Saving this for the sake of the writing.
Who: Chris Redfield, any others currently in the Hive
What: trying to find Alice
Where: The Hive
When: In progress
He couldn't believe it. One minute she was next to him the next they had gotten separated. How did this happen? They were trained better than that, and he knew that. "Son of a bitch." Here Chris was, posed as a Umbrella employee and his partner had gone missing. This wouldn't bode well for him if the others didn't recognize him if he ran into them. He could have sworn she was right behind him but he must have taken a wrong turn. Leave it to him to do that, go figure. Shaking any and all non-mission thoughts from his head Redfield went back to the task at hand. Getting Alice out alive and preferably in one piece. Though he'd be lucky if he himself remained whole. So far he had lucked out and avoided any contact with other Umbrella personnel. He rounded the corner and kept his head down. For the most part the lab workers just ignored him. Which was good because he didn't have enough ammo to get himself out alive if need be.
With the turn down another hallway he could have sworn he was just going in circles, and it was quite clearly beginning to piss him off. With a noise of frustration he turned down a corridor and saw the same thing as he did just minutes ago. "You've got to be kidding me, this is absolutely ridiculous." He kept his tone low as not to draw any unwanted attention toward himself, upon doing so his general steely glare took over his features, it help him fit in, a little to well for his own comfort. Taking a few moments to regain his composure he pressed on, going down the opposite hallway this time which would lead him to unfamiliar territory, which for now was a good thing; that meant Chris was heading in a new direction. Whether or not that was towards Alice, hell only knew. Every time he passed a lab he would glance in, seeing harmless animals being tested on; just with those sites alone he deduced that Alice wouldn't be on this floor so he made his way for a stairwell. The last thing he wanted to take was the elevators. Finding the desired door he opened it, cautiously in case anything dead or alive were on the other side, nothing.
A sigh of relief left his lips as he made his way down at least one level, peeking in the door it was the same as the last. Down he went again, so far it's been rather quiet, no undead and that ironically began to worry him. He peeked out another door, still nothing different, she he opted for at least one last floor, this one was different. It seemed as if they were doing several different types of experiments, all of which made Chris inwardly cringe. "This has to be it, or at least a start" he spoke softly to himself. With caution he made his way into the hallway, trying to act normal yet sneaky all at the same time. He heard some of the occasional moaning and groaning of infected but he couldn't tell where they were coming from and if they were confined or not. It wasn't drastically high on his current list of priorities. Finding Alice on the other hand was ranked number one...
Who: William Birkin and Ada Wong
What: DEVIOUS THINGS
Where: A rooftop, because it is both dramatic and fuckin’ awesome.
When: Late night.
William Birkin was on the roof of a nondescript building downtown, leaning against his palms, which rested on the top row of cold metal railing. His eyes were fixed on the city below, which had been utterly destroyed by riots—not unlike how Raccoon City had looked, shortly before its sterilization. The odd explosion echoed through the night, while fires blazed wildly, and the newly undead denizens of Pines shambled about aimlessly. Once in a while, the creatures would snap at one another hungrily, which brought a tight grimace to William’s tired face. Inwardly, though, he was grinning. Umbrella was so entirely careless… and not as infallible as they thought they were. Two outbreaks in such a short amount of time…
No matter. Soon, if he hadn’t been betrayed, the scientist would have information on the corporation. Information that could be used to bring them down, were his intentions so pure, or as blackmail. The latter was most tempting.
Pulling his tweed coat tight around himself, William stepped away from the railing, a touch impatiently. Waiting was always the hardest part.
Who: Carlos and Rain
What: Looking for Alice, getting into the hive
Where: The Hive
When: Late night
If he was going to be completely honest, Carlos had been shocked out of his worry for Alice when Rain had said they would pair off. Splitting up was a good idea, he agreed, and when he really thought about it, he didn't know who he would have rather been with. His choices were, the woman he'd just slept with, the boyfriend of the woman he'd just slept with, the man who (as far as Carlos was concerned) had let Alice get taken, a man he didn't know or Valentine. He sort of wished he'd gotten Valentine, but he didn't protest as they started in their separate ways.
He was checking his guns as they walked in silence, glancing at Rain every so often. He wasn't quite sure what to say to her. "Who's Spence?" he asked finally. They'd never really gotten introduced.