Resident Evil Steve and Claire

It was raining outside the lab Steve and Claire were hiding in - raindrops trickled down and through lose cracking windows and the howling wind roared through the frame, causing the drapes to blow upwards toward the leaky ceiling. The wind was whistling, making shy hissing sounds through the cracks in the window.

The drapes had burn marks and chemical stains on them from the late scientists' who used to test there. Under the drapes was the Umbrella Corporation logo on the stainless steel counter.

"Great, where the hell are we?" Steve muttered to Claire, mentally kicking himself for taking the left turn instead of the left turn in the nearby hall which would have lead him to the main frame that they were looking for.

"I don't know, but judging by this map on the wall, we took a wrong turn at the last hall and now we're in the training facility for the new scientists… or what used to be." Steve muttered. "Okay, so we're not too far off... if we go back to the main hall and hang a right, we'll get there in no time."

The two stayed hidden for a while, straining to hear the slithering and scraping of the Hunters that inhabited the facility. When everything seemed all clear, Claire motioned to Steve to go. Steve on the other hand wanted to stay for a moment longer – his leg had been badly torn up by a Sweeper on the main floor and all he had had to bandage it was a piece of old cloth and string.

Steve shook his head no and she nodded in understanding. The two had grown fairly close ever since they had partnered up together in order to survive, and they're mutual trust level was growing by the second.

Yes Steve had injured his leg, and yes he was bleeding to death by the second, but that wasn't the only reason that he wanted to stay. In these short hours, he knew he was in love with Claire By some grace of God; they sent him a smart, cool and pretty girl to be sent in this hell hole with him. If he was going to die, Steve was glad it wouldn't be by the side of a fat lazy trucker wearing overalls and giant sweat stains under his armpits.

'What the hell am I supposed to do?' he thought bitterly to himself, 'I made her stay here for nothing so I could tell her how I feel, and now I can't even open my damn mouth.' Steve was planning on telling her how he felt, but suddenly it didn't seem like such a hot idea with death lurking around the corner.

"Steve?" Claire asked with concern in her voice, "Y-yeah?" Steve answered. "I think it's pretty safe to go now, I mean, the entrance is only a bit farther. Are you sure you can't move your leg just across the hall?"

Steve stuttered for a moment, but replied, "Okay, you're right…let's get going." Mentally kicking himself, he clambered up the wall and to the door for support; 'Claire must think I'm a complete idiot'.

They ran down a narrow hallway decked with ugly oil paintings and old stains on the carpet that resembled Sweeper's blood. At the end of the hall there were two doors, one which looked like the lock had been broken, and one which had a silver key plate and had to be unlocked by a medieval looking key.

"Look Steve," Claire pointed to the map which was now crumpling from the moisture of the damp air, "the main frame is through the right door but it is locked, however, the left door is just a detour to the same place."

Blah, Blah, Blah...

Steve hadn't heard a single thing she had said. He was too busy staring at her gorgeous model body to ever stand a chance of paying attention. Then, there was a snapping noise in the air around them, making Claire look up from the map.

"Steve?" she said, snapping her fingers in front of his face to get him out of his dream world. "Oh, I'm fine, I'm fine…it's all good...what were you saying again?" Steve blurted out at an embarrassing rate. "Just come on." she grimaced, pulling him through the wooden door on they're right. 'She's touching my hand!'  
A while after running through multiple long interconnected hallways, killing a few Hunters, and Claire having to stop and help Steve catch his balance, they came to a dusty kitchen-looking lab.

The lab had stoves, sinks, and freezers, though each of those was twice their regular size, at the least. At the end of the lab was an old oak table - quite out of place. It seemed like it had never been touched or at all remotely useful to the scientists; reason being there was a thick coat of dust and grime settled on top of it.

Claire walked around the table and noticed something rather unusual about the table; it had a long bump under the dust. Claire trailed her fingers along the bump and uncovered a silver key.

"Steve, over here! I think I found something!" Claire shouted excitedly. Steve hobbled to her side. "Look, it's a silver key; it might fit the other door out in the hall."

Steve and Claire walked out of the kitchen and out into another hall – everything was going the way they planned – they had found a the key to the door and they were that much closer to their freedom – until they came to the hallway with the two doorways again; Claire had entered first in first when they heard feet shuffle across the floor.

"Claire, do you hear that?" Steve said pausing in mid-hobble. "Yeah, what do you think it is?" Claire asked when a zombie shuffled out from behind a door. "Claire watch out!" Steve screamed, but it was too late; the monster sunk his razor sharp teeth into Claire's left shoulder as she tried to turn around. The zombie's jagged sharp teeth drove into her soft skin like a hot knife through butter.

"No!" Steve howled at lunged toward the beast. It was all in slow motion; the terror on Claire's face, the monsters sharp yellow teeth and grimy greenish blue hands clawing her as hard as he could, wanting to rip her apart. The sight dug and tore at his very heart to see her in such agony. It was the kind of thing you saw in a horror movie to a stupid blonde, not to your best friend… not in real life.

He grabbed his gun holster with shaky hands and whipped out his duel automatic machine guns, and with a quick motion he swung them to the monsters face and pulled the trigger. The gun started rattling immensely in his hands, and the zombie's eyes and mouth immediately exploded on impact; Steve had closed his eyes as pieces of the monster's teeth as big as glass shards flew out of his rotting mouth, hitting Steve in the face and landing on Claire's head, but he kept shooting, making sure all the while that he wasn't hitting Claire.

'This thing just won't DIE!" Steve screamed over the roar of his machine guns. Hundreds of bullets splattered into its head, but it still wasn't going down. Then suddenly its neck split in two and it appeared to be transforming. Within mere seconds, a millipede like creature rushed out of his body and hung out of his neck. Its body was half inside and half outside the corpse, and the sight temped Steve's stomach to throw up.

It let go of Claire and she fell to the ground lifelessly. "Oh you'll pay for that…" Steve muttered darkly and aimed for the creature's new head.

-Click, click click-

"Holy SHIT I'm out of ammo!" Steve's mind screamed, fear building up inside of him. The millipede moved forward - its arms outstretched, reaching aimlessly for him.

Steve stumbled backwards and tripped over one of the many velvet rugs in the compound. Inching backwards, he felt around in his pocket for any sort of a weapon.

'My knife!' he thought, his hopes lifting extremely high for the first time in a while. As he was pulled the knife out of his pocket, the millipede in the zombie's neck lunged for him.

Quickly, Steve rolled to his right and dogged the powerful attack. "This thing isn't joking around…," Steve smirked. "Well neither am I!" Hopping to his feet, Steve gripped his knife with sweaty, unknowing hands, and struck at the beast once; missing by seconds as the head dodged out of the way of his knife. 'Damn it this thing is fast.' Steve took another swing, and hit it right in its weak point – what looked like its face.

The monster shrieked and exploded into a lot of orange fizzy bubbles. Steve blocked his eyes with his arm as orange-yellow scum went flying into the air. 'It's gotta be dead now...'

Steve lowered his arm and saw Claire, bloody and motionless. He limped to her side and knelt besides her - checking her for any sign of life; her pulse was slow but sure.

Lifting her head onto his lap, he silently cried to him self, ashamed at how he hadn't saved her in time; "If I hadn't been so eager to leave, you wouldn't have been hurt." He sobbed silently.

"S-Steve?" Claire said dazed and in great pain. "Oh thank god your okay, I thought you were going to die...I was so worried..." he said overjoyed.
Claire then realized that she was lying on his lap, and felt herself blush a deep red. "I-I think I'm going to be okay," she said squirming in an attempt to get up, "I'm fine, really." she said, a smile sliding across her face.

Steve blushed and helped her sit upwards. "Are you sure you'll be alright?" Steve asked. "Yeah, thanks to you Steve…nice knife work back there." She nodded her head over to the dead zombies and his knife still lodged into the millipede's face.

"Thanks." Steve smiled weakly. There was a long pause, and then Claire leaned in to Steve and kissed him on the lips. He smelt like a forest…like a running river…she couldn't take it anymore. She parted the kiss and smiled lightly by the fact that Steve was tomato red.

They both stood up and made their way to the next door, hand in hand, ready for anything.