thirty feet behind you

Adjusting to the new current circumstances wasn't easy for the youngest Redfield. After all she had gone through after the city had torn her to shreds, she would've opted for something other than a constant loop of torture. What day was it? How long had it been? No one knew, and how could they? They were completely shut out from the world outside. The others were nothing but puppets in someone or something's sick games, and Claire wanted to put an end to it.

She was fresh meat in a Lion's den, in and out of the trials. It wasn't quite fair to have both prey and predators in the same area, but who was she to protest? Claire was practically new, her brightened optimism fueled the host greatly, the same that fueled her in Raccoon City. The need to survive and find a way out ran through her veins, setting her to a mindset of pure determination. Claire Redfield was going to escape the fog, with the others next to her. She was going to make sure of it.

But for now, all she could do was mend and be the shoulder for other survivor's to cry on, constantly reassuring others that they would make it, even if she had the moments of doubt. Trails that really kicked her in the side and let her ego bleed out into the ground, every time. Those were the ones that often made Claire isolate herself from the group entirely. In shame, in discouragement and injuries that made her tired. Going over her actions, what she could've done better to benefit her team and even escape herself. She wanted to go home.

The fog didn't give Claire much to do besides socialize and rest. The thinking was too much, but she wasn't ready to face or confront her problems just yet. Sitting on the log furthest from the group, Claire aired her grievences in silence.

...Until her instincts kicked in, yelling at her to be cautious, put away the vulnerability and keep an eye out. Claire wasn't alone.
There were eyes, burning through her, unable to pinpoint whether the intention was good or bad. Either way, the woman made a quick look around of her surroundings, until she hit the jackpot. Making out a face was troubling, so was opening her mouth to speak. Don't run, not yet. No one can hurt her out here, right?