big huff of air, making her short brown hair to flop in front of her. She was close to taking off her pretty red glasses and taking a nap.

The door opened behind her, letting in a wush of air. The girl turned around and saw her counterpart gliding in with two styrofoam cups of coffee. The kind with a lid and brown cardboard around it. His black hair was cut close to his scalp and his brown eyes were soft, and comfortable. He was...kind of cute, if maybe a bit older than her usual tastes, thought Rebecca. Or maybe it was her lack of a man for two years making her think like that. Not to mention...he brought coffee. She hoped one of those were for her.

"Is that it?" He asked. "Is that the virus everyone is talking about?" He motioned go the neon sphere on the large screen before her.

"Yes," Rebecca replies, and touches a small square in the left corner of the smart board. A video popped up and began to play. A man was attacking a woman in the streets and there was a lot of screaming.

"It's getting worse! Attacks are happening all over the place," her co-worker commented. More infected people joined in on the live buffet. "Where did you get this? I haven't seen this one before."

"It hasn't been released yet. The government doesn't want the people to panic," she says while crossing her arms. "Haven't you noticed they stopped reporting the attacks on the news?"

"I...don't like to watch the news. There's never anything happy going on. Only tragedy. I stopped watching it after twenty of the attacks happened just in the U.S..."

Rebecca nods. "The BSAA are trying to keep it under control but..."

"But it's just going to keep happening until we find the cause and stop it, right?"

"Exactly. This is being done intentionally. If we can just figure out whose behind it then..." Eric hands her one of the coffee cups "Caramel Macchiato? Did you remember the chocolate chips," she asks excitedly while taking the cup. Eric smiles at her.

"With the whipped cream on top!"

"Good boy," Becca smiles brightly and takes a sip, humming.

"That's dessert, not coffee, you know that right?"

Becca chuckles, taking another long drag of the sweet beverage.
"Your point?"

"Nothing," he waves his hands. "Nothing at all, Professor Chambers."

"Right. So," Rebecca looks over at the completion bar. 98%. "Why don't you go check on the vaccine in lab 13? It looks like it's almost ready."

Eric salutes her. "Right away," he says as he hurries out the door. Not long after he leaves, the power cuts out. She sees the computer blink 100% before it cuts off. Red lights turn on from the back up generator turning on, but an alarm begins to blare as the windows overhead shut.

A gas leaks through the ventilation, and fills the room up quickly. It causes Rebecca to gasp and cough violently, falling to her hands and knees. She heaves, her chest constricting painfully and she rolls onto her back, breathing raspily. Her veins begin twitching inside her painfully and she swears she can hear the squelching in her body.

Rebecca blinks slowly as her eyes turn a weird gold color, and she forces herself to her hands and knees again to begin crawling to the door.

Authors note: so I don't know if this is going to be two or three parts, but we will see. Do you think this story is moving too slowly? Please comment and tell me how it's going?