While she cried, she heard the zombies in the other cells, moaning their pitiful moans, and banging against the walls and the bars that kept them contained. They were excited, because they smelled fresh meat; they smelled her, and they all wanted a piece of this of this terrified young woman's flesh. They longed for the taste of warm flesh, with the blood still pumping. Luckily for Claire, their brains were raw, only comprehending that they were within feet of their next meal, but they lacked the ability to comprehend how to get ahold of her. Their bruised hands clawed at the walls and the gates, leaving shreds of skin sticking to the roughened edges, completely unaware that they were harming themselves; they were only driven by one, primal instinct - the need to feed.
As all this was going on around her, Claire reflected on the prior events that led up to her predicament - escaping an island haunted by an insane madman with a fellow inmate, dodging attacks from foul-smelling beasts that should only exist in nightmares, and suffering a near-death beating from a man who had inhuman qualities in his nature. She survived all of those horrendous affairs to wind up here - in a cold, dank cell, probably just minutes from her death. As she sobbed, she worried about Leon, and hoped that he wasn't tracked when she contacted him. At least if she died, Leon would probably know what to do. It didn't matter to Claire if he avenged her death or not, she just wanted him - someone - anyone to stop Umbrella. Someone to stop this viral madness from encompassing the world. Then, she thought about Chris. How she wanted to be wrapped up in his arms right now, to feel safe - just like when they were little. Whenever anyone picked on her, or she felt scared, or even alone, her big brother was always there to make things right. Chris was always there to right her world, to make her feel safe and secure. Then she wondered if he was even still alive. Did Chris come across Alexia or Wesker, and fail? Did she lose her big brother? Her protector? Her best friend? Claire started to sob even harder at the thought of a life without Chris. She vowed that if she got out of her prison, she would do whatever she could to overthrow Umbrella, whether it be by herself, or with some of the various anti-Umbrella groups. Claire didn't care, her heart was heavy with anger, sadness, and regret. Anger at Umbrella, for being the bane of her plight, sadness because she was stuck between a rock and a hard place, and regret for getting Leon and Chris involved.
Then, she thought about Steve and his fate. Would that become her own brother's fate? Or even Leon's? Chris would be a greater asset to Umbrella, because he was their biggest problem; he had the biggest mouth, the loudest voice - he was their main opposition. At least Leon remained in the shadows, at large, but well-enough hidden off the radar, so that he wouldn't be in immediate danger.
