The world was fucked.

Yes, it was harsh of her to think that, but she was starting to tire.

The world ended a few years ago, or had it finally reached a decade? She did not care; the days had merged into weeks, then months and then she gave up counting. What was the point when it felt like a life time anyway?

Some time ago she lost her group... Well, the group wasn't hers, but she was apart of it until everything turned sour. They were surrounded by BOWs and had no other choice than to flee. She had hoped everyone had survived, but at the same time she didn't. They were all destined to die anyway, and she was starting to be desensitised by the thought of it. Maybe she just didn't care about anyone any more? There was a word for that, a word that was also used when describing the man that was probably the cause of all of this...

It didn't matter any more. Once the humans died out, so too would language. The BOWs - or Beasts- would be the next to go, with their only source of food gone, then nature will have its way with the world. Living organisms would evolve from their "primitive" ancestors once more and within a few billion years, nothing will remember the mass genocide that occurred. That is, if the sun didn't engulf the Earth by then.

She had stumbled into a town. It looked deserted, though she knew not to judge a book by its cover. Around every and any corner a Beast could be waiting, wishing only to eat her. As much as she didn't care- that word still on the tip of her tongue- being eaten alive was the most horrifying way to die.

The Beasts would start at your abdomen, pulling out the long sausages that are the intestines first, then the stomach was next to go. The ribs would then be cracked open skilfully to expose the "good stuff". The Beasts would eat the lungs next, then the heart would be gone while you sat with horror, watching as the rhythm of the red organ ceased. Of course, escape was not possible. They knew to break limbs to prevent their prey from escaping. She did not know how the beasts evolved to devour their prey in such a way, nor did she want to know. The end result was nauseating enough.

As she walked cautiously in the town, she reached a church. She has seen many other churches in her travels, but something about this one made her want to enter. The building seemed safe, there were no marks of obvious forced entry. Opening the old, ornate doors to the equally ornate church, she was surprised at how dusty it was. The sun was shining through the stained glass windows and seemingly illuminated every speck of dust in the room. Carefully closing the door behind her, she could not help but admire the icons that decorated the room. A long red carpet down the middle separated the room into two sides, each having multiple rows of pews leading up to the altar.

Checking the building once more for any Beasts, she sat at one of the pews closest to the front. Bowing her head, she tried to find the words for a prayer, though all the words seemed to have left her. She had not spoken in such a long time, she doubted if her vocal chords still worked. Opening her mouth, she willed herself to say something, anything.

"Hi." She blinked. It had just occurred to her that she had forgotten the sound of her own voice. It did sound raspy, but lack of use would do that. At least she thought it would. She was wondering if anyone was listening. Was there a God? Maybe He- or She- was... The word was still lost to her... Maybe God didn't care about her or about anyone on Earth. After all, the end was pretty much here. Was this the Apocalypse?

"I haven't done this in... what feels like a lifetime." She sighed. "Chris, I'm so tired. I don't even know if you're dead or not."

A small, sad laugh escaped her lips. She felt tears on her face, but she was a... ap... - The word was starting to return to her mind, but not fast enough- she didn't care about them.

"I... I just don't know what to do any more. I don't want to run, I can't fight... I'm so alone."

She was quietly sobbing now, her hoarse whispers silenced.

"He is dead. I killed him myself, Dear Heart." She almost jumped. That deep voice was certainly not her own, though she did recognise it. She felt a hand rest patronisingly on her head, causing her to look at its owner. Her eyes met with her own blue ones; her hollow face and sunken eyes reflecting off the owner's dark glasses. He was sitting in the pew in front of her, dressed in black formal wear as a harbinger of death would. His hair was perfectly blonde and gelled back in its signature fashion. His gloved had that rested on her head moved down to the side of her face, where it wiped her tears away.

"Leave, don't taint the sanctity of this place with your presence." She was suddenly more aware of her own appearance now. Her auburn hair had grown long and unruly. Her clothes were worn thin, her shoes were tattered and her body was looking malnourished. She didn't even want to think about the smell she was probably producing.

"How very unchristian of you." He chuckled. His hand had now moved down to her neck, resting just on her jugular vein. She felt her pulse quicken in response.

"You're one to talk." Her response caused him to smirk. Either that or the fear he could probably feel through her pulse. In a blink of an eye, his hand tightened around her neck and she had been thrown into the altar. She struggled to get up. This was it. The end was here. She felt oddly calm and... nothingness. In her thoughts, she condemned that elusive word that she still couldn't remember.

"Ahh... So much like your dear brother." He approached her. Slow steps echoed within the church. "I wonder if you will make the same sounds as he did when I finally took his life."

"Stop. Not in here." She panted, now leaning heavily against the ruined altar. "It isn't right to fight in a church."

He paused. "Very well, I shall humour you. Think of this as your one last mercy." He changed directions and walked over to the grand doors of the church and held one open for her.

The walk- or limp- down the aisle felt like the green mile to her. When she reached where the harbinger of death stood, she turned and faced the damaged altar for one last prayer- a sign of the cross. Content, she walked through the doors, suddenly feeling empty, though annoyance crept through, courtesy of that damned forgotten word. She heard the doors close behind her and footsteps shadow her. Once she walked down the stairs from the entrance, she turned around to see him standing casually. In a different time, she would have thought of him as handsome, perhaps still did, but none of that mattered right now.

She took a step back and took a defensive stance, the same stance her brother taught her so long ago. Such a long time that she questioned if he actually ever existed. He swung his fist, she dodged right. He swung again, she jumped backwards, out of reach. He smirked, red eyes flashing behind dark lenses. More swings, which she managed to dodge. One left an opening by his side, she took her chances and went for the strike. Her fist never made contact with his person, his gloved hand had securely caught her by the wrist.

"Big mistake." He punched her once in the abdomen with his free fist- winding her-, before spinning and flipping her in such a way that she landed stomach first on the ground, her right arm still held by him. She felt a foot on her back, hindering her breathing, while the strain on her arm grew. It was going to break. She grunted as she both felt and heard the bones in her arm snap. The foot was taken off her back and she took that opportunity to try and catch her breath. Trying to get up as she had done many times before, she was stopped by a force pushing her onto her back. Looking up, she saw the sole of the shoe before it slammed onto her left shoulder. With a weak attempt, she tried getting the foot off, but it was hard with one broken and possibly dislocated arm, and another that was just about to follow suit. She was reminded of Rockfort Island, only now she was with more broken limbs and no hope of survival.

The sound of another limb breaking filled her ears and resonated in her mind. She clenched her teeth and squinted her eyes shut. The weight left her shoulder and she felt her side being kicked yet again. A rib must have broken, because by the time she rolled to a stop, she was coughing up blood. She heard his footsteps approach for possibly the last time and laughed. It hurt, but she did so anyway.

"You're not the most polite, Wesker." She struggled to pick herself up with broken arms, but only managed to flip herself onto her back. She coughed up more blood before continuing. "I mean, we haven't seen each other for more than a decade, and you don't even ask how I am."

She saw him kneel beside her and felt one arm cradle her head, the other one rested above her heart. She knew that was his next target. It was over. Despite this, she rested her head against his chest.

He chuckled. "Miss Claire Redfield, my Dear Heart, before I take your life, how are you?"

She returned the chuckle. The words finally reaching her thoughts. "Apathetic. So God-damned apathetic."

Her eyes closed as the end came. His hand pierced through her chest, her blood now flowing out of her. Once the deed was done, she felt him hold her until she only felt the nothingness- the feeling of total apathy that came after.

Note:

Wow... And that is the end of that chapter! (With the main character being dead, I highly doubt there will be a continuation of this... XD )
Regardless, I just want to thank those who took the time to read my last story. Also, if you are reading this, thank you! Because it means that you took the time to read this one! :D
Sorry for the delay between stories, there would have been more of a delay, but this plot bunny has been gnawing at my arse for quite some time, so I decided to stop studying for my "very" important exams to write this.
If you guys can be bothered, some feedback would be much appreciated! Especially in the case of OoC-ness... I think I should be fine, it isn't as thought I have Wesker in a pink tutu dancing to "Swan Lake" or something... o.O'
Thank you in advance! :D