The walk to the river didn't take as long as she had thought. She was there in twenty minutes, give or take. She waded out into the river, cupping water into her hands and drinking deeply. Then splashed some on her face and neck.

Dread began to creep back into her stomach. She wondered where she was in the world? Wherever she was, Claire knew she had to keep moving.

She stopped only once she was underneath a tree. She laid down in the dirt and let the pain feed on her.

Lightning flashed across the sky. Thunder rumbled in the distance. A storm was coming. If she didn't seek shelter soon, she would be drenched. The trees would not offer much shelter from the lightning, nor the rain. It was becoming clear that her only option for shelter was back in the bunker.

She crept all the way back to door and opened it. The grinding sound filled the forest. She clicked on her lantern and set it down beside her, as she sat back down on the bed she had made. But ready to jump up at any moment to hide.

She hadn't seen the women in the little while she had been waiting, maybe she had gone somewhere else to stay. But, if she was anything like Claire, she was going to want to get out of the rain.

That meant that she would have to make sure to remain silent for as long as she could.

She sat with her back against the ladder to hear better, the soft light bouncing off the walls. Then, a loud thud.

At first she thought it was thunder, but something didn't seem right. It sounded like it was right above her. She climbed up and pushed on the door, but it wouldn't budge. She pushed against it as hard as she could, but something held it firmly down. She was stuck.

Terror filled her body as she heard a loud bang of a door closing nearby.

She slammed the door a few more times, but it held fast. Something was on top of it, weighing it down. And now the women was coming back. Panic rose inside her.

She must not have been careful enough. Her hands trembled. Did she purposely set something on top of the door so that she wouldn't be able to escape?

She crept towards the wardrobe, where she had hid before. As she got closer, she flicked off the lantern light.

Footsteps drew close. Would she be able to hide long enough to evade her, to run out the way she came in? Claire doubted it. If she thought about trapping her inside, the women would be taking the extra precautions to prevent her from fleeing.

The women appeared in the doorway. Light flooded the room. She felt the blood drain from her face. She could very well be taking her last breaths.

The women looked in her direction.

"Please...just come out..." she was hesitant in the way she spoke, "I haven't got all day Redfield, let's go".

Claire was stunned, how did she know her name. She stayed in her hiding spot, incase the women was bluffing.

She took a step forward towards her, as Claire covered her mouth to stop from gasping.

The time for being scared was over. She pulled out the knife, and burst out of the wardrobe, but paused once she did.

Her eyes were familiar, Claire realised she knew this person. "What the fuck are you doing here?"