Author's Note: This was written after I saw my first Resident Evil film which was the latest edition. I have not seen the other films, though have caught scenes from them. While some scenes may be similar, their will be quite a few differences. The child character from this work is partly inspired by another I thought up and am in the process of deciding how to write. So do keep and eye out for that story as well. Hope you enjoy!
Ch. 1
The sun beat down on the pair of girls. Claire Redfield hadn't expected them to be sure. She looked them over and was slightly appalled at how young they appeared to be. The eldest at most was fourteen, a pale blond waif who actually appeared the lesser of the two. The girl beside her, a brunette, was thirteen at least; it's possible she was misjudged by her looks. Her fingers encircled the older girls whose hand reached to an amulet of sorts around her neck.
Hey Carlos! We've got new… She trailed off as the younger screamed. One of the infected had crept up on them. What was strange is that the older girl looked at the advancing Carlos with fear. Claire didn't know why she was afraid of those who had tried to save her. The two girls began running across the sand, the elder's white gown dancing about her legs. It was odd for a person to be dressed so…but whatever. She threw out her cigarette and grabbed her weapon from the seat beside her, gently running a finger over it before rushing to meet the girls.
Claire grabbed the arm of the older girl and hurriedly shoved her into the back of the truck with the others. She tried to reach for the younger. Carlos yelled at her from the background. The younger girl was grabbed by one of the infected. Claire herself was attacked from the side; she swung the barrel of her gun up to meet the jaw of the male. She shot him quickly, or so she had thought. Carlos was running for another vehicle and the girl was being pulled to shreds not too far away. Damn!
What caught her off guard next were the horrendous screams coming from the older one. Claire turned to her and shoved her back behind the flaps and motioned to one of the men in the caravan to hold her. She tried to tear at her own hair. Claire felt bad for her, truly. However, this was not the time or the place to deal with this. They would make camp farther on. Then they'd be safe enough perhaps. Keep her quiet. She looked back at her one last time before securing the flaps and moving into the driver's seat.
K-Mart was a little startled looking. She held a rifle on her lap and kept running a hand over it. Claire sighed and lit another cigarette as she drove quickly away from their last encounter. Hey K-Mart?
Yeah? She turned briefly to look at Claire. The woman smiled darkly. Mind not scaring me with that?
Sorry. K-Mart moved her hands from the weapon but remained nervous. Claire sighed and took a drag, lifting her radio to her mouth. Carlos, you clear?
The soft static on the other end appeased her. Clear.
10/4.
She nodded and put the radio down. Her free hand lightly touched K-Mart's fluttering one in order to keep her calm. She kind of secretly wished she had someone there to keep her on the right path. Yet, then there would be no great leader for this convoy who heavily relied on herm. She hit the gas and heard the satisfying turn of the tires as the sand flew out from under them to form wave-like sheets on the side of the caravan. As far as she was concerned, tomorrow was definitely no guarantee.