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Memories of Tomorrow - Chap 12Claire was scared, scared and worried. Most of her worry, of course, was for Steve. Who knew what Alexia was doing to him or had, up till this point, done to him? She couldn’t be sure how long it had been since they had tried to escape in the snow cat. In fact, the her memory surrounding the incident with the snow cat was still somewhat fuzzy.Memories of Tomorrow - Chap 12
She could clearly recall her and Steve making it to the snow cat. But only five minutes away, with the installation still in sight, something had slammed into them. After that everything was nothing more than a blur of motion as the snow cat rocked violently and tipped over.
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Memories of Tomorrow - Chap 11Chris pinched the bridge of his nose, yawning quietly to himself. He was tired and the injuries he had received at the hands of Wesker would probably not be helping his physical condition at all. Still he was in better shape than Alex, who was asleep in the seat behind him.Memories of Tomorrow - Chap 11
According to the coordinates she had given him, he would have to wake her up soon, much as he hated to. Considering all she had been through before his arrival, then finding out her brother was alive, it was no wonder she was exhausted. Briefly he considered leaving her asleep in the plane when they landed, but knew she would never forgive him if h
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Memories of Tomorrow - Chap 10Chris coughed heavily, trying to catch his breath. His throat was raw and what little breath he was getting into his lungs was painful. He highly suspected the first hit he had taken from Wesker had severely bruised his ribs.Memories of Tomorrow - Chap 10
Suddenly a loud thudding noise caused Chris to snap his head up and look toward Alex. She was banging her fists on the tube and pointing toward the rear of the lab. A second later Chris saw why she was freaking out. A large creature stepped around the tubes, causing Chris to take a step backwards. It was at least seven feet tall, if not more, with brownish skin. But it was the right arm that drew his attenti
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Memories of Tomorrow - Chap 9Alex’s eyes widened as the worm dove back into the ground, after having swallowed Rodrigo whole. She glanced at Chris, who was pointing his gun toward the ground, waiting for the worm to reappear. Alex had no desire, nor intention, to stick around and wait for that to happen. Instead she quickly pushed herself to her feet and grabbed him by the arm.Memories of Tomorrow - Chap 9
“Come on hero.”
Luckily, Chris was still in shock from the worm’s appearance, so Alex was able to pull him out of the cavern with no resistance. If he hadn’t been, Alex was positive she wouldn’t have been able to budge him until that damn Gul
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Memories of Yesterday
Memories of Yesterday - Chap 1July 20, 1998Memories of Yesterday - Chap 1
The young woman rolled over, cracking a single eye. She glared at the buzzing alarm clock for a full five minutes, before finally silencing it with the snap of her palm. She yawned loudly as she sat up and pushed several strand of sleep tangled hair out of her eyes. After contemplating whether or not she should call in sick, she finally gave in and swung her legs out of bed. She stood up, cracking her neck loudly, before stumbling into the bathroom.
Twenty-one year old Alexandra, or Alex as she preferred, was tall, standing at 5’9”. She wa
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Memories of Yesterday - Chap 2July 25, 1998Memories of Yesterday - Chap 2
Alex leaned against the kitchen counter, watching the coffee machine perk with bleary eyes. She yawned, idly pushing a S.T.A.R.S. coffee cup back and forth. The clock on the microwave read 5:49 a.m. The sun had barley risen and she was already up and ready for a day at work. She didn’t need to be up this early of course, is was her day off. The only explanation was that she was used to getting up early and Birkin’s sleep habits, or complete lack of sleep, was rubbing off on her.
“Finally.” She mumbled, reaching for the pot. “Damn thing
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Memories of Yesterday - Chap 3August 13, 1998Memories of Yesterday - Chap 3
Alex sat at her desk, busy adding a new technician to the database. Normally, she’d have had Davis do this, but he was unavailable at the moment. He was currently assigned to cleanup duty, escorting the truck that would haul the failed experiments to the factory out of town for incineration. Not a pretty job, hence the reason she’d given it to him. Insubordination was something Alex could not and would not tolerate.
She was just finishing up, when Keith Alexander came through the door. He was a well built man, in his late twenties, with just the right amount
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Memories of Yesterday - Chap 4August 22, 1998Memories of Yesterday - Chap 4
Alex yawned, running a hand through her hair. It was 3:00 in the morning and the streets were empty. It could have something to do with heavy downpour that had been plaguing Raccoon for three days, or it might have something to do with the recent murders. Kent had reassured her that there was nothing to worry about that everything was going fine at the labs. That did not make her feel better about the whole situation. Nor did she feel very good about the meeting she was currently driving to. Despite her orders to watch the remaining S.T.A.R.S. members, she had little doubt that meeting with Chris in the early hour
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| Alexandra Wesker has worked for Umbrella since she was 17. Now, four years later she is about to be thrown into a situation she has spent her entire career trying to prevent. Can Albert Wesker's baby sister survive Raccoon City's final hours or will she perish at the hands of the experiments she was trained to contain? Enjoy! |
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