Claire Redfield was alone. Sure, she had friends. If you can count those you rely on in traumatic times as friends. There was Leon, who she survived the Raccoon outbreak with. Now he was a government agent, always busy, always away. For a while Claire thought maybe they had more than just a platonic connection, but Leon was still hung up on Ada, the girl he met in Raccoon while Claire was trying to protect Sherry. (Lot of good that did, Sherry might as well be dead now. Last Claire knew the government had taken her and were doing God knows what to her). So, Claire guessed Leon was a friend, but it wasn't the traditional sense of the word.
Then there was Chris. Chris that was her older-by-7-years brother. Chris that left without word numerous times. Chris that Claire went to Antarctica to save but only got scolded. Chris that resented Claire for being a part of his life, Chris that was forced to raise her after their parents died. Yeah, she guessed she could consider Chris a friend. After all, they were all the other had. Did she ever have Chris, though? It seemed she was the one always worrying about him while he kept her in the dark about things that were going on.
Then there was Jill. Claire supposed she was the closest thing she had to a REAL friend, although they only ever knew each other through Chris. Jill was the supportive one in Claire's life. The only one that called and checked up on her. The only one that ever seemed to want to hang out just to hang out. Jill was always busy with Chris, however, so girls days weren't as common as they used to be. Chris was her partner after all.
Still, Claire wasn't resentful of the people she called her friends. It wasn't their fault she had just been 18 when Raccoon happened. It wasn't their fault she had to drop out of college to run from a company she had nothing to do with for a few years. It wasn't their fault they were all already established adults with government jobs and Claire had only been going to visit Raccoon because, like always, Chris hadn't contacted her and told her to stay away. Now, Claire had a job at Terrasave, and while it was boring most of the time, she felt she was making a difference her way. The safe way. The way no one was in danger or had to get hurt. Chris spent his time with a vendetta against his old captain. Revenge and violence were Chris' way. Kindness and empathy were Claire's. Claire wasn't as naïve as she used to be, however. She always had a gun in her purse, a knife strapped to her leg. When she got home she had a gun in every room of the house. That was the only reason why she wasn't absolutely terrified when she got home to find Albert Wesker sitting in her recliner, turned towards the door when she got home from work that particular evening. "Hello, Miss Redfield, it's been quite a long time."