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Claire couldn't accept it. She wouldn't. Not Now. Getting into the tower's sewer system had been easy. But once there, Moira was wounded by an infected with a machete. After everything they had survived, everything they had been through together, Claire couldn't accept that she might lose her. After everything, she couldn't handle it. And she wouldn't survive it, i the flashing red of the bracelet was any indication.

"Hang on Moira," Claire pleaded. "We're almost there!"

She sprinted around a corner, Moira situated piggyback style with her arms extended in front of them limply. Blood coated Claire's back, the deep gash across Moira's front bleeding profusely leaving a trail of blood. Claire finally stopped, finding a small electrical room where she could shoot anything trying to enter. She set Moira down, pulling out what few medical supplies they had found and pulled Moira's shirt off, quickly cleaning the wound as best she could then bandaging it. By the time she finished, Moira was so pale that she almost looked dead already.

"Come on Moira," Claire whispered, tears running down her face as she felt for a pulse. "You can't do this to me now."

"You're not...getting rid of me...that easy," Moira mumbled, opening her eyes and smiling weakly.

Claire smiled as well, brushing her hand over Moira's hair. Moira smiled wider then closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep. Claire pulled Moira's shirt back on her and shifter Moira into her lap, leaning Moira's head on her shoulder. She set her pistol on the floor beside them and cradled Moira, rocking slightly.

After a few hours, an infected staggered through the doorway and Claire aimed at it. Before she could fire, the floor below it gave out and it fell, creating a hole that served both to protect them, and keep them trapped in the room.

"Terrific," Claire sighed setting her pistol back down.

Then, she set her head back and fell asleep.

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