"I knew it." Three simple words, but they held so much conviction. Not that words, or the simple fact they held conviction could do anything for the room at the moment. There was so much anger in Claire, she didn't know whether she wanted to cry or go on a murderous rampage. The redhead wasn't a killer though, she preferred to play the role rescuer. She'd help, but she'd never hurt. That's what made her such a great leader, with such a compassionate heart. She was ethically moral. She'd never harm another living human being and she'd save anyone, even if they didn't need saving. The redhead's head fell into her hands. Her elbows were on her knees; head bowed, before she ran her hands angrily through her hair.

The tears slipped out and it seemed to break the room. Just shatter it. It was just a few, a silent sob. Claire couldn't move, she was numb. There was such an ache in her heart, it was inevitable. She felt like she was absolutely dying. Claire's movements were suddenly quick, especially since K-Mart was reaching out for her. K-Mart actually flinched, when the woman stood up rapidly and quickly. Eyes widening with surprise.

"Claire, wait. We don't even know if it's true." Claire was storming out the door, but spun at K-Mart's words. The blonde's hands were raised, like she was signaling her surrender; a white flag. Then again, she's never really seen the older woman like this, Claire's always been calm and collected, her anger's only ever been for a few seconds.

"Chris is his number one enemy -" Claire cut herself off, she was pointing in the direction of Wesker's office. She only stopped because she noticed her hand was shaking. "We need to get out of here. You, Chris, Alice, Becky. We need to get the Hell out of here. Wesker only works for himself. This war against the T-Virus is pointless. What if all he's trying to do is regain power over Umbrella?" K-Mart swallowed, Claire looked so broken. Just the thought of losing Chris, swallowed Claire whole. She felt like a child; she needed her big brother. K-Mart moved towards the older woman, cautiously. Claire just slumped and K-Mart used that opportunity to wrap her arms around Claire's waist. "I just have this feeling, K. I need to go after him." Claire's head fell on K-Mart's head and K-Mart swallowed, nodding against Claire's chest.

"You're my family, Claire. I'd do anything for you. You're the best thing I have." Claire's eyes squeezed shut, her lip trembled and her chest heaving, wrapping her arms securely around the younger woman. There was another silent sob, trying her hardest to keep the tears at bay. A hand reached up to stroke blonde hair, more comfort for herself, then for anyone else.

"I love you, Dahlia." K-Mart's hands grabbed handfuls of Claire's shirt and to the younger woman, it felt like goodbye. Tears suddenly filled her eyes. She tugged on the leader's shirt, just like she was a child again. Claire's arms unwrapped from Dahlia and after a few seconds, they looked at each other, eyes both beat red, tears in them. K-Mart shook her head, but Claire's hands fell on either side of the woman's neck, getting K-Mart to look at Claire. "Can you please tell Alice when she wakes up?" Before K-Mart could answer, a voice interrupted the tension and dismay.

"I'm awake. What is she telling me?" Both, K-Mart's and Claire's eyes widened, before they looked at each other. Claire nodded, a silent exchange between the two. The redhead pulled away from K-Mart, smiling lightly. She turned and her eyes couldn't even look at Alice. Although, she's never lied to the woman. They've always been straight; except when it came to feelings, but they've never ran off without telling each other, always came to each other first.

"I'll be back. With Chris." Claire's head had turned, muttering that to K-Mart before Claire picked up her feet and jogged towards the door. The one Alice was leaning in. Claire meant to just run past Alice, but Alice reached out and grabbed the redhead's upper arm.

"What's going on, Claire?" The redhead looked at that flawless face for two seconds. She didn't yank her arm out of Alice's grasp, just pulled it out, almost softly. Like she was trying to relay that this had to be done and the explaining will come later. "Claire -" But, K-Mart was the one to interject.

"I love you too, Claire-bear." The redhead's eyes spun towards the younger girl and now Alice just looked extremely exasperated and in that moment of distraction, Claire took off at a run down the hallway, leaving K-Mart to explain the story and Alice extremely confused. The redhead was running on adrenaline, absolutely fueling her. There was this thought in the back of her head. This annoying, almost paralyzing fact. This was her brother though; her hero, the man that raised her, the man that trained her. The man that would put his life on the line for her. She just had to do the same.

If she walked out of those gates without Wesker's say so, she may never be coming back, though. The redhead yanked a door open, leading to the garage where they kept the vehicles. The guard stood up, but before he could mutter anything, Claire swung her gun around, hitting him square in the head. She yanked a few drawers open, before finding a set of keys. Not to the military Hummers, they'd be fastest, most protected, but she's sure they have tracking chips in them. She grabbed keys to a regular vehicle, a black Rav 4, she herself had acquired on a supply run.

The redhead walked over the slumped, unconscious body on the floor next to the desk, but before she could head for the vehicle, her heart lurched. The breath was actually knocked from her lungs. If she does this, she may never come back. It repeated itself in her head and she fell against the desk, breathing in harshly. She slammed a hand against the desk before moving towards the Rav 4, getting inside the vehicle, slamming on the gas and propelling herself towards the gates.

They were safe; as long as Alice was around. K-Mart, Becky. They were safe. But she had no idea if Chris was. All of this was one, big, complete mess. Just a few hours ago, she was holding Alice, thinking of ways she was going to apologize. Thinking of a great speech to try and make the woman laugh; to tell her, yet again, she wasn't a monster. Right now she was numb, running on complete anger. If she was ever going to be okay, she needed Chris.


This took forever, but at least you got an update.
Just don't kill me because it did take forever, then I left you confused.
Everything will be explained in the next chapter.