Disclaimer: don't own any characters, be cool if I did

It has been years since I had seen his face. We survived the Raccoon City outbreak. We helped Trent, to destroy Umbrella. We even crossed paths in Hardville. Why is it that when your around, I feel like my heart is going to burst out of my chest? I know that keeping a journal is dumb, believe me, I know. Every time I write in it, I feel live I'm five years old. It's not high school anymore, I think I should just tell you, but I suppose I'm scared. I'm such an idiot. Well I wish I knew how you felt, because if you're still into that Ada chick, I'll just step out of line right here. I don't do sloppy seconds. Wow, I am pathetic. I am really getting into an intense conversation with a journal, grrrr. Well it will be a secret for now.

p.s. if Chris finds out he'll be pissed.

"Claire?"

Claire's brother's voice spoke at the doorway.

"Yeah in here."

She scribbled the last part out of the journal sentence, and close it. Chris entered the room seeing her at the bed, noticing the small black notebook.

"What's that?"

Walking over about to grab the journal. Grabbing it and shoving it behind her.

"This! Just some old college work, nothing really".

She first held it up then hid the small black diary once again. Her voice was shaking in the process. Boy she was so bad at lying. She hated not telling him stuff but this was personnel and the last time Claire had told Chris about a guy she liked, he ended up punching the guy in the face because the guy turned her down. There you go, the overprotective brother at her service.

"Claire, you don't go to college anymore, not for at least two years. You are definitely not doing any school work"

Chris almost stating the absolute obvious, as he leaned up against one of the plain white walls.

"That's not true; I'm still taking self defense!" She shot back at him.

"Yeah, because I'm the one who is teaching you self defense and no reading the twilight books does not count as college English" he heard her curse when he said the last part.

Chris really is good at this whole guessing game. He can always tell when she was making a lie or anything, he knows her the best so it's hard to cover.

"If you wanted to go back you should have just told me". Chris was going at his big brother speech, again.

Claire obviously never wanted to see college grounds again, all the late nights in the library working on term papers, no thanks. She would rather stay with her brother and the rest of anti-umbrella and kick some zombie ass.

"Chris I do want to go back, but were to busy finding out what umbrella's next move is, and surely with all the freaking zombies out there I think I'll stay. You know the more guns the merrier"

She was most certain that if umbrella struck, they would now. She then stood up from her spot on the bed, ripping the page out of your journal and stuffing it in your jeans pocket.

"Claire. Its fine, we'll handle umbrella. As for Wesker he won't see what's coming".

Just hearing his name sent shivers on her spine. His appearance came into view. Albert Wesker: cool, calm and collected. His general appearance was his whole ensemble being consistently his dark shade of black. To top the icing on the cake were his sunglasses which had hidden his red eyes from the rest of the world. Claire's daydreaming stopped when Chris interrupted by waving his hand in front of her face.

"Claire? Hello? Earth to Claire?

"Huh?"

"Hey sis, you listening"

"Huh, yeah. Why?"

"I've decided that you should go to a university near by. Now before you get all defensive, I have been thinking of this for awhile now. Please even if you hate me for the rest of all eternity, I can leave this world knowing that one of us Redfield's can succeed in an education."

She looked like one of the mannequins, except her mouth was wide open, in shock. He never even considered that she didn't want to go back to college hell, plus how? She couldn't afford college.

She could take a loan, but then she was going end up like one of those students who came out of college, no job, who owed thirty thousand dollars to the government and won't be able to pay it off until they were seventy years old. With the final remark, also taking them when there's pharmaceutical companies trying to turn the whole world into zombies.

"Chris!"

"No, I don't want to hear it. Your more safe there than here"

"But Umbrella?"

"That's for us to handle not you"

Chris wasn't going to listen or change his mind on this, with Claire's mind in a cluster of thoughts. She was having grief of homework and tests already. Would college would let her have a room to herself, WHERE WOULD SHE HIDE HER GUN, maybe between the mattresses?

"Fine, when do I start" She had finally given up.

"Tomorrow"

Her jaw dropped yet again. "You can't be serious?"

"Nope, serious as a biohazard" he smirked at the relevance.

"Ha ha so funny I forgot to laugh, but tomorrow legit"

She groaned out directly in unbelief at her brother. He had a sick sense of humor, but it was part of being a Redfield.

"Yeah, everything is set. All you need is your bag of clothes. I can't have you buying all new clothes, just for revenge, death by maxed out credit card."

If it wasn't for the glaring eyes he would have been rolling on the floor laughing. He just thinks he's funny, cracks him self up. You kind of thought that you were useless, in his way so this was the way he could get rid of her and have the house alone. Yeah have the house all to himself, himself and Jill! Chris almost laughing to himself began to walk out into the hallway. Just when Claire was going to shut the door Chris spoke.

"Claire"

"hmm" turning to around

"Just promise to do this, for me. I really want you to have a future in something other than umbrella, okay?"

"Okay, I promise"

"Good night sis"

"Night" she called out

She felt a bit guilty that he had gone out of his way to set this all up for her. She really wanted to be honest with him but she didn't want to hurt his feelings. College just wasn't her style anymore; yeah back when she first graduated high school is was her goal. Now she was concentrating on living through the zombie apocalypse.

Claire walked of to her bed and laid the crumpled journal entry by her nightstand. Chris would be out of the country off to Europe in a few hours so there was no use in psyching him out before a mission.

She guessed that she should start packing, dragging one of her suitcases from her closet setting it on her bed.

Authors Note – I hope you like the revisions. I just couldn't look at these first few chapters without changing it. Thank you for your patience.