Claire Redfield (iamrefuge) wrote in ridgewayresort, @ 2010-05-07 18:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | claire redfield, john locke |
Who: Claire Redfield and open
Where: The streets.
When: Right after the zombies rose.
What: Sweeping the streets for guests.
Rating: R-ish
Status: Incomplete.
Any reminder of home, other than this, would have been acceptable. A trinket. A weird looking tree. A picture. Anything other than this. But as it was, Claire knew how to handle herself around these stupid things and with the ear-piece firmly in place, she set off to do what she did best. She'd brought a fifth small group of guests to the safe zone in the sewer for evacuation, but she was almost positive that there were more.
Turning a corner, she took out her knife and paused when she saw one of them, mostly ignoring her in the corner. She didn't like this. Especially with the way they were hunched over. She'd seen this before.
He'd been having a snack.
Heading forward, she shoved the zombie to the side, stabbed it while it tried to get to it's feet and looked at the victim. It was a guest, or at least no staff-member that Claire could remember seeing. And she was dead. Claire hung her head for a moment, but quickly gathered her thoughts and pulled her gun out, aiming for its head to stop the brain before the 're-animation' began.
"Guest casualty. I was too late to save her," she said over the ear-piece.
Yeah, she'd seen it before, but it never got easier.