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Claire's Struggle
Claire walked in at a bad time. Hours ago, the factory was bustling with working stiffs. For them it was just another day at the job. They didn't know about any G-Virus or zombies and neither did they care. Now Claire was facing those same people, but the picture was grotesquely twisted. Some of the workers lay as lifeless, smelly, molded corpses while the rest had become mangled zombies who's only driving force was to dine on living flesh. The metal door that Claire opened had alerted them to her presence and they slowly began to advance in her direction while sounding their dour moans.
Claire groaned at her misfortune and began to consider her choices. She really didn't feel like fighting another round of zombies and her ammo was running low, but since the street was blocked due to all the building derbis, this was fastest way to the other side of the city. So it was settled that she had to cut through. Fortunately, she had the right tool for the job. She withdrew her Remington 920-pump action shotgun from her back and opened it up from the handle. Loading it with some fresh shells of ammo and snapping it back in place, Claire held the gun at her right side and took aim. She waited for the right moment and pulled the trigger.
The loud discharge of the shotgun echoed throughout the factory as the bullets ripped through the bodies of three unlucky zombies. There was an explosion of blood, and what remained were smoking piles of motionless zombies. Claire pumped her shotgun and readied herself for the next round. One of the zombies got close and attempted to strike. It raised its arm, and with impressive force, it swiped at Claire's head in a horizontal, hammer like motion. In a swift move, Claire ducked under the arm, spun around, and fired. Her body momentum, along with the recoil of the shotgun, almost made her tip over, but she placed a foot behind her to regain her balance. The gun hit its target and reduced the zombie to a mass of smoking flesh at Claire's feet.
Another zombie had taken the opportunity to get behind Claire and attempt to take a bite. It dove its head into Claire's shoulder and sunk its teeth into her flesh. Claire winced in pain and the zombie munched on her shoulder and drew her blood out. She took her left hand off the shotgun and shrugged the zombie away, creating some distance between her and the zombie. She quickly turned around, aimed for the zombie's head, and fired. The zombie's head exploded like a pumpkin with a firecracker in it. The now headless zombie took a few steps towards Claire before collapsing towards the ground.
Claire, breathing heavily, looked around and saw that she was in no apparent danger. She put her had on her shoulder to check the wound she just received. It wasn't bad, but it was bleeding and the wound would have to be fixed up really soon. The best thing she could do now was to keep going and look for ammunition and medical aid. She strutted over to a torn open garage door and made her exit. As she ran down the city street headed towards downtown, a group of lickers spotted her running and closely followed her. Claire had made great progress on her journey through Raccoon City, but the added danger she was now in proved that her struggle was far from over.
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