So I'm listening to some music, and I figured that I would write this anyway. I'm really a shitty writer so to be honest, don't expect all too much, hhmmmmkay?

Oh yeah, let me know what you think, please :)

"Falling in the black

Slipping through the cracks

Falling to the depths can I ever go back?

Dreaming of the way it used to be." – Skillet, Falling inside the Black

Memories, regrets and food. Chapter one in a load of scribbling.

She was standing on a beach, wearing a cool summer dress that whipped at her calves as the wind crept closer. Breathing fresh air, she smiled. The smell of the ocean certainly was intoxicating. A hand encircled her waist, and she felt content as he kissed her neck and whispered into her ear. "Alice, you know you can't stay here forever." Alice turned to face Carlos. He flashed a smile, that smile that made you smile. The smile you smile about when you think about that smile. "Carlos, I – " She started to speak, but all he did was smile, and slowly she felt that saying anything to him at this point in time would only result in her talking to herself. A sudden sadness fell on her shoulders, the mountain she had been carrying was back, but Carlos was still smiling. Patiently waiting for her relaxed demeanour to return. Carlos took her hand and turned toward the ocean in front of them. "Just look at that Alice. Just look at it. It keeps you going. Not dwelling on the people you have lost, or the people you so clearly think you are going to let down. The thought of seeing it again. Of being able to stand on a beach, your toes in the sand and the smell of the ocean encircling you again." Alice stared at Carlos, barely noticing the view. She misses him. She smell of him. The sight of him. The way he would hold her hand, as if it was the most normal thing to do in this shitfest they called a world. "Carlos…" She started to speak, only to be cut off by his smile. "You need to wake up now Alice." Alice stared at Carlos, and then shook her head plainly signalling that didn't want to wake up.

"You need to wake up Alice." Something was touching her arm, or rather someone. Alice's eyes flew open, only to be staring into a bright white light. "You told me to wake you in an hour." Chris was sitting on a nearby table. Alice allowed her eyes to adjust to the lights, pulling her feet off the table, straightening in the chair. She longed back to the shower she so nearly took before a creepy little man and a huge mutant zombie disturbed her. "Yeah, thanks Chris." Alice rubbed her neck; an annoying dull pain had formed recently. Chris was fingering a button on the arm of his jacket. "You okay?" Chris looked up and sighed. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just can't seem to get used to all the action following you. Haven't been shot at like that in a while now." Alice laughed and grinned. "You must be getting old Chris Redfield." Alice thought of Carlos, and the pleasant dream she was having, only to wake up to Armageddon and Chris Redfield. Alice didn't seem to mind, but this wasn't the time or the place for such things. Alice sighed and stood up. "You should get some sleep Chris. The chair is still warm, and clearly calling your name." Chris chuckled and moved over to the chair, propping his legs up on the table. "Don't get too comfortable now. We still have work to do." Chris smiled and nodded. Alice gave him a faint smile, grabbing her guns and turned on her heel to leave. She barely closed the door when she heard Chris give a soft chuckle. "Yeah, that smile does suit you Alice." An image of Carlos smiling came to Alice and she suppressed a sigh. She wasn't used to being this human just yet. "This isn't the time or the place for such things." Alice stepped out onto the deck, cocking her shotgun and started patrolling the deck for any signs of impending danger. She heard the faint sound of the undead moaning in hunger, or rather moaning in lust of flesh. Alice shook all her previous thoughts of happily ever after out of her mind and let the Project Alice inside of her take over for a while. Alice remembered just how glad she was to still be able to cling to the unemotional side of herself.

An hour later Alice stepped back into the warm room, slightly adjusting her eyes to the bright light. She tapped Chris' boot to wake him up. He opened one eye to give the person that woke him a death stare. Alice laughed and pushed his feet off the table, nearly throwing him backward over the chair. "Hey, watch it. I'm not that awake just yet." Chris sneered as Alice manoeuvred onto the table. "Didn't your mother ever tell you that by sitting on a table you'll never get a husband?" Chris smiled at his remark. Alice smiled and plainly remarked that she didn't need a husband. "After all, I have you don't I?" Catching him off guard, Alice turned her head toward the opening door. She took note of how Chris and Claire looked alike. Claire only had red hair, where as Alice couldn't be sure what colour Chris' hair was, seeing as it was so short. "You guys can go get something to eat." The convoy leader in Claire showed seeing as she had already appointed a cook and set up a routine watch. In groups of four, the lower decks were inspected and found that there was enough sleeping space for the younger people on Arcadia. Older people found themselves sleeping in the containment area, two guardsmen doing routine checks on the young ones in the crew cabins and the containment area. Chris and Alice took watch on the deck. Deciding that one of them go on watch for an hour, while the other slept. It was a brilliant plan, even if Alice had to say so herself. Jill was in the medical bay. She still hadn't woken up after they removed that thing from her chest. Alice noted that her eyes were red, like Weskers eyes. They must have infected her massively and fed her humans to keep the T-Virus from taking over completely. Alice frowned, thinking of how Jill hates Umbrella. They didn't know each other that well, maybe because they only spent a few hours together in Raccoon City and there wasn't exactly time to talk and share likes and dislikes. Even after they helped her escape the Detroit Facility, Alice and Jill kept their distance. There wasn't a whole lot to talk about after Umbrella made her kill Angela. Alice bit her lip as she thought back to those days, where there was a relative amount of normality. Apart from the flesh-eating-walking-piranhas naturally. "Alice, you in there?" Claire's voice snapped her back to reality. Alice rubbed her shoulder, that damn dull ache wasn't planning on pissing off. "Come on, I'm starving." Chris motioned to the door as Alice forced herself up and off the table. "How did things get so fucked up?" Alice was talking to herself, more than throwing the question into the air. Chris shrugged and Claire stated that there are certain things that just happen. "Like that stupid bumper sticker said 'Shit Happens'." Claire took the chair Chris had vacated. "It won't help to dwell on that. We need to think about the here and now." Claire was staring out in front of herself. Plainly remarking more to herself. Alice didn't have to be human to know that Claire was thinking about something terrible, even though she can't remember exactly what it is that she's thinking about. Alice nodded and left with Chris in search of food, making Alice feel more human than she cared to remember.

Right, now I know it's kinda crappy, but let me know what you think please :)