Author's note: I don't own any of these characters. They're all from Capcom.

This takes place after all RE:CV. All of the S.T.A.R.S. members and their friends have been continuing to fight Umbrella and try to stop them. Carlos, Jill, Chris, and Claire are going to an Umbrella plant to try and get evidence to incriminate Umbrella. But something goes wrong. Please R&R! This is my 1st fanfic please tell me what you think!

All of a sudden I opened my eyes and realized that I was alone. How long had I been asleep? I sat up.

Bad idea.

I was overcome by dizziness and I quickly realized that it would be better to remain on my back. Shrinking back down, I tried to remember what had happened.

I remember being with Chris, Carlos, and Jill. We had been trying to get out, trying to get as far away as possible before the explosion. Our mission had been to spy on this Umbrella facility and gather evidence of their deadly experiments. We hadn't been able to get any incriminating evidence, only pictures.

I remember we had been watching the Umbrella facility go up in flames from several miles away. We had planted at least a dozen C4 explosives before leaving, hoping against hope that it would make Umbrella stop their experiments, hoping that they would heed our warning.

As I watched, I had started to feel pity for the Umbrella Corporation's scientists. They had been doing what they thought was right, not realizing that a world existed outside their labs. They lived in those damn plantations as hermits. They didn't realize the people they were hurting had families, friends, or loved ones. They just saw each victim as one more step toward the perfect soldier: mindless, easily controlled, and they felt no pain, no remorse, no emotion.

Chris put his arm on my shoulder, "We had to do this, Claire. We have to stop them. They're turning people into the walking dead.

I smiled at my brother, finding comfort in the warmth of his hand on my shoulder. It was nice to know that there was still some warmth in this cold, cold world.

But how did I get here? Think, Claire, think.

I had been smiling up at my older brother, grateful once again in knowing that he would protect, just as he had since we were little.

There was the sound of rustling leaves from somewhere behind us. Chris crouched down and signaled for us to do the same. I crouched just as the Umbrella soldiers came into view, their black and red logo shining unmistakably on their shoulders.

"Run to the van," Chris whispered to the group, "but stay low."

We ran. Jill and Chris taking the lead, Carlos right behind them, and me taking up the rear. The early morning dew made the grass slippery and I lost my footing. I struggled to get back on my feet to catch the others.

I saw Carlos look back, but his gaze turned to horror and he continued running, not caring if I was behind him.

Jerk.

I was surrounded by shadows and then something hard hit me on the back of my head. The butt of a gun perhaps. Whatever it was, it knocked me unconscious.

And now I was here. In this dark, concrete cell that smelled of mildew. There wasn't much light, but from what I could tell, the cell was empty. I sat up and leaned against the wall, ignoring the pain, and hugged my knees to my chest. Chris would come for me. He would protect me. He always did.

But for now I was on my own, but as much pain as I was in, I couldn't do much except wait.