Hey guys! I know, it has been forever since I made a new chapter. I was just going through my old documents, and found this. I never finished it, but after reading reviews, this story deserves an ending. I would say that it is about 1/3 done from what I have published here on FF, so expect lots of new things. I hope you guys enjoy it, hopefully my comedic scenarios just get better. So, just a quick recap, were taking off from when they are at training camp. Claire just shot Wesker with an arrow, Jill slept with Leon, and Alfred is in love with Wesker…and Chris is still stupid. I didn't try to make it all comedy, because I wanted some ClairexWesker and build up the storyline for the story. It may be a little slow, but will get better.

Clairefan82/Dominic

Claire hung out in the commons room. She wasn't angry, sad, or conflicted. She was just bored. Chris was obsessed with a family of raccoons he found, and was convinced that they were perfect for the S.T.A.R.S. mascot. Rebecca was all over Brad, but trying to be subtle, Jill and Leon were getting the nasty on, and Forrest was actually boring. Claire realized she would have had more fun staying home, considering it was shark week. The door opened, and Wesker walked it, still wearing his sunglasses.

"Did anyone ever tell you wearing sunglasses inside makes you look like a douche?" Claire asked.

"Did anyone ever tell you that you manage to dress like lesbian named Flo who coaches softball?" Wesker added.

"Ouch." Claire replied. She noticed his arm wasn't bandaged anymore, and he looked fine for a guy who just got electrocuted. He was holding a bag and revealed a bunch of cleaning supplies. "What's with the Lysol, cleaning up a murder scene?"

"If you haven't noticed, I'm very clean. I have a problem…with the messes."

"Really? Did something so awful happen in your childhood that you have OCD or something?" Claire sarcastically asked.

Wesker stayed silent.

"Oh crap. I'm sorry. Wow, I suck. I shot you in the arm, am partially responsible for the whole difibulator thing, and now I'm bringing up old memories."

"Claire, trust me, its fine. When I was seven, my parents took me and my brother to the carnival. I had such a good time. You know games, rides and cotton candy. Well, my brother decided he wanted go to the petting zoo. Everything was awesome and dandy until he decided to push me into the pile of cow manure. So, yeah I have a little problem."

"Wow…well after much awkwardness, I will be glad to help you Wesker. But you know that germs will always be around. You can't fight them forever."

"You're talking to the guy with a life time supply of hand sanitizer. Did you know how dirty the floors are? Or how the beds might have bed bugs? Or the fact that the desk your leaning on is covered in e-coli because I know for a fact that Chief Irons doesn't wash his hands after number 2."

Claire just twitched in disgust.

"Okay, where do I start?" Claire asked, quickly waving her hands in the air.

"You can start on the windows" Wesker smiled as he gave her some Windex. Claire quickly sprayed it over the windows, and even lightly on herself. This made Wesker laugh.

"You know, you're not so crazy after Mr. Albert Wesker."

"And you don't look like a lesbian named Flo."

"Yeah…By the way, do you still get hairballs?"

"That was one time!"

Rebecca quickly rushed into the commons room to Wesker and Claire. She was out of breath, and sweating. It looked like an emergency.

"You guys have to come quick! "Silent Intensity" is here!" Rebecca yelled.

"A mute group of prostitutes?" Claire asked.

"Worse! C'mon!" Wesker yelled.

The three ran and met up with everyone else. Across from the S.T.A.R.S group was another group. They all had matching uniforms. They were talking amongst themselves, laughing and staring.

"Who are they?" Claire asked

"They are the Police Department from that town, Silent Hill. They are also our competition or the Decathlon!" Brad exclaimed.

"Decatha-what?" Claire though.

"Jill, Chris, I need back up." Wesker said. The three of them walked up to the group.

"Well, well. Albert Wesker…what a surprise." A voice said from the group.

Claire saw a man, Harry Mason, with a blonde woman with no eyebrows, Claudia, and someone in a bunny costume, probably their mascot came up to them.

"Harry, you knew we were coming up here, it's on the Decathlon website, fucktard." Wesker snapped back.

"Well, way to ruin my moment. Why do you always do that? Anyways, it's good to see you. You look fit. Are you eating less or barfing more?" Harry asked.

"Barfing more" Chris replied, smiling stupid. Wesker shook his head, knowing Chris gave the enemy more ammunition.

"Well Harry, how's Cheryl? Did Child Services finally grant you visitation rights, or did you lose those too?

"We just came by to say good luck, and we hope to see you at the competition. Maybe you might get second place instead of third." The woman said.

"Yeah, well thank you. But I think you guys should head back now Claudia, unless you want your next period to come out your nose." Jill said.

"She's right. We should be getting back. I have an interview with Obama on how we can secure the streets of Silent Hill, possibly the world…I'll probably do it on my iPhone. C'mon guys." Harry said.

The group all climbed into their multiple ATV's and sped off. All Wesker could do was think about how doomed they were, and would loose again.

"You okay?" Jill asked.

" I hate Tuesdays." Wesker responded.

This chapter was not the best, and had some lame jokes, but it will get better. Please read and review!