AN: yay! this is what i think should happen after leon and claire seporate. plz dont mind da ages, not too sure how old she is when the racoon city thing happens so plz just role with it k? rights go to thier respective owners, i own nothing but the story line and the characters that pop into my head. with that said, jump into the zombie gore. (not advised for those who scare easily)

Claire's POV:

So far, it's still been the ongoing battle for survival. Nothing in the world has changed to bring back the loved ones that we hold dear. Right now, I was safe, but like always, I never trusted it to last long, for safety was but an illusion.

As time goes on, more cities fall prey to Umbrella and end in destruction. Viruses are breaking out everywhere, spreading and growing, possibly molding to its surroundings. Where had it all started? Why raccoon city? Why were so many innocent lives thrown into chaos as the events unfolded with very few surviving citizen who just wanted to flee what they once thought of as home? And finally, why- no, it wasn't best to think of that now; it was better to think of my life or my death as they led me down the hall through the maze like corridors. I trailed behind them, following at a neutral pace, neither letting on fear or anticipation to claim to the surface where it could let me be caught in their snare. Quiet surprise though, with just the right amounts, did cover the other emotions that seemed to crash within me.

Their shoes click onward as they reached a door that required an eye scan for entrance. My eye brow rose slightly as I asked "is that really necessary?" both the guy and girl seemed to ignore my comment, but thankfully the girl turned around in a formal manner before replying. "Key cards are too easy to replicate and what else did you expect?" she asked. I shrugged my shoulders and then asked, "Doesn't that hurt though, I mean how does it even know who is who?" unprofessionally, the guy broke out laughing. "Why do you seem so scared? Didn't you just transfer from the academy in Burbank?" he said between chuckles. I nodded but they continued forward.

The girl still held on to the clip board, my fake identity being securely held in place as we passed down more white halls. Internally, it made me shiver. I let my teenaged curiosity ask what I could so I'd have better mental notes for latter. "Why are the walls here so white? Back at the academy they were at least a pale blue." I complained. Truthfully, I was seventeen and breathing, that was the only truth they had about me, so I could complain all I wanted if they'd let me, but because I was so advanced in my training over in Burbank, they sent me to their lab in Nebraska. It wasn't the heart of Umbrella, but it was a fine start. "Usually white is the color of purity, and it helps bring peace to those that work in it. I'm quite surprised that they didn't cover that there." The guy said as he looked over his shoulder at me. "I wasn't there during some of the classes. I caught the stomach flu and had to miss out on the fun stuff." I replied regretfully. They nodded and led me inside a waiting room while they went to put in my paper work.

I was more or less alone with my thoughts if you counted the hidden camera, so I fell into the old habit of remembering why I was here. A year ago today I had set out in search of my brother, Chris Redfield, a special S.T.A.R.S agent that worked for Umbrella Corp. on the verge of barely being sixteen, I had my license for my motorcycle, and went to the last place we heard from him, which was a good thousand miles from home. From the moment I arrived, the place had been in shambles, and my life had changed for forever. There, I met a newly transferred cop with brown hair and stormy grey-blue eyes, who also discovered the horrors that awaited us. It was nightfall, the best place for nightmares and terrors to harbor, as we walked with caution, and only the training that we both gained from our past. Some parts of our training was pure instinct, while others were from what the force or my brother had taught us, but even that training went so far. But the one thing that I was not ready, was not prepared for, was to fall in love with my companion in the nightmare. Then, we found Ashley under the city hall as we also tried to evade her father that had become infused with the G-virus, which nearly killed us all.

Government officials then rescued us from the out skirts of the city once we were safe, but as the helicopter fled and the city grew smaller and smaller, there was a sudden flash of light and the city was no more than a dust cloud. A new definition of society took form as they'd separated us off and let me go back to my old life that I was no longer a part of. Afterwards, I searched out what I could learn about Umbrella to see what I could do to end all of it, and that was when I found the solution. All it took was the memory of the group that visited our schools in Rhode Island and offered training to those who had knowledge and aspirations of changing the world, and all they had to do was join an academy of their liking. By then, I was already in California and decided to look for this institute and signed up. I changed my look as best I could, I grew out my hair dying it to a reddish brown and started wearing more jeans and outfits that were more maneuverable and kept a dagger concealed in my newly acquired combat boots. That was when they took me in, and thanks to my patience that is where I am now.

"Terra Clinton, Mr. Alfred Noalton would like to welcome you to the lab." The girl from before, said as she came in to get me. I got up from the stiff chair that I'd been sitting on and brushed invisible crumbs off while I followed her out the door into another white as snow room. A stocky middle aged man with meaty hands loomed over some papers as he readjusted his glasses. He looked up, a creepy smile splayed over his face and stood from his seat. I didn't like him. It was too easy to imagine someone like him trying to take over the world. "Ah, so this is our little Californian prodigy. Welcome to Umbrella terra, I hope you'll enjoy it here." He finished. I nodded and said, "thank you sir for having me. Is there anything that you'd like me to do?" I asked politely, praying that there wasn't. Part of the trick as I learned was to stay on their good side, and then accomplish what you could without getting caught. He shook his head. "Sadly, there isn't. But you are more than welcome to unpack your belongings. It must have been a long flight. Anita, please show Ms. Clinton to her room," and just like that, the girl, Anita led me down more hall ways. How does anyone remember which way to go? I asked myself frustrated.

The room held a spartitious look, no flavor or zest to tell what its last inhabitants were like or if there were any inhabitants before me. anita gave me the time for dinner before she too, walked away and left me alone.

AN: like, hate? need more? dont b afraid to review, n if your the type to reveiw brutally, well its up to you if you want to keep reading, n if what u say makes sense then you're right and i'll make the nessasary changes. until then, i'll be waiting on you reviews.