The highway was dark and empty, which made the ride that much more enjoyable...or so thought our young protagonist, Claire Redfield, before she spotted a Jeep in her side-mirror. That idiot's driving up WAY too fast, she thought. The maniac was about to ram her in the ass, but slammed on his brakes suddenly. She rolled her eyes and looked back to the road, wondering how some people managed to get a driver's license.

Claire looked down the empty highway and smiled. She'd driven down the same road a few times before, whenever she'd had the time-off from school to go visit her brother in Raccoon. After leaving the Air Force, he'd joined the police department of Raccoon City, and was now part of a special tactical squad called S.T.A.R.S. Claire thought the name was kind of dumb, but she never told her brother that; he said it made him feel important, which she respected.

She glanced back in the mirror, just now realizing the Jeep had never passed her. It was the first thing she'd expected, judging by the speed at which he'd been driving before, but nope...the idiot was just following her. Wait, what if he actually is, thought Claire. She looked into the mirror again, and sighed. Whoa, is he a cop? No, he's in a Jeep...but nobody wears blue sweaters anymore, he looks like a cop! No way, you're crazy Claire, she thought. She blinked, realizing she'd just been talking to herself through thought.

In the time she'd apparently spaced out, the idiot in the Jeep had switched lanes and was now driving next to her. The man had his window open and was looking at her, and not the road, which Claire thought was pretty retarded.

"The hell do you want?" she yelled out.

"Pull over!" shouted the man.

Pull over? Really? Nice try, pal, she thought. "How about you go fuck yourself?" said Claire. She sped up again, but the Jeep-man persisted, and followed.

"I'm looking for Raccoon City!" yelled the man.

Claire sighed. Good for you, she thought. "Good for you!" she said, realizing thinking it had been kind of useless. "Just keep driving and stop following me!" The man sped past her, and she sighed in relief. "That's right," she said.

Once he'd gotten ahead, he turned quickly, and his Jeep was now facing the side of the highway, blocking her. She hit the brakes, coming to a full stop only inches away from him. "Are you FUCKING CRAZY?" she yelled out.

The man got out of his car and walked over. Claire noticed he was dressed in a full police uniform, with the RPD logo, but it looked nothing like the ones she'd seen before. He's crazy,she thought.

"Miss, I need you to step off your motorcycle," he said.

"Yeah, I'm sure you do. Move your Jeep, asshole," she said.

The man sighed. "I'm not planning on hurting you; I just don't think you should be riding a motorcycle without protection. Where's your helmet and, well, pants?" he asked.

Claire blinked. "And I don't think you should be driving around impersonating an officer, driving a shitty Jeep, and pulling people over with no jurisdiction," she said. She smiled at his confused look. Yeah, that's right bitch, I know stuff about police...stuff...so there!

"Well, actually, I do have jurisdiction, since we're apparently in Raccoon City now," he said. He nodded towards a sign that said 'Welcome to Raccoon City'. They had JUST passed it.

"Well, fuck," said Claire. "I'm still not getting off the bike," she said.