So, there were quite a few people here, and none of them looked infected. Spence glanced warily around the hallway, still standing too far back to be within the main action. This place didn't look anything like the Hive, or the mansion. In fact it lacked any of that peculiar necrophillic taste that screamed Umbrella. He imagine it was still possible for the company to be involved in this, but it didn't seem very likely.
"Shit."
His eyes jerked to the speaker. Ocampo. Shit. What the hell was she doing here? Then again, what the hell was he doing here? Think, Spence! The other's didn't matter quite so much. They didn't know, would be easy to lie to. But if Ocampo was here--
"Son of a bitch!" She stepped back out into the hallway, shock and anger plastered on her face. "What the hell are you doing here?"
And there was Alice. His dear, not-so-beloved, pseudo-wife. Spence shifted abruptly, turning suddenly wide eyes on Alice. Think! Think! But all he could think was that Umbrella must be behind this. Had to be.