Disclaimer: I do not own Resident Evil

I've been planning this fic for a while now, before I heard about Resident Evil 6, so this story will be contradicting that game. Basically this is an Alternate Universe story that picks up a few years after Resident Evil 5. There will be two scenarios: Chris and Claire, with Claire's being done first. I hope you enjoy it.

Resident Evil: Dead Time

Scenario Claire

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DEC . 2014
ALASKA, USA

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"My brother and I are heading out to the Deerbrook Forest in search of missing BSAA members," Claire narrated as she sat in the passenger side of a small, black van, "The team was investigating a suspected Bioweapon facility before they went missing. I've been in the BSAA for a few years now, but this will be my first mission with Chris."

Claire shivered slightly and wrapped her arms around herself. Her brother glanced over at her and smiled.

"Cold?" he asked.

"Yeah," she answered following a nod.

"There's a thicker jacket in the back seat. Go ahead and put it on. We've got a big assignment on our hands."

Claire leaned over and reached around in the back. The snow began falling at a faster, heavier pace, making Chris have to squint to see his way through. Claire snatched a jacket and brought it towards her lap.

"Got it," she said as she began putting it on.

Suddenly a moose appeared in the roadway. Chris gasped and slammed on the breaks, but realized the vehicle was continuing to slide. Chris desperately turned the wheel to drive around the creature, but the van slid off the road and down a steep hill. The Redfields screamed as they felt the van bump and shake. The vehicle eventually flipped over and landed in the middle of flat, snow covered terrain. Claire's head had slammed against the window on impact, causing everything to go fuzzy before fading into darkness.

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Claire's senses slowly began returning to her. The first thing she sensed was coldness: coldness under her, falling on her, all around her. She felt a soft breeze as her eyes began to flutter open. At that moment, all she could see was whiteness.

The woman groaned as she slowly sat up, opening her eyes to get a better view. She was lying in the middle of the snow, several feet away from her brother's black van, which had been turned upside down. She gasped as she thought about her brother.

"Chris?" she called out.

There was no answer except for the soft howl of the wind. She looked around and saw trees spread apart a great distance from where she was to the other side of the snow covered field. She turned and saw a steep hill behind her. She tried to look for foot prints, but could not find any. The weather had changed since she'd awoken; the snow was now falling very gently instead of pounding down like before. The storm had likely covered up any tracks that might've been.

"Chris, where are you?" she asked.

She stood up and walked over to the wreckage. The window on her side had been smashed, and dripped slightly with blood. She rubbed the side of her head and felt something crusty in her hair. Had it been her blood? Why hadn't her brother tended to the wound?

Claire caught something out of the corner of her eye sitting on the van's ceiling: a radio. She looked for the other but couldn't find it, which meant Chris may have taken it. She picked up and set it for his frequency.

"Chris, this is Claire! Where are you?"

She waited a couple of seconds for a response, but got none. She tried again.

"Chris, this is Claire! Do you read me?"

She waited another minute, perhaps longer, but got nothing. She sighed and put the radio into the pocket of her jacket.

"Well he shouldn't have gone too far," she reasoned to herself.

Claire heard soft pitter-patter behind her, followed by a growl. She froze and slowly turned around, grabbing a gun out of the vehicle. What stood behind her was a wolf. She raised her gun at it as a warning, but noticed that something was off. Perhaps her mind was playing tricks on her because it was dark, but the eyes of the animal seemed to be white, and it was roughed up as if it had recently been in a fight. The wolf let out a howl and charged at her. Claire pulled the trigger and shot it, sending it onto the ground. To her amazement the animal started to get back up, shaking as it let out another growl. Her eyes widened as she watched in disbelief. The wolf charged at her again, so she fired again. This time the wolf let out a yelp and fell down, leaking out a pool of blood as it twitched.

She walked closer to the animal and examined it. It had been scratched multiple times, and upon further inspection seemed to have a chunk of flesh torn off.

"It can't be," she thought.

Claire jumped as she heard a howl, and realized there were more of those creatures nearby. She quickly grabbed some ammo and raced up the hill. She stumbled a few times but managed to not actually fall over. After reaching the top she found herself by the side of the road to Deerport, a town stationed just outside the Deerbrook forest. Her heart fluttered as she realized her brother may have gone into town for help.

"Chris, I'm coming for you."

The woman then sprinted, hoping to get into town before the wolves, or any other animal, could sense her presence and come after her. After about five minutes of running she saw the town limits sign, reading 'Welcome to Deerport, Where the Past Feeds the Future'. Behind the sign were only more trees, no signs of buildings or cars anywhere. Claire groaned inwardly and started up running again until she could reach the town district. After about another five minutes there became fewer trees and more clearings, and her patience was rewarded with a gas station.

Claire slowed her pace and caught her breath as she approached it. It was a very small station, having only three pumps and a brick building hardly any bigger than the average McDonalds store. A red truck was parked up by the doors but Claire couldn't spot anyone inside the building. Despite this fact the lights were all on, so she decided to go inside and check the place out.

A small ring echoed out as she walked through the front doors. Nobody stood at the register, and not a single person was browsing the items in the aisles. Everything was in place and the floors and counter was kempt. She saw a bathroom door by the alcohol section and could see lights shining from under the seal. Claire let out a soft sigh and approached the counter to ring the bell. Before she so much as touched it she heard the bathroom door open, followed by footsteps and a groan. Her eyed widened as she slowly turned around. The person behind her was pasty white, and had open sores all over their body. Her eyes however focused on the face, which was completely blank and bore glossed over eyes. The creature groaned and spread its arms out as if to reach for her. Claire gasped and pulled out her gun, aiming it at the creature as she slowly backed up. She pulled the trigger and sent a bullet straight into its forehead, causing it to fall on the floor and remain there. She kept her gun pointed at it in case it decided to get back up.

"This can't be," she said as she shook her head in disbelief, "It can't…"

Claire heard another groan from outside. She looked out the window and saw another zombie coming towards the station. She thought about the truck parked outside. She knelt down beside the already dead zombie and checked its pockets for keys. To her luck she managed to pull a chain out, and saw it had several. She clenched it tightly in her palm and bolted out the door, racing towards the truck before the creature could get much closer.

Claire got inside the truck and slammed the door shut, then fumbled with the various keys, attempting to find the right one. A yelp escaped her as she heard banging against the door, and she could see the zombie attempting to break the window. She attempted to place another key in the ignition, and this time it slid in. She twisted it forward and the truck came to life. Slamming her foot on the gas pedal the truck flew forward, leaving behind the hungry creature and the gas station. Claire activated the lights and looked around for any trace of civilization.

As she drove thoughts began racing in her mind. How could zombies exist? After the incident at the Harvardville Airport a vaccine had been created to prevent such an outbreak. Had the people there not received the vaccines, or, was something else at work?

Claire took a deep breath and continued driving. Aside from a few houses scattered around there wasn't much sign of a town. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a sign for the downtown district, with an arrow pointing right. She turned at the sign and kept going. After several more minutes, the trees became fewer and the number of building became greater. The streets stretched all around the area, but they were completely empty.

Looking at the clock in the dashboard she could see it was just past ten. She silently hoped that that the reason for the lack of people, but her encounter with the zombie earlier and the incident with Raccoon City assured her otherwise. She decided to continue driving until she could find the police station, but luck was not on her side. The truck began losing its speed and started to stop. Claire let out a gasp as she realized the gas tank was empty.

"Just great!" she growled. "Who takes a truck to a gas station and doesn't fill it up?"

She groaned and looked out the window, realizing that she would have to get out if she wanted to reach the police station. She grabbed her gun and opened the door; not bothering to close it for fear the noise would attract an unwelcome guest. The woman sprinted forward and looked around desperately. She saw shops, diners, and a post office, but couldn't see a police station.

The sound of gnawing and chewing stopped her. Her eyes drifted towards her left. By a fire hydrant was a group of about three zombies hovering over an unfortunate victim. The sounds stopped and they stood up, slowly turning to face their next meal. Claire held out her gun and aimed, sending bullets towards the creatures and knocking them back. One of them pushed through its accomplices to spring for Claire, unable to comprehend the danger it was placing itself in. She shot at it four times before it finally fell.

With the creatures now dead, the woman looked around her. She couldn't see any more zombies, but she could hear faint moans coming from the distance. There were several cars crashed into each other, and two had collided into a shop. Corpses were laid out in the street, and a small fire emitted from a truck. The sight was just like Raccoon City all over again.

She pulled out her radio, hoping that this time she would contact her brother.

"Chris, this is Claire, do you read me?"

The other line had a static, shuffling-like noise. Somebody was on the other line. This raised her hopes.

"Chris, this is Claire, do you read me?" she repeated.

"Who?" someone asked.

Claire's heart skipped a beat. Somebody had answered. By the feminine voice however, she was certain it wasn't her brother. But how had they gotten his radio?

"This is Claire Redfield, who is this?"

The other line went silent. Claire was becoming frantic.

"Don't go dead," she thought, "I need help!"

"Where is your location?" the woman on the other line inquired.

"Good, she can come for me," Claire thought.

"I'm in the city of Deerport. I need help! The whole place has gone to hell!"

The other line went silent again.

"Hello?" Claire asked.

She got no answer. She grunted in frustration as she realized the person had dropped the call. The woman wondered if the other person had heard her and was going to send help. Claire put away the radio and raised her gun, walking along the streets until she could find a safe haven.

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You have once again been thrust into the world of survival horror, separated from your partner by an inescapable destiny. It is your duty to find him and make it out alive.

A/N: The thing I miss about the old Resident Evil games (aside from zombies) are the scenarios and the fact you're not constantly followed around by a helper. It made the game more challenging and spookier in my opinion. After I play Resident Evil 6 I plan on updating Meet Resident Evil. I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. Feel free to leave a review.