CLAIREMBER 2022
Day 8 - Raccoon City
The city was ablaze. But not with street lamps, neon signs, or the fluorescent beams that made skyscraper windows glow.
Judging by the flickering, golden light that licked the distant buildings and the black smog that hung over them like stormclouds, Claire'd say the city was actually ablaze – with fire.
No, that can't be right.
Raccoon was a safe place. Always had been. Why, she'd even walked the scariest streets of the city alone in the wee hours of the morning.
But something was wrong. First, Chris disappeared, and now what strongly resembled firelight and its accompanying smoke erupted from the bowels of the city.
Are the two connected?
It didn't matter. Claire helmeted up, climbed back on the Harley, and shot off. The road, blackened by night, stretched straight ahead to the city. Somehow she knew that if she kept going, she wouldn't be able to turn back – like an inescapable destiny.
But she refused to turn back. She'd keep going until she found her brother.
Chris…please be okay.