'We can't hold them off much longer'. The hordes of undead were gaining, rushing in, craving their next taste of fresh meat. Arms outstretched, they reached towards the meal, grabbing for human flesh. The breach was small...to start with. It was only going to get bigger and bigger, drawing in more undead before the larger, nightmarish creatures got through. The BOWs (biological organic weapons) lingered on the doorstep of the White House, fighting off the weak rounds of the machine guns stationed on the roof.
'Pull back', I yelled, 'Jill, Plan B, tell Wesker...and get everyone to the choppers.' The blonde, still clad in her skin tight purple jumpsuit, nodded and left, barking orders to the soldiers following in her wake. Using a strong telekinetic blast, that gave me a killer headache, I left the now dead undead to go in search of my daughter. Well, sort of daughter. She's more mine than anything else at the moment. As Much as Ada tried to tell me she was a blank slate, programmed with memories, I couldn't help feel attached to the daughter I'd never had. I couldn't leave her to die. It wasn't often you found something so pure and innocent, a bright light shining in this dark, apocalyptic world, so when you find it, you have to treasure it. And I had lost so many of my friends, I had to save something, someone.
'Becky?!' I ran through the crowded corridors, pushing past the evacuating survivors. Gradually the corridors became less crowded, becoming desserts on the floor of my living quarters. I continued to call her name, even though I knew she couldn't hear me. Her batteries run out again, and, not wanting to cause her not fear and nightmares, I had neglected to change them, leaving her completely deaf. Lickers still haunted her dreams after Umbrella Prime and I found most nights she curled up close to me, for safety and protection. The things a mother should provide.
I found her curled up of the bed, cushions propping her up, with a book in her lap. Her blue eyes sought out mine as she curiously gazed at me. 'We've got to go', I signed, grabbing her bag and her hand. To my heightened senses the undead were right on top of us. In reality they were the other side of the White House. I led her swiftly to the helecopters, spotting Wesker. I nodded at him, acknowledging my part in the escape plan. I had to help them leave, help the choppers get out of the area, meeting them later at the Nevada facility. Leading Becky to Jill, I silently promised her I'd return.
pulling myself down to my child's level, I signed her name. A smile as hers never seems to leave her face. 'I have to take care of some things, I need you to go with auntie Jill.' Her face dropped, the sight almost crushed my heart...if I was still human enough to have one.
'NO.' She screamed, tears pouring down her face. She tried to grab hold of me, but Jill was quicker, pulling her back. 'I'll be back, I'll find you, I promise. I love you Becky.' I kissed her head before turning away. I listened to her cry as Jill dragged her to the helicopter. Wiping the tears from my eyes, I turned back to sign I love you one last time. Palm out and thumb, first and fourth finger out. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed a figure in one of the ospreys with hair I could never forget.
claire.