Thanks everyone who reviewed (which was only 2 people, lol). Claire
Burnside267: well the company is HCF, but no, it's not Steve. AMYANGEL:
nope, not Leon either. I guess you'll just have to read this chapter if
you want to find out who it is *wink wink, nudge nudge*
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Claire awoke feeling warm and dry. She opened her eyes, but immediately shut them because of the bright light that momentarily blinded her. Claire vaguely remembered a flood, and holding desperately onto the roof of her jeep. 'Must have been a nightmare, though it seemed pretty real' she thought. She opened her eyes for a second time, but kept them open until she got used to the light. What she then saw surprised her.
She was in a tent! She saw the door flap and crawled outside through it. She stood up and examined her surroundings. She could see where a campfire had been, but it was obviously put out by the rain last night. 'I guess it really did happen after all.' The campsite was on the top of a cliff, and looking down she guessed that it was the same gorge she had been travelling along yesterday. 'No sign of my jeep, or my stuff.' She sighed, then started to wonder who had actually saved her. She looked around but there was no one in sight. 'I guess I'll just have to wait till whoever it is gets back.' And with that she sat down on a flat, reasonably comfortable rock to wait.
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At that time, the man was going through the wreckage of Claire's jeep, to find anything that she might need and was still in useable condition. He found some clothes, including her jacket (which could easily be dried), some food sealed in foil (though the boxes they were in were rather soggy), and some other odds and ends. He picked up the stuff and headed back to the camp. 'I wonder if she's awake yet?' he thought. (A/N: I wonder if he looked at her underwear? What? Why are you looking at me like that? It was just an innocent question! *Scowls at reader*)
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Claire was watching a hawk circle lazily in the sky, held aloft by the strong thermal currents that eminated from the rocky ground below. Her stomach rumbled (she hasn't eaten since last night) but she didn't know where the food was kept, and she really didn't want to go looking through the persons things, so she continued waiting.
Claire heard footsteps approaching behind her and stood up, spinning around to face the man at the same time. She could see that it was a man, taller than she was and wearing black clothes with HCF printed on the stomach, but she couldn't see his face, due to the fact that all of Claire's stuff was being held in front of it. The man then spoke "Greetings Claire" and dropped her stuff in a pile on the ground. Claire then gasped and took a step back, because standing infront of her was… Albert Wesker
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So, did that surprise you? Review please :)
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Claire awoke feeling warm and dry. She opened her eyes, but immediately shut them because of the bright light that momentarily blinded her. Claire vaguely remembered a flood, and holding desperately onto the roof of her jeep. 'Must have been a nightmare, though it seemed pretty real' she thought. She opened her eyes for a second time, but kept them open until she got used to the light. What she then saw surprised her.
She was in a tent! She saw the door flap and crawled outside through it. She stood up and examined her surroundings. She could see where a campfire had been, but it was obviously put out by the rain last night. 'I guess it really did happen after all.' The campsite was on the top of a cliff, and looking down she guessed that it was the same gorge she had been travelling along yesterday. 'No sign of my jeep, or my stuff.' She sighed, then started to wonder who had actually saved her. She looked around but there was no one in sight. 'I guess I'll just have to wait till whoever it is gets back.' And with that she sat down on a flat, reasonably comfortable rock to wait.
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At that time, the man was going through the wreckage of Claire's jeep, to find anything that she might need and was still in useable condition. He found some clothes, including her jacket (which could easily be dried), some food sealed in foil (though the boxes they were in were rather soggy), and some other odds and ends. He picked up the stuff and headed back to the camp. 'I wonder if she's awake yet?' he thought. (A/N: I wonder if he looked at her underwear? What? Why are you looking at me like that? It was just an innocent question! *Scowls at reader*)
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Claire was watching a hawk circle lazily in the sky, held aloft by the strong thermal currents that eminated from the rocky ground below. Her stomach rumbled (she hasn't eaten since last night) but she didn't know where the food was kept, and she really didn't want to go looking through the persons things, so she continued waiting.
Claire heard footsteps approaching behind her and stood up, spinning around to face the man at the same time. She could see that it was a man, taller than she was and wearing black clothes with HCF printed on the stomach, but she couldn't see his face, due to the fact that all of Claire's stuff was being held in front of it. The man then spoke "Greetings Claire" and dropped her stuff in a pile on the ground. Claire then gasped and took a step back, because standing infront of her was… Albert Wesker
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So, did that surprise you? Review please :)