CLAIRE'S POV
I felt awful. There was a burning feeling in my chest and my fingers felt numb. The air was chilly and I could hear each and every step I took. All my mind could relay on was the blond man who requested that I carried on without him. Sure he was injured but I would not mind him hindering my pace because I would rather have him here next to me.
I felt awful leaving an injured man in a rail cart like that just to go after some lunatic that was responsible for this mess. That woman was really cold because it was her irrational decision that lead to the fountain of blood and the pain of this town. She broke families and there was a lot of blood on her shoulder for the havok that unfolded on this city.
It was painful enough to experiment on animals but humans?
That was taking it a bit too far. It was disgusting.
With all the monsters running around I am sure she had what she deserved waiting for her. She was responsible for the many lives lost and among that statistics were innocent children and elderly people. It was rather pitiful for her to still be alive in the midst of what she created while others suffered and died.
I eyed the corpse in the distance, somehow these zombies had a tendency to rise up at the sound of footsteps. I would fire a shot but that would only pull unwanted attention. Why call the hive when I only saw one bee?
I would have to take my chance with this thing by moving by quietly. I lightened my steps as I moved closer, my eyes on every corner while my ears were on high alert. Luckily the thing was as dead as it seemed but the ones coming down the hall were not. There were able to move around in search of their next meal. Unfortunately, I was the first thing on the menu and the undead had a crave for flesh and blood.
I decided dodge the creatures because slowly I was running low on ammunition and the aim was not to be heard. I needed to find this woman and stop whatever sick plan she was working on before it was too late. I really hoped Wesker would hold on for me and that I wouod get to him before it's too late.
Something tugged my arm but before sharp teeth could make contact with my flesh I gave an agressive push. The creature fell flat but that only motivate the others to come at me so I ran. This was a real life horror and the fact that the lighting in this area was damaged the eerie feeling only grew.
I ran as fast as my legs could carry me and rounded a corner swiftly, I am still hoping that this was an horffic nightmare and I still hoped that rough hands would shake me free. The hands of my brother whereby he would insult me but assure me that everything was going to be alright.
I ran into a ditch and landed on a shelf with old books. My ankle felt the entire impact and all I could do was stare at the hole above me. I groaned as I forced my body upwards, my eyes falling on my bone sticking out of my ankle. I cried upon seeing it, my fingers moving forward yet I could not touch it. I covered my mouth as I shrugged free from my backpack, the first clothing being ripped and hastily tied around my damage ankle.
I had to move and move fast.
Well I tried to but the pain in my ankle would not allow me to move. When a zombie fell next to me I rolled onto the floor, my hands pulling on any object that could get me to move. The zombie stopped at nothing and my last hope was a vent, my crawling becoming faster and I was successful.
As soon as I was in I sealed the entrance, my breathing heavy as the pain in my ankle grew. I covered my mouth as I cried in my hands, my body growing cold inside a vent. I was strong again, the palm of my hand pressed to cold metal as I continued to crawl.
One leg was dead while the other had the pressure of my entire body. I collapsed a few times but I was determine to continue. I was a Redfield and Redfields did not give up when their back was again at the wall. I could see bright lighting so I approached the end of the vent swiftly, my eyes scanning the Room would now enter.
So far this was one of the cleanest room seen, the blood stains were minimal and there was only one corpse in the room. The corpse was dressed in a white coat and the limbs were gone. My eyes continued to move and to my luck the door was closed. This was a operation room but the question was what the hell was this man operating on?
I leaned towards the opening, my elbow being moved forward in order to slam the covering of the vent free. I groaned in pain, why on earth did I feel so weak? The door opened and I froze, Leon came in with his gun raised. My eyes grew bright immediately.
"Leon!" his eyes moved but it was as if he was trying to pinpoint the voice.
"I'm in the vent!" and he seemed to recognize my voice now.
"Claire" when he approached her stared at me, the covering being pulled free immediately. Leon carefully pulled me from the vent, his eyes falling on my ankle when I failed to stand on my own. I groaned, Leon removing my backpack as he placed me to the metallic bed present. He ensured the vent was sealed and made his way back to me.
"What happened?" he asked as he took my injured ankle. I cringed because the darn thing was painful enough to look at.
"There was this hole and the zombies that were coming after me causes me to fall in" I explained as Leon unwrapped the cloth around my ankle. His eyes grew extremely wide.
"Claire this is..." but I started sobbing, my hand on his shoulder.
"It hurts" I was loosing the small hope I had in surviving this mess. I was breaking down minute by minute. Leon hugged me, my eyes closed as my fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt.