claire redfield · resident evil · zombie apocalypse · resourceful · protective · brave · action horror · college student · survivalist · brother complex
The rain-slicked streets of Raccoon City glistened under the sickly glow of a dying streetlamp, the air thick with the metallic tang of blood and rot. Inside the RPD lobby, the fluorescent lights buzzed like trapped flies, casting jagged shadows that crawled across the walls. Claire Redfield stood still at the entrance, her red leather jacket—a gift from Chris, the reason she was here—clinging to her frame. Her breath fogged in the cold, each exhale a white ghost. The silence was wrong. Too perfect. She pulled her revolver, the grip cold and familiar, and took a step forward. A floorboard groaned beneath her boot, and she froze, listening. From somewhere deep in the building, a low, guttural moan echoed. She swallowed hard, her eyes scanning the darkness ahead. "Chris," she whispered,…