"We can't go out there, Rebecca," Jill said.
"I'm just saying we can't hold out here forever. What if they do the same thing here that they did for Raccoon?" Rebecca said.
"You mean nuke the shit out of it?" Claire said as she and Leon approached the others.
Rebecca looked over, and frowned. "Well, yeah...if you put it that way," she said.
"Are you feeling okay, Claire?" asked Chris, worried.
"Yeah, you're really pale," said Jill.
"I'm fine," Claire said. "Did you guys come up with a plan?" she asked.
Rebecca walked over to her. "Sort of, we're holding up here until we know exactly what's going on, and how bad it is," she said. "What exactly did you see?"
Claire sighed. "Well it was all really fast, but there was screaming outside, and when I got there I saw man getting his gut eaten while he screamed for his life. People all around were either screaming or running from more zombies. This one guy looked like he was trying to run but was held back by what seemed to be his entrails, held by another zombie. These guys were fast, and they could literally cut through a guy's liver with their nails, it was...what?" she asked, noticing that Rebecca's face had turned to disgust, along with Leon and Barry.
"That's...very descriptive and gory..." Jill said.
"It gave me a mental image that I know will haunt me forever," Rebecca said, taking in a deep breath.
Claire shrugged. "You asked what I saw, so I told you," she said.
"I really wish you'd never have to see something like that," Chris said, disturbed. He walked over to his sister and hugged her. She didn't move. He looked down and noticed the gash again. "Hey, did that thing get taken care of?" he asked.
Claire took a step back and looked at her arm, which still felt like it was on fire. "No, but it's not that bad, really."
Rebecca stepped forward. "Come on, we'll take care of it before-"
BAM; a knock on the door made them all jump.
"What the hell was that?" Barry asked.
Claire bolted for her bedroom, with Chris following. "Wait, where are you-"
"My gun, Chris, it's in my room!" she said.
Chris paused, and couldn't help but smile. "You keep a gun in your room?" he asked.
She ran inside and pulled the closet door open. She reached up on the shelf and grabbed a holster and a small box. The gun was already in the holster, and the box held a magazine. She winced at the pain in her arm, and ran back out to Chris. "It's the one you gave me," she said.
Chris smiled again. "Oh Claire, I'm so happy you weren't into dolls and ponies," he said, taking the holster from her. "Now, about that arm," he said.
"No, now's not the time. You guys didn't bring any weapons?" she asked.
Chris shook his head. "Today wasn't supposed to turn out this way. Are you sure you'll be okay? If ever you start feeling tired or scared, tell me okay?" he said.
Claire rolled her eyes. "Where were you for that last year?" she said.
Chris frowned. "Hey, we've already talked about this..." he said.
"I know, I'm just saying...I'm twenty, not five. You don't have to be so protective," she said.
"It's my job. Oh, and for what it's worth...happy birthday," he said, smiling.
Claire grinned. "Yeah, happy, woo-freaking-hoo," she said.
Barry was looking outside the window next to the door, being very careful in case something broke through. Jill was going through the kitchen hoping to find something that could serve as a weapon. Rebecca was doing the same in the closet, while Leon was in the bathroom. He wasn't looking for a weapon; he just really needed to go.
"What's the verdict, Barry?" asked Jill, pulling out various knives but discarding them instantly.
"Zombies; three of them," he said. "They're crimsons, so they might figure out the door soon."
"Goddamn zombies...Rebecca, status," Jill said.
"Nothing, unless you count an umbrella as a weapon," she said.
Chris and Claire walked back into the room. Claire looked over to Rebecca, grinning. "What kind of moron would be caught using an umbrella as a weapon? It's ironic and just plain stupid," she said.
"Agreed, but it's seriously the most threatening thing in here. Sorry for going through your stuff, by the way," Rebecca said.
Claire shook her head. "No worries," she said.
Rebecca looked over to smile at Claire, and her eyes went wide when she saw Chris holding a gun. "Where'd you get that!" she asked. Jill looked up too, and grinned.
"It's mine," Claire said.
"You have a gun?" Rebecca asked.
Jill burst out laughing. "She's a Redfield...Reds are always packing," she said.
Barry turned around and grinned at Jill. "Amen," he said. Jill grinned back.
"I'd take that to offense, but this gun might be saving all of our asses so I guess you're right," Chris said.
Leon walked out of the bathroom and looked around. "What'd I miss?" he asked.
"Claire has a gun, 'Becca has an umbrella, and Jill's got a sense of humour," Chris said.
Leon blinked. "Good god, we're all doomed!" he said, sarcastically. "But hooray for the gun, though."
Barry looked outside again. "I have my Colt in the car. The only thing is it's parked around the block, because SOMEONE wanted us to hide our cars," he said, glancing over at Chris.
"It was supposed to be a surprise!" Chris protested.
Jill laughed again, and walked over to them. She threw her arms up in the air and looked at Claire. "Surprise!" she said.
Claire didn't seem very amused. Jill put her arms back down, still grinning.
"We have to get outside," Leon said.
They all looked at him. "Well, it's not as easy as it sounds," said Barry.
Leon shook his head. "I mean out back," he said, walking over to the patio doors.
"That's so not a good idea," Rebecca said.
"The whole yard's fenced, right? I'll run out and back in before anything even knows I'm there," he said.
"I'm with Rebecca on this, dude...not a good idea," Chris said.
Leon sighed, and looked around. He checked every visible corner, and once satisfied he turned to them again. "I'm going. If anything happens, close the door and lock it," he said.
"Gotcha," Jill said. She walked over and stood by the door with him.
Leon frowned. "Wait, you'd actually just lock the door and leave me out there? You wouldn't just help?" he asked. Jill grinned, and he did the same. "Wow, I guess that sense of humour can actually be a deadly weapon in your hands," he said.
"You should try her cooking," Barry said, laughing.
Jill glared at him, and stuck out her tongue. "Jerk," she said.
Leon grabbed the handle of the patio door. "Well, I'll be right back then," he said. He opened the door and ran out, heading straight for the table with the gifts. He grabbed his, and heard a moaning sound coming from the bushes. "Shit," he said as he turned and ran back to the house.
Jill grabbed the handle and stepped aside to let him in, then closed the door fast, locking it.
"A gift...you ran out like a moron for a freaking gift?" Jill asked.
Leon nodded and walked over to Claire, handing her the gift. "Happy birthday," he said.
Claire grabbed the package and raised a brow. "You're really weird, you know that?" she said.
"Come on, open it!" said Leon.
Claire nodded and ripped off the gift-wrap. "Ooh, a box...you shouldn't have," she said jokingly.
Leon sighed. "Open the box, Claire," he said.
Barry looked back outside to make sure the zombies weren't getting progressive with the door. Rebecca walked over, as did Jill, and they all watched. "I still don't get why you risked your life for a gift," Jill said.
Claire opened the box and grinned. "I get it," she said.
Rebecca was almost as jumpy as a kid on Christmas. "What's inside?" she asked.
Claire reached in the box and pulled out a handgun, and Chris almost laughed. "You couldn't have said something before, right?" he asked.
"It was supposed to be a surprise," he said.
"Thanks Leon, clearly it's pretty AND practical," Claire said. Leon nodded, and Claire reached in the box to fish out the two magazines that came with it.
Leon smiled. "Glad you like it. I was debating between this, and something older like a Luger...they looked really nice, painted gold, and some even came paired for a really good price," he said.
"Claire?" Chris asked, sounding alarmed. Her eyes were red and watery, and he could tell by her expressions that it wasn't a happy-cry. "You okay?" he asked.
She nodded and handed Chris the gun, then turned and headed for the bathroom. "I'll be right back," she said, walking inside and closing the door.
Leon blinked. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset her...Would she have preferred the Luger?" he asked.
Chris shook his head. "No, Leon, this one was perfect," he said.
Leon sighed. "Funny, but I seem to be getting the opposite impression," he said.
Jill walked over to the fridge and looked inside, trying to find a juice or soda. Rebecca walked over to Barry and looked out the window on the opposite side of the door.
Chris walked towards the couch, with Leon following him. "See, when Claire was on that island she made a friend, Steve. She told me the whole story, about what they went through to find a plane, and up until the point when they got separated. She mentioned that he'd carried around Lugers, but had to give them up to complete one of those puzzles we all hate so much," he said.
Leon seemed to be understanding. "Steve didn't make it, did he..." he said.
Chris nodded. "She saw him die, and I swear I'd never felt worse in my life then I did when I found her there, crying next to him," he said.
"Wow, that's really sad," Leon said.
Chris nodded again, and smiled up at Jill as she walked over with two juice boxes.
Leon sighed. "Will she be okay?" he asked.
Jill looked at the bathroom door, then back to Chris who was reaching for the second juice. She pulled it away. "No, Chris, not for you," she said.
"But you have two!" he said.
She rolled her eyes. "It's for your sister, dummy. Juice always cheers me up, so I'll bring it to her and work my miracle," she said.
"Tell her I'm sorry, please," Leon said.
Jill nodded and went to the bathroom. Chris patted Leon on the back. "Don't worry, you didn't upset her. She's just still sensitive about Steve," he said. Leon nodded.