On the edge of a high priced Victorian chair, Raelynn leaned her elbows on her knees and rested her chin in the palm of her hands, a Beretta 93R hanging from her forefinger. The last she had checked with the hotel, the guests were hiding in their hotel rooms - Umbrella had stopped all flow out of the city and things were getting worse by the minute. The local radio had gone out with horrifying screams; now only the sound of static came from the small speakers.
It had only been whispers but now after the fifth walking corpse, she knew it had to be true. The event had been kept hush hush, but she had worked for several Umbrella employees and worked against several more. She found that the best way to squeeze information out of someone was to use their family - family would be a liability in her case and since she didn't have any, she was happy enough to continue on pretending her parents hadn't meant a thing to her. Umbrella was the largest company in the world and she had done their dirty work too many times to count and for a good price. They had their fingers in way too many pies, speaking figuratively of course - many would assume it would catch up to them but from what she heard about a Mansion not far from Raccoon city that wouldn't happen anytime soon. Very few individuals who crossed Umbrella within the company were handled by outsiders like herself but she had come highly recommended. Briefed with the only commands to kill silently, she did more then that. She got information and a few pretty pieces of paper the scientist had in his possession. Unfortunate for anyone whom ever wanted those papers, they were locked and sealed in a place even she didn't know about. The only clue was the word 'fin' tattooed on the back of her neck.
It all made sense now, what she had thought to be lunacy from the ex-Umbrella scientist was a truth that even she still had troubles believing after seeing it herself. She had passed a large riot on her way to the small but rather fancy hotel. Several police officers had been involved along with a mix of government military, civilians and the undead. She still wasn't sure what to call them yet, 'zombies' was too close to immature while 'creature' was too general, undead was close enough to the truth without mixing it up with any other occult stories.
As a little girl she could remember all her fears; each of course slowly being conquered. Spiders had been one until she had been bitten, the bite had swollen up only a little but the fear of dying from a bite left her when she realized that wouldn't be the case. She had also realize that all creatures and even humans reacted out of instinct, if a creature was scared it would retaliate in a harmful manner - so she learned to be quicker. What Raelynn never failed to notice was human's nature to 'want' to scare the wits out of someone for pleasure, and right back someone took pleasure in being scared. It was one reason why zombies, ghosts and dragons were created - to scare someone into believing that one day a zombie will dig it's way out of the ground and eat you alive. Well at one point in her life over a decade ago she believed it. Zombies was a fear of hers, one that her two brothers had played on every chance they got. She hated to admit it but it took her a lot longer to get over that fear, she would force herself to watch the movies and play the stupid first shooter games with the zombies. Eventually the fear faded and then a shocking truth only a decade later came and lunged at her like a ravenous animal. Her brothers as far as she was concerned, were dead. They had been the hand that pushed the button that killed her parents; right in front of innocent green eyes.
Raelynn pushed herself up from the chair with an angry sigh, she flipped the gun to hold it properly - it seemed a perfect fit as if her hand was always meant to have a gun in it. She sauntered over to the glass doors the led to a circular balcony on the third floor of the hotel, she pushed aside the heavy floral curtains and looked outside. The sun was setting, a burning red orb of fire - the sun itself seemed to bleed into the sky imitating the blood spewed all over Raccoon city. Raelynn peered over the balcony, the street was deserted, cars strewn all over the road and bodies that had fallen to their final death lay like litter across the streets. Raelynn sat down on the balcony chair and leaned her head back on the gilded railing, violent green eyes wandered off into her own thoughts - thoughts of when she would get out of Raccoon city.
A feminine scream jolted Raelynn out of her thoughts, jumping to her feet only a second later two green orbs locked onto the woman who had made the noise. The woman in a jogging suit was running for her life from two of Umbrella's creations, they might be dead but they were faster then what seemed biologically possible for something that was supposed to be dead - not to mention moving at all while dead. Raelynn shook her head at her thoughts raised the Beretta, pointing it at the closest undead creature she focused on a spot between the creature's head and neck and fired. The resounding noise of the bullet echoed in the empty street and hit it's mark, the back of the undead's head exploded; spraying bits of skull and brain. The body crumpled to the ground and Raelynn repeated with the second undead with similar results. Without another look Raelynn sat down in the lawn chair again, the woman looked behind her once to wave at the figure on the balcony only to have it disappear. "Stupid woman, you are going to die anyways." she muttered. Then she would end up killing her too, as far as she was concerned there would be very few to survive this disaster.
Sitting with her head leaning back on the railing again the last fading rays of sunlight melted into the skyline and the moon took over the sky. What lights were left in the city sparkled softly like a charming welcome and hiding the obvious flaw of a rampant plague. Sitting and doing anything but what she should be doing, trying to get out - perhaps it was the mental exhaustion of finding a way out or trying to explain to herself why she was killing things that were already dead. Things that didn't die until you severed their spinal cord from their brain. She was restless, she needed to move on - she knew it wouldn't be too long before she heard the sounds of the undead creatures. In one swift movement Raelynn was standing, she strode into the hotel room she had booked for the week and picked up her leather jacket. She slipped on the cool leather over a burgundy tank top that accented a well endowed cleavage.
Raelynn usually only wore a shoulder holster that held two guns and a belt holster that held one gun and four small knives and two long knife sheathes in her boots but she was always prepared for a war. Rae strapped on two thigh holsters for two HK USPs (2004 prototype), her shoulder holsters held her Berettas, and her waist holster held a Desert Eagle. The last two things Raelynn grabbed was a HK 416 and her motorcycle helmet before she looked through the peep hole in the door. The hallway as far as she could see was deserted, papers and other various items strewn cross the floor. Raelynn pulled out one of her berettas and held it to her side as she unlocked the door and the dead bolt, opening the door was a hazard - the creak echoed loudly in the hallway. Raelynn swore under her breath as she looked down the hallway where the door wasn't blocking most of her sight. Before she could step away from the door a weight slammed itself into the door with a gurgling moan, Raelynn stepped back into the room and closed the door until there were only a few inches of space before the door closed. She looked out the peep hole again to see two rotting bodies scraping at the door, without a second thought Raelynn gripped her gun and slammed the door open, catching both undead in the face - smashing their noses with a sickening crunch. Raelynn ran out from the room to the opposite side of the wall way and shot both of the undead in the face one after the other. One bullet hitting the one undead right in the throat and severing the spine from it's brain cleanly while the other bullet hit the other undead's side of it's face and taking a chunk of flesh off with it. The other undead still walked with a willful growl, taking a lunge at her. Raelynn dropped her helmet and in the split second the zombie jumped at her she pulled out a long dagger from her boot, her gun dropping to the floor as well. Raelynn side stepped the undead's lunge and grabbed the creature by it's hair and slit the back of it's neck, finishing death' job.
Raelynn tossed the dead body aside and sheathed the knife after cleaning it and picked up her belongings, it was time to get out of this hell hole once and for all. She swung open the door to the stairs that would finally lead her to her freedom, or at least to the freedom of the outside world where she would discover more then the undead.