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Chapter Two
Back to Work for Rest

"I think I need a vacation from this vacation…" Claire sighed, leaning against a wall. She closed her eyes as she reminisced about the past two years. Terra Save was collapsing, thanks to WilPharma. Somehow, WilPharma had made legible accusations against Terra Save about the Harvardville incident, putting her in the middle of it. That, inevitably, led to her being fired for "conspiring with WilPharma", despite the fact that she helped uncover Frederick Downing's "sales pitch". Claire opted to join BSAA, and was quickly rejected because of her dismissal. After a year of drifting between dead-end jobs, she was hired by the government to be Leon S. Kennedy's partner, under recommendation by Leon himself. It had been about three years now, and this was the first vacation they got in over a year. Her brother, Chris, had taken some time off to visit her in Fairfield, but the visit was cut short when he had to go on a top priority mission. Now, she was stuck in Fairfield without any form of defense against a zombie apocalypse.

"I should have just gone home," she sighed hopelessly. Claire pulled out her PDA from her pocket, hoping for a connection. She swore and threw it to the ground when she realized it was dead.
"Can't I ever get a lasting break?" she grumbled as she pulled her legs up to her chest. She heard gunfire outside of her barricaded door. She slowly stood, her limbs still a little numb from the cold. She looked outside of the window. Some men were running by shooting every zombie in sight. She could tell one of them was a part of Hell's Legion, simply from the tattoos that covered his arms. The other two were an old man and an office worker. They were moving too fast for her to get any help from them. She squinted as something fell from one of the biker's belt loops. He went to pick it up, but was stopped by the old man.

"Leave it! With any luck, Zoey will survive long enough to pick it up," the old man barked.
"We already left her a second pistol! She'll be fine!" the biker roared.
"Bill! Francis! I found the safe house!" the office worker called. The biker pulled his arm away.
"You better hope she survives and picks that pistol up. Damn vampires," he growled dangerously. The three men ran for the safe house, completely out of Claire's vision.

It was quiet for a few minutes before Claire pulled herself out of her sanctuary and into the street. She picked up the pistol and ran back inside, blocking off her exit again.
"Well, I do have to get out of here sometime." She grabbed her duffel bag and threw it over her shoulder. She checked the contents. She made a mental note to get more food later. She shoved a few more things into the bag before leaving the room.

She noticed a small breeze rushing past her. It carried the smell of death and destruction, with a hint of a perfume. Dust rose from a nearby building. Claire decided to wait for what she hoped was another survivor. She hid herself in an alley, listening to the gunshots as they got closer. It took only a few minutes for someone to come by. She could tell right away that the person wasn't infected.

"Oh, thank God! The safe house!" the girl whimpered, sounding extremely tired. Just before the girl could make a break for the safe house, a hooded infected jumped on top of the girl. She tried to shoot it off, but it swiped her guns away. She struggled to get the infected off in vain. She soon shut her eyes tightly, completely giving up the struggle for her life. Claire stepped out of the darkness and shot at the hunter twice. The bullets dug their way into the creature's skull, its blood splattering onto the other girl's face. The zombie slumped down in a pitiful manner onto the girl's body. She slowly opened her eyes, a look of relief washing over her face when she found out that the hunter was dead. She pushed it off of her and scrambled to get her guns. Claire took that opportunity to make a break for it. She ducked behind a wall in the safe room.

"Hey! Wait!" the girl called. She came down the stairs quickly. Claire looked outside and shot a zombie as it came down after the girl. Accidentally, the bullet was a through and through, hitting an alarmed car. The alarm went off and Claire scrambled out of the safe room, closing the door on her way out. She heard the other door slam behind her. Claire ran away from the scene, dodging all of the infected she came across. She heard a small scream, then gunshots. She walked up a flight of stairs and found a pair of pipe bombs. She took one and left the other behind for the girl. She ran down the stairs and escalator. In a busted window of a ticket booth, Claire noticed another pistol. She grabbed it and ran up the second set of escalators.

Reaching the top, a hunter lunged at her. She dodged it easily, letting it fall down the escalator. She noticed a few glass bottles and some cloths. She quickly made some Molotovs out of them and put three onto a seat. The other three hung from her belt, with just enough space in between them to not clink together as she moved. She stopped at a steel girder to grab some ammunition. She could now hear the girl somewhere behind her. Claire climbed on top of the train in front of her. The sound of an Uzi stung her ears. She crawled to the other end and jumped down. A grayish creature was sobbing loudly. She quickly found a table with two guns: a Benelli M4 Super 90 semi-automatic shotgun and a Ruger Mini-14 hunting rifle. She picked up the shotgun and checked its ammunition. The magazine was full and fortunately, there was extra ammo next to it. She quickly pulled out a piece of paper and wrote a note for the girl on it. She had just taped the note onto the rifle when the grayish creature screamed in pain.

"Shit."