"There it is, Claire. The front door." Zack nudged the redhead as he pointed towards their way out. "If we can take out those guards we are home free." Claire smiled a bit of excitment boiling up inside her. "Then why are we still standing here!" She was about to move when blood chilling scream echoed in the large lobby. Ceasing all movement the pair looked around. The guards themselves doing the same thing. All of them wondering what had happened.
"You two go check it out." Claire glanced around the corner of the statue they had croutched behind. She watched as two guards left heading in the direction the scream had come from. Leaving two guards at the door. "Claire, what do you think that was?" Zack sounded a bit worried. "Probably someone finding our handy work around the prison." She shrugged the scream off as just that. Someone must've run into the bodies that laid around the prison. Leaving them little time to get out of the doors. They had created quiet a lot of corpses on their way here. She was just about to jump out from behind the statue gun at the ready when one long red tongue shot down grabbing hold of lead guard by the neck pulling him up. Claire looked up into the rafters but saw nothing.
"Go, Claire!" Though the redhead only grabbed hold of Zack's pants as he tried to move around her. "No, wait. Something's not right." The other guard looked around the rafters in a bit of a frantic motion. "Sir! Sir!" His calls where answered when his comrade was dropped from the rafters. Random chunks of flesh missing from his body. The guard screamed as he jumped away from the body. "No...this can't be happening. Not now." Her voice was soft as her nightmares became a reality once more. Zack gagged as he looked away. "What did that?"
Claire could actually feel the fear inside her stomach. "The one thing we don't want to stick around to see." If she was right about what was in the rafters, she had encountered it before in Raccoon City. "When the guard gets pulled up we make a run for it. Don't stop running. Not even after we are out of the doors." Zack only nodded as he looked back towards the last guard who was still staring at the body of his commander. More screams sounded from where the other two guards had gone. They were dead no doubt in Claire's mind.
Just has she had predicted the other guard was pulled up into the rafters by the long red tongue. "Move!" Claire grabbed Zack and shoved him forward, making a break for the front door. Claire put her shoulder forward and Zack followed suit. Busting the doors opened, Claire stumbled a bit but regained her balance and ran down the flight of steps that lead up to the prison doors. They ran head first into the darkness neither looking back. She didn't care she just wanted out before things got worse. They always got worse.
Once outside she could hear it. The screams of the dying and the moans of the undead. "This way!" Zack pointed ahead of them as they ran. "There's a prison boat on the dock we can use to escape!" Hearing the word escape gave Claire the extra humph needed to pick up the pace. She had no idea how this happened. Everything had seemed normal inside the prison. How had the virus gotten here? The dock came into view in a short amount of time. Both of them skidded to a halt. Moaning louder then before. The dock was completly infested with the limping undead. Claire's voice was barely a whisper as she spoke. "We have to take them out to get to the boat. Aim for the head." Zack swallowed hard as he check the clips of his guns. "Okay, Claire let's do it."
The redhead pulled out her own gun and cocked it. "We'll stand here and take out as many as possible. Once they are down we need to get on that boat and get out of here. The noise will attract others." Raising up her gun and closing one eye, Claire trained her gun to the forehead of a zombie. She pulled the trigger and the zombie dropped. The noise attracting the attention of all the others. The other zombies raised up their hands and began to walk towards them. The two wasted no more time, dropping the undead left and right. After what seemed like a lifetime but actually only a few minutes the undead were dead. Without a word Claire went down the dock moving around the bodies and jumped over the side of the boat. Zack's boot tapped on the floor boards of the boat as he to jumped in.
The boat had a second part to it. A flight of stairs leading to the wheel. Zack made his way up the stairs, looking around a bit paranoid that something was lurking around every corner now. Going to the wheel, he looked for the ignition. He found it and no key inside it. "Claire there's no key in it!" She sighed as she looked around. A small door catching her attention. "Okay there's a door down here I'll see if its hidden down here. You look see if its up there." She catiously pulled the door open, pearing inside the room before actually taking a step inside. Behind the door was a bedroom. It was only about the size of a walk in closest. A small cot hung from the wall and clothes littered the floor.
She sighed and began to move things around, shaking the clothes incase the keys were hidden inside a pocket. Nothing fell out, it wasn't until she heard her name being called that she thought about the outbreak going on outside the boat. She crawled out of the small space and looked up to the top of the boat. "Zack, what's going on!" She saw the boys head pop out from the ledge his hand soon followed as he pointed out towards the prison. "We've got company!" She looked out in the direction he was pointing to see a horde of zombies limping towards them. "Oh shit...Zack find those keys now!" She jumped back out onto the dock, pulling out her gun from the back of her pants. Taking quick aim she fired off a few quick shots. A few zombies dropped as the others continued past their dead bodies.
Zack became panicked, finding the keys a bit harder then before. He began to tear about the boat. His hands shook with every gunshot he heard. For some reason he could hear what sounded like machine guns in the distance. Lights hit the boat illuminating him and everything else. Shielding his eyes from the sudden lights he looked up. A strong wind threatened to knock him back. Then he realized that the machine gun he had heard was really the sound of an approaching helicopter's propeller.
Claire hearing the noise and the lights stopped shooting and looked back, seeing the helicopter gave her a slight glimmer of hope. Though was it salvation? Or Umbrella.
"Two survivors both inmates. Survivors indentified as Claire Redfield and Zack Meyers." A woman's voice came over the intercom inside the helicopter. "They are to be captured and brought to H.Q." The redheaded man chuckled as he looked around his small team. "Alright, you heard her. We've got two hours before they terminate this prison. Plenty of time to grab them and go."
