Resident Evil: Project Aurora

Resident Evil Afterlife Chapter 4

Aurora couldn't remember the last time she had felt real pain. The woman had become accustomed to the dull pain that death had brought, she had welcomed it like an old friend. Pain was just another senseless emotion that betrayed her, she pushed it away with the rest. 

The fire engulfed her body like a blanket, she could feel her skin blister and start to crack. Dry, painful screams failed to leave her throat as the horde came closer to the fallen helicopter. Aurora couldn't more but she was aware of the heat melting her skin, and the pain making her beg for death that never came. 

Moment by moment went by and Aurora knew that it was the end. Her painful, pitiful end. This was her punishment? It almost didn't seem fitting, Aurora always had this morbid thought that it would be Alice that would have finally killed her, not some shitty helicopter.

Mangled hands broke through the raging fire and tried to grab at whatever was inside. Aurora couldn't move, nor could she scream as the hands tore, and ripped and pulled at her skin until they got bored. And by the end, when the fire had burnt itself out and the horde had went back to towards the prison, Aurora was nothing but a pile of lifeless mangled flesh and bones. 

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Alice would have laughed at the irony of her sleeping in a prison cell. It was almost fitting, it would have been better to see Aurora caged up in one of them, then it would have been perfect. 

The night was restless, Alice's mind was on hyper-drive and wouldn't stop thinking of all the worse case senario's. And then when sleep finally came, it only brought nightmares. 

And she could hear everything too, it was making her more paranoid then she was before. The survivor was tired, and couldn't think straight. Alice would hate to admit it, but she felt more at easy with Aurora's presence. When the other woman was around, she felt safer knowing Aurora would have her back. But this wasn't one of those times.

But there was a silver lining to the whole ordeal; the prison had working showers. Okay, granted they were cold as fuck but it was still flowing water to cleanse herself, right?

Luther had just stepped out of the showers, and Alice was about to start undressing when something made a loud noise, almost as if someone punched the tiles on the wall.

Alice grabbed the Magnum from the holster that was hanging on a shower head, and glanced around for the source of the noise, but she didn't see anything. 

"Luther?"She called cautiously, maybe be forgot something?"Luther?"

The entire room was quiet, suspiciously so. The woman slowly approached the other side of the room with her magnum gripped in her hands. She scanned the room, but didn't see anything except a rack of towels. They seemed too... casually placed, and for some reason red bells went off in Alice's head. 

Someone was watching her. 

In one quick movement, Alice ripped the towels from the rack and revealed Wendell behind them. Alice's jaw clenched in fury, she was going to kill him, the fucking pervert. 

Wendell's eyes widened comically as he raised his hands in defense"Take it easy, hunny"He eyed the large gun pointed at him. She wasn't going to shoot him, was she? 

Alice's eyes went ablaze with anger"Move"She told him with a raised, furious voice that rang through the hollow showers. It would have taken so little effort to shoot him, just one movement of the finger...

The Peeping Tom stood and tried to walk around Alice with his hands still in the air"Okay. I'll just..."He stumbled over his words as the gun followed him"-just be on my way"