Wesker ran from the room adjcent to the room that Claire was being held. He was told that Chris was waking up. He couldn't let his fun end this fast! How could he be waking up! The Claire Program was designed after his sister... perfectly! There would be no way even Chris could tell the difference! Something clicked in his mind. What if there was something about her that only Chris had known about? He mentally, and verbally, cursed himself.
"Dammit! I should have known Redfield knew his sister better than that!" In his hurry, he completely forgot about the defenceless girl sealed inside the room- with no way to defend herself or escape.
Claire Redfield shrieked as the form lurched towards her almost lazily. The scent of death stung her nose as it filled the medium sized room, forcing her to clasp a gloved hand over her nose in a futile attempt to protect it from the putrid smell. "What the hell is it! HELLO?" She yelled out, trying to get the attention of anyone outside of the room. She backed up, her back pressed against the cold glass behind her. She had nowhere to go. Where was everyone? How did this... this... thing get in the room? She would have heard the door... what was it!
"AHHH!" She screamed as it pressed against her, its ice cold fingers latching onto her shoulders. She could feel its grimey, rotten flesh rubbing off on her bare skin, and her vest. She tried to shake it off, but to her surprise, it had a good hold on her shoulders, pressing her against the glass more. It was biting at her neck, letting out low, inhuman groans. Her mind was reeling from the smell and the thought that she was going to die.
But suddenly, something triggered deep in her mind... something that must have been buried in the back of her mind along with the rest of her memories. "Zombie..." she told herself flatly. She calmed down almost immediately, as if the knowledge of what it was soothed her. Now she could think clearly. Lifting her leg, she started to push it up between herself and the undead creature. She planted her foot firmly on the decaying form's stomach, pushing it away from her to keep it from sinking its teeth into her neck. As soon as its grip loosened, she gave it one swift push backwards, knocking onto its back.
Taking that small time, she darted towards the closed door, letting out a surprised yelp when she tried the knob. 'Locked! No, no, no, no, no...' She gritted her teeth. A thought occured to her. That man, wesker, must have let it in and locked her in with it! He was trying to kill her! The reason must have had something to do with the memories she lost... but what were they? She got mad at herself when she could remember nothing... absolutely nothing.
The sound of moaning snapped her out of her thoughts. She remembered she had to deal with that thing- the zombie. "Well... that doesn't seem too hard..." she replied grimly to herself. "There's no way..." her voice trailed when she thought of something. "Ah!" her head snapped towards the mirror. They must have been watching her... "This must be an observation room! And that... must be a window! All I have to do is find a way to break it..."
Her voice trailed once more. How was she going to do it? Her gaze fell from the window to her boots, checking to see how thick the soles were. All she had to do was run as fast as she could and jump kick it... it should shatter. Lucky for her, the room was big enough for her to get enough speed, and that the zombie was slow. She took off towards the window, shoving the zombie to the ground as she passed it, springing off the ground, slamming her foot into the window.
She was relieved, for a split second, that the window broke. But the relief was soon overcome by severe pain, causing her to yell out in pain. The window didn't actually shatter, it just broke into large, jagged pieces. There were large pieces that jutted up from the window frame, her leg being caught between two of the big pieces. The searing pain flowed up through her leg.
She closed her eyes tightly as she heard the zombie's moans coming from behind her. It was closing in on her, seeming more quickly than before, as if it knew she was trapped. She glanced back, frantically trying to pull her leg from the remnants of the window, but the glass only bit deeper into her leg. It hurt severely, blood almost pouring from the deep gashes. It ran down the glass, windowpane, and the wall.
The zombie was now inches from her, and she managed to finally pull her leg up and out of the shards, climbing carefully through the window. Blinding pain continued to shoot through her from her leg. She looked around the room that connected to the room she had been in. She needed to wrap her leg up tightly to keep it from bleeding. She couldn't let herself bleed to death.