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Leon, you're a Government Agent, Not James Bond

I keep thinking of him. It bothers the saneness out of me. Your right I'm insane. Chris hopes I become something other than a zombie fighter. I suppose it wouldn't look good on any king of resume. PROFESSIONAL ZOMBIE SLAYER!

I just don't want to leave Chris, because I fear I'll never see him again. In this time, after Raccoon City, people get taken from their loved ones too much. I couldn't face life if Chris died. He was the one who was close to me, cared for me. The world wouldn't be the same, but I guess thing would be okay. I mean he still has Jill and Barry. He would be safe from him and Umbrella's tyrants, but who will save me from all the entry exams. (I fear them the most .) Starting a normal life, URGH OH HOW I'M GOING TO LOVE THIS BORING ATMOSPHERE

"Ouch!"

Her foot pulsing as your foot hit the bedpost, mumbling curses and other things hat would corrupt in the children's ears under her breath. Claire's bag was almost packed, with her world famous red jacket, having the symbolic "let me live" logo on it. The jacket was surprisingly in a satisfying condition, since going through hell and back. She was ready to tackle this obstacle. Claire had her jacket, map, and switchblade. Yep, all she needed was a clue on how to survive college hell once again. Being new sucked and she wasn't one to always get along with peoples opinions. She sat on her single cozy bed and in seconds she let your body fall back, having her face stare up at the ceiling.

She sighed.

Only an hour away. Enough time to escape an overprotective brother, but too little time to escape a deadly bio-weapon attack on the population. She ran her delicate fingers through her own long mahogany hair. Why couldn't she just skip on normality and take Umbrella down. The answer was that each time a person was taken down, another would rise. God, I didn't realize the bio-terrorism war was like the British Monarchy.

5:00am

"Beep, beep, beep"

The alarm clock buzzed in her ear. She jumped out of your place. Waking up in a cold sweat, in one of those falling dreams once again was starting to make her think she was really going to jump. It was the same dream over and over. She was on a cliff in the someplace. Wesker and Chris were there. It played just like Rockfort Island where Wesker had grabbed her by a fistful of her hair. A few feet away Chris stood in anger.

"Let her go Wesker"

The two would then try to kill one another.

Pushing you out of the way, leading you to loose your balance and fall from the high cliff and into your early grave. Before you even hit the misty waters your dream ended causing you to skip a beat in your heart and jolt up from your nightmare. It was always more fun when you actually fall off the bed.

She swung her feet over to the side of the bed, resting them on the fuzzy carpet. Maybe if she didn't have this nightmare all the time, she wouldn't have her emotions so fucked up, wondering if this dream would ever come true. That probably wouldn't be a good thing. First seeing her brother and greatest enemy kill each other and second she didn't want to be pushed off a cliff. What if the water was cold?

She laughed at herself. Only she could thinks of these weird thoughts.

Her mental discussion was interrupted by a disturbance in the hallway. Chris had left for Europe about five hours ago so she would be all alone. He was in the middle of the ocean so that wasn't him waltzing in the apartment. With her hand resting safely on her gun which was kept under her pillow, she glided off her bed in one quick motion and to the doorway making no noise at all. Another ruckus was heard which clarified that the intruder was in the kitchen. Having her gun pointing out in front of herself, she crept towards the area. She hid near the pantry cabinet waiting to ambush the trespasser, who in fact was horrible at being sly.

For him (assuming it was a he) was knocking pots and pans over. The crashing metal over the tile floor was getting irritating as much as waiting to beat this son of a gun to the ground. God Damn, this guy should be punched in the face. She had never met someone was has been so noisy in her life. As the person turned the corner you shouted.

"Come on already, you really need to work at the whole ninja thing." Then pistol whipping him in the temple, which collided rapidly, causing him to lay unconscious on the kitchen floor. She then reached for the light switch. As light spread in the room she just realized she would be killed.

"Leon?" confused.

Leon Scott Kennedy also known as her partner, who saved her life in Raccoon City, was the man she just knocked out. Though no one said anything about a surprise visitor, her days were numbered by her older brother, who would return to a tattle tailing friend, leading to her being bored to death of his lectures.

She quickly grabbed his two forearms and began to drag him to the sofa nearby. For a thin man he was extremely hard to get from Point A to Point B.

"Jesus Christ Leon, why are you so heavy" Knowing that she was only really talking to herself, she finally had successfully got him onto the sofa. There was going to be hell to pay when Leon finally would wake up to notice a big red bump on his head, courtesy of Claire. After viewing the gigantic lump that would be there for a few weeks, she decided that breakfast would be a good idea to distract him from looking in the mirror.

"It's a piece of cake to make a pretty cake, it's the way it's hasty. You got to do the cooking by the book; you know you can't be laz-"(btw it's from Lazytown)

She picked up the cell phone that was lying on the table, flipping the electronical device up to her ear.

"Hello?"

"Hey Claire, did Leon drop the documents at your place." It was Chris's voice.

"He dropped by alright "as you looked at the unconscious body of Leon. "What documents?"

"It's on the flash drive, should be in his pocket."

"Oh"

"Oh, What?" Chris was getting suspicious now on the nervousness of her voice

"Nothing, everything's fine. I just kind of knocked Leon out with my gun" stuttering

"You shot him!"

"No, I hit him with the back of my gun"

"Wow, I leave you for a few hours and you put my friend in a vegetative state for the moment."

Chris wasn't mad, she didn't think. We'll maybe he was frustrated, a bit.

"Sorry" she exclaimed

"We'll discuss this when I get back, but I'm too busy at the moment so I'll call back in a day or so"

"Ok"

"Just don't knock anymore people out" mockingly stating the obvious.

"Alright, alright"

"Have fun at college sis"

"Have fun squishing the undead's heads, bro"

"Love ya"

"Love you to, bye"

They both then hung up at the same time. She then heard Leon groan and face him to see that he was regaining consciousness.

"Great, now that sleeping beauty is awake looks like I got some work to do." She sighed

Authors Note – Thank you for putting up with the pov change and all the drastic changes to the story.