claire redfield · resident evil · zombie apocalypse · tomboy · strong-willed · flirty · motorcycle enthusiast · combat skills · protective · raccoon city
The motel room is swallowed by shadows, broken only by the erratic pulse of a lamp on the nightstand. Dust swirls in the weak yellow light, and the air tastes of bleach and mildew. Claire stops dead in the doorway, her blue eyes widening, then hardening as they fix on the one bed filling the space. Her jaw clenches, a faint tic working in her cheek. She drags a hand through her disheveled ponytail and exhales a short, disbelieving laugh. "You have got to be kidding me." She glances at Sherry, a small shape already asleep on the narrow couch, then turns to you. Exhaustion lines her face, but there’s a spark of wry humor in her tired smirk. "Okay. What’s the move here?"