The fact that Alice, Becky and K-Mart weren't being followed was rather disconcerting, to say the least. A fall like that certainly wouldn't kill Albert Wesker, the monster doesn't take long to bounce back, either. Alice's eyes kept jumping around, from the rear view mirror, to K-Mart and Becky in the backseat. The young girl was still clinging to K-Mart, wrapped around the blonde brutally tight. The brunette had absolutely no idea where she was going, but she was getting out of the disaster area that was once Washington D.C. It was an incredibly infected area, the battle just alluring every single infected and mutated creature to currently roam this Earth.

Alice has never really explored the area. Ada has always been the one pointing the way, giving out directions. She had to stop quite a few times, to put the vehicle into reverse, then start it up again. A fallen building, the first time. A horde of undead the second time, in which, she had to circle and maneuver until they were off her trail. It was just one thing after another. Alice almost forgot on one occasion exactly what she was up to, heart pounding, jaw locked and eyes a little wide, just waiting for something else to jump out at them. That is, until it clicked -

The PDA system. Ada had taken it with her, but concentration pulled it out from the reserves of Alice's memory. He was at the end of the city and they were on the outskirts of the city. It wasn't going to be fun going back in, but they only had one other choice and Alice has already left behind too many people to do it, yet again. Especially not Claire, the one person that made her feel human from the moment they meant, there was no pity, there was no complete awe like she was a superhuman hero, there was just acceptance. Exactly like Alice was just another person.

As soon as the thought entered her head, Alice slammed on the brake, put the Umbrella vehicle into reverse, slammed on the gas and turned around. The city was suddenly coming at them that much faster.

"I don't remember you." Alice blinked, without even realizing Claire was there. For someone who didn't remember anything about herself, Claire was still lithe and quiet, like she's always been. The brunette turned from her table, looking up at the redhead leaning against the wall and smiling lightly. Alice nodded. She was happy to see Claire, the redhead was roaming around the prison, basically avoiding everyone, she'd talk with Alice and Angel. The man did have an amazing personality.

"That happens with memory loss, Claire. Don't -" Alice was cut off, though. Claire pushed herself off the wall and held up her hand, eyes closing and palm facing towards Alice.

"But, I trust you. I know I should remember you. I don't remember your name, or anything about you, but I know you were important to me. It's fucking irritating." Before Alice could even think of saying anything, let alone processing what had just came from Claire's mouth, the redhead had just turned and walked away, most likely to be alone again.

"We're finding, Claire, baby." That was all Becky needed, after the little girl had picked up her head and asked where they were going. She finally stopped clinging to K-Mart and was instead laying on the seat, her head on K-Mart's lap. It seemed more active just outside the city, then it did inside. It was over infected, hordes every now and then, but maybe it was because Ada, Claire and herself had cleared most of the areas and now the only thing left to be seen was straggler. Maybe everything was just attracted to the main battle area; around the Whitehouse. "K-Mart, do you have your gun?"

Alice looked into the rearview mirror and there was slight annoyance on K-Mart's face. "Of course I do, Alice! Who do you think I am?" Alice shrugged, it was a good question. K-Mart did learn from Claire, even held the same gun. The two movements were mirrored, then again, K-Mart did look up to Claire.

"Stay low, don't move until I return. You understand? Just stay out here with Becky and don't show yourself in the windows. Do not attract any attention." K-Mart opened her mouth to retort, but it wasn't until she caught the scene ahead did she realize why Alice was suddenly being forceful. There were a few wanders, all limping rather fast towards a half burning building. The middle seemed to be connected by another installment and the first building of the two was completely in flames and everything was attracted to it, a horde was already surrounding it, a few zombies still wandering around; on fire.

K-Mart adjusted in the backseat, when Alice took a sharp turn and left the vehicle in an alleyway. "I'll be right back. I promise." The brunette held out her pinky and Becky reached up to link it with her own, before nodding towards K-Mart and the blonde scooped up Becky in her arms, moving to the floor of the Umbrella vehicle. Alice shifted around in the back and found a heavier firearm, a black, military shotgun. She still had Desert Eagles with her, fortunately. Not the same ones from the desert, but none the less, they'll always be her favorite type of handgun.

Alice moved quickly, swerving in between buildings, behind a bench, then behind a garbage can. Even with the two shots she fired off to get into the second building, the undead were still fascinated by the first burning building, that was starting to quickly spread. She had no idea what she was expecting, she just didn't expect things to be this easy; unfortunately, or as devastating. The brunette ran into the building, before she stopped dead, the shotgun falling to one hand and her eyes opening in pure terror.

Not for herself; but for Claire Redfield. Alice shook herself out of her reverie and quickly, firing off a couple of rounds at two approaching undead, limping straight for Claire. Claire didn't move a muscle to protect herself, though. Her eyes were glued on one thing, hands wrapped around Chris Redfield's jacket. Alice hated what she had to do next, but they had no choice, she had to get Claire out of here. Even if the woman was clutching a dead body, her Glock on the floor next to his head, the gore on the floor didn't bother either of them.

Someone can get used to something like that; what one could never get used to was seeing a friend absolutely break. Claire's head fell to Chris' chest, frame suddenly shaking with silent sobs. A few more undead wandered into the room and Alice raised her gun to fend them off, doing so rather easily, before she ran over to Claire and bent to one knee, setting the shotgun down. She reached over the body of Chris, turning her eyes from the fact half his head was blown clear off and that Claire Redfield did it, presumably to stop her brother from turning into the walking dead.

Alice grabbed the handgun, before laying a hand on Claire's back. "Claire…" Claire hand shot out to push Alice away, but Alice grabbed Claire's wrist and tugged on the woman. "We have to go, Claire. Please."

The fluff and the relationship shit is coming soon, for all you impatient people.
Can't rush the love; it just burns out.
Anyway, the reviews are MUCH appreciated.
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The next chapter is already written up.