CLAIRE'S POV
I looked around, the car was on fire and when the explosion cane my heart sunk. The smell of gas was quite strong so it was clear that was the cause of the explosion. Water dropped from my hair as my blue eyes fought to stay open, a slight pain in my knee.
Was he still alive ? The sound came from his end and the atmosphere was oddly quiet. I was on my feet, my body shaking due to the rain that was now soaking my clothes. I closed my eyes before calling his name.
"Wesker?" I called as I stood, silence falling on my shoulder. He was the reason I was still alive so it would be oddly unfair if he should die.
"Wesker are you okay?!" I yelled as my heart was falling. Please be okay, you are the reason I am still here.
"I am safe Miss Redfield. Are you injured?" he asked and I relaxed. I swallowed as I placed my hands on my knees, this injury would die quite soon. I half smiled as I lift my gaze.
"No, no injuries" I yelled as I took a deep breath. This was one hell of a story to tell my grand kids if I should survive this hellish nightmare. I straightened my back slightly, my eyes on the few bodies that were around.
Small growls erupted and I looked around to find that the creatures were now awake. I swallowed hard, a gas explosion was one hell of a alarm.
"Our friends are now awake, I will meet you at the station Miss Redfield. Try not to get yourself killed" he told me and I like a fool nodded. I swallowed once again.
"Okay" I stated as I began to move, I needed a weapon more than anything. The gun shot in the distance would help me in that quest, I moved towars it quickly.
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The closer I got to the station was the darker the streets got. I grew to over come my fear as the main aim was to get through this nightmare. I grew to feel sad knowing that my brother was in the middle of this but I had to keep a positive mindset.
My brother just had to be alive. I would not stop until I find him and the hug he would receive would be a rather tight hug. I owed my brother a really deep apology for all the horrible things I said three months ago.
I pushed the metal gate open and closed it rather swiftly as my gaze fell to the sign that read R.P.D in bold. I took a breath as I absorbed my surroundings, the station was just like I had remembered it a year ago.
Was Chris indoors with the rest of the survivors? I tried not to think on the other possibilities because loosing my brother would be the end for me.
The police station had a pungent odor as well and somehow I had grown used to the smell of blood and half cut bodies. I could feel my palm sweating but the sweat between my breast was far worse. I licked my lips as I tightened my hold on my gun as I walked briskly. I walked a bit too fast because I was on my ass before I even knew it, my fingers stained red as blood saoked through my clothes.
I stared in a wild fashion as I sat in someone elses blood, my jeans being scarred for life. I stared at the gun that flew from my hands, liquid falling on my forehead. I swallowed, by this time the rain had stopped so if the room should leak it would not be water.
I lift my gaze, a bloody tongue flashing above my head and I did not say that because I wss trying to sound british. I covered my head the moment the creature was on it's feet, my move being made towards the gun. The creature's tongue held my food in a vice grip, my fingers trying to grip the metal in the distance with full strength.
"Let go!" I yelled as I kicked at the creature aggressively only to hear the groans of the flesh cravers. I was the live cheese burger that everyone wanted to sample so greatly. I groaned, my strength be discovered in this moment.
I grabbed the gun and turned on my side, five shots sounding only to have the creature fall limp. Now what the hell was that?
I was on my feet again as I ran through the hall way only to doge the zombies of residents and cops. Deep down I hoped that the infection hadn't gotten far but my hopes fell when there was blood almost every where. Something happened here and whatever it was it was quite huge.
Was there even one survivor in this place? Did Wesker make it to the station safely just like I did? I really hope he did and that we would somehow meet again.
I felt stupid thinking about a stranger's safety. I was a bit disapointed that he was not a cop because if he were, he could tell me sonething about my brother. The tall fellow was a bit strange though and while I panicked he was a bit calm.
Was he soldier?
I laughed at my thought mentally, why send one man to rescue the survivors of this tragedy? I took a deep breath, my hand forwarded as I my body was slightly hungover as though I anticipated something. It is highly possible that something else could pop out of no where.
I checked the ceiling quite often.
I lowered my breathing as I slowed down. In this area there was extremely poor lighting and when I heard a faucet dripping I was thankful. If there was running water I could get myself cleaned up. Well, semi cleaned that is.
I pushed the door open slightly, my shoes collecting water. There were baths in this room but majority of the howees had blood on the walls. My heart drummed in my chest as I observed that there was only body parts in this room. What kind of wild animal did this?
I swallowed, my gun being placed to my hip as I turned my flashlight on, my eyes secretly scrutinising the area. I heard no movement but I would remain a skeptic, silence was deadly.
I tried not to touch myself due to the blood on my hands but my skin was growing to itch. I looked around, fear building in my chest because it would be rather unfortunate to meet my demise while taking a shower.
I placed my gun down carefully as I begun to undress slowly.