So many people, all dead; though some of them didn't stay that way. They got back up, covered in blood, with an unbearable stench and a hunger for flesh. Claire had fought off these monsters. With the help of a rookie cop, Leon Scott Kennedy, she had escaped this nightmare. They had helped each other, became partners and fled the city; all while saving a girl by the name of Sherry Birkin. In the end, the city was destroyed, leaving nothing but painful memories and a nuked city.

"That's about the jist of it." Claire poked at the food Piers had so generously paid for. She couldn't help but to stare off into space.

"You ok?" He waved his hand in front of her eyes. She snapped back to attention.

"Yea. I get sort of depressed thinking about the past. I knew a lot of good people there. Some of them I had to shoot." She took a collective breath, then let it out. "Anything else you want to know?"

"Actually, yes." He had so many questions already lined up, but didn't know which ones to ask first. Right as he opened his mouth, a bell sounded, dismissing everyone back to their previous activities.

"Come on. We can talk more about it later, and you can ask me as much as your heart desires." She winked at him from across the table. He didn't know how to take her response. He was still confused as they both got up and started making their way to the training ground.

"Are you sure you can handle it?" Piers asked her, sympathetically. Claire stopped dead in her tracks, her face a little red with frustration.

"Let's go ahead and get one thing straight. I'm not weak. I don't need you to worry about me, and I certainly don't need you to go easy on me. I've been through hell and back, multiple times. I can handle a lot, trust me." They froze there, locked in a stare down. Piers was the first to break.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you." He looked down, trying to hide his embarrassment. Claire laid her hand on his shoulder.

"It's alright. Don't take it personally. I just don't like being underestimated."

Man, did he ever underestimate her. She had pretty much kicked his ass at everything. Her aim was almost as good, if not slightly better than his. She had obviously been well trained in close combat; Piers had the bruises to prove. What had surprised him the most, was how up-to-date her information on B.O.W.'s was.

"How do you know all this? I thought you'd be out of the loop, considering you a civilian now and all."

"TerraSave provides me with all the information I need. It's some of the perks of being a very well trusted employee." She beamed pridefully.

"You work for TerraSave?" Piers was quite shocked at this news. "It seems like such a waste of your talents if you ask me."

"I decided to trade in my gun for a desk job. I'll admit, I miss it from time to time, but I don't regret it. I wanted a regular life. As for the waste of my talents, let's agree to disagree." Claire was stuck with a smug look on her face.

"Ok, so now that I know how you keep on top of things, where did you learn to fight like that?" She looked away sheepishly.

"Believe it or now, my brother taught me everything I know. He's the reason I survived, but then again, he's the reason I went to Raccoon in the first place." She was weighing out the positives and negatives of her brother's existence, when Piers chimed back in.

"How good is the Captain exactly?" He knew Chris was highly praised among, well, just about everyone. Every military personnel in a high ranking position respected him.

"Well, he was a member of the elite S.T.A.R.S unit, so you could say he had a lot of on the job training. He was in with the best of the best."

It was just surprise after surprise for Piers at this point. Learn to expect the unexpected. "I don't know.. What if I'm not up for this? What if I let the Captain down?"

"Don't second guess yourself. He chose you out of everyone else. You impressed him, which frankly, isn't the easiest thing to do. You'll get the hang of things. It just takes some time." She looked him straight in the eyes. He was held there, studying her facial features. Her eyes, her cheeks, and mostly her lips. She seemed to be doing the same to him. Chris walked over to them, assessed the situation, and let out a slight laugh.

"You guys, we have work to do. You can gaze into each others eyes on your own time." He placed his hand between their faces, blocking out their line of sight to each other. They both took a step back, blinking away their confusion. Chris grabbed Piers and smirked at Claire. "I've got to take him with me for now. Your work here is done for today." He stuck his tongue out at her.

She rolled her eyes at him. "Fine, I'll leave then." She suddenly shifted her attention to Piers. "Remember, you owe me a date." Chris raised an eyebrow.

"Sure. Name the time and the place and I'll be there." They all exchanged goodbyes, and parted ways.

Chris whispered to Piers. "So, what exactly do you two have planned?" Piers bit his lip.

"I'd tell you, but then I'd have to kill you." He smiled at him, in almost a menacing way. Chris looked at him and pouted.

"Fine then, don't tell me."