Disclaimer: I own nothing that is that of Resident Evil. If I throw in a random character I will state if it is of my own creation or whoevers. I'm just a big fan that has been writing this story for the past few years now and is finally sharing it.

a/n - Prologue is short also as it under went a huge cut from it's original (i.e. I removed a bunch of useless crap that made no point to the story at all) and am slowly editing the chapters as well. Updates will come but at a slow pace as my job keeps me busy among other things. R&R if you like as feedback is loved by me and makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside like I just ate a gerbil. :3

~Prologue-

It had been two days. Two very long, very humid, very bad days. For those two whole days I had been stuck down in this damn hole. Now you'd figure for me being a Tyrant now I could have easily jumped out and been on my way, except for the fact that this wasn't just a hole. Turns out it was a trap for Tyrants like myself so it's littered with the remnants of the anti-virus and in rather large amounts. I feel incredibly sick to my stomach and weak. I can move but barely and even then the movements make my muscles ache. Where the hell is Wesker? He should have done found me by now! Ah well typical male. Too center focused on his own thing to be worried about me.

Oh who am I you ask? Well my name is Claire. Claire Redfield... I'm the younger sister to renowned S.T.A.R.S Alpha team member, former Air Force pilot, and founder of the BSAA Chris Redfield. I haven't seen my brother in over four and a half years now though so that's all I know of him at the moment. That and that he's still alive and fighting the forces left behind from a fallen Umbrella and a supposedly dead Albert Wesker.

How did I come to follow Wesker and become what I am today? It's a bit of a long story. So I guess I should just start back at the beginning, all the way back to 1998 after Raccoon City and Rockfort Island. Right when Steve and myself were trapped in Antarctica.