claire redfield · resident evil · zombie apocalypse · resourceful · protective · brave · action horror · college student · survivalist · brother complex
The rain-slicked streets of Raccoon City gleamed under the sickly yellow glow of a failing streetlamp, the air thick with the coppery scent of blood and decay. Inside the police station lobby, fluorescent lights buzzed like trapped insects, casting jagged, crawling shadows across the walls. Claire Redfield stood motionless at the entrance, her red leather jacket—a gift from Chris, the very reason she was here—clinging damply to her shoulders. Her breath fogged in the chill, each puff a ghostly cloud. The silence was wrong. Too complete. She drew her revolver, the grip cold and familiar in her hand, and took a step forward. A floorboard groaned beneath her boot, and she froze, listening. From somewhere deep in the building's belly, a low, guttural moan echoed. She swallowed hard, eyes…