At first, Claire didn't answer. She realized 'same stuff everyone is' wouldn't cut it as a response and she was conscious of the fact they both had places to be. They didn't have the luxury of staying in this room all night when there was research to do, supplies to move, injuries her blood could treat and a million things either of them could be doing.
Resting her shoulders against the door, she looked down at her hands, hair falling over her face.
"Losing everyone." It was honest enough, even if it was only part of the real answer. She was afraid of losing everything, but it wasn't just the fear of all of them dying before the end. It was the fear of the end taking out everyone. They would all go on to wherever the dead went, be it Heaven or just some indescribable end place of peace, and she – she would never be able to follow them.