Chapter 1 - Surprise

A New Meeting Chapter 1.[br]

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Claire was walking up to her apartment room, having had a long day at work. As soon as she was inside, she threw off her boots by the door and went to flop on the couch. She turned on the TV, listening to whatever was on. Just too tired to care, she fell asleep.[br]

A few hours later she woke up, startled by her dream, she looked around at her apartment. She blinked, noticing a few tears running down her face as she sat tidily on the couch, wiping them away quickly. “Stop it Claire, its not like you could have done anything,” she whispered to herself.[br]

She got up, went to the bathroom and turned on the cold water. She washed her face and looked at herself in the mirror. “Well don’t you look horrible?” she muttered. The phone started ringing in the other room, she quickly patted down her face with a wash towel since it was still wet and hurried into the other room. She got there just as the voice mail started recording.[br]

“Hey Claire...this is Chris, I just wanted to know how you were doing and I haven’t been near a computer lately. Well...I guess you aren’t home since you aren’t answering, bye...”[br]

She had listened to him speaking, frantically picking it up when she heard the last word, “I’m here Chris! Sorry...” All she heard was a dial tone. Sighing, she set it back in it’s cradle before heading to her room to go change clothes. Afterwards she went back to the couch. Having brought a blanket from her room, she cuddled up in it. Later, falling asleep to a movie she had found on TV.[br]

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The next day was Claire’s day off, as soon as she woke up she took a shower and got dressed, eating afterward. She put on her boots and headed out the door, thinking about looking around the town for once.[br]
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Among the shops she found herself in front of a cute clothing store. Deciding she could spend a little of her pay check, she went when and started looking around. She soon had found a few items she wanted to try on. She glanced out the shop’s front window by chance, gasping when she saw someone she thought she recognized. Dropping the clothing on the floor in her rush, she ran out even though she knew it couldn’t be him. She had to at least see with her own eyes.[br]
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She caught up with the boy easily, he had short brown hair and a jacket on. He was alerted by her footsteps. He turned around to stare at her, wondering what she was running for. She stared at him for a second, him staring back at her in return like she was crazy after he halted.[br]
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Claire’s mouth was wide open, “Steve...?” she asked, wondering if it was all just a dream, since he was dead.[br]

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He raised an eyebrow, “yeah...I’m Steve...Steve Burnside...why do you know my name..? Just who are you?” he asked, slightly annoyed at the disturbance.[br]

She just kept gawking at him.[br]

He sighed, frustrated, “You are...? You must want something from me, are you some kind of stalker?”[br]

She now snapped out of it, “I’m Claire Redfield...I’m sorry...you...just look...exactly like someone I knew...even the same name...” she said quietly, “sorry to have bothered you..”[br]

He shrugged and continued down the sidewalk like nothing happened.[br]
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Claire, in a daze, ended up forgetting about the clothes store. She wandered into a nearby park She ended up sitting on a swing set while ignoring the children that were playing around her.[br]

“Steve...” she whispered, still dumbfounded by the fact he was still alive, or at least had a look alike. She remembered the slight pain in her chest when he had asked her what her name was. After a while, she saw a figure appear before her, she glanced up, finding a little girl staring at her, probably wanting the swing.[br]

She got up. “There you go!” she told the child chirpily and walked away, trying not to let others know that she was upset.[br]
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On her way home, she felt as if she were being watched, she tried not to glance around too much. It was probably just her imagination anyways. She unlocked the door to her apartment, quickly slipping inside and re-locking it, still getting the feeling as if someone was watching her.

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