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Chapter 3
Chris didn't like the idea of splitting up. Mainly he didn't like being away from his sister, Claire, but it couldn't be helped. Umbrella had files on all of them, and it made it harder for them to track them down if they were in groups. Claire had insisted on being by herself, she 'could handle it,' as she so quaintly put it.
"What are you thinking about Chris?" Jill asked, bringing him back to reality.
"Hmm, me? Nothing…" He trailed off.
"Don't give me that," Jill said, giving him a warm smile, "you haven't blinked in over 4 minutes."
Chris laughed, "and people think I'm obsessive…"
"Shut up," she said, playfully punching him on the arm. "What were you thinking about?"
"Claire…" He trailed off.
"I'm sure she's fine, she's a strong girl." Jill smiled, "after all, she is related to you."
Chris laughed, "I guess that's true." He and Jill were in the small apartment, and that's how it had been since the group decided to split up. Jill and Chris were in a small town in Arizona, they were right near a city that Umbrella basically controlled. Barry, Rebecca and Carlos were in North Dakota, also in a town that was near a city controlled by Umbrella. Leon and Claire were alone though. That's the part that he didn't like. He wanted Leon to be with Claire, he trusted the young cop, and he knew he would look after her. But he can't do much good in another state… His mind started wondering again. Leon was stationed in Washington, and Claire was in Maine.
Jill rolled over on the bed that they were sitting on. "Quit worrying so much, it's not good for you." Chris could tell Jill was trying to help.
"I know I know…" Chris said. "But I can't help it, I haven't heard from her in weeks."
Jill reached out and grabbed his hand. "She's fine; you don't need to worry about her." She smiled, "everything must be going good, and that's probably why you haven't heard from her."
"I guess your right," Chris said smiling.
"You're damn right I'm right." Jill said, letting out a small laugh.
Leon had been standing there, staring at Claire's lifeless body for ten minutes. She was pale and wore a blank expression on her face, not like the Claire he was used to. Her hair was frayed out of her ponytail; Leon had only seen it down once, and it was just as he'd remembered it. Leon was holding his Desert Eagle in his right hand, and his knuckles were white from him gripping it. No. His mind hissed. This can't be happening. That's when he heard it.
"Ungh."
Another fucking zombie. The moan came from the right, from behind the desk in the back of the room. Leon didn't even look. He couldn't take his eyes away from Claire. When the zombie came closer Leon fully extended his right arm and stuck the gun in its mouth, still not taking his eyes off Claire. The zombie couldn't get any closer to him, the gun was stopping it. Leon wore an expression of pure hatred. Hatred for Umbrella. Hatred for himself for not being there sooner. But most of all, hatred for the bastard who killed Claire. Without taking his eyes off her dead body, he pulled the trigger. He had emptied the entire clip before he realized he was screaming and covered in blood. Leon finally tore his eyes away from Claire to look at what was left of the zombie. Its head was gone, and there were two gaping holes in its chest that he could see though. Blood was splattered on the wall and floor, as well as brain matter. It was also all along his right side, in his hair, on his clothes and equipment. It didn't matter though; all that mattered was getting the son of a bitch that killed Claire.
It wasn't a zombie, that's for sure. There's no bite marks on her. Her throat was slashed. It was murder. And I'll kill him. Leon ejected the clip, and slammed another one in. He turned around and headed for the door without looking back. That's when he knew that Chris and the others weren't here. There was no way in hell Chris would have let that happen to Claire. No way.
Through the back door was another dull room. Gray walls, gray floor, gray everything. He didn't have time to look at the room though, there were four zombies closing in; two in the rear of the room, and two in the front. Leon didn't have time for this bullshit; he ejected the clip to his Desert Eagle and holstered it. He needed to vent some anger, and these things would work nicely. He wrapped a fist around the clip, and smirked to himself. It would save on ammo, that's for sure…
Leon had found her body, and he was as angry, more than Woodrow could have hoped. It would be fun to mess with the young rookie, he would enjoy it thoroughly. He had already sent the e-mail to Chris, telling him that 'Claire is in danger'. He would then round up Barry Burton, Rebecca Chambers and Carlos Oliveira and fly to London to rescue her. Leon would probably be dead by then, or at least turned into one of his many experiments.
Woodrow typed a few keys and checked some of the other surface cameras. He saw a lone Umbrella agent in the containment-C hallway. An Umbrella team had come a day or so before Claire arrived, 6 men in all. One of them remained. Umbrella had probably come because someone found out about his plan, and told them about it. Umbrella was impatient. But he would soon have everything he needed for Umbrella; they didn't have to wait much longer.
Time to check up on our little friend… He tapped a few more keys and brought up the screen for the conference room. Leon was bashing a zombie in the head with his fist. He could tell by the way the zombie's hair was cut that it was John, or what was left of him. Leon punched John, and his head nearly came off. Bits of brain matter and blood streamed down his body. Leon must be really angry, he doesn't seem to care that he's covered in blood. Woodrow smiled to himself, it will definitely be fun to play with his mind. He turned to Claire's dead body lying on the operating table and grabbed a scalpel from the instrument tray and smiled again. And it will definitely be fun to see how he fares against my new creations…
Woodrow turned around and tapped a few keys to check on the rest of the surface cams before he got to work. Of course no one would find their way into the labs, but he still wanted to check and make sure there weren't going to be any surprises. When he saw a kid with blond hair his mouth dropped open. Jay! He'd told his son to stay in the lower living blocks until it was time to leave. Oh well, he sighed to himself, serves him right; if he meets one of my creations it'll be too late to go back. He'll just end up like his mother. He smiled evilly, Sara ended up in the sub-basement after they had had a fight. It wasn't his fault she met up with the Insect Lickers. He laughed silently to himself and turned the monitor off, not bothered by his son's inevitable death.
Woodrow turned to Claire lifeless body and smiled. She was a beautiful woman; even more so in death. His smile grew bigger; maybe we can have a little fun before I get to work…