Claire's POVI woke up to a ruckus, my body in a sitting position as if on instinct. The sound fame from the direction of the kitchen, dishes being broken among other things.
Something tells me I was not really asleep to begin with. The fact that I could hear that while asleep proved this.
I tossed the covers aside, getting out of bed as quiet as possible. Whatever was in that kitchen was what I intended to find out.
I looked around ,wondering if I was the only one who heard anything. Indeed I was.
What surprised me was the fact that I was the only one up, even the snake (Wesker) was deep in the land of slumber. Wesker never sleeps.
In fact...in fact sleep and Wesker being in the same sentence was a great sin.
I removed my gun, slow steps taken to the source of the sound. Only a fool would choose this apartment to break into.
The fact that a man who wore sunglasses even at night resided here should be even more scary than the apartment having a watch dog. Wesker was the apartment's watch dog but if you asked me he was doing a lousy job.
I looked around the kitchen, my gun still raised as my heals clicked the floor. Let's just hope we only had one visitor.
Blood, on the kitchen floor and if you didn't look careful enough one would mistake that blood for gas. Black and oily at its richest.
This made me sick.
Then it came, a zombie tackling me to the floor in its very own blood as it tried to have a bite at me. I shot it in the head, tossing the corpse aside.
There was no point in waiting around with these things.
I was beginning to think that wherever I went zombies became my paparazzi. I seem to find them more than the others did.
Speaking of the others, I really needed to...
Another zombie came at me, the gun leaving my hand and sliding out of my hand and more over out of reach. I groaned, my stomach pressed to the cold floor.
So much for wearing a tube top and shorts! If I knew I had visitors I honestly would have dresses more appropriately.
I groaned, trying to protect my flesh the best way I could. When a shot sounded I froze, my eyes coming in contact with black stilettos.
A hand was reached towards me, me taking that hand only to be pulled from the floor.
"Thank you...I would have been a Claire sandwich minutes ago" I told her, taking the backpack she handed to me.
Ada looked around, me grabbing my gun as I looked around, various corpse on the floor. Whatever we ran from seemed to be what we always ran into.
"Where are the others?" I asked Ada who reload her gun.
"Fighting our bedroom visitors" she stated as low growls of hunger sounded, Ada and I going back to back as we fired like our lives depended on it.
Truthfully our lives really depended on it. Our entire apartment was infested with these things.
"What the hell? There is even more of 'em down here!" Came Jill's voice, additional gun power being added to take out a few zombies.
Ada and I reloaded, Ada being the one to speak while she did so.
"How nice for you guys to join us, let's kill things things once and for all..." Ada stated as she emptied copper without care.
"Actually, I say we get the hell out of here!" I hissed as we started clearing our path rather than focusing on the death of the undead.
Wesker practically tore the door down with his bare hands, any creature that stood in his way being killed the very same way.
We were now in the hall way, the apartment complex no longer identical to the way we had saw it. The walls were painted red...literally.
"Oh my god...the place reeks!" Jill stated as she covered her mouth, the scent of raw fish and dead body parts filling the air.
I coughed. Hurling to make a graceful entrance as we moved swiftly, our various weapon's raised.
"Mommy...what are you doing?" I froze upon hearing that voice. That voice was oddly familiar.
Wesker's eyes fell on me immediately, the others too far ahead of us to realize what was going on.
The look he wore was one I knew far too well. He would want nothing more but me going after that child.
I had to. Whether he approved of it or not.
Not that I needed his approval. I unlike Wesker had a heart.
I kicked the door off, a shot sounding but if I was quite honest it was a bit too late. The child had been bitten.
I caught his limp frame, tiny hands clawing my upper arm. Hard boots making contact with the floor behind me, my eyes moistening.
"Why would mommy hurt me?" He asked in a frail voice, my tears falling to his forehead.
"I'm afraid there is nothing we can do for him miss Redfield" Wesker who stood behind me stated. I stood, throwing the small child around my waist as I turned to face the tall blond.
How could a man be so selfish?
"I'm not leaving him here" I stated firmly, Wesker not liking my response base on the look he gave me.
"The child is..."
"Stop! I don't want to hear it" I hissed, Wesker grabbing me and tearing the child from my hold before tossing him to the floor.
The child yelled in pain.
I stood there frozen, staring up at the bastard before me.
"He is just a child!" I yelled.
"A child who now carries a virus" Wesker hissed, his voice emotionless as usual.
I tried running to the child but Wesker held me fix, his grip on my upper arm beyond tight. I tried punching him but failed miserably.
"The child is no longer human and in about six to eight hours he will turn...he'll cost us dearly" Wesker hissed, me fighting to break free.
"Even if he was not infected you would still find a sick excuse so that I don't take him with us!" I yelled.
Sad to say but I knew him far too well.
"The child will cost us dearly miss Redfield and the best thing to do his leave him here!" Wesker yelled, his teeth on display as he shook me harshly.
"And what if your parents did the very same thing! Leave you in the damn cold only to wither to nothing!" The moment those words left my mouth he went stiff, his hands falling at his side as though he had been shot.
Maybe he was. The truth hurt they say.
"They did didn't they? You were nothing to then weren't you?" I hissed, me kneeling to cradle the injured child.
"I had no parents" he stated coldly, his fist tightening. He wanted hit something and hit it hard.
I grit my teeth, staring up at him.
"Simply because they didn't want you...all you are capable of is wrecking lives and now you are willing to wreck the life of this poor child" I hissed, regretting it immediately as his shoe made harsh contact with my face.
The force used was enough to have me tearing a entire table apart, my nose bleeding. It didn't end there however, Wesker kicking me sense less while the child screamed for us not to fight.
After having enough he simply turned, leaving me to cough up my very own blood.
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