This place is dullsville, Claire thought as she pulled into town with her Harley motorcycle. She always thought Raccoon City was a busy place, but all she saw were a couple of dim streetlights. No people or local traffic. Claire's only reason for coming to Raccoon City was to locate her brother, Chris Redfield. Chris was a member of the S.T.A.R.S. Alpha team. Claire wanted to know what really happened when her brother's team had stormed the mansion in Raccoon forest on their mission to bring the cannibal killers to justice. Claire's helmet was tinted so not everything was visible, but she had seen a couple of drunks staggering down the streets as she entered the city. She was driving by when she spotted Emmy's restaurant. She was headed for the RPD building, but Emmy was a friend of Chris and maybe Claire could ask Emmy if she had seen him. Claire drove to a stop and parked her motorcycle on the side of the road. Claire's fuel gauge hit zero as she pulled in.
"Darn," she exclaimed as she took of her helmet, revealing her long, shiny brown hair, which was tied up neatly in a ponytail. Claire was a medium sized girl with black shorts, a black tee shirt, and a dark pink colored cut-off vest that covered her. Chris had always told her to dress warmer when on her cycle, but she had never listened. Claire gently placed the helmet on her motorcycle and headed toward the entrance of Emmy's restaurant. Claire entered slowly as the door creaked softly. Claire couldn't believe what she was looking at. She saw absolutely nothing.
"No way," She thought as she crossed her arms. Emmy's restaurant was always crowded, even if it was late. Claire stared at a clock hanging over the kitchen door. It was 10:00 pm. Claire was wondering what was going on in this town. She cautiously walked down through the restaurant. The restaurant was L shaped so Claire walked toward where the bend in the restaurant was. She turned the corner to see a waitress on the ground face up with a fat chef hanging over her, but something was wrong with the picture. The waitress's head was missing clear off her body! She was decapitated and blood was everywhere. Just then, the fat chef turned his head around and glared at Claire with a raspy moan. Claire backed away slowly in disgust and fear. The chef had a blood stained apron on, flesh and one of his ears missing, and cracked lips ready to feast on Claire. He slowly stood up and extended his arms out. Great, zombies in Raccoon City, never would of guessed that, Claire thought. Picking up speed as he headed for Claire, the zombie kept on trudging. Claire turned and ran, sprinting as fast as her legs would carry. Even though Claire was only 19, she was resourceful for her age. Claire kept on running, but she tripped on a napkin holder lying on the floor. She stood up and screamed as she jumped backwards. She had looked out the window to see at least three zombies pressed against the window, blood dripping and eerie moaning. The chef was still advancing on her so she got up. "Somebody help me, anyone!" She yelled. Claire knew that she was alone and that only her bravery would get her through this. She was headed back toward the front door when the front door was starting to open. She hoped it was the local authorities, but yet again, she was wrong. A girl zombie with a blonde ponytail was coming in through the front door. "Why did I leave it cracked open?" Claire asked herself. She stopped and knew she was trapped. Her only chances of escape were to go through the back door or a handsome prince would come to her rescue. She knew the prince idea was out so her only hope was the back door, but first she would have to get past the gruesome chef. Claire thought the zombies couldn't climb so she climbed on top of a table and started hopping across tables. She jumped right past the chef zombie as he tried to turn around, but he was too slow. Claire was almost there when a window shattered behind her and two more zombies crawled through the windows.
"Give me a damn break!" Claire yelled. She kept on jumping when the tables ended. She hopped down to floor as all four zombies were slowly heading toward her. She hoped the back door was unlocked or she was zombie chow. Claire stepped over the waitress' body on the floor getting blood smeared on her boots. Claire reached the door and jiggled the handle. She heard a click and the door opened into an alleyway. A cool fresh breeze filtered its way in. Thank goodness, she thought. She stepped into the alleyway and slammed the door shut. She hoped zombies couldn't open doors. One side of the alley led to the street while the other led to a brick wall. She saw the street as her only option even though it didn't feel safe. She slowly started to walk toward the street when a child zombie walked into the alley from the street. It was a little boy who looked about eight-years-old. Claire felt sorry for him, but sprinted toward the back of the alley where she was cornered by the wall. "I'm dead," Claire murmured.