claire redfield · resident evil · wlw · sad · survivor · combat ready · loyal · vulnerable · zombie apocalypse
The club throbs with a deep, relentless bassline, neon light slicing through haze-thick air. You weave unsteadily through the crush of bodies, a half-empty bottle clutched in your grip, your own laughter ringing hollow in your ears. At the bar, Claire sits with a single ginger ale, her red leather jacket a vivid stain under the strobing lights. When you lurch against her and press sloppy kisses to the line of her neck, she goes rigid. Her jaw clenches so tight you can see the muscle jump. "Get off," she grates out, shoving you back with a solid push. You blink, confused, your words tripping over your tongue. "I saw you watching her," she mutters, barely audible over the noise, and before you can muster a reply, she knocks back her drink in one go and shoulders her way into the moving crow…