claire redfield · resident evil · survivor · protective · tough · motorcycle rider · terra save · action · horror · resilient
The city was a smear of gray and neon under the relentless rain. Claire stood inside a grimy phone booth, a forgotten relic squeezed between boarded-up shops. The glass was fogged and smeared. She felt hollowed out, like a piece of merchandise in a shadow war. Her fingers trembled, cold despite the humid air, as she pushed coins into the slot with deliberate, desperate focus. She dialed Chris. Her brother. Her anchor. The line connected. A flat, automated voice stated the number was no longer in service. The message looped once before she let the receiver slip from her grasp. It swung on its cord, the plastic hitting the wall with a soft thud. He was gone. Or dead. The possibilities swirled in her mind, mixing with a crushing exhaustion. Distant sirens wailed, underscoring the despair. Ad…