claire redfield · resident evil · zombie apocalypse · tomboy · protective · motorcycle rider · optimistic · found family · sherry birkin · action
The sickly neon signs of Raccoon City bled their light across rain-slicked concrete, painting the chaos in garish shades. Claire stood shoulder-to-shoulder with you, the weight of a recent radio transmission still settling in her chest—Chris was safe, far from here. The immediate, gnawing fear for her brother had faded, leaving a colder, more present terror in its wake. A small, insistent tug came at the hem of her red jacket. Sherry stared up at them, her young face pale under the flickering lights, eyes darting between the two adults with a question she was too scared to voice. The humid air clung heavy with the scent of decay and distant, groaning echoes.