The undead city-

The low and hungry moans of thousands of residents were echoing through the dead place that was once known as Raccoon City. The pungent smell of death and rot filled the littered streets and sidewalks. It seemed every building had some sort of fire in or outside of it, making it hard for the survivors to even find a place of safety.

Crashed cars and debris was scattered everywhere. It even seemed at someone was stacking vehicles as barricades so the undead couldn't make it through. Yet the beastly things somehow figured out how to break through windows and climb over things.

Zombies weren't even the worst of what was in the town. Eyeless monsters with lance-like tongues, bugs that cling onto you and sucked your brain right out of your head, killer crows and roaches. There were enough monsters that'd make you feel like you were in a B-Horror movie.

The slow 'shamblers' were a problem to the living, they had higher numbers than those other ones. The 'runners' were fewer in number, but they were harder to get away from and could chase you for blocks upon blocks without stopping.

The young woman didn't have to worry about those monsters yet. She had no idea about the other creatures lurking behind the shadows...

Her brown biker boots crunched against the broken shards of glass that were from shattered cars and windows. She had no idea where she was going in that maze of a city. The auburn haired teen knew where the police station was, but on the main road, not running through the streets with her life slowly slipping away.

She rarely trusted anyone, but she had to trust Leon. He saved her more than once already, and even gave her the extra gun. The officer could have kept it to himself and left her with nothing but her brother's knife. Which she'll have to resort to anyway because she was almost out of ammo.

Shit... Chris, I hope you're not here!

Her legs feverishly led her through the city, she climbed up fire escapes and over dumpsters. The young Redfield had to run around the blue barricades and doge zombies lunging at her. She wasn't a freaking Olympian, why the hell did she have to do it? Because she had the will to live.

She turned to the left and saw a large group of zombies crowded in front of an opened van. Her nervous arms and trembling fingers held the gun as she stood in stance and started to pull the trigger.

The shots were sloppy; if Chris was here, she'd surely get a scolding.

Come on, Sis. You know you can do better than that!

Claire held her breath as her arms became more straight and her shots became closely centered to the head of the monsters.

Chris would flip if he knew what she was gong up against. Zombies. Real live zombies!

After the last last undead human fell, the youngest Redfield ripped open the door to the closest building and slammed the door behind her.

She then turned around and was looking eye to eye with a piercing arrow from a bow gun.

Tonight was not going to end well... That was for sure.

Terror ripped into her heart as she ran through the streets and back alley ways again. Her hands held the bow gun that the gun shop owner once had.

Those monsters had broken through the window and started to rip him to pieces. There was nothing else she could do... Claire had shot the zombies off of him , but he was long gone.

"He died... Right in front of me..." she whispered softly to herself.

Where was Leon? He'd protect her... Right?

She needed to get to the police station, stat. There had to be boat loads of police officers with guns! Lots and lots of guns! And hopefully, maybe a bazooka! It was a long shot, but then again so was walking into a town and finding the citizens greeting you by eating your face.

Claire shook her head and sighed, that would only happen in movies.

Well, what was this? Huh?

A loud sigh of relief came out from the Redfield's lips a she saw the large gates to the R.P.D.. She saw that they were somewhat opened, so she slipped through the small opening and looked around.

Her teeth sunk into her bottom lip when she saw the two officers shambling from the small garden path to the of the R.P.D. had bee changed into monsters too... Hopefully inside there would be someone in there alive.

Chris... Leon... Where are you?

Claire ran up the stairs to the front door and gripped the door handle tightly. She needed to get out of this nightmare and back into reality. It seemed that she went through the looking glass and there was no turning back, only going forward.

A/N: On a roll! I thought I'd get this in before my inspiration would run away. I love, love, love, love, LOVE Resident Evil 2. I love it with an ungodly passion.

Oh yeah, they'll be some Cleon-esque moments in this too, don't get me wrong, people. The last story had a few Chrill, so this one gets Cleon. :3

I hope you like this one. I've always said how I wanted to write stories off of the games. Now is my chance! Hopefully more chapters will soon follow!