Alright, I'll give you guys the drill again....Of course I don't own anything here. Capcom is the rightful owner of everything. And forgive me if there are any inconsistanties between what is written here and the actual RE3 game. I've never played it, I've only read transcriptions. I figured it would kinda depress too much to see Jill and Brad suffer like that, but then I've always thought it would be so cool to see more of Raccoon City....So I'm of two minds about. And Carlos isn't a bad bonus either....Oh well. See you Again.
P.S.-if Sherry seems like she's nodding a lot, she is. I ran out of ways to make her agree. Go me....Yeah right. S.Y.A.
She gasped as they burst through the glass, lunging at her. She ran forward, hoping she could avoid them. They whirled around her; she could feel them dive at her. But each time she dodged just right, until she finally reached the plastic door that led to the roof.
She slammed into it and it flew open, a blast of fiery air coming from a crashed helicopter greeting her, then swung closed behind her. She leaned against it, hearing the angry caws of the dead birds within. She wondered why they didn't try to follow her through the broken windows; perhaps they were waiting for her to come back. She shivered, then let herself fall forward onto the pavement of the helipad, gasping for air. It wasn't that she had run that far or fast, but that she was so terrified she hadn't breathed the entire time. She put one hand on her knee and stood up.
The helicopter was completely totalled. It had plummeted into solid concrete, although it had, by some miracle, missed damaging the water tower even though it had crashed directly under it. The sparks still flying from the steel skeleton threatened to catch her clothes or burn her skin, so she moved back a little, watching the purple columns of smoke pour from the wreck, the fiery orange plumes of fire engulfing it all. She watched it for a few moments, the scene reflected in her blue eyes, and then she unbuckled the radio from her belt. She shoved the switch to the "On" position.
"Leon," she said into it. "There's a helicopter wreck on the roof. I don't think anybody's alive."
"Claire? Is that you? Are you sure there are no survivors?" his voice answered back.
"I'm sure." She watched as amber-orange flames climbed higher into the sky. "Everything's screwed up here. Listen. This fire is huge. I have to find some way to put it out. I'll radio you when it's done."
"Claire! Wait! Wait for me, I'll come help you!"
"No, I can do this. The helicopter will never fly again, so you have to keep looking for some means of escape. I'll call you back when I can, OK?" She switched it off before he could say anything else. She hoped he wouldn't be able to find her. After all, he was a rookie, so he probably wouldn't know his way around. She glanced over at the rusted metal fire escape to the side of the building and moved towards it. She didn't know why, but she wanted to do this alone. After all, she was a little scared that Jill or Brad or Becca had been in the copter.
As she decended the stairs, she heard moans below her. Oh, great. She stopped midway down and glanced below her. A few loose zombies were congricating below her, clawing at the bottom of the stairwell. "This is just perfect, I mean, my life has reached an all-time high. Can't wait to tell the folks back home all about my zombie-smashing skills..." she was holding her Remmington, but with only one shot it wasn't really any good. The undead was now huddled in a small group, waiting for her. Well, she thought, at least they can't climb stairs....
She looked back around the roof, saw that there were no provisions. If only she had a clip...She wondered if she should call Leon now after all, have him come help her. But then, she thought, smirking, ol' Leon wasn't perhaps very bright....
She decided she could hop over the edge of the stairs two floors off the ground and run for the guard cabin. The zombies were slow and dragged their feet-there was no way they could catch her. So she skidded down the rest of the way and hopped over, since the second rise up wasn't very high anyway.
She landed allright and made a dash for the cabin. She could see it even though the smoke from the roof still billowed over the moon, and there were no stars at all in the sky. Streetlamps cast a neon-gold glow over the sidewalk, so it was still illuminated.
She reached the cabin door and slammed it behind her when she was in. She wondered vaguely how all the power was still on. Maybe there was some weird backup reserve she didn't know about....
She looked around the cabin. To her right was a small space cluttered with broken machinery, a few grungy lockers and a faintly humming device she didn't recognize. She walked forward towards a desk and a door at the other end. On the desk was a type-writer and a folded newspaper, and hung over it was an Asian pin-up calender. She smirked.
She yanked at the drawers in the desk, hoping they had some kind of ammunition in them. Most of them were locked solidly, but one she managed to get open with a lockpick she had. Inside was one handgun clip. "Oh, well," she mumbled. "Better than nothing."
She gave one last glance around the cabin, and then turned her attention to the other door. It was as dirty as everything else inside the filthy little guardhouse. But then, of course cleanliness didn't matter. Not here. Nothing mattered here except the fundamentals. Eat. Sleep. Live.
She dragged that door against the metal floor. It didn't open easily, like the edges stuck. She looked up. This was the back-entrance to the R.P.D., and also to the garage. A few empty squad cars were parked by the way in, but a heavy metal chain-lock covering had been pulled over the drive-in entrance to the garage. She wondered for a second if anything useful was in those cars. She strided over. After all, they had belonged to cops, hadn't they? But then, it was entirely possible there was nothing, that the survivors had taken it all to fight their last fight....
The first car was wrecked inside, the glove compartment hanging open with road maps spilling onto the floor and old food on the dashboard. The second car she tried unnerved her more than the first one, because it was strangely clean and normal. And any normality here was suspicious.
She walked over the third car, which was parked directly parrallel to another. R.P.D. RESPECT PROFESSIONALISM DIRECTNESS it read. And then 9-1-1 FOR EMERGENCY'S. Just like the other two, but as she was reaching over the tug at the door-
"No! Help me!" the same high-pitched child's voice came from within. Claire looked up to see a blonde little girl huddled against the other window. She was wearing a school uniform of some kind and had, indeed, a fancy sort of pendant around her neck. It looked like it opened. Claire couldn't help but wonder what was inside. The little girl's face was contorted in terror, her eyes wide and her teeth digging into her lips. She looked like she was crying.
"I'm not going to hurt you, I promise," Claire said through the glass. "I'm not a zombie, you see?" She waved a hand at the kid.
"You...promise?"
"I promise. Now come on out of there."
The little girl scooted across the seat and unlocked the door. She shoved it open as Claire moved out of the way. She was indeed crying, and when she stood up Claire marvelled at how short she was. "Who are you?" She asked.
"I'm Claire. What's your name? And what are you doing here?"
The little girl put her hands behind her back and rocked on her feet a little. "Sherry. My mommy called me from work and told me it was two dangerous to stay at home...that was a week ago. Now I don't know where she is, or my daddy either...And I'm scared...there was a huge monster chasing me!"
"A monster? You mean like a zombie or one of those...things...with long tongues?" She put a hand on Sherry's shoulder. There was no way a huge monster was chasing her. Sherry was just scared out of her mind....right?
"Its got gray skin and wears a gray jacket...its got no hair....But I know its coming after me!" She put her hands on her cheeks. "Its been chasing me ever since I saw those people out front!"
"'People?'" Claire asked. Did she mean survivors? The S.T.A.R.S. members.... "What did they look like?"
"A man and a woman. Out front. An even bigger monster was chasing them. It had an eye stapled shut. Even scarier than the one following me....The woman was wearing a tube top, that was blue....And a miniskirt. The man had on some kind of army clothes-a yellow vest I think. Why?"
Claire's eyes widened and her pulse quickened. She couldn't believe it! The man had to be Brad. And if Brad were there, chances were the other person was Jill or Becca. Oh, it was probably Jill, she thought, remembering the message in Chris' journal. "Brad's at the S.T.A.R.S. Safe House on the edge of town, Jill's backup since she's decided to stay and investigate Umbrella's underground labs for a while longer...."
"What happened to them, Sherry?" she asked. She knew she was probably clenching the girl's shoulder too hard, but she really had to know. "They got away, didn't they? They ran? Or they killed it?"
"They ran...I don't know where. I haven't seen anybody since then, except for Marvin." Sherry lowered her eyes. "But he's turning into a zombie. So I haven't seen anyone all day besides you. Claire, I want to leave! We need to get out of here!" She seemed exasperated now, as though Claire was an idiot not to know all this already, as though she was waiting for Claire to give her the OK for them to run from here.
"We will, Sherry. My friend-Leon-is looking for a way out. Give me a second so I can call him and tell him I found you."
"You were looking for me? Oh, you were the person...who came out of the S.T.A.R.S. office, weren't you?" Her eyes met Claire's. They looked a little confused.
"That's right."
"You were crying."
"I was. Hang on a second." She unhooked the walkie-talkie from her belt again and clicked it on. "Leon," she spoke distinctly into it, "I've found the girl. Her name is Sherry. Look...How are you for ammunition?"
"Claire? Oh, I'm good for ammo....I've found this woman, Ada. She's looking for her boyfriend-"
"Leon, listen to me. Ask Ada if she knows the layout of the R.P.D."
There was a pause, distorted voices coming from the background. "She says yes. She's visited here before. Why?"
"Look, come out back to the guard cabin. Tell her that. Come meet me here or....No, look, what I mean is that I don't have any way of putting out the chopper fire, and it could really burn down the whole place. If you come out here, we can try moving out through town."
"OK, I'll tell her, if you think that's a good idea..." A longer pause. For some reason Claire held her breath. Then-"OK, we'll meet you there. Or are you going to go on ahead of us? It'll take us around fifteen minutes to get to you. But wait, Ada wants to know why we're leaving-"
"Wait, say we're looking for S.T.A.R.S. members. Sherry says they are in the city."
"S.T.A.R.S. members huh? OK, I'll tell her." Yet another pause. "She says that's great."
"OK," Claire said, looking at Sherry. "I'm going to go on ahead. Radio me when you get down here and I'll tell you which way we went. Remember. Be careful."
"OK, you too."
She switched her radio off and offered Sherry a hand. "Here, stay close. If we get separated it would be really bad. But I promise I'll protect you if you stay by my side. OK?" The little girl nodded and took her hand. They moved towards the gates out, and Claire could see that on the other side their were zombies wandering aimlessly around. "OK, Sherry, get ready to run when I open the gate...We're going to go..." Cars and police barricades were all smashed together in front of them, but she saw a gap they could get through. "Through there. See that spot in the wreckage?" Sherry nodded. "Alright. One..." she reached for the gate. "Two..." she opened it. "THREE!"
They both of them dashed for the hole in the destruction, and when they were past a more or less deserted street greeted them. "Keep runnin'!" Claire screamed, and they sped down the darkened road. They took several turns, Claire noting them all so she could explain them to Leon and Ada. Ahead of them she saw some kind of warehouse. "THROUGH THAT DOOR!" she pointed to where it was open. They raced inside and stopped, seeing that they're weren't any zombies in sight. Except....
"Sherry, cover your eyes." A mangled corpse lay on the ground in front of them. From what was left of the head, it looked like an older, blond-haired man. Although his broken ribs stuck out from the torn stomache, he looked like he had been heavy. He wore a maroony-amber jacket of some kind, scraps of fabric clinging to a disconnected limb. "OK, Sherry, follow where I go by my hand...." She led Sherry forward, then caught sight of a trailer. Was there anyone inside? She had a bad feeling about it, so she decided she'd just pass it up. She felt her chest tighten when she looked back at what was left of that person, and she had to tell herself to keep looking ahead. She paused when she saw they could stand at the other end of the trailer and rest a second. She led Sherry that way. "You can open your eyes."
Then her radio buzzed. "Claire? Can you hear me?" She unhooked it. "Yeah," she said. Then she gave him detailed directions as to which way she had gone, finishing with this warehouse. "There's some guys body in here. Totally mutilated. Look, I can't wait here. I'm going to go on ahead again. You call me when you get to this place...."
"OK, I will. Be careful, as always. How's the girl?"
"Hold on." She bent down and smiled at Sherry. "How are you doing?" she asked cheerily.
"OK, I guess. It smells funny here." Sherry put a hand over her nose. Yes, it does smell weird here, thought Claire. But its just the smell of death coming from that man. God, it smells like dried blood in here...."She's OK, she guesses," she spoke into the walkie-talkie. "Look, radio me later."
"OK. Ada's fine. Damn crows almost got me, though. Thanks so much for the warning."
Claire grinned. "What, they didn't train you for this at the Police Academy? Or did you just sleep through it?"
"Oh, very funny," Leon's voice said, but she could hear him laughing a little. "I'll meet up with you later."
"Good." She shut off the radio. "OK, Sherry, lets get out of this warehouse." Sherry nodded, and took her hand, although she still kept one over her nose and mouth.
They walked out of another door, and the smell immediately dissipated. Claire sighed. She heard Sherry go "Phew!" She looked around, wondering where they should go next. Then her eyes widened as she saw smoke rising in the distance. It looked like it was coming from the foot of some kind of church-she could make out a tower with bells. She could see the glow of fire, too. Maybe there were people who needed help over there.
"Sherry, can you see that smoke?" She pointed towards it. Sherry nodded. "We're going to run to there. It may look scary, but I bet there are people there. OK?"
Sherry nodded. She wiped her forehead, which reminded Claire of how much she was sweating, too. She tugged at her bangs, and realized they felt like they were super-glued there. God, she'd have to take a hundred showers if she ever got out of this...."Well, lets go. Stay behind me, OK?"
"OK, Claire. I'll stay right here."
"Good. Come on."
They began walking in that direction. The night air was tainted with all manner of rancid smells, but both girls realized they weren't smelling them as much anymore. Claire made notes of which streets they were walking on, which way they were going. As they neared the church, or whatever it was, it began to rain. Claire figured that she could still see the belltower, so they didn't need the smoke as a hint anyway. "Sherry, are you cold?" she asked when she saw her shivering. "A little." The girl answered. "Here, take my 'Made in Heaven' overshirt." She handed it to Sherry. "My goddess will protect you," she said, smiling. Sherry smiled, too.
Finally, they came into the place's courtyard. The skeleton of a helicopter and some debris were scattered around. A small graveyard was there too, moss covering the flat inscriptions. A tall angel held out her arms to the girls. Her face had no expression, but the statue had no mold on it, either. "That's not your angel, is it Claire?" Sherry asked. Claire grinned. "No, its n-"
She stopped when she heard a gun click behind her. Someone was aiming at them. "Don't move," a Spanish-accented voice commanded them. "Who are you? Don't turn around."
"My name is Claire Redfield," she said, panic rising in her chest. Don't shoot us! She thought. Where was Leon? Why hadn't he radioed yet? "The girl's name is Sherry...."
"What are you doing here?" she could hear how exhausted the man was. "Where did you come from?"
"We came hear when we saw the smoke," she answered, worrying more and more about Leon and Ada. Were they dead? Her eyes burned. Don't cry, she commanded herself. Chris wouldn't. "We thought you might need help. We came from the R.P.D. Originally I came to find my brother, Chris. He's with S.T.A.R.S."
"S.T.A.R.S.?" she could hear the man's voice lighten. He was surprised. "He was with S.T.A.R.S.?" Claire nodded her head a little. "Turn around," the voice told them. "Slowly."
That's sort of a cliff-hanger, right? Well, maybe not, you all know who it is....hehe. If I got any RE3 stuff wrong, don't hesitate to tell me. And as always, if you've read this far, plz review it! See you Again guys!
P.S.-if Sherry seems like she's nodding a lot, she is. I ran out of ways to make her agree. Go me....Yeah right. S.Y.A.
She gasped as they burst through the glass, lunging at her. She ran forward, hoping she could avoid them. They whirled around her; she could feel them dive at her. But each time she dodged just right, until she finally reached the plastic door that led to the roof.
She slammed into it and it flew open, a blast of fiery air coming from a crashed helicopter greeting her, then swung closed behind her. She leaned against it, hearing the angry caws of the dead birds within. She wondered why they didn't try to follow her through the broken windows; perhaps they were waiting for her to come back. She shivered, then let herself fall forward onto the pavement of the helipad, gasping for air. It wasn't that she had run that far or fast, but that she was so terrified she hadn't breathed the entire time. She put one hand on her knee and stood up.
The helicopter was completely totalled. It had plummeted into solid concrete, although it had, by some miracle, missed damaging the water tower even though it had crashed directly under it. The sparks still flying from the steel skeleton threatened to catch her clothes or burn her skin, so she moved back a little, watching the purple columns of smoke pour from the wreck, the fiery orange plumes of fire engulfing it all. She watched it for a few moments, the scene reflected in her blue eyes, and then she unbuckled the radio from her belt. She shoved the switch to the "On" position.
"Leon," she said into it. "There's a helicopter wreck on the roof. I don't think anybody's alive."
"Claire? Is that you? Are you sure there are no survivors?" his voice answered back.
"I'm sure." She watched as amber-orange flames climbed higher into the sky. "Everything's screwed up here. Listen. This fire is huge. I have to find some way to put it out. I'll radio you when it's done."
"Claire! Wait! Wait for me, I'll come help you!"
"No, I can do this. The helicopter will never fly again, so you have to keep looking for some means of escape. I'll call you back when I can, OK?" She switched it off before he could say anything else. She hoped he wouldn't be able to find her. After all, he was a rookie, so he probably wouldn't know his way around. She glanced over at the rusted metal fire escape to the side of the building and moved towards it. She didn't know why, but she wanted to do this alone. After all, she was a little scared that Jill or Brad or Becca had been in the copter.
As she decended the stairs, she heard moans below her. Oh, great. She stopped midway down and glanced below her. A few loose zombies were congricating below her, clawing at the bottom of the stairwell. "This is just perfect, I mean, my life has reached an all-time high. Can't wait to tell the folks back home all about my zombie-smashing skills..." she was holding her Remmington, but with only one shot it wasn't really any good. The undead was now huddled in a small group, waiting for her. Well, she thought, at least they can't climb stairs....
She looked back around the roof, saw that there were no provisions. If only she had a clip...She wondered if she should call Leon now after all, have him come help her. But then, she thought, smirking, ol' Leon wasn't perhaps very bright....
She decided she could hop over the edge of the stairs two floors off the ground and run for the guard cabin. The zombies were slow and dragged their feet-there was no way they could catch her. So she skidded down the rest of the way and hopped over, since the second rise up wasn't very high anyway.
She landed allright and made a dash for the cabin. She could see it even though the smoke from the roof still billowed over the moon, and there were no stars at all in the sky. Streetlamps cast a neon-gold glow over the sidewalk, so it was still illuminated.
She reached the cabin door and slammed it behind her when she was in. She wondered vaguely how all the power was still on. Maybe there was some weird backup reserve she didn't know about....
She looked around the cabin. To her right was a small space cluttered with broken machinery, a few grungy lockers and a faintly humming device she didn't recognize. She walked forward towards a desk and a door at the other end. On the desk was a type-writer and a folded newspaper, and hung over it was an Asian pin-up calender. She smirked.
She yanked at the drawers in the desk, hoping they had some kind of ammunition in them. Most of them were locked solidly, but one she managed to get open with a lockpick she had. Inside was one handgun clip. "Oh, well," she mumbled. "Better than nothing."
She gave one last glance around the cabin, and then turned her attention to the other door. It was as dirty as everything else inside the filthy little guardhouse. But then, of course cleanliness didn't matter. Not here. Nothing mattered here except the fundamentals. Eat. Sleep. Live.
She dragged that door against the metal floor. It didn't open easily, like the edges stuck. She looked up. This was the back-entrance to the R.P.D., and also to the garage. A few empty squad cars were parked by the way in, but a heavy metal chain-lock covering had been pulled over the drive-in entrance to the garage. She wondered for a second if anything useful was in those cars. She strided over. After all, they had belonged to cops, hadn't they? But then, it was entirely possible there was nothing, that the survivors had taken it all to fight their last fight....
The first car was wrecked inside, the glove compartment hanging open with road maps spilling onto the floor and old food on the dashboard. The second car she tried unnerved her more than the first one, because it was strangely clean and normal. And any normality here was suspicious.
She walked over the third car, which was parked directly parrallel to another. R.P.D. RESPECT PROFESSIONALISM DIRECTNESS it read. And then 9-1-1 FOR EMERGENCY'S. Just like the other two, but as she was reaching over the tug at the door-
"No! Help me!" the same high-pitched child's voice came from within. Claire looked up to see a blonde little girl huddled against the other window. She was wearing a school uniform of some kind and had, indeed, a fancy sort of pendant around her neck. It looked like it opened. Claire couldn't help but wonder what was inside. The little girl's face was contorted in terror, her eyes wide and her teeth digging into her lips. She looked like she was crying.
"I'm not going to hurt you, I promise," Claire said through the glass. "I'm not a zombie, you see?" She waved a hand at the kid.
"You...promise?"
"I promise. Now come on out of there."
The little girl scooted across the seat and unlocked the door. She shoved it open as Claire moved out of the way. She was indeed crying, and when she stood up Claire marvelled at how short she was. "Who are you?" She asked.
"I'm Claire. What's your name? And what are you doing here?"
The little girl put her hands behind her back and rocked on her feet a little. "Sherry. My mommy called me from work and told me it was two dangerous to stay at home...that was a week ago. Now I don't know where she is, or my daddy either...And I'm scared...there was a huge monster chasing me!"
"A monster? You mean like a zombie or one of those...things...with long tongues?" She put a hand on Sherry's shoulder. There was no way a huge monster was chasing her. Sherry was just scared out of her mind....right?
"Its got gray skin and wears a gray jacket...its got no hair....But I know its coming after me!" She put her hands on her cheeks. "Its been chasing me ever since I saw those people out front!"
"'People?'" Claire asked. Did she mean survivors? The S.T.A.R.S. members.... "What did they look like?"
"A man and a woman. Out front. An even bigger monster was chasing them. It had an eye stapled shut. Even scarier than the one following me....The woman was wearing a tube top, that was blue....And a miniskirt. The man had on some kind of army clothes-a yellow vest I think. Why?"
Claire's eyes widened and her pulse quickened. She couldn't believe it! The man had to be Brad. And if Brad were there, chances were the other person was Jill or Becca. Oh, it was probably Jill, she thought, remembering the message in Chris' journal. "Brad's at the S.T.A.R.S. Safe House on the edge of town, Jill's backup since she's decided to stay and investigate Umbrella's underground labs for a while longer...."
"What happened to them, Sherry?" she asked. She knew she was probably clenching the girl's shoulder too hard, but she really had to know. "They got away, didn't they? They ran? Or they killed it?"
"They ran...I don't know where. I haven't seen anybody since then, except for Marvin." Sherry lowered her eyes. "But he's turning into a zombie. So I haven't seen anyone all day besides you. Claire, I want to leave! We need to get out of here!" She seemed exasperated now, as though Claire was an idiot not to know all this already, as though she was waiting for Claire to give her the OK for them to run from here.
"We will, Sherry. My friend-Leon-is looking for a way out. Give me a second so I can call him and tell him I found you."
"You were looking for me? Oh, you were the person...who came out of the S.T.A.R.S. office, weren't you?" Her eyes met Claire's. They looked a little confused.
"That's right."
"You were crying."
"I was. Hang on a second." She unhooked the walkie-talkie from her belt again and clicked it on. "Leon," she spoke distinctly into it, "I've found the girl. Her name is Sherry. Look...How are you for ammunition?"
"Claire? Oh, I'm good for ammo....I've found this woman, Ada. She's looking for her boyfriend-"
"Leon, listen to me. Ask Ada if she knows the layout of the R.P.D."
There was a pause, distorted voices coming from the background. "She says yes. She's visited here before. Why?"
"Look, come out back to the guard cabin. Tell her that. Come meet me here or....No, look, what I mean is that I don't have any way of putting out the chopper fire, and it could really burn down the whole place. If you come out here, we can try moving out through town."
"OK, I'll tell her, if you think that's a good idea..." A longer pause. For some reason Claire held her breath. Then-"OK, we'll meet you there. Or are you going to go on ahead of us? It'll take us around fifteen minutes to get to you. But wait, Ada wants to know why we're leaving-"
"Wait, say we're looking for S.T.A.R.S. members. Sherry says they are in the city."
"S.T.A.R.S. members huh? OK, I'll tell her." Yet another pause. "She says that's great."
"OK," Claire said, looking at Sherry. "I'm going to go on ahead. Radio me when you get down here and I'll tell you which way we went. Remember. Be careful."
"OK, you too."
She switched her radio off and offered Sherry a hand. "Here, stay close. If we get separated it would be really bad. But I promise I'll protect you if you stay by my side. OK?" The little girl nodded and took her hand. They moved towards the gates out, and Claire could see that on the other side their were zombies wandering aimlessly around. "OK, Sherry, get ready to run when I open the gate...We're going to go..." Cars and police barricades were all smashed together in front of them, but she saw a gap they could get through. "Through there. See that spot in the wreckage?" Sherry nodded. "Alright. One..." she reached for the gate. "Two..." she opened it. "THREE!"
They both of them dashed for the hole in the destruction, and when they were past a more or less deserted street greeted them. "Keep runnin'!" Claire screamed, and they sped down the darkened road. They took several turns, Claire noting them all so she could explain them to Leon and Ada. Ahead of them she saw some kind of warehouse. "THROUGH THAT DOOR!" she pointed to where it was open. They raced inside and stopped, seeing that they're weren't any zombies in sight. Except....
"Sherry, cover your eyes." A mangled corpse lay on the ground in front of them. From what was left of the head, it looked like an older, blond-haired man. Although his broken ribs stuck out from the torn stomache, he looked like he had been heavy. He wore a maroony-amber jacket of some kind, scraps of fabric clinging to a disconnected limb. "OK, Sherry, follow where I go by my hand...." She led Sherry forward, then caught sight of a trailer. Was there anyone inside? She had a bad feeling about it, so she decided she'd just pass it up. She felt her chest tighten when she looked back at what was left of that person, and she had to tell herself to keep looking ahead. She paused when she saw they could stand at the other end of the trailer and rest a second. She led Sherry that way. "You can open your eyes."
Then her radio buzzed. "Claire? Can you hear me?" She unhooked it. "Yeah," she said. Then she gave him detailed directions as to which way she had gone, finishing with this warehouse. "There's some guys body in here. Totally mutilated. Look, I can't wait here. I'm going to go on ahead again. You call me when you get to this place...."
"OK, I will. Be careful, as always. How's the girl?"
"Hold on." She bent down and smiled at Sherry. "How are you doing?" she asked cheerily.
"OK, I guess. It smells funny here." Sherry put a hand over her nose. Yes, it does smell weird here, thought Claire. But its just the smell of death coming from that man. God, it smells like dried blood in here...."She's OK, she guesses," she spoke into the walkie-talkie. "Look, radio me later."
"OK. Ada's fine. Damn crows almost got me, though. Thanks so much for the warning."
Claire grinned. "What, they didn't train you for this at the Police Academy? Or did you just sleep through it?"
"Oh, very funny," Leon's voice said, but she could hear him laughing a little. "I'll meet up with you later."
"Good." She shut off the radio. "OK, Sherry, lets get out of this warehouse." Sherry nodded, and took her hand, although she still kept one over her nose and mouth.
They walked out of another door, and the smell immediately dissipated. Claire sighed. She heard Sherry go "Phew!" She looked around, wondering where they should go next. Then her eyes widened as she saw smoke rising in the distance. It looked like it was coming from the foot of some kind of church-she could make out a tower with bells. She could see the glow of fire, too. Maybe there were people who needed help over there.
"Sherry, can you see that smoke?" She pointed towards it. Sherry nodded. "We're going to run to there. It may look scary, but I bet there are people there. OK?"
Sherry nodded. She wiped her forehead, which reminded Claire of how much she was sweating, too. She tugged at her bangs, and realized they felt like they were super-glued there. God, she'd have to take a hundred showers if she ever got out of this...."Well, lets go. Stay behind me, OK?"
"OK, Claire. I'll stay right here."
"Good. Come on."
They began walking in that direction. The night air was tainted with all manner of rancid smells, but both girls realized they weren't smelling them as much anymore. Claire made notes of which streets they were walking on, which way they were going. As they neared the church, or whatever it was, it began to rain. Claire figured that she could still see the belltower, so they didn't need the smoke as a hint anyway. "Sherry, are you cold?" she asked when she saw her shivering. "A little." The girl answered. "Here, take my 'Made in Heaven' overshirt." She handed it to Sherry. "My goddess will protect you," she said, smiling. Sherry smiled, too.
Finally, they came into the place's courtyard. The skeleton of a helicopter and some debris were scattered around. A small graveyard was there too, moss covering the flat inscriptions. A tall angel held out her arms to the girls. Her face had no expression, but the statue had no mold on it, either. "That's not your angel, is it Claire?" Sherry asked. Claire grinned. "No, its n-"
She stopped when she heard a gun click behind her. Someone was aiming at them. "Don't move," a Spanish-accented voice commanded them. "Who are you? Don't turn around."
"My name is Claire Redfield," she said, panic rising in her chest. Don't shoot us! She thought. Where was Leon? Why hadn't he radioed yet? "The girl's name is Sherry...."
"What are you doing here?" she could hear how exhausted the man was. "Where did you come from?"
"We came hear when we saw the smoke," she answered, worrying more and more about Leon and Ada. Were they dead? Her eyes burned. Don't cry, she commanded herself. Chris wouldn't. "We thought you might need help. We came from the R.P.D. Originally I came to find my brother, Chris. He's with S.T.A.R.S."
"S.T.A.R.S.?" she could hear the man's voice lighten. He was surprised. "He was with S.T.A.R.S.?" Claire nodded her head a little. "Turn around," the voice told them. "Slowly."
That's sort of a cliff-hanger, right? Well, maybe not, you all know who it is....hehe. If I got any RE3 stuff wrong, don't hesitate to tell me. And as always, if you've read this far, plz review it! See you Again guys!