Leon Kennedy

Claire Redfield

Ada Wong

Joe Whyte

Disclaimer: I do not own ANY of these characters but I like to make them do my dirty work. :D

Claire rolled over, the alarm on her phone beeping incessantly as she tried to block it out. "Claire!" Her mother's voice rang through her ears and was much harder to ignore. The door burst open and two hands roughly shook her shoulder. "Get up, you only have fifteen minutes to be ready."

"I'm up, I'm up." She groaned, aggressively kicking the blankets off and crawling out of bed. Her mother left, walking back down stairs as Claire splashed cold water on her face in the bathroom. Slightly puffy eyes stared back at her, with red mussed hair that looked like she had been in a tornado. The cool water woke her up and she hurried through her room, pulling on black cargo pants, a black sport bra and black t-shirt. She tugged on a pair of thick leather motorcycle boots her dad bought for her birthday while her hair was pulled up in a sloppy pony tail as she raced down stairs with her school bag which carried another set clothes consisting of a tank top, light jacket, and a pair of shorts.

A breakfast bar and glass of chocolate milk sat on the counter in the kitchen for Claire. She bit off a piece, putting her leather wallet in her back pocket and attaching the chain as she chewed and swallowed. A car honked out side and Claire grabbed her yoga mat and guzzled her chocolate milk. "That's Ada, got to go mom. Love you." She kissed her mom, racing out the door.

"Love you too!" Her mom's voice faded into the back ground as music blared from the rusted red car. Claire climbed in, buckling her seat belt as the music got louder and Ada sped down the street. Racing down Warm Springs Blvd. Claire tossed her extra clothes and yoga bag into the back seat. She turned around just as a black Hummer cut them off, nearly causing an accident in the four way intersection.

"Hey, watch it jack-ass!" Ada Wong shouted, putting her palm to the horn as they drove around the gigantic car. "I hate those things." She muttered, pulling up to the school's parking lot and turning off the beat up Honda. Claire grabbed her bag, following Ada through the throngs of sophomores playing hacky-sack next to the first set of stairs. Claire admired Ada's toned legs, covered up by grey sweats, and thin but muscular arms that moved gracefully with her olive skin.

They were walking towards a group of their friends, right as the warning bell rang. "Sorry guys!" They shouted, hugging and running off to their respective classes. Claire wanted her History class to be over with so she could get into math with Ada. Claire was horrible at Calculus, but enjoyed the class immensely because of the three close friends she harbored there.

Eventually, the hour and a half passed and Claire raced across the quad and up a set of stairs, into class as the bell rang. She grabbed her seat in front of Ada beside the long window that faced the intersection of South Robindale Road and West Cimarron Road.

Leon Kennedy sat beside Claire, and Joe Whyte behind Leon and beside Ada. They were set in a cluster of four, always working on homework when the last half hour of class arrived. "Hey, guys." Claire said breathlessly as she sat down and pulled out her pre-calc book. She looked Leon up and down, noting that the only difference in their wardrobe was that Leon's cargos were camouflage, not black. His black t-shirt fit snugly, showing off the thick musculature from football.

Leon glanced at the one bag she carried, then looked back at Ada. "No sports today?" He asked, meaning the track team that Claire and Ada were on together and the swimming team that Claire was on. They grinned at each other as Ada shook her head.

"No sports today, but we do have yoga in the dance room if you want to join us. You can come too Joey. Remember, yoga every Friday after school." She grinned, nodding to Joe as he shrugged and scribbled notes on to a strip of paper.

"Sure, I'll be there." Leon smiled, a light blush falling over his cheeks as he stared at Claire. Everyone knew he had a crush on her…everyone but Claire.

"Good, we need some new faces. Only about five people have been showing up." They laughed and joked at the math teacher, Mr. Muir, walked to the front of the room and slapped a yard stick across an empty desk.

"Quiet! Take out your notes and homework from page 236 and 246." Ada groaned, brushing thin, brown bangs out of her eyes as she searched her back pack.

They went over home work, and were about fifteen minutes into notes when Claire glanced out the long window. "Oh my god…" She said loud enough for everyone to hear. The class became quiet but no one seemed to look out the window. "Miss Redfield, would you please-" Mr. Muir started, walking towards the back two desks that Claire and Ada occupied. "Look!" She shouted, standing from her desk and climbing into a seated position on top of it. Ada turned to the window and gasped, covering her mouth with both hands. Leon and Joey jumped over their desk, climbing up next to Claire as they stared out side.

Soon everyone was pushing to get near the window though only about ten succeeded. Snippets of conversation confused the people who couldn't see out the window.

"Look at that guy! He's got glass all over his face!"

"That girl is bloody and-"

"Why is he grabbing her?!"

"That dude is beating her face in-"

"They're running towards the school, what do we do?!"

"Shut up!" Claire shouted, quieting everyone. She turned to Leon as he brushed blond hair from his eyes, mouth agape. "Use Muir's phone and call down to the office. They need to do a lock down." Leon nodded, jumping over desks and pulling the phone from the wall. Claire pulled her own phone from her pocket, glad it was fully charged and she never left home with out the wall and car charger. She punched in 911, waiting only a few seconds before a nasally voice answered. "I'm at Sierra Vista on West Robindale and Cimarron. There's been a car accident on the street and I think-"

The woman cut her off with and exasperated sigh. "I'm sorry m'am, but we've gotten calls all day and have no ambulances to send out for another couple hours." The phone went dead and Claire stared at it incredulously.

"What happened?" Leon asked, nudging someone out of the way so he could stand next to Claire. She stared at him, snapping her phone shut and running a hand over the back of her neck.

"They hung up on me." His brow furrowed in confusion, and he opened his mouth to speak but an ear wrenching noise brought their attention back out side. Claire gaped at the scene outside as a man crawled out of a truck that had slammed into the existing wreck on the intersection. "Does that guy only have one arm?" She asked quietly. Leon nodded, pointing with one finger as Claire pressed closer to the glass. The man stood, seeming to stagger as a passerby walked over quickly to offer help. Thick blood dripped and poured from the ragged shoulder where and arm used to be, but there was something wrong with it that Claire couldn't pin point.

The man with one arm lunged at the passerby, gripping him with the only arm he had left and biting into his neck. Joey screamed, but Ada clamped her hand over his mouth and gave him a warning look. He spun around and threw up all over his desk. Claire spun to Leon whose faced had turned ashen and pale. "What the fu-"

Once again, he was cut off when the door to their class burst open and Max, another student that Claire knew, ran in panting. "We're in a lock down! There's crazy people swarming in all over the school and going after students!" Mr. Muir ran to the door, locking it after Max slumped down at a desk.

"Stay here, I'll be right back. I need to check on those people." Muir had just stepped out of the room when someone tackled him, slamming him into a wall.

"He's crazy! He can't go out there!" Max yelled, grabbing at the handle, but Leon raced to the other side of the room and pulled him back, clicking the door shut as Muir screamed. He stared out the tiny window; not particularly wanting to help the evil math teacher. The guy that slammed into him had his hands over Muir's face and pressed his thumbs into his eye sockets. Muir's arms swung wildly, clawing at the back of the attacker before falling limply to the ground and allowing the attacker a chance to bite deeply into his neck. Blood gushed over the open wound and down Muir's soccer shirt. At least we won't have homework tonight. Leon thought quietly to himself. He turned back to Max who had been trying to get out the door and to Muir.

"He may be stupid enough to run to those people but you aren't." Max grimaced, allowing Leon to bring him back to the window. Some people had dispersed back to their desk, only leaving about six people at the window.

Loud bangs were heard down the hall followed by shrieks and metallic clangs. Joey raced to the door, peeking out of the small rectangular window. "Jesus Christ! Someone's running down the hall and-" A face slammed into the window, causing Joey to jump backwards and fall over his own feet. The person's face was bloodied, cracked teeth bulging out of a gaping wound in their lip. More crazed and bloody people rammed into the door. Some were missing lower jaws or arms while others seemed unharmed but were covered with blood.

"They're trying to get the door open!" Someone yelled as the crazies tugged at the handle and hit the glass. "How are we going to get out of here?!" People began shouting, running towards the door and piling desks up against it.

Claire quickly glanced around the room, taking note that they could make us of almost nothing for weapons. More cars piled up out side and scattered people ran from houses; looking just as crazy as those trying to get into the room. "Leon, Ada, help me with this." She wiped everything off Muir's desk, gripping the edge of one side. Ada grabbed the drawers and tugged them out on to the floor as Leon placed his strong hands firmly on the side opposing Claire. "When I say three, we have to swing this at the window. It's the only way we can get out." They nodded, dragging it to the window and tossing the singular desks out of the way so they had a clear path.

"One, two, three!" Leon and Claire shouted together, lifting the desk off the floor and flinging it into the glass. It cracked and gave way through the window with a hiss and spray of glass that sprinkled Leon, Claire and Ada. The desk landed on the sand and rocks below, shattering into thousands of pieces. Leon turned to Claire, wiping glass out of her hair and off her shirt. "Now what? We don't have rope."

Claire bit her lip, mentally shrugging. "Hurry up, the door is going to give away!" Joey shouted from the other side of the room. The door then burst open, the filing cabinet falling away as two men fell into the room and roared in anger.

O.k. loves, time to RnR. Thanks to all!!!