Resident Evil: Whirlwind -
Pairing: Alice/Claire.
Disclaimer: The characters nor the movie is mine. I'm just writing this for pleasure.
Prologue: Here We Go Again
They were at the end of their limit. The end of their rope. Two sets of eyes looked behind them, both women covered in dirt and grime, maybe some blood. The roof of the white house had ended, but they weren't about to give up. Wesker may have gone insane, ruined his own little plans, but that didn't mean Claire and Alice was about to.
The door to the rooftop burst open and Wesker's scream echoed in the air; chilled their very veins. It caught Claire's eye just in time, the large, black, armored vehicle. "Alice!" The woman pointed, before just running forward. Alice followed suit. It seemed smooth enough, until Wesker raised a hand and slammed into into the rooftop. It shattered instantly, throwing them off balance.
It could have been a simple jump, but Claire ended up tumbling instead of jumping. It seemed like slow motion, no rhythm, but a pair of strong arms wrapped around her mid-air, before Alice twisted her body and the redhead landed on the brunette. There was an audible moan, before Claire scrambled to her feet, reached out and wrapped her hands around Alice's arm, tugging her to her feet.
Nothing went smooth and the mutated Wesker, fluidly jumped off the roof, straight for them. The pair dived to each side and Wesker just punched a hole through the vehicle. The way he got stuck would have been comical, but they were in dire need of surviving at the moment. The way they both pulled out their guns, it would seem they were in sync, both set of handguns firing on Wesker.
It caught him off guard and he stumbled off the truck, but catching his feet. It was Alice he ran for, out of a blaze of anger and fury, his hands slapped against the truck and one simple push had it propelling through the air, landing somewhere a few feet next to Alice. The man leaped, standing in between the vehicle and Alice.
The gas caught her eye at the last second and Claire turned her arm, concentrating on aim, she pulled the trigger. The bullet flew through the air, past Wesker, who was roaring in fury and straight into the hood of the truck. Nothing happened for a few seconds, but just as Wesker bent his knees to propel himself at Alice, an explosion ricocheted through out the side of the White House.
Windows were blown out, the sandbags in front of them, falling to the heat and power.
3 days earlier.
"Something is off. The city's too quiet. We should be dodging the undead left and right. We attract them like no other."Chris' raspy voice sounded in Claire's ear and the redhead peered out the windshield, where Chris was steering the helicopter, meant solely to attract the infected. Leon was in the back, leaning over the side with a semi-automatic rifle. She held a hand up to her ear.
"We have been to this area quite a few times." She didn't quite know what that meant, but it certainly meant something. She peered at Alice, but the woman was still. Claire was always the optimist. She just didn't want to admit something was about to go terribly wrong. "Nothing?" The brunette shook her head and Claire sighed out, leaning to see the two boys, she waved a hand and Leon nodded.
"Moving out." The man spun the helicopter and Claire pulled the military Hummer into reverse. Already finding some speech to explain to 'President Wesker' why they were lacking in supplies. Chris or Claire wasn't about to risk any human life for stupidity. They still had people to worry about back there - K-Mart, Becky. No time for games. The car was reversed, before pushing it back into drive and turning it around. Nobody really moved, though.
For a seemingly bright, fall day, the rare sun was suddenly being blocked out by another chopper. "Chris -"
"It's not ours. I just tried to make communication. You'll never guess who just replied." Claire's throat locked up immediately, turning the wheel sharply and slamming on the gas.
"Umbrella." Rang out Alice's voice from beside Claire.