This takes place in the prison during Afterlife. This is during their first night there. They might be out of character so sorry for that. Mentions Extinction in passing. First Resident Evil story. Enjoy.
Since the outbreak in Raccoon City I've been a light sleeper so it wasn't all that surprising when I woke up from the soft "click" of someone unlocking my cell. Then I heard the light footsteps of someone entering my "room". It was really just a cell that, like all the other cells, overlooked the mess hall of the prison. Judging from the footsteps the person was female. Men footsteps were different; it would be hard to explain. That meant the either Crystal or Claire were the ones entering my cell.
I cracked my eyes open a little and let them adjusted to the darkness and as the footsteps come to a stop next to my cot.
Whoever it was took a deep breath and let it out shakily. I waited and was awarded for my patience.
"Alice?" Claire whispered.
Slowly I turned over so that I was on my right side facing her.
"Yeah?" I answer.
"Do you, uh, mind if I sleep here with you?" she hesitantly asked.
I feel my eyes widen and my heart rate start to go up. I quietly took a deep breath and let it out. I can see Claire wringing her hands and hear her shifting her feet. I smirk and shift backwards until my back touches the wall. I hear her sigh in relief as she climbs into the cot and settles in. The cots aren't big so the both of us had to be close in order to fit on the cot.
Out of an old habit I drape my arm over her waist and felt her stiffen under it. Slowly she relaxed and scoots back into me and I hear her almost inaudible sigh of content. I smile and chuckle softly. Apparently Claire heard me though.
"What's so funny?" she asked turning over to face me.
"When we were with the convoy we used to sleep like this in the back of your hummer. We'd normally get up early so that K-Mart wouldn't find out but one time we accidently slept in. K-Mart woke up and found us like this and started to squeal from excitement." I explain and chuckle again at the memory.
"That would explain it." Claire chuckles softly.
"Explain what?" I ask hopefully.
"My memory has been coming back bit by bit but nothing I could really understand. Something I do remember is us in the back of the hummer like you said but…" Claire looked away from me then.
"But what?" I ask moving my hand from her waist and gently placing it under her chin, making her look at me.
She sighed and scooted forward, snuggling into me. I turned so that I was on my back and her head rested on my chest. She wrapped her arms around me and I started stroking her hair.
"I can't remember her, K-Mart. I… I know she was important to me. I can feel it, but I don't remember what she looks like or her voice and…what if I never fully remember? What if I only remember parts of things and never know the full picture."
Claire was panicking; I could hear it in her voice. I turned so that I was facing her and pulled her closer. I wrapped my arms around her tightly, as if by doing that I could keep all the horrible things that were going on at bay. I knew that wasn't possible even if I had my powers, it just couldn't be done. No matter how hard I pushed, the world would just push back that much harder. I remembered a quote from a movie I once saw: "What happens when an unstoppable force meets an unmovable object?"
The answer to that question was: chaos. Chaos breaks out and nothing can stop it. I guess I would be the unmovable object. No matter what Umbrella threw at me I would always come out on top, but no matter how hard I fought it Umbrella would just keep finding ways to make things worse, making them the unstoppable force. That's how things would always be and I just had to resign myself to that fact.
While I had my internal debate, Claire had fallen asleep. Her breathing was even and peaceful. I almost chuckled at my choice of words.
I sighed and loosened my hold on Claire, but still keeping my arms around her. I might as well get some sleep. Tomorrow I have to figure out how I'm going to get everyone out of this prison alive.
Maybe we should give the guy in the cell a chance. Then again he could just be using us to get out. My instincts say we should and from what I've experienced, my instincts are normally right. I thought about how Wendell said he heard movement in the walls.
Could the zombies claw through the cement of a prison? They can't feel pain so they wouldn't care about hurting themselves.
What about Arcadia? Why did the transmissions stop all of a sudden? What happened to K-Mart and the other survivors from the desert?
While in the desert, K-Mart had been like a beacon of hope. Even though the world around was barren and trying to kill them, she still kept a smile on her face and a bounce in her step.
I'll admit that in the short time that I'd known her I had definitely grown attached to her. I knew Claire saw K-Mart as a daughter and K-Mart saw Claire a mother or big sister. K-Mart had told me once that she wouldn't mind having two moms. If Umbrella had done anything to K-Mart I didn't care if I died I would kill every last one of them.
And on that happy note I shut down all my thoughts and focused on going to sleep.
Yawning I shifted around making myself comfortable and finally falling asleep hearing only the sound of me and Claire's breathing.
Hope you enjoyed it. Yeah I had a Batman reference in there, hope you didn't mind. If you guys have any suggestions, tips-or-tricks, or knock-knock jokes all are welcomed in the comments.
~TheUnwantedDaughterofArtemis~