The air around him smelled of rain and the wind was cold. Chris Redfield had just parked the car a mile south of his destination. He had just begun walking towards the grey warehouse. He decided he would try his luck around the back. He had to scale a fence in order to get into the main perimeters. He silently made his way past some inattentive guards but stopped suddenly at the mention of 'some prisoner'.
"Hahaha Yeah same chick from the breach two days ago" one guard said.
"So bitch was caught. Bet the sergeant was happy bout' that."
"Oh he was happy alright. Had her transferred to the laboratory up in Richmond."
Damn. Richmond? Why so far?
"Apparently sergeant had nothing to do with that. It was all that blonde guy's idea. What's his name? You know. Rhymes with wiskers."
"Ahhhhh…Wesker. That freak with the red eyes. I'd rather be in sergeant's hands than his."
Chris stopped listening. All he knew now was that Wesker was back and he had Claire. Torment filled his chest. He had to contact the group to make sure they get there in time before Wesker did anything to her. But first, he decided to finish Claire's endeavor that was cut short.
Only a few minutes had passed but the beating continued. Claire had decided to fight back on a few occasions but found her arm's condition wasn't making it easier. After he left, Rodgers had returned with a nurse to fix any major wounds Claire had obtained. Then, they simply left.
Claire had been sitting on the metallic table when suddenly alarms rung out through the room the hallway. Suddenly, the door busted open and Sergeant Rodgers was hauling Claire to her feet and out the door with his gun in hand. The alarms were loud and scientists were running around everywhere, along with soldiers. Another outbreak? Claire tried to take as much of it in as she possibly could, but really it was a bunch of white and metallic rooms with vials and syringes. Then as they neared an exit, she saw it. A licker was in one of the rooms tearing apart one of the guards that had reported to take care of the problem. She kept running but Rodgers had a tight grip on her arm. Out of nowhere, the licker sprung towards Claire, who immediately ducked, causing the creature to land on the sergeant. This was her chance. She grabbed his gun, now on the floor and ran for dear life.