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Claire woke up in a dark, damp place. It smelled like death and blood. 'What went on down here?' she thought. Something growled in the distance. Her nerves froze. It growled again. Apparently it could smell human flesh. The Colt Python in her hand fell to the floor, making a cracking sound. 'Oh shit. I'm gonna die.' she thought. One giant foot stepped forward, making the ground shake. In the shadows, there was a huge monster waiting for her. To kill her.
Chris felt the guilt build up inside his heart. He blamed himself for anything bad the happened to Claire. She was all he had left. All he could do was pray that she was safe. "We have to find her." he heard Leon say. "I know. But we have to work out a plan first. Chris how do you feel?" Barry asked. "Better. Where did you get that F-aid?" Chris asked. "Out of my bag. Back on subject. I think we can take the elevator to the lower levels, and find her there." Barry responded. Chris kept his heal level and wished that Claire was there with him.
Wesker was now watching Barry, Leon and... Chris figure out a plan to get the girl back. 'I thought I killed him...' he thought surprised. He did kill him. He watch him wither in his out pool of blood before he left. Feeling anger rise in him, he left and went toward the elevator. He could stop them from getting Claire... even if it was the last thing he ever did.
Leon was about to go crazy. He didn't want to work out a plan, he just wanted to get to Claire. 'Why couldn't I tell her?' he asked himself over and over. "You up for it?" he heard Chris ask. "Yeah. Let's do it." he said raising his fist. He was ready... ready to get Claire back and tell her the truth. In the mean time, he would have to talk to Chris about it. "Chris, can I talk to you alone later?" he asked him. "Yeah sure." Chris responded smiling. 'Now... what do I tell him?' he asked himself. He wasn't going to get anything out of Chris this way. He pondered him words for a while. He finally figured that he would just tell him the truth. Hopefully, he would accept it.
Barry watched Chris stare off into space. "Chris, you okay?" he finally asked. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just worried about Claire that all." Chris said eventually. 'There's something else.' Barry thought, but shrugged inwardly and took it out of his mind. Hoping that Chris was telling the truth, he said, "Chris, tell me if you need any help okay." Chris just nodded. "Can we get going now?" Leon asked impatiently. "Patience is a virtue that apparently you don't have my friend." Barry said. "Don't listen to him. Yeah I think it would be best if we did leave now." Chris said. Barry sighed and stood up. "Let's go." he said.
Claire's body was trembling. That thing was coming closer. Two more giant steps and it would be on her. She had to run. Her nerves keeping her still, but her mind telling her to get the hell out of there. Her body finally gave her the signal to run. She saw one red, gleaming eye before everything around her was a blur. Grey and black flashes of her surroundings went by untouched. 'A door. Oh please let it be unlocked.' she thought. Before she ran, she quickly scooped up the Colt and cocked it while running. The door was getting closer. If it was locked, she was in the situation where she was up the creek without a paddle. She ran into it, her hands fumbling with the doorknob before she realized what she'd hit. "Damn.... I'm screwed. Thanks a lot." she said leaning against the door. She aimed the gun up at the thing's head and shot. It wasn't going to do anything. She was going to die right here, right now. 'Big brother... Leon... and of course you Barry, I'm sorry.' she thought. The thing had ripped the wall like a knife through butter. She didn't want to imagine what it could do to her. One more giant step and it was right in front of her. She closed her eyes as it raised on massive hand, covered with claws about six feet long.
William was watching the whole scene on the small TV's of the main control room. He was happy with his success's today. He was getting rid of the girl. He laughed at his improvement. He needed a raise. That's why he was doing all of this. Just for a raise. He was going to get that raise even if he had to do it himself.
Claire woke up in a dark, damp place. It smelled like death and blood. 'What went on down here?' she thought. Something growled in the distance. Her nerves froze. It growled again. Apparently it could smell human flesh. The Colt Python in her hand fell to the floor, making a cracking sound. 'Oh shit. I'm gonna die.' she thought. One giant foot stepped forward, making the ground shake. In the shadows, there was a huge monster waiting for her. To kill her.
Chris felt the guilt build up inside his heart. He blamed himself for anything bad the happened to Claire. She was all he had left. All he could do was pray that she was safe. "We have to find her." he heard Leon say. "I know. But we have to work out a plan first. Chris how do you feel?" Barry asked. "Better. Where did you get that F-aid?" Chris asked. "Out of my bag. Back on subject. I think we can take the elevator to the lower levels, and find her there." Barry responded. Chris kept his heal level and wished that Claire was there with him.
Wesker was now watching Barry, Leon and... Chris figure out a plan to get the girl back. 'I thought I killed him...' he thought surprised. He did kill him. He watch him wither in his out pool of blood before he left. Feeling anger rise in him, he left and went toward the elevator. He could stop them from getting Claire... even if it was the last thing he ever did.
Leon was about to go crazy. He didn't want to work out a plan, he just wanted to get to Claire. 'Why couldn't I tell her?' he asked himself over and over. "You up for it?" he heard Chris ask. "Yeah. Let's do it." he said raising his fist. He was ready... ready to get Claire back and tell her the truth. In the mean time, he would have to talk to Chris about it. "Chris, can I talk to you alone later?" he asked him. "Yeah sure." Chris responded smiling. 'Now... what do I tell him?' he asked himself. He wasn't going to get anything out of Chris this way. He pondered him words for a while. He finally figured that he would just tell him the truth. Hopefully, he would accept it.
Barry watched Chris stare off into space. "Chris, you okay?" he finally asked. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just worried about Claire that all." Chris said eventually. 'There's something else.' Barry thought, but shrugged inwardly and took it out of his mind. Hoping that Chris was telling the truth, he said, "Chris, tell me if you need any help okay." Chris just nodded. "Can we get going now?" Leon asked impatiently. "Patience is a virtue that apparently you don't have my friend." Barry said. "Don't listen to him. Yeah I think it would be best if we did leave now." Chris said. Barry sighed and stood up. "Let's go." he said.
Claire's body was trembling. That thing was coming closer. Two more giant steps and it would be on her. She had to run. Her nerves keeping her still, but her mind telling her to get the hell out of there. Her body finally gave her the signal to run. She saw one red, gleaming eye before everything around her was a blur. Grey and black flashes of her surroundings went by untouched. 'A door. Oh please let it be unlocked.' she thought. Before she ran, she quickly scooped up the Colt and cocked it while running. The door was getting closer. If it was locked, she was in the situation where she was up the creek without a paddle. She ran into it, her hands fumbling with the doorknob before she realized what she'd hit. "Damn.... I'm screwed. Thanks a lot." she said leaning against the door. She aimed the gun up at the thing's head and shot. It wasn't going to do anything. She was going to die right here, right now. 'Big brother... Leon... and of course you Barry, I'm sorry.' she thought. The thing had ripped the wall like a knife through butter. She didn't want to imagine what it could do to her. One more giant step and it was right in front of her. She closed her eyes as it raised on massive hand, covered with claws about six feet long.
William was watching the whole scene on the small TV's of the main control room. He was happy with his success's today. He was getting rid of the girl. He laughed at his improvement. He needed a raise. That's why he was doing all of this. Just for a raise. He was going to get that raise even if he had to do it himself.