Claire grunted as she was tossed into her cell. The hands that once held her now shut the door to her freedom. She knew very little of her current placement. She knew it was a jail which gave her the irony of Rockfort. She had been trying to copy Umbrella files onto a flash drive in an Umbrella facility in Japan when the alarms had sounded. After that it was mainly blurs of shapes.

Lost in her thought of how she had ended up here she hadn't realized she wasn't alone in the cell. Glancing over her shoulder she noticed a man laying on the bottom bunk of the cell room's beds. She was whistling softly it almost sounded like 'You Are My Sunshine' by Johnny Cash. The irony of the tune being whistled in a dark, dingy place like this was incredible. Slowly, the tune came to an end. Claire couldn't make out much of the man's face with the low amount of light she was given in the cell.

"So what you in for?" His voice echoed against the cement walls surrounding them. "Umbrella caught me in one of their facilites copying their files." She was almost proud of herself. Though this wasn't her first time getting caught by Umbrella. Rustling noises and the bed squealing under the weight of the body on it told her he was either adjusting himself or sitting up. "Umbrella caught you? Nice. Though I can't say much. They got me too." Claure chuckled glad to know she wasn't the only one who was caught. "So what exactly did they catch you doing?"

The man gave a soft laugh. "Well they didn't take to kindly to their researchers being gunned down."

"You shoot their scientists? How did you even manage to get that close?" The man remained silent for a while. Claire could hear the other prisoners snoring in their cells. "That's something to save for another time." The bed squealed again but this time the noise was followed by approaching footsteps. The man came to sit next to her, his features illuminated by the light. She glanced over to her cell mate taking him in. His face had a toughness that was almost written on every little detail of his face. His eyes were green almost the color of the grass and his hair was jet black, short, and spiked on the top.

He smiled when he noticed she was looking at his eyes. "My name's Zack Meyers. You would be?"

"Claire Redfield." His cheerful look turned to that of almost admiration. "Claire Redfield? Aren't you one of the survivors of Raccoon City?"

She only nodded in reponse to his question. "You also survived Rockfort Island and Harvardville if I'm correct."

She sighed. How could he have known all this about her? "Yeah that was me." He surprised her when he began to laugh. "Wow, you look so fragile. Hard to believe a little thing like you could possibly survive all those nightmares."

"You'd be surprised what you can do when all you want is to see the next day." She put her head down staring at the cracks in the floor under her boots. She wasn't proud of surviving those things. So many innocent people had died. She'd lost someone she loved because of those nightmares. She thought back to Rockfort to the first time she had met him. He plagued her every dream and thought since.

"Wait! I wasn't trying to escape. I just...The alarm sounded and the door unlocked. I thought...that I..."
She dragged her gun against the back of the Rockfort Prisoner shirt as she spoke. "Rockfort Prison, detainee 267. I guess you're not with Umbrella then are you?"

Claire shook her head as if she could just shake away his memory all together. She didn't want to think of him not now. She couldn't lose her self-control when she needed it most. She had to keep calm and think of a way out of this place. Suddenly, she felt a slight push against her ribs. Looking down she noticed Zack's elbow in her rib cage. "Hey, why do you look sad sad all of the sudden? Cheer up you've got one hell of a good looking cell mate to keep you company."

She offered him a small smile to reward him for even trying to cheer her up. Ever since that day in Antarctica she had been different. The only comfort she had ever gotten was from Chris but that had be short lived due to the impending danger they faced. After that she had simply pushed her grief to the side and continued to live like it had never happened.

"Zack. I have to ask you something. I know it'll sound crazy and you probably won't but I have to escape from this place. I have things to do outside these walls."

"What is it, Claire?"

"I want you to help me escape."