A young woman stood watching the sunset, a slight breeze blowing a stray
hair in her face. She reached up and brushed it away, as she stood
thinking to herself. 'I hope Chris is OK.' Her brother Chris was
somewhere in New Zealand, hiding out from Umbrella, a 'pharmaceutical
company' that actually manufactured Bio Organic Weapons. It had been
harrying Claire and Chris ever since they had discovered what the company
was really doing. Claire was hiding out in the Australian outback, where
it was almost impossible to be found.
'Damn them, I really miss Chris … and those bastards, they killed Steve! And what happened to Sherry?' She hadn't seen Sherry since she left her with Leon outside of Racoon City. Leon was surposed to be finding clues about Sherry's whereabouts. 'I just hope she's OK, wherever she is.' Claire turned and walked inside the small hut she had rented for the night. She was in the last town she would come to before she set out into the wilderness, and previously today she had stocked up on supplies to last her for at least two weeks. Instead of her motorbike she had a jeep, which she would sleep and live inside of.
The deep red glow of the hazy evening sun fell gently through the open doorway of her hut as Claire lay down to rest. The rustle of gum leaves could be heard from nearby trees as native animals scrounged up food from their branches. It was nice to know the sounds came from harmless creatures for once. Thoughts of her brother, Sherry and her lost comrades filled her mind as she drifted off to sleep. That night she did not sleep well, and tossed violently as in her dreams she reanimated Steve's death.
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When Claire awoke, the sun was already well into the sky. She quickly got up and donned her new jacket with the words "let me live" printed on the back. She devoured several all-day breakfast bars, then chucked her sleeping bag and 'happy baby' pillow (A/N: Rachel!) in the back of her jeep. She hopped in the cab and turned the radio on loudly as she set off into the outback. The road ahead was open and bright. Scattered trees and shrubs formed spots across the barren brown terrain.
Nearing midday, it became too hot to wear her jacket, so she pulled it off and tossed it onto the passenger seat. She had the radio turned up loud and the air conditioning on full blast. 'God it's hot here, but at night it's bloody freezing. I just had to choose to hide out here, didn't I! Oh well.' She covered a lot of distance that day.
When the sun started to set, she decided that it was time to stop. For most of the afternoon she had been travelling through a narrow, and not very deep, gorge. She didn't notice the billowing monsoon clouds looming in the distance (A/N: hahahaha, looming, loomis, get it? oh never mind). As she slept the torrents of rain gushed down in the mountains nearby, and unknown to Claire, the water would soon flood the gorge she was sheltering in.
'Damn them, I really miss Chris … and those bastards, they killed Steve! And what happened to Sherry?' She hadn't seen Sherry since she left her with Leon outside of Racoon City. Leon was surposed to be finding clues about Sherry's whereabouts. 'I just hope she's OK, wherever she is.' Claire turned and walked inside the small hut she had rented for the night. She was in the last town she would come to before she set out into the wilderness, and previously today she had stocked up on supplies to last her for at least two weeks. Instead of her motorbike she had a jeep, which she would sleep and live inside of.
The deep red glow of the hazy evening sun fell gently through the open doorway of her hut as Claire lay down to rest. The rustle of gum leaves could be heard from nearby trees as native animals scrounged up food from their branches. It was nice to know the sounds came from harmless creatures for once. Thoughts of her brother, Sherry and her lost comrades filled her mind as she drifted off to sleep. That night she did not sleep well, and tossed violently as in her dreams she reanimated Steve's death.
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When Claire awoke, the sun was already well into the sky. She quickly got up and donned her new jacket with the words "let me live" printed on the back. She devoured several all-day breakfast bars, then chucked her sleeping bag and 'happy baby' pillow (A/N: Rachel!) in the back of her jeep. She hopped in the cab and turned the radio on loudly as she set off into the outback. The road ahead was open and bright. Scattered trees and shrubs formed spots across the barren brown terrain.
Nearing midday, it became too hot to wear her jacket, so she pulled it off and tossed it onto the passenger seat. She had the radio turned up loud and the air conditioning on full blast. 'God it's hot here, but at night it's bloody freezing. I just had to choose to hide out here, didn't I! Oh well.' She covered a lot of distance that day.
When the sun started to set, she decided that it was time to stop. For most of the afternoon she had been travelling through a narrow, and not very deep, gorge. She didn't notice the billowing monsoon clouds looming in the distance (A/N: hahahaha, looming, loomis, get it? oh never mind). As she slept the torrents of rain gushed down in the mountains nearby, and unknown to Claire, the water would soon flood the gorge she was sheltering in.