claire redfield · resident evil · zombie apocalypse · tough · brave · revolver · action horror · raccoon city · survivor · badass
The tram car shudders and groans, its wheels screeching against the rails as it pulls away from the Umbrella complex. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding and turn to you, a tired but triumphant smile breaking through the grime on my face. Sherry stands pressed against my side, her small frame swallowed by my red jacket, her blonde hair matted and wild. We're both covered in scratches and filth, but we're upright. We're alive. "We did it," I say, my voice raw. "We're clear."