-Cell-
As they walked through the dank parking lot of the R.P.D., Leon stopped dead in his tracks and listened.
"Claire," he whispered softly, "watch Sherry." with a nod, they both checked their guns and waited.
He looked over at the armored truck and saw one of them, one of those 'dogs'. With a single shot he took it out, hearing a slight yelp before it died. The Rookie took another step and watched three more dogs appear. Their baring fangs were dripping with saliva and blood. One let out a low growl and started to run towards Leon.
Claire stepped forward and pumped her shot gun. One, two, three, four, blasts took out the dogs. One of the canines weren't quite dead, so Leon kicked it's head in like a soccer ball.
"Come on, I think the holding cells are in there. Maybe there's some survivors." he took Sherry's hand and they made their way across the parking lot. Claire opened the door and found more of those dogs eating the remains of a human. The flesh ripping noise made her cringe as she raised her gun. She blasted away the hell hounds and looked back at Leon.
"Maybe they'll be good and stay dead this time."
With a slight smirk Leon picked up Sherry and held her in his arms, "I thought I only told lame jokes."
The three made their way back to where the holding cells were located and heard a conversation,
"Ben. What did you tell them?"