3. Wolf.
Claire Redfield sprinted around the corner and frantically cleared the room, gritting her teeth as she saw that it was completely void of people. The girl had run away and Chief Irons had disappeared, along with that dead body on his desk. Well, good riddance to that creep. She shivered as she realized that Irons was probably the one who took the body. She never wanted to see the likes of him again. But that girl, Sherry Birkin. She had run past here. What if…
A booming roar trumpeted through the shuddering halls of the police station, startling her enough to bring up her gun. It was the same roar that frightened Sherry out of her wits, propelling her into running away. The monster that she insisted was looking for her. A monster looking for only one victim, was that even possible? Standing here and thinking wasn't going to help matters, Claire realized. Sherry had to be found before anything terrible could happen to her. Claire gritted her teeth, she had to find her!
Claire exited the room, taking a deep breath before she went out into the hallway. She hated this place. How was her brother able to keep his sanity working in this place? She half-expected whenever her brother had to go to the bathroom, he was probably required to solve one of the confusing puzzle mechanisms concerning a weird statue or one of those creepy paintings. And not to mention the official station maps. The map pamphlets of the entire police station, located next to the computer on the front desk down at the lobby, were a complete joke. So far, Claire had found more than three hidden rooms not listed on the map, all of which contained one of Umbrella's party surprises in the form of groaning flesh-eating monsters, and she was disinclined to believe that the map could outline every room with a possibility of safety. She'd probably get even more lost using the damn thing. And there was that cop, Leon. She felt a lot more safer when he was around and wished he could help out with her search for Sherry. If only she could fish a couple of walkie-talkies or something, one would think that a damned police station would carry a set-
A scream. That was Sherry, that was most definitely Sherry. Breaking out in a dead sprint, Claire rounded the hallways to that creepy place with the constantly creaking wood, and saw two red-tinted circles glaring out at her from the darkness. Instinctively, Claire brought up her gun. She pointed it at him, and when her eyes quickly conformed to the darkness, she could see that she was facing some kind of military man, a SWAT person from the looks of it. He was wearing a freakish gas-mask and black tactical gear. Maybe one of the S.T.A.R.S.?
Elated, she put down her gun, and said, "Excuse me. Excuse me!"
Then she saw Sherry Birkin struggling in his grip, the man literally dragging her around.
"Shit!" Claire said.
Instantly, her pistol was leveled back towards the middle of his red lenses. She heard an audible click trail along her smooth movement. He was nonchalantly aiming his machine gun towards her, leveled from the hip. Pulling the girl closer, he wrapped his arm around her neck and yanked her up towards him. Sherry gave Claire a look of desperation as . Claire could barely make out a patch on the man's shoulder, but she knew what it was and she scowled when she realized what it meant.
The infamous red-and-white Umbrella logo.
An Umbrella agent. An honest-to-God Umbrella agent.
Claire cocked back the hammer on her gun.
Notes: Hence, the subsequent hangover, which SUCKS. Ow. Anyway, this is a pretty short chapter, practically a blurb. My apologies. To make up for this, I'll be uploading the next one painfully soon. Until then, my hangover will soon be followed up by a madness of sanguinary proportions.
Please, please, please, just review. Read and review. I'd like to know what people are thinking about this as they read it. Is it good enough to continue? Does it suck shit? Just tell me and I'll listen.
I don't want to be that yapping voice in the wind, after all.
Just tell me.
-Jeremy (Ronald)