Author's note: Steve fans, there will be him later.(I love Steve/Claire fics) Sure in the game he dies, but I'll find a logical way to explain that. Chris fans, he's coming up when Umbrella captures him for his sister. Claire fans, either your love me, or your hate me for it. Thank you to everyone who reviews, and sorry about any grammar/spelling mistakes.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the RE characters, etc.

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Chapter two: Admitting the truth...

"Come on Sherry, you can tell me." Claire kneed down to look the younger girl in the face.

Sherry watching Chris and the others walk a little father down the dirt path until she broke the silence.

"I -um- don't know how to put this...." Sherry stalled, and glanced down to the ground.

With her left hand, she searched for something in her pocket. It looked like an old ratty piece of paper, with various cuts, and stains.

"What's that?" Claire examined it from where she was, then made a motion to move closer.

"Only the day before we came, some doctor gave me this. I think its talking about you, being your my only 'older friend.' Anyway, just before you look at it, promise me not to tell anyone. I'm not sure if its a joke or not, but I'm -well- worried." Sherry sighed, as she gave up the note.

Claire took it, and examined the words in black ink.

'Sherry,

Your older friend is in danger. If I were you, I'd advise her not to go anywhere alone. Same goes for you.'

The note was short, brief, and very mysterious. Claire reread it three times, before she made a move.

"Sherry, who did you get this note from? Who gave it to you?" Claire attempted to ask in a nice, calm voice, but was failing miserably.

Sherry glanced up at her friend, pleading in her eyes. "I don't know, I just got home, and it was there. They were there. "

Sherry tried to pull away from Claire's grasp on her hand, but failed in doing so, then said. "Blond women. I came home, and she was sitting at the coffee table drinking tea or something. She had a white lab coat, glasses, blue eyes, I think." Sherry finished.

Claire finally let go, and searched the woods for a moment.

Could it be Alexia

No she isn't here, Alexia is dead

Who was it? I've never heard anyone like that before.

Still, I better not worry her, catch up with the others.

Exactly, it said not to stay alone.

Dang, I'm thinking about that note again.

Claire had a strange war in her mind, but then gave a weak smile, and slipped it into her pocket.

"Come on Sher, lets just catch up with the others." Claire sounded far more cheerful then she was.

Sherry nodded, and they jogged a bit before they caught up with the group.

The cabin turned out to be a four roomed, cozy, small house. It was log, but still had all the modern day. There was a small living room, a rather large kitchen on the left. On the right there was a long, big, bright hallway, with five doors. Claire studied around the place, before giving a smile of acceptation.

" You must be Claire, you're brothers told me about you. I'm Barry." A man came up to her once they entered, he was rather tall, forcing her to look up.

"Er- yeah...." Claire didn't pay much attention to him, and tried to get around to Sherry.

Sherry took a seat by the window, and was blankly staring out the window into the forest. Jill called over Barry, so he'd stop getting in the way of Claire.

"Claire, do you want to come, we're going to give them a walking tour of the forest?" Jill asked grabbing some big black boots from a cupboard in the kitchen.

"No thanks, I'm fine." Claire shook her head, and glanced back toward Sherry.

Jill knew Claire had been through some horrifying experiences, but never had she declined in offer to be with her brother. Jill shot Chris a confused glance, but then just left. Claire sighed, as she remembered the note in her pocket.

"Hey Sherry, do you want to take a walk in the woods." Claire said simply.

Sherry jumped up quickly, with a warning stare.

"Claire! You can't go anywhere alone! They'll get you!" Sherry yelled rather loud, now that the others were gone.

Claire was speechless for a moment then decided to leave the subject. Although Sherry gave her an unforgettable warning glance, and sat down at the window again. How much did this matter to Sherry? Before code: Veronica X, Claire would have just disregarded that note, like nothing more then a joke. But something was holding her back. Something was tugging on her soul.

Maybe its real, maybe it might be Alexia, maybe it might be some other Umbrella freak just waiting to screw up my life. She thought, but was interrupted by a loud bang on the door.

Sherry, and Claire paused staring at the door. Not mistaken, Sherry had a major expression of fear in her eyes. Claire didn't move for a second listening to hear the noise again. Another bang, even louder this time came at the door. They weren't sure if the thing was knocking, or trying to break it open. Claire leaned back toward the cabinet, and searched for a gun. She only came up with a silver combat knife, but it would have to do.

"Don't open it." Sherry muttered, two seconds to late, as Claire gripped the handle, and slowly open the door.