03/19/12 Like I said before in previous chapter's, I've had to go through and change some things that could seriously screw up my plot because I wrote them before I finished Revelations. Anyway, sorry for the inconvenience!

Chapter 10: So much for Peach and Quiet

Atu and his aged mother, Atuanya sat in their peacefully quite home that afternoon enjoying a midday meal. Atu stared over at his mother's wrinkled leather skin, her graying hair, and her eyes, once brown, now a milky blue color.

It had only been mere weeks since the attack on Kijuju, and despite his mother's ailing condition, Atu somehow managed to keep she and himself safe through it all.

Atu began speaking to his mother about a large herd Elephants he saw pass over the plain that morning when they heard a woman scream off in the distance.

"What was that?" asked Atu, who jumped up and rushed to the window to peer behind the curtains.

"What was what?" asked his mother.

"That scream, did you not heart it?"

"No. Well, son. What do you see?" She demanded.

Atu gazed out the window, searching for the source of the scream, when he saw movement. He squinted to get a better look and gasped.

"What, what is it?" His mother demanded once again.

"It looks like a girl trying to fight off some kind of beasts with a stick! Wait a second…" Atu peered harder at the objects circling the girl. They can't be. They're too big to be… "Hyenas! I whole cackle of them! Wait here mother," Atu said as he grabbed his rifle and ran out the door.

"Atu! Get back here, boy!" his mother called after him. "We don't stick our noses in other peoples business!" but it was too late. Atu was already making his way across the field. So much for peach and quiet, thought Atuanya as she returned to her meal.

***************Claire

Securing her wrist against her stomach, Claire rolled over on her back, desperate to find what had knocked her to the ground. Still, there was no sign of her attacker, that is, not until it was right on top of her…

The taunting laughter continued, something rustled in the tall elephant grass and all of a sudden, Claire was fighting with all her might to hold off the beast that was trying to tear out her throat. It's foul breath flooded Claire's nostrils as it came inches away from her face, its teeth smacking together along the way in hopes to get a taste of her flesh.

Summoning her strength, Claire jabbed a knee as hard as she could into the creatures gut. It let out a yelp of pain and leapt off of her. Claire scurried away from the creature (which she by now discovered was some kind of big, ugly dog) on her bottom. Looking around for something to protect herself with, she spotted a large rock. Claire picked it up, took aim and flung it at the advancing canine.

It hit the dog square between the eyes. The creature let out another yelp and Claire saw a piece of flesh fall from it's face, revealing some black ooze… then, a disgusting sound like flesh being torn apart filled Claire's ears and the dog's head split in two; revealing multiple black tentacles and newly formed teeth. Claire looked for some other object to throw or hit the beast with and found a discarded wood plank with rusted, bent nails imbedded in it. She picked it up, got to her feet and stood her ground.

But once Claire thought she was ready for the attack and had a pretty good chance of making it out of this alive, two more of the big hyenas (that's what they were, just a little oversized) emerged from the tall brush. Claire's heart was pounding, her adrenaline was pumping, and she couldn't even feel the pain in her broken wrist anymore.

This is it. There's no way I can make it out of this one—NO! I can do this…maybe. She'd made it this far, she wasn't about to give up now.

Claire planted her feet firmly on the ground, anticipating the hyenas next attack. They continued to circle around her, cackling and snapping their jaws. Claire saw tentacle-head hunch over and a deep growl emitted from it's throat. She was sure it was ready to attack; and she was right. It lunged forward and Claire got ready to swing the plank. Just as she was about to take a swing, a loud shot echoed across the plain, and the overgrown hyena fell dead at her feet.

Claire and the remaining two hyena's heads turned simultaneously in the direction of the shot that was fired. A young man stood in the field about twenty yards away with a rifle in hand. Claire Redfield was so happy to see this complete stranger that just saved her life, she was pretty sure she could kiss him.

One of the other hyenas darted towards the young man, but before the other could follow suit, Claire took the plank and whacked it upside the head. The board got lodged in it's thick skull and black tentacles shot out of this ones head too, twisting and thrashing. Claire worked frantically to pull the board free. Once she did, there was another shot fired in the distance and Claire continued to lay the plank against the beasts skull until she was satisfied it was dead.

She threw the plank to the side and bent over panting, still holding her damaged wrist against her stomach.

The young man came running up beside Claire with wide eyes. "Are you okay?" he looked her up and down.

She nodded her head while catching her breath. "I'm fine. Thank you, you saved my life," she looked up at him earnestly.

His eyes met hers and he gave an easy smile before wondering down to her wrist. "Oh my, what happened to your arm? Did they—"

"No, I fell. Surprisingly those hyenas left me unscathed. If it hadn't been for you, there's no telling what would have happened."

"Yes," he mused, "they must have been following you for some time. Hyenas usually wont attack unless they see a weakness in their prey. After you fell, I'm sure that's when they saw the opportunity. They usually don't attack humans either…but of course, these were no ordinary hyena."

"So it wasn't my imagination, they were a little bigger than regular hyena?"

"Of course they are," he gave her an amused look.

"What? I've never seen one in person," she said defensively, wincing as the pain began to return to her broken wrist.

The boy walked over to the hyena Claire had put down and proceeded to jab it with his boot.

"Don't," Claire cautioned. "They're infected."

"I know," he said. "I'll have to burn the carcasses later...but for now you must come with me to my home to get cleaned up. My house is just over there."

He looked at Claire and she nodded, then they began to make their way to his house.

"I'm Atu," he said, as they walked, "you must be our American neighbor. I would have come over and introduced myself sooner but my mother is…she doesn't take kindly to strangers," Atu looked at her apologetically.

He must be the one that found Wesker. That means he has a vehicle. "That's fine. I'm Claire."

"Nice to meet you, Claire."

"Same here. Listen, Atu? Do you think you could just bring me to the Terra Save encampment? It's just up the road a little way."

He inhaled through his teeth. "Claire, I'm sorry, but my truck hasn't been running. She doesn't work well, and sometimes not at all, in this heat."

"Oh…" can things get any worse?

"But we could certainly try!"

"Thank you."

They arrived at Atu's house and he guided the way as Claire followed him inside. There was an old woman sitting at a dinner table when they walked in, who scared Claire out of her skin after shouting something in Swahili. Atu went to the old woman's side and aided her out of the room and into another. He returned in mere seconds with a wash rag and bowl in hand.

"You may sit at the table," he motioned for Claire to sit.

After she took a seat, he handed her the wash cloth and placed the bowl of warm water on the table. "Clean yourself up. Here's a glass of water, I'll be outside trying the truck." He placed the glass in front of Claire and left to do just that.

Claire began wiping off her face and arms with the cloth. She took this time to examine the damage done to her wrist. Placing it gently on the table, Claire winced more at the sight (which made the pain worse) than from the pain.

Her wrist was bent forward in an awkward position, and it had already begun to swell up, bruising in purples and blues. She'd never broken a bone, and had always wondered what it would feel like. Now she just wished the pain would go away.

Atu returned after about twenty minutes, being the bearer of bad news. "She wont start."

Claire sighed, "I don't suppose you have a phone do you? I left mine back at home."

"I do, actually." He pulled out a tiny black cell phone. "I don't guarantee you will find a signal."

"Thanks," she said, as she took the phone from him. "You wouldn't happen to have the camps number?"

"It's listed in the address book."

Claire scrolled through the address book and found the number, now I just need to find a signal, she thought as she got up to find a spot, her arm stinging in the process.

After wondering around outside for a long time with no luck, Claire returned back inside and sat down gently at the table so that she didn't disturb her wrist.

"I give up. It's too hot, and my arm is killing me. Abena should be here later anyway. Do you happen to have anything I could use as a cold compress at least?"

Atu went to the freezer and pulled out an icepack for cooling food and handed it to Claire. "I could put it back in place for you," he suggested.

"Thanks, but no thanks." Claire laughed.

"I've done it before, my mother has fallen more than once. Here," he said, sitting down opposite her and extending his hand towards her.

She eyed him cautiously.

"I just want to look at it," he said honestly.

Claire complied and extended her pale wrist towards his dark hand.

His brow knitted together while examining it. "We need to put it back in place and get it in a sling, it's not good to let it swell in this position." Claire began to protest be he stopped her. "Trust me, I know how to do it. This way you don't have to wait for hours with it like that before you get any kind of treatment. They'll do the same thing at the camp that I plan to do."

"You can't be serious," Claire searched his face for answers; he was. "Like I said, I'll just wait for Abena to get here and they'll take care of it at the camp."

"Suit yourself," he looked at her seriously, "but after it sits like that for a few hours, it will be much harder to put back into place later on. Not to mention much more painful." With that, he made to get up.

"Wait…Fine, I'll let you do it," she said, with a whimper. She knew that they would probably have some kind of sedative or pain killer at the camp to give her before they put her arm back in place, but Claire wasn't sure she could stand to wait any longer with her wrist in that condition. She needed a sling to support it, and what good was a sling if her arm was stuck in such an awkward position? She decided to get it over with. Besides, how bad could it be? Surely no worse than popping a dislocated shoulder back in place (which she had experienced when she was a little girl).

Atu stood and removed his belt, handing it to the sickly looking woman. "Here. You'll want to bite on this."

Claire bravely took the belt and placed it in her mouth.

Atu took Claire's arm gently in his hands and began counting off. When he got to three, Claire clamped her teeth down on the belt and let out a muffled moan of pain when he snapped her arm back in place. Heat began to rush all over Claire's body and she started to feel dizzy. Don't faint, Claire! But it was too late, her vision began to blur and she blacked out.

*******************Chris

Two days since Claire's blackout…

Beep, beep, beep, beep…That was the only audible sound Chris Redfield could here aside from the quite whispers of a heated conversation somewhere close by.

Opening his eyes for the first time in days, Chris squeezed them shut once again from the unbearable light that bounced on his pupils. Slowly peeking with one eye, his eyes finally adjusted enough for him to open them fully. Breathing in deep and exhaling slowly, Chris felt like he was taking the breath of life itself. Where am I…?

Glancing down at his body (because it was difficult to move his head), Chris soon learned the answer to his question. "The hospital," he spoke aloud.

"Hold on a second, Mera. Did he just say something?" Chris heard footsteps come towards his bed and soon looked upon the familiar face of his advisor, Clive R. O'Brian. "Well I'll be damned, Chris. You're finally awake," O'Brian smiled down at him.

"Chris!" said Mera, "how are you feeling?"

"I've been better," he managed, "O'Brian, Mera, what are you guys doing here? Where's Jill?"

O'Brian and Mera exchanged similar looks.

"Guys. Where's Jill?" he asked once more.

"Chris," sighed O'Brian, "I've got some bad news." Chris looked at him to go on. "Well, you see…Jill's missing—"

"What?" Chris exclaimed, trying to jump out of bed but regretting it the moment he tried.

"Now, now, Chris. Settle—"

"What do you mean "she's missing?"" he demanded, looking from O'Brian to Mera. "She can't be…not after I just got her back."

"Mera, could you give us a moment?" she nodded and left the room. O'Brain took a seat by Chris's bed. "We don't know much of anything. The story we have is from a cop that was injected with a tranquilizer. He said he pulled Jill over for speeding and the next thing he knew, he was laying on the asphalt beside her car. Says he doesn't remember anything else."

"Speeding, why would Jill be…Oh, God." Chris brought his arm free from a cast up to his face and shook his head in dismay. "It's my fault. She must have been the one that called me, and when I didn't answer, she must have felt something was wrong."

"Chris, don't beat yourself up, we have no way of knowing that."

"Don't bullshit with me, O'Brian. Where did they find her car, down the road from my wreck?" he found the answer on O'Brian's face. "See, she was looking for me. When can I get out of here? I have to find Jill," he said, as he struggled to sit up.

"Settle down, Chris. You're in no condition to be going out on a wild goose chase. Besides, I doubt you'll even be able to walk for a while," he glanced down at the cast on Chris's right leg.

"Damn," Chris spat, slamming his good fist on his good leg. "Does Claire know about any of this?"

"A doctor at the camp conveyed the message to her for us."

Chris just stared off deep in though. The Redfield was angry at himself, angry for not being able to do anything to get Jill back, and angry four causing this whole mess in the first place. It had only been a little over a month and he couldn't even manage to keep Jill safe in that short amount of time. He felt utterly useless; like a failure.

And even worse, he couldn't imagine what this news had done to his baby sister. No doubt she was upset over the whole ordeal, he wouldn't be surprised if she decided to come home early because of him. He felt like scum; Claire would hate him for a long time because of this. Just when she had decided to go out in the world and do something on her own, his lousy mistake cost her that freedom.

"Chris," said O'Brian, breaking the brooding man from his trance, "at least we know who doesn't have her. That, if anything, could put your mind at ease."

"At least we have that. I'll find Jill, O'Brian." He looked his advisor dead in the eye. "That's a promise."

******************Claire

"Claire, Claire!" She was shook awake.

"Atu," she peered up at him through hazy eyes.

"Time to get up, Claire. I got my truck running, we can go to the camp now."

Claire sat up, she had somehow been moved to a couch in her sleep.

Sleep? Please, Claire. You passed out. Again. Claire huffed; how many times was she going to black out in her stay there? She was pretty sure she was supposed to be the one providing aid, not the one needing it.

Remembering her previous situation before blacking out, Claire looked down and examined her wrist. To her surprise, it had been straightened and bound tightly in a makeshift cast. Even more impressing, it was actually set in a real sling.

"Come on," said Atu, helping her to her feet, "we should get going."

"Thank you for my arm," said Claire, as they made their way outside.

"It was my pleasure, Claire."

Outside it was pitch black, aside from the burning heap a few yards away from the tiny house. Claire watched as the fire disintegrated the remains of the three overgrown hyena.

It was obvious that the virus had somehow found its way into the hyenas den and bonded with them. Claire wasn't sure how the virus had spread, but she had a good idea. Worst case scenario, it was her fault and the virus came from her bag. Even though she had burned all traces of the disgusting, black virus, she knew that there was a possibility that some of it escaped before hand. Claire just hoped these hyena were products of the virus missed by her brother and the other BSAA members. If not, then the shit would hit the fan worse than she ever could imagine when Chris got there.

Claire climbed into the truck next to Atu. He put his stick shift into gear, and they were making their way down the dirt road.

This was the darkest night Claire had seen since she'd been there. She gazed out the window up at the night sky. There were no stars nor moon in sight, only a thick layer of dark clouds hanging lazily overhead.

"There's a full moon tonight," said Atu, breaking the silence, "except we can't see it because of those rain clouds. Looks like there be a big storm on the way."

Just as he said it, the wind began to pick up and small droplets of rain splattered on the window shield; lightning struck the earth off in the distance.

By the time Claire and Atu came in vision of the camp, the storm had picked up and the rain was coming down so hard it was difficult to see. Atu pulled up before the gate, and Claire got ready to speak to the guard, but strangely, he wasn't at his post.

They sat there for a few minutes waiting for him to come out, thinking that maybe he had gone to the bathroom, but he never came. Running out of patience, Atu leaned out the window and hit the button, causing the gate to open. He eased his truck through the gate and they coasted down the muddy path.

Something's not right here, Claire thought as she swept vigilant eyes around the camp.

"So, where are we going?" asked the African man.

"I don't know—Wait a second, I think I see someone on the ground between those two tents."Claire leaned forward. "Stop here!" Claire shouted, and Atu slammed on his breaks. Claire jumped from the vehicle and ran towards the down man.

When Claire got to the man, she crouched down beside him and flipped him over with her free hand. "Sir, are you-Ugh!" Claire said in disgust and dropped the lifeless corpse. There was blood smeared all over his face, escaping from his eyes, nose and mouth. But that wasn't the thing that disturbed Claire the most. No, what disturbed her the most was the thick, short black hairs that seemed to cover his entire face, and upon further inspection, his entire body...

"What is it?" said Atu, as he came up beside Claire, who was rinsing her hand off in the rain.

"He's dead," stated Claire somberly. "Listen, Atu," Claire looked at the young man, who she realized had somehow produced a black handgun, "I don't know what's going on around here but," she glanced down at the gun, "you're definitely gonna need that."

Could Wesker be behind this? She thought, gazing around the camp for any sign of life. There's only one way to find out.

"Come on, Atu. This way!" Claire rushed past Atu, splattering mud and made her way to tent number three.

Gun in hand, Atu raced after Claire and paused by the entrance of the big white tent where she stood. Claire motioned with her head and signaled for Atu to go first. Gaining up his courage, Atu rounded the corner and burst through the entrance…

"It's pitch black," whispered Claire from beside him, "must have had a power outage from the storm."

"Here, hold this," Atu shoved the gun in Claire's good hand. Soon the tent was illuminated with a dim light. Claire looked at Atu who now held a silver zippo lighter above his head.

"Could you bring that closer over here?" she headed towards Wesker's bed, but didn't have to go far to see he was no longer in it. "Shit," Claire hissed. "Where the hell is he?"

"Where's who?"

"The guy behind this. Come on, let's get out of here." It wasn't much brighter outside the tent than in. Claire walked to the center of the muddy road and spun around, the rain beating down hard on her. "Where is everybody?"

"I do not know," said Atu, as he dug around in his truck bed, eventually producing another gun; his rifle.

Claire turned towards the building that housed Obilade. She really didn't want to go in there, but if anything, maybe she could find a working phone or walkie.

"What I do know is that something—yah AHH!"

Claire spun on her heels and felt the hair on her neck raise by what she saw. The dead man she had checked on only moments ago was now on his feet, tearing into Atu's neck. "Atu!" Claire rose the pistol and fired two rounds at the beasts back. Pieces of flesh and dark hair flew from the man, and he turned with his shoulders hunched forward and began running savagely towards Claire. She took her aim and fired one more round, hitting the beasts shoulder, before turning on her heels, stuffing the gun in her sling, and dashing for the office building.

She could hear him panting heavily and splashing in the mud behind her. Come on, just a little further…and Claire reached the metal door just in time, disappearing behind it and locking it securely. She leaned against the door panting, while the beast beat against it angrily before giving up, forgetting Claire, and remembering the already dead Atu.

Claire removed the gun from her sling and pulled out it's clip, only have six left…better make 'em count. The Redfield straightened and looked around the room. There were lights high on the wall still lit in this building. Must have a back up generator, Claire thought as her ears perked up to the sound of someone's struggled breathing. Claire searched around the room and found the source; someone was lying behind the desk on the floor.

This time, Claire proceeded towards the person cautiously; she couldn't afford anymore surprises like the last one. Once Claire got closer, she realized it was a woman. In fact, it was…

"Abena!" Claire rushed to her friend and turned her over gently in her arm(s).

"Claire," Abena managed, followed by spitting up a large amount of blood.

"Abena," Claire said, her eyes beginning to tear up, "what happened here?"

"T-there was s-some kind of h-hairy monster. It attacked, s-soon everyone was dead."

"Is that what happened to you?" Claire asked, as tears fell on her friends face.

Abena coughed up more blood, "N-no. It was...Obilade. H-he—"

"Shhh," Claire shushed. "You don't have to tell me, just rest."

"No," Abena sputtered, her eyes growing wide. "Listen, t-there's a book case in here. I saw O-Obilade come out of it chasing after that, that thing! He saw me a-a-and s-shot me. I think the answer will b-be behind that bookcase."

"Don't worry, Abena. We're going to get you out of here, and I'll make Obilade pay for what he's done."

Abena let out a weak, gurgled laugh. "I'm already dead, silly girl." She reached up and cupped Claire's tear streaked face. "I'm glad to have met you, Claire Redfield…" Her hands slid softly away from Claire's face and fell to her stomach. Claire's dear friend ,Abena Rudo, was dead.

Claire let out a harsh gasp and then began to sob as she hugged Abena's limp body against her, not caring that it pained her broken wrist. Claire couldn't help but be reminded of the time back at the Antarctic lab where Steve died similarly in her arms. After she began to calm, Claire placed a hand over Abena's eyes and closed them. She then moved out from under her and placed her head softly on the ground.

"Don't worry, Abena. I'll make him pay." She promised her dead friend, before she got up in search for the bookcase Abena had told her about.

It didn't take long before Claire found what she was looking for because, when she found it, the bookcase was already open. Claire made her way down the narrow stone steps, and when she reached the bottom, found herself in an underground lab. The distraught woman took a moment to examine the lab, when her eyes came upon a notebook sitting on top of an oak desk. Claire picked up the note book which read Research. She turned it gingerly in her hand before opening it and flipping through the pages to discover it wasn't just research, but a journal. She stopped on the first entry and read.

I first discovered this unique virus strain while working with my partner, Tommy, on a shrewdness of apes thought to be carrying the deadly Ebola virus. After hearing reports of individuals contracting the virus in a small village community in Tanzania, my partner and I set out to collect data on the apes thought to be passing on the virus to humans. Like most apes carrying this particular pathogen, they displayed little sign of infection at first, we surmised this was because of the 12-25 day period needed for the virus to incubate.

Claire flipped to the next page.

We were correct…After four days of analyzing the chimpanzees, we began to see the first signs of Ebola.

But our story doesn't start until later, when one particular female chimpanzee became very curious in my partner Tommy and I. We decided to give this chimp a name (it was more Tommy's idea than mine), we named her Curious Georgia, or CG for short. After four deaths among the shrewdness of apes, Tommy and I were both saddened when we discovered that CG had become infected. As her symptoms advanced and she became progressively worse, we could only prepare ourselves for the worst...But it was a miracle!—

"Have you found what you were looking for, Nurse Redfield?"

Claire turned to face none other than Obilade himself (who was looking rather rough). "It's you," Claire spat, "just another virus crazed, murdering bastard."

"Murdering?" Obilade gave a faux, inquisitive smile and brought a shiny, bloody hand to his chin. "Oh, you must be talking about Nurse Rudo. Such a sad, sad ting," he said sarcastically, "but you see, I couldn't let her live after what she saw. If it makes you feel any better, I injected her with something that will restore her with life."

"You son of a bitch," Claire growled.

"What's that? You want to volunteer to be my next test subject for my new PL2CG Virus?" He pulled a vile filled with a sickly yellow liquid from his lab coat pocket. "Though I hoped to enjoy some time with you before hand…It doesn't matter, with this virus, you will be completely under my control."

"I think I'll pass on that offer, Doctor." Claire pulled the gun from the sling once again and fired.

The bullet hit Obilade in the shoulder and he dropped the vile on the floor, where it bounced and rolled away.

Obilade roared with pain and gripped at his shoulder. Blind with rage, he picked up a dirty scalpel from the table next to him and rushed towards Claire. Without hesitation, Claire opened fire, first hitting him in the chest two times, and finally one bullet hit home and Obilade's brain scattered across the room. The menacing doctor fell to the floor dead. Claire couldn't believe she'd done it, but it wasn't much different from killing a zombie or B.O.W. Maybe it was because of who he was, and how much she resented him.

Claire grabbed the notebook from the desk and tucked it in the back of her shorts, then made her way to where the vial had rolled. She stepped over Obilade's body, while searching on the ground and finally found the virus. Bending down to pick it up, there was a click against Claire's head and she stiffened.

"Hand it over like a good girl, Claire."

Claire turned slightly to get a look at who ever was holding the gun to her head and was instantly shocked. "David?"

"The virus, Claire." He nudge the gun against her head. Claire handed him the virus. "That fool, Obilade. Did he really think the Organization would grant him the power he so desired?"

"The Organization?"

"Mm, I'm sure you've heard of it. Ada Wong is one of its top agents."

"You tricked me," she spat.

"Oh, so sorry, Claire, but you never asked. Don't get me wrong, you're a nice girl. But business is business, eh?"

There he goes again. "Whoever this Organization is, I'm sure you're just as much a puppet to them as Obilade was."

"I don't think so, I've been with them for a long time. Now, be a good girl and retrieve the metal case from the freezer for me." He pressed the gun into Claire's back and jerked her up by her broken arm, causing her to moan in pain. "Sorry, I'll be gentler next time," he whispered into her ear and guided her towards the freezer.

Claire opened the freezer as he instructed and retrieved the metal case. She offered it to David and he jerked it away from her.

"Thank you for your cooperation," he said as he began to back away towards the exit, "see ya around, Claire." Before fleeing up the steps, David produced a flash grenade and tossed it at Claire's feet. Claire quickly guarded her eyes, but wasn't able to completely block out the blinding light in time. After regaining her vision, Claire raced up the stairs after David, busting through the door to see him pulling off in Abena's old pickup.

"David!" She screamed running out into the rain once again and after the truck, but he was already at the gate and busting through it to his escape.

Claire was so angry she could scream, and she as about to,that is, until something else let out at loud screech before she got the chance. She jerked her head in the direction of the animalistic screech and saw four of those hairy monsters raging towards her. Summoning up her speed, Claire ran for Atu's abandoned truck and jumped in the drivers side. She searched the ignition and thanked God that the keys were still intact. She twisted the key and the truck groaned in disapproval. Claire glanced out the front window and saw the creatures gaining on her.

"Come on baby," she pleaded with the truck, as she continued to twist the key. That's when her driver side door was flung open.

"Move," demanded a cool, calm voice. The man shoved Claire over in the passenger side and got in.

"You," Claire said, as she drew her gun on a soaking wet Albert Wesker.

He looked her up and down and gave her a bored sneer, "I would put that away, before you break your other arm." and in a flash, the gun was out of Claire's possession and in his. "It's a stick shift, dear heart. Not an automatic." Claire Redfield's mouth gaped open as the tyrant sitting next to her started the pickup she'd had so much trouble starting.

Wesker easily maneuvered the cumbersome old pickup so that it was facing the exit and took off as Claire saw the creatures thrashing after them in the rearview mirror.

"What did you just call me?" Claire was finally able to get out.

The truck filled with dark laughter. "No reason to remain prudent. Hmm, Claire?"

Okay, I know I said I wasn't going to be able to post in a while, but here it is! I promise that in the next chapter there will be more of an explanation on Obilade's virus.

Oh, and guess what? I just realized I killed off all of my made of characters! Well, aside from David! O.o That makes me seem racist, I swear I'm not racist!

Oh yeah, did I confuse you guys with Chris popping up in the middle with that two days later thing? I wasn't sure if I was going to put it at the end or in the middle, so I just left it where it was.

Anyway, review and tell me what you think.

SO I FORGOT TO PUT THAT I'M COMPLETELY AWARE THAT HYENAS AREN'T MEMBERS OF THE CANINE OR FELINE FAMILY, THEY'RE SO UNIQUE THEY HAVE THEIR OWN BREED. BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN CLAIRE KNEW THAT.

P.s. I for real probably won't be able to post for a while now!