Hello! So I haven't written anything for a while and I'm kind of low on ideas (that I'm comfortable writing) right now. These oneshots are based on Ale Girl's 100 Themes Resident Evil challenge ( topic/127084/80037119/Themes). They don't particularly follow on from each other, so don't feel as if you have to read all 100 (if I ever get them all done).
For the sake of making it easier for me to write, I've kept some of the convoy members alive longer than they actually were and in all of these, Alice and Claire are already in a relationship of sorts.
These stories will include swearing and some sexually suggestive content. Chapters containing potentially triggering material will have a warning at the beginning.
I'm always open to suggestions on how I can improve, so if you see something you like (or don't like), feel free to drop me a review.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Resident Evil or the characters used in this fanfiction, although I wish I did.
Somewhere in the middle of the Nevada desert, two women lay side by side on cool sand, the starry night sky hanging above them.
"You really think Alaska's free of infection?" The redhead murmured quietly so as not to wake the nearby convoy, her voice apprehensive. Strong muscles were tensed despite the serenity of the current moment. Such tranquility was rare these days, chased away by persistent fears of the undead and lack of supplies, and ever-present anxiety made it hard to truly relax when there was an occasional calm moment. The fierce leader found it especially hard, the needs of the convoy constantly hanging over her head like a dark cloud. While the leader found a certain amount of reassurance leading the group of survivors, it weighed heavy on her and never ceased its bitter grating on her psyche.
The dirty blonde gazed up at the vast sky coolly, features composed and body relaxed, the very picture of ataraxy. "That's what the journal said," she replied huskily, her answer short and unrevealing as usual as soft eyes surveyed the sky, lost within the twinkling brightness of the stars above. "All the shit down here, yet the stars still shine as brightly as they did before," she said lowly, mind wandering amongst the celestial bodies.
Claire took a minute to lose herself in the same maze of jewels as her blonde companion before persisting with her questions. "But what do you think? About Alaska?"
Resigning herself to the weighty conversation, she removed herself from the peace of the night sky and rolled on to her side to face the redhead, propping herself up on one elbow, watching the other woman mirror her position before speaking. "It would make sense. It's removed from the rest of the world, and there wasn't lot of people there before the outbreak," the blonde reasoned, searching the tense face of her redhead familiar. "You think the infection would have reached that far since the diary was written," she stated, frowning softly.
Nodding, the leader clarified, her voice rising slightly in stress, "We have no way of knowing if the infection has reached that far until we get there, when it'll be too late. It puts the entire convoy at risk, Alice. These people chose me as their leader. I have to look after them."
"When you asked them, those people also made the decision to travel to Alaska. They told you what they want. Even if the infection reached Alaska, the cold would freeze the infected in no time. Even if it didn't, there would be few enough for us to take care of quickly and easily. The only other option is to keep travelling aimlessly like we have been for god knows how long," Alice paused to gauge her fellow comrade's reaction. "These people need hope, Claire. Most of them lost it long ago. They need a goal, something to look forward to. What is there out here for them? They have confidence in you as their leader, and so do I. Claire, you're a good person; the best I've met in a long, long time. You'll make the right decision," Alice assured, her voice intense and passionate.
The blonde's burst of profound honesty startled the redhead into silence for several long moments, her face softening into an expression of gratitude and love. Her insides hummed nervously in reaction to the rush of information, particularly the sincere, unforeseen expression of faith from her often-stoic other half. Realising the other woman made strong points, her lips twitched into a small smile, eyes warm and tender. "Even after years alone, you always know the right thing to say," she said gently.
Ironically unsure of what to say in reply to the quiet compliment, she merely shot Claire a soft grin and moved closer, tilting her head and brushing her lips over the miraculously soft lips of the redhead in a chaste but intimate kiss.
Pulling the dirty blonde closer, the redhead leant her own forehead softly against the other woman's forehead, a hand on her jaw and murmured softly, "For Alaska."
Somewhere in the Nevada desert, two women held each other close, sharing one another's warmth, the starry night sky hanging above them.
