Chapter 1-The New World

I don't own resident evil or any of its characters.

A loud alarm shocked me out of my fitful sleep.

"Again," I moaned out loud.

This was the third time in the past two days that the alarm went off and had woken me up. I groggily got out of bed and shuffled to the door. I pulled on the handle. It didn't budge at all. Not even an inch. I walked over to the window and realized that it was dark. What is going on? Why is it the middle of the night and the alarms going off? I wondered to myself. I was staring outside the window when I heard the moans. Instantly visions of a terrible incident appeared in my mind. Zombies, I thought to myself. And then I realized what had happened. The t-virus must have been purposely let out and now there is people who are infected out. They must have sealed off the doors and everything else until help comes! I went to the closet and pushed several buttons on a hidden keypad. A secret door opened revealing grenades, machine guns, handguns, and any other possible thing to kill zombies with. I grabbed a combat knife, a .45 glock handgun, a samurai sword, and a bunch of ammo for the handgun. I then grabbed a pair of shorts and a tank top to wear when I was running around. I quickly put these on and attached everything to their proper place on my equipment holder. I pulled my hair into a ponytail and rolled my shoulders; letting out the breath I hadn't realized I was holding.

"Time to kill some of the undead," I said.

I went to the door and tried to open it. I was unsuccessful. I looked around the room and spotted a cast iron pan. I guess that will have to work, I thought to myself. I grabbed it and started banging on the door. It still wouldn't budge. Swinging as hard as I could I hit the wall and felt it give. Continuing to slam at the wall proved to put a gigantic hole in it. I squirmed through and started running through the hallway, glock pointed down at the floor. I looked into other hallways and rooms and saw no zombies. I was slowing down and walking when I heard a shuffling noise ahead of me. I pointed my flash light and gun towards the sound and saw a young girl. Or what used to be a young girl. What she was now was a terrible zombie, a victim of the t-virus. I aimed and shot the girls head. Without a sound except the shot of a bullet she went down on the ground. I ran passed the now officially dead little girl. A bullet through the head makes anybody dead, I thought to myself. I continued on, finding only a few zombies that were taken care of easily. I didn't find anybody at all. The most I did find was blood streaks in a few rooms. I hoped that whatever had found them wouldn't find me.

A few minutes later I found myself at a lab with great bloody streaks on the glass, lights swinging back and forth on cables, and computers smashed on the ground. Whatever had been in there had a great big attitude towards being a test subject. I walked in slowly and noticed several syringes filled with green and blue liquids.

"Yes, the t-virus and the antidote! This is probably where they studied it," I exclaimed to myself.

"Yes, this is where they studied and produced the t-virus and the antidote to the t-virus," somebody said behind me.

I whirled around, raising my gun at the person who had surprised me. I studied the man. He had dark blonde hair combed back and wore black sunglasses. Instantly I knew who he was.

"Wesker, how nice to see you," I said; never lowering my gun from his head.

**** "Now, now Claire; is that anyway to treat me? I know I wouldn't hold you at gunpoint when I'm just trying to have a friendly chat." Wesker said.

I lowered my gun but didn't put it away in the pouch on my hip. I moved to the left and looked over Wesker's shoulder to make sure no undead were coming.

"Well when you have a past experience of knowing that you would destroy the human race, you wouldn't want to put your gun down either Wesker," I snapped at him, growing more impatient by the second. I bit my lip nervously and shifted from one foot to the other.

"Well, you may have a point but I'm not going to hurt you Claire. Infact I'm trying to get you out of here before you do get hurt," Wesker said.

I stared at him for a minute before saying "So it appears Wesker does have human emotions after all. And to think, I thought he was just a blood thirsty monster trying to destroy human kind. But I think im far from the truth am I right Wesker? Or does me saying that you are a bloodthirsty monster hit a nerve?"

Wesker glared at me for a moment before saying through clenched teeth, "It may not seem like I have emotions Claire, but I do. I don't show them for fear of people I care about getting hurt and killed."

For a minute I didn't realize that he was talking about me, but when I did the realization hit me like a punch to the face. Wesker care about anybody but himself? Care about me? It's unbelievable, a miracle. I thought to myself.

"Care to tell me what you are thinking dearheart?" Wesker asked, obviously getting annoyed at the fact that I was in my own little world.

"Oh Wesker dear, I was just contemplating what it would take for you to die," I said with a sweet smile on my face despite the sickening urge to throw up on him.

Obviously Wesker had gotten annoyed and with his lightning fast speed he was behind me, holding my body against his. "Why Claire dearheart, I am getting very annoyed with this game that you are playing right now. I could either save your miserable life and get you out of here or I could leave you to die. So I suggest you make up your mind now," he whispered menacingly into my ear. I wriggled, desperate to get out of his iron tight grip. But he only tightened his grip to my discomfort and pulled me closer to his body. Despite the fact of his cold heart he was surprisingly warm and comfortable. I shook these thoughts out of my head and said "Fine, save me but please let go of me now Wesker."

He immediately let go of me to my surprise and said briskly "We have to get out of here before more of the undead arrive."

I ran to the table with the t-virus and the antidotes and grabbed them, much to Wesker's displeasure. After stuffing them into my pockets I grabbed my forgotten gun and hurried to where Wesker was.

We ran quickly through the halls and killed whatever undead we encountered. By the time we reached the elevator I was putting in another clip into my gun and panting while Wesker wasn't even breathing hard. Wesker pushed a button on the elevator and it rose up to meet us. We took out our guns just in case the undead had made it into the elevator. After making sure it was clear we stepped inside and went up to the very top floor where a helicopter was waiting for us.

"Wesker," I said uncertainly.

"Yes dearheart," he said.

"Why did you save me back there," I asked more curious than ever before.

"Because whether or not you feel the same way, I care about you," he said looking slightly angry why he had said that.

I moved closer to him and rested my head on his shoulder, unsure of what was going to happen in the near future. I fell into a deep sleep filled with nothing but a black oblivion and gentle hands stroking my hair.

When I awoke it was darker than when we had left and Wesker was staring intently out into the horizon as if he could see something amazing and wonderful that I couldn't. I rested my head on his shoulder for a minute before sitting up and looking around.

Apparently Wesker had carried me to a room after we landed and had stayed with me while I slept. I looked around more closely before realizing that this was his room. He turned to look at me and I could see the red glare of his eyes through the black glasses. I backed into a corner as he approached, looking around desperately for a weapon I could use against him. After finding none I looked him straight in the eyes as he advanced towards me. When he got close enough to grab me I darted around him, astonished at his lack of reflexes. All that stopped when he grabbed the back of my neck and lifted me up into the air. I squirmed and wriggled while he lifted me higher than before, obviously angry at the fact that I wasn't on my knees thanking him for saving me.

"Why must you be so stubborn deary? Is it programmed into all Redfield's? I must say that this is getting quite annoying," Wesker said as he sat me down on his bed.

As he went to the nightstand on the other side of the bed I darted out of the door and into the hallway. Not wanting him to catch up to me I ran fast and hard through the hallways turning left and right several times to try and lose him. I ended up in a dead end hallway and look around. After spotting a door I opened it and went inside quickly shutting the door behind me. I heard footsteps outside in the hallway and prayed to god he wouldn't find me. if he finds me I'm going be in so much trouble I don't think I am going to see the next day. When the footsteps went away, I cautiously opened the door a crack to see if he was out there. Miraculously he wasn't out there at all. I opened the door all the way and stepped out. I walked a few tentative steps before collapsing on the cold white floor. Never before had I been this weak from running! I called out to anyone and of all people it was Wesker who arrived.

"Well now deary look at what you have done," he said sarcastically as he looked over my weak state.

"What is wrong with me," I snarled through clenched teeth.

"You are only sick deary. With what I don't know, but I plan on figuring it out. Until then you are going to stay with me and talk to no one until your strength comes back all the way." And with that he picked me up bridal style and carried me through countless hallways until we reached his room. The whole entire time I slept as much as I could. I was extremely tired and exhausted.

When we reached his room he held me with one arm while he slid a card through a scanner and punched in a code. The door opened automatically and he carried me to his bed, setting me down and going over to the nightstand; only to return with a syringe filled with a bright red liquid. He put the needle into my arm and injected me with the liquid. Instantly I felt sleepy and even more exhausted. Wesker covered me with the blanket on the bed as my eyes began to close. In my dream state I felt someone lay next to me and caress my hair. I leaned closer to the heat next to me and slept silently.

Wesker's POV

As soon as her eyes began to close I covered her with the blanket on my bed. I lay next to her caressing her hair. When she moved closer to me I was surprised but didn't move. As soon as I was sure she was in a deep sleep I got up from the bed in a quiet manner and grabbed a empty needle from my case of equipment stored in the nightstand. I went over to her and drew a sample of her blood without her waking up. I quietly exited the room and went down to the lab. I tested the blood only to find that she was sick, very sick with a new virus. As I watched the blood cells, the virus came and attacked them, leaving nothing behind. Almost like the t-virus, I thought to myself as I looked more closely at the virus cells. And then realization hit me like it had hit Claire earlier. Claire is sick with the t-virus and there is nothing I can do! He had completely forgotten that Claire had stowed away samples of the t-virus and the antidote to the t-virus.

When Claire woke up the next morning, she was in a very bad state. When I told her as gently as I could that she was sick with the t-virus, she didn't go into a fit of rage as I had expected. Instead, she started sobbing softly. I wrapped my arms around her, knowing that she wasn't used to the compassionate side of me. But I didn't care anymore. Didn't care about Umbrella, didn't care about anything else at all. All of that was worthless. All that I cared about was Claire! And I was going to lose her forever. Suddenly Claire realized that I was embracing her and looked at me. Then Claire went over to where her clothes were with my help and grabbed her shorts. Several small glass objects fell out of the pockets. Both Claire and I had forgotten about the t-virus and antidote samples she had taken. I lifted a syringe filled with the antidote and stared at it in amazement. The antidote to Claire's sickness was in my hand! I looked at Claire and then at the syringe. Claire mutely stuck out her arm and I injected the liquid just like I had done with the red liquid the night before.

When Claire turned around and wrapped her arms around me I was surprised. I was even more surprised when she gave me a kiss on the cheek. In return I gave her a hug and kissed her back.

Claire's POV

When Wesker injected the antidote into my arm, I bit down on my tongue to keep from screaming. As soon as it was over, I hugged Wesker as if he were an old friend. An old friend who hadn't tried to destroy humankind. And shockingly I gave him a kiss on the cheek. I was even more surprised when he returned both the hug and kiss.

Just as easily as the strength had come it went away. I collapsed on the floor before Wesker could grab me. Wesker lifted me up and carried me to the bed again.

"I really think you should stay in bed, dearheart. I wouldn't want you to faint again and not have me there to help you," Wesker said.

I nodded mutely, scared that even talking would make me even weaker. I crawled even deeper into the blankets softness, and felt Wesker lay beside me. He pulled me closer and I didn't object. He was very warm and comfortable against me. I curled closer to him and fell into a deep sleep, breathing softly in and out; in a relaxed rhythm. Wesker who had been tense before, suddenly relaxed against me. With this knowledge I fell asleep with a smile on my face.

It was early morning when I awoke. Wesker was lying right next to me. I looked at him, mesmerized by the way he seemed at peace in his sleep more than when awake and in constant danger. I gasped when his eyes snapped open and stared right into mine.

"Why good morning dearheart. Did you sleep well?" he asked.

"Yes," I replied, uncertain of what else to say.

I fidgeted a little and his grip around my middle loosened a little. Loose enough for me turn and wiggle to the other side of the bed. Wesker got up and went to the desk in the dark corner of the room that I hadn't noticed last night. He grabbed a pile of books and papers and brought them over to where I was laying. I looked at the papers. They were files about us. Me, Chris, and everyone else I knew who knew that Wesker was responsible for the t-virus were there. Wesker looked at the files and then at me. I knew he was not going to say anything but the threat was clear enough. Try to escape and everyone here on these files are dead.

"I'm not going to try and escape Wesker," I said, annoyed at the fact he would try and kill them if I did anything. Though I doubt he would kill me. Just keep me prisoner where ever we are.

"Well then, I think we have come to an understanding," he said with a smirk.

As soon as he put down the files, I looked at the books in his hands. They looked like college text books. But in my hazy state, I couldn't tell the difference between a text book and a novel.

He put the books down on the nightstand by the bed and said "These are different novels for you to read to keep you busy. I don't know what you like to read so I picked a couple different books. I also have gotten several pairs of clothes for you. I looked at the size of your shorts and your shirt to get the best possible sizes for you."

I looked at the black bag on the side of the bed and realized that he must have gone shopping or had someone else go shopping while I was asleep. I was surprised at the nice gesture from Wesker. I smiled at Wesker and saw something flash in his eyes that I had never seen before. Courtesy? Honesty? Compassion? Or was it love?

"Thank you Wesker. I have no idea how to repay you for what you have done for me," I said.

"No need to repay me. Your thanks is enough. And besides," he said with a devilish grin. "I have all the money in the world possible."

And with that he left the room. I sat up on the bed and looked around the room. It was furnished in black with hints of gold. A desk held the darkest corner of the room. A kitchenette covered the corner by the window. Black velvet drapes poured across the window, covering the room in black shadows. A door to the left of the windows revealed a massive bathroom. A gigantic bathtub took over one corner; next to it was a walk-in shower. Everything else was what you would find in a bathroom. A toilet, a sink, and a mirror. Surprisingly there was stuff in there for me. A basket with my name on it proved to hold shampoo, conditioner, hairbrush, everything I would need to use daily or on special occasions. I grabbed a fluffy sky-blue towel from my supplies and turned the shower on; heat up all the way. The bathroom mirror soon fogged up with steam. After putting my supplies that I would need to wash up into the shower I stepped in.

The scalding water felt good on my sore muscles. After soaking up the hotness of the water I grabbed the floral scented shampoo and lathered my hair with a good amount. I rinsed out my hair and then lathered it up again, this time with conditioner. I scrubbed my body and let the hot water soak into my skin again.

Wesker's POV

I stepped into the room to hear the shower running. Apparently she had found the basket and decided to use it. The water turned off and I stepped into the shadows, blending in easily. The door opened spilling golden light onto the black-gold carpet. Claire stepped out with a sky-blue towel wrapped around her body and her red hair dripping down her back. She paused at the clothes I had gotten her and picked out an outfit. With her back turned to me she walked back into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. I heard the small click of the lock being turned into place.

About a minute later she came out dressed in a blue dress. It was a form fitting one, very low cut. She stood in front of the mirror, eyeing her body with distaste. I sneaked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close against me while I held her.

"You know you shouldn't hate the way you are Claire, you are very beautiful. And not just with your looks but also with your intelligence and cunning," I whispered into her ear.

She didn't answer but I could tell she was thinking it over. I walked towards the door and she followed, mostly because I was pulling her with me. I led her out of the room and into the hallway.

I led her to the garden outside. Gigantic roses, hydrangeas, tulips, and many other flowers sat in the flower beds. Claire immediatly went to one of the rosebushes. She looked at the largest rose, bent down closer and breathed in the aroma the rose produced.