Claire slammed her side against the door again, and sighed. She stepped back and looked at it, while rubbing her shoulder. "Okay, door...If you don't open RIGHT NOW, I'm gonna break you down. Then, I'll go break down all the other doors so that every door in your stupid door family will be broken, and dead. How's that sound?" she said.
The door clicked.
Claire stared at it, slowly reached forward, and tried the knob. It opened without a problem. "Holy shit...That worked?" she said, confused.
She walked forward and looked around, hoping it was the right way to the S.T.A.R.S. office. She was in some sort of reception office or something, but fortunately it looked familiar. She walked over to the reception counter and looked through the glass. "Hey, how do I get to the S.T.A.R.S. office? Hah, just kidding, you're probably dead," she said. She flipped through a few papers, but found no map.
"The whole police system in this city is a mess," she said. She turned and walked across the room, past some sort of room divider and a desk, and stopped.
Something crawled across the window.
"What...the...hell was that?" asked Claire. She looked around and threw her arms up in the air. "Who the hell am I talking to!?"
She walked to the door next to the window, opened it slightly, and looked inside. It was an empty hallway, with a boarded up window at the end. Seems safe...she thought. She started down the hall, being careful. When she turned the corner, she saw the most horrible thing she'd ever seen; another long-ass hallway.
"Great...it's all hallways with these cops. I bet they're still all super fat," she said. She could hear a dripping noise, but wasn't sure what it could be. All she knew was that the noise was starting to make her feel like she needed to pee.
As Claire headed down the hall, she could see something on the floor. It looked like a body, but without a head. "Gross..." she said. She kept going and finally realized what the dripping sound was; there was a puddle of blood, and clearly it was dripping from the ceiling. She looked up and saw the thing that had crawled across the window.
"Whoa..." she said. She took a small step back, and the creature dropped from the ceiling. It opened its mouth to hiss, and a long tongue came out.
Looks like a mix between a skinless rat and some sort of four-legged spider. Where the hell did this come from...she thought.
It hissed again, taking slow steps towards her. Claire reached to her belt for the gun she'd found in the squad car before, but it wasn't there. "What?" she said. She looked down and sighed. Must've fallen out somewhere, she thought. She looked at the creature as it kept approaching her, its long tongue sticking out. Claire shivered and watched it step right up to her boot, but she didn't dare to move. The creature stood there, sniffing her heel, and hissed again.
Please, please, please, PLEASE go away...thought Claire.
The creature sniffed her boot once more and walked past her, sniffing the floor. Claire watched it go down the hallway and sighed. I swear I must have some special power that lets me command stuff, she thought. She turned and took a step towards the door at the other end of the hall, but froze again at the sound of glass breaking. She looked down and saw a broken light bulb under her boot. "Seriously?" she said.
A hissing sound made her jump, and she turned to see the creature heading her way, drool dripping from its mouth. Claire took a couple steps back, not taking her eyes off of it, as it neared her and stopped. It hissed again, and looked up at her as it brought its massive clawed hand back and-
"No!" yelled Claire, smacking the creature on the head. "That's a very bad...gutsy dog thing!" she said, hitting it again.
The creature hissed and lowered its head, letting out a strange noise with every hit. It brought its clawed hand back up, but Claire hit it again.
"We do NOT attack people! No!" she said, hitting it.
The creature let out a screech and turned away, running down the hall. Claire watched it go and smiled proudly. "That's right, bitch," she said.
Once again, she turned and headed towards the door.
Claire stood at the top of a staircase, looking over the railing. She hadn't seen or heard anything since that creature, and figured Leon got himself killed by something, and she could check on it later. She turned and went back down the hall, examining three different statues. Two were against the wall, facing it, and the third was in the center. There was a weird red gem in its hand, which seemed confusing at first.
Might be useful for something...or worth a lot, thought Claire. She climbed up the statue, grabbed the gem, and jumped back down. She stuck it in a hip bag she'd found, and walked through the door. After a few more turns, she found a door marked with S.T.A.R.S. She grinned and opened the door, slowly peeking inside.
"Chris? You in here?" she called out. No answer, so she stepped inside and looked around once again. It was a mess; papers everywhere, coats and hats left behind, and random boxes of ammo. Score, she thought as she picked it up. "Now I just need a gun..."
She jumped at the sound of a shot fired outside the office door, and ran to it. She paused, thinking maybe a survivor was fighting something out there, and the lack of noise that followed could mean they were dead. Also, it could be Leon, and she wasn't sure which would be worse.
Claire turned and looked around again. She spotted a locker and ran to it. She pulled the door open, climbed in, and slammed it shut. A second later, the office door opened.