Yes, I'm spoiling you all... updating for you so quickly. All I asked for was some awesome reviews to pad my ego and that's what I got, so as a reward you get more story to read.

Alice's POV

I let Claire fall asleep in my arms again last night. She seems to rest easier that way and I'll admit to it: I rest easier too. I had no idea what I was missing until I found her again.

At dawn, I pull myself away from her. Where I landed, there's a small, private airport just a stone's throw from the highway. I didn't land there because the runway was littered with debris. Briefly, I consider going to check for fuel, but I can't leave the redhead here by herself.

While she gets a few extra minutes of sleep, I gather up the few supplies that were set out for the night. I stow away a blanket, take down the perimeter, and put it all back in the plane. The only things I don't put away are my weapons.

When she wakes, a startled sound leaves her and for a panicked second, looks around expecting me to have left her. I watch her settle when she catches sight of me. Honestly, I can't help but feel some sort of satisfaction that she needs me again.

God knows I need her.

"It's okay, I was just packing everything up." She seems to settle down even more with my reassurance. "We need to go over to that airport and check for some fuel."

I walk over and help her up. She spoke a little bit yesterday, but hasn't said another word since. I can handle the silence, just so long as she's there.

Together we head to the small airport. All I can hope is that some fuel is left – honestly, fuel for aircraft is actually much easier to find than gas for regular vehicles. After the world ended, not many people took to flying. That's just better for us.

I'm incredibly cautious as we go, senses on high alert. Wesker injected me with a serum to neutralize the T-virus in my body, but I don't think it worked exactly the way he expected. My powers are seriously lacking, but they're still there – a slowly fading echo to what once was. It puts me in physical pain to use them, probably because the serum and the virus are fighting it out when I use the powers. I have to give it to Umbrella, they made a very resilient weapon – one that apparently they can't even stop.

I have a gun drawn, doing a visual sweep before we move ahead. The area is pretty open, that's my only consolation – besides the redhead just steps behind me. Briefly, I glance back to her, but then my attention snaps forward again. Something's moving ahead of us.

I ease around the corner one of the small outbuildings and spot the source of the sound: a pair of infected. I fall back a bit, and push Claire back as well – I was probably a little rougher than I should have been, but I can't risk her. With two quick pulls of the trigger, the threat is dispatched. We move on toward the fuel pumps and with a bit of coaxing, I find there's more than just rust to them.

"I'll have to fill up the extra cans." I still tell Claire what I plan, even though she has yet to show a shred of interest in it.

The next few hours pass in silence. I work on refueling the plane and filling up the extra fuel cans. Claire sits by patiently and I find myself just staring at her more and more often. It's still hard to believe I found her. I have no idea what happened while I was away from her, but I'm incredibly relieved to have her back.

Eventually, I get everything in order so we can leave. I walk over and help her up from where she'd been sitting. "Come on, we've still got a way to Los Angeles." As soon as I get her settled in the plane, then myself, we're off.

I'm used to flying in silence by now. Our little conversation before must have been some sort of fluke. Though I try to focus on the sky and where we're going, it's getting hard. I remember everything we had; now she's so close, but so far away from me.

I watched her all day. Just like I thought, she was sore. Her movements were carefully measured and I could see that she was still tired. I gave her some pretty rough treatment the night before, but she voiced her approval through it all.

Tonight, I'm going to have her again. She's going to be extra sensitive, and that is exactly how I want it.

After the sun sets, I head to the Hummer. K-mart finally got the hint that the vehicle wasn't a good place for her to sleep at night. That works out perfectly.

When I slip into the Hummer, Claire is lounging in the back seat, propped up by the opposite door. I can see the surprise clearly etched on her features. She didn't think I was coming to see her tonight. "Alice," her voice is quiet.

Without a word, I lean in and capture her lips with my own. She might be tired, but she returns the kiss. Honestly, I can't blame her for a sluggish reply. I expected her to already be asleep by the time I came by to see her.

After a few moments, my lips wander away from hers. I work my way down her jaw line and neck while my hands start dragging up the fabric of her shirt. Once it's up far enough, I make a quick jump passed the bunched material and my lips find her stomach.

Now my hands slip down and start undoing her pants. Despite being tired, I can hear her heart starting to beat faster, she's getting excited – as well she should be. My lips are still skirting across the firm flesh of her stomach while I work her pants off.

She doesn't know what I'm planning to do, but she'll figure it out soon enough. I let my hands slide over her thighs teasingly and pull the faintest of sounds out of her. She looks down at me as my lips continue to wander lower and I see realization spark in her eyes.

I shift my position and I let my attention work down between her legs. The first touch draws a long, low, luxurious moan out of her – and it sends a spine tingling chill through me. This is the last thing she expected from me and that's probably exactly why I'm doing it.

I've never gone down on her before and she's trying not to buck back against me for fear I'll stop. She really doesn't have to worry because I'm not going to stop until she's cascading back down from her high.

Her moaning is getting louder with each passing second. The louder she gets, the quicker my ministrations become. If her vocals can be considered any indication – and I'm pretty damn sure they can be – then coming back while she was still so sensitive was a very good idea.

Soon, she's crying out my name as she gets into a head on collision with oblivion and ecstasy. I blew her mind again – this time, it might have been intense enough to temporarily short out a few circuits.

I'm drawn from my reverie as we crest a hill and Los Angeles sprawls out beneath the plane. I can hear Claire shift behind me, probably angling for a better look.

The destruction is on a massive scale. I expected everything to be gone, but the billowing smoke and carnage below still takes me by surprise. Strangely, I don't see any signs of the undead. With such a population as there was, I expected to see thousands – maybe millions – of them.

I switch on the camera to make another video log. There's apparently nothing here, no life, no infected… the fires are still burning, who knows how long they've been going.

Something catches my eye off to our left. Well, at least I know where the undead went. There's tens of thousands of them gathered around a prison. I swing the plane around to fly by and see there are people alive in the prison – no wonder the undead have gathered.

Though the thought of being around other people isn't as thrilling – I really don't want anyone else around Claire – there's a chance I can help them.

In another life, I probably wouldn't be doing something so dangerous and slightly crazy. The end of the world has made dangerous a necessity of life. In fact, the end of the world has had a funny way of making necessities out of things I never thought I'd need.

So the question about Alice's powers has been answered. If you read the Afterlife screenplay, then you'll see I took the state of her powers straight from it. Why didn't they make it more clear in the movie? Probably because Paul wanted us to do mental gymnastics trying to figure it out. I was quite happy to be proven right though, Alice completely losing her powers never flew right with me.

Now you're going to review, right? Because you really should. The next chapter will be the last, but you all better be getting seriously excited. With this one, I've definitely saved the best for last and all your questions about Claire will be answered with the next chapter. If that's not inspiration to review, I don't know what is.