Hotshot: Another first! I wanted to do either a Rain/Alice or Rain/OC fic so I can practice writing resident evil fics but I couldn't because didn't have the first film with me at all. So, this seems to be my first RE fic and practice fic- which I didn't want but oh well. Hope you all enjoy this fic!

Also, I know I'm probably getting on peoples nerves on creating new stories rather than finishing the ones that's in progress now, but I can't help it. If I get an idea, I must start it...and it depends on my muse. I go through muses like you wouldn't believe, so please, forgive me!

Edit: I'm also editing this because a reader pm'd me and pointed out some things and so I'm taking her advice and hopefully, they don't mind me using some things of their example!

Summary: what if, after bonding with the T-Virus, being experimented on and being brought back to life, made the dormant primal/animalistic instincts that humans have surface within Alice? What if that's how Alice knew that Claire was the right one when she met the redhead?

Pairing: Alice/Claire

Warning: Femslash, probably some PTSD, Profanity,

Instinct: Extinction

Chapter 1

I walked through the sands of the western US, not sure where I was going. I had heard the transmission from some convoy that's in the same direction I have been going in. If I come across them, I'll just check up on them in the distance and then me on my way. I owe them that since my involvement with Umbrella.

As I walked, I started to have an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach. I didn't know what it was until a putrid scent filled my nostrils.

Infected.

I looked up and saw a murder of crows flying, all going to the same place. I was quick to follow and got to where they went relatively quickly. I saw a motel with a school bus, a hummer, a tanker and a ambulance, sat with a van. I drew closer until I was a few feet away and there was movement out of the corner of my eye.

I could see a man- who I realized was Carlos- run towards a young girl, grabbing her as the flames turn towards them. He saw this and he quickly turned so his back was towards the flames, trying to protect the girl. I quickly used my power, using it to protect the two. I stared at them and Carlos, after realizing that he wasn't getting burned, turned towards me.

My eyes quickly darted towards the flame and i forced it to go upwards. I could feel a tear running down my face because of the pounding pain within my head but I kept at it until the crows all burned and the flame dispersed.

I gasped, and tilts my head down, breathing heavily. I could see the blackness crawling in the corner of my vision. As the ashes rain down, I saw Carlos making his way over to me with a slight smile on his face. Once he was in front of me, I couldn't hold my weight anymore and fell forward into his arms. He still smelled the same, after all these years. He still smelled mike gunpowder and family. When he had my secure in his arms, rocking back and forth ever so slightly, I lost consciousness.

I woke up, squinting as I put my hand up to shield my eyes from the sunlight. When my eyes adjusted, I could see a colorful bracelet sitting on my wrist, I touched it before finally sensing eyes on me. I looked over and saw a blonde teenager, sitting there. Her blood smelled pure, untainted, something that needed to be intact. If there was people like her in this world, there is still hope for it.

"Hi." she smiled, her voice soft and innocent.

"Hey." I inwardly winced at how rough my voice sounded, I carefully turned towards her, leaning on my elbow. "This belong to you?"

"I gave it to you last night. For luck."

"Thank you, its beautiful." I smiled as I sat up fully, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed that I laid on. "What's your name?"

"Kmart."

I gave her a slightly confused look and she elaborated.

"It's where they found me. Claire and the other...a few years back."

"Do you have another name?" I asked.

"Never liked it. Um...Everyone I knew was dead so, seemed like a time for change." She paused for a moment. "The other's are having a funeral."

I nodded and stood before making my scarf into a hood and followed Kmart out. Once we were about a few feet away, I touched her arm, making her look at me and I nodded before going over of to the side.

I could see Carlos turn to look at me before he and a red-head came over to me.

"Alice," Carlos began. "This is Claire Redfield. She's the one who put this convoy together."

That was impressive if I was being honest. It's hard to be a leader of any sized group these days. The work I saw imidietly after the little funeral from her group shows that she had done well with organizing them.

When She got close, The most intoxicating and attractive scent assaulted my nose, making something deep inside me want to react to it, making my knees go weak for a small time. I forced myself to stay put though as I looked at her and noted her green eyes that seemed to have seen everything.

'Ironic.' I thought.

She was in fit from what I could see and she was tough. That's needed in a world like this.

"Thank you so much for your help." Was her first words to me, her voice held power that was fit for a leader with a grateful undertone. I only gave a nod when Kmart called for the red-head.

"Excuse me. I have things I have to attend to." She excused herself before going off. Carlos began walking and Alice kept pace with him.

"In the last six months, she lost half of the convoy." Carlos told me. "Pretty soon, there'll be more of us dead than alive."

He paused as we walk before asking the question I was waiting to hear.

"Alice, what happened to you? Why did you leave after Detroit?"

"I didn't have a choice." I finally answered. "They were using me. You saw what I did to Angie, plus, they were tracking me. I would have gotten you all killed."

"Why stay alone after the world ended?"

"It's just safer if I'm not around people." I stated softly.

"Why'd you come back." Carlos asked, a knowing smile growing on his face. He wrapped an arm around me and pulled me to him and I hugged him back. The feeling and the smell of one of my closest friends, practically a family member, caused my resolve to break and I let a few tears escape.

Was he the only one to forgive me? After what happened to Angie?

Looks like I'll only find out in time.

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