"You really believe that zombies are taking over the city?" asked the girl, following him down an alley.

"I wouldn't expect you to be so open-minded," said Leon.

She stopped walking. "And why not?" she asked, arms folded.

Leon glanced back at her and grinned. "You just don't look like the type who'd be open-minded," he said. "It's nothing personal. Now come on, we should go." He stepped out of the alley, the girl right behind him, and looked around. There were zombies everywhere, and a police squad car that was conveniently parked there with the engine running, the doors open, and no zombies around it. "Score," he said. He nodded towards the car and they ran for it, jumped in, and shut the doors quickly. "Buckle in!" he said as he did so.

The girl looked at him. "Because clearly, THAT'S the biggest problem tonight," she said. Still, she put on her seatbelt as he hit the gas pedal and started down the road.

"Listen, I know we didn't start off on the right foot, but we'll have to get along from here on out, or neither of us will make it," said Leon. He took the turns roughly, not bothering with proper regulations.

"Didn't start off on the right foot? That's a funny way of saying you kidnapped me and brought me in the middle of a town where everyone's clearly fucked up on something," said the girl.

Leon sighed. He could spend the night explaining how he wasn't in the wrong for what he did, but knew it would be a waste of time. She didn't look entirely defenceless, but still didn't seem very old and in her place, he was sure he would be just as threatened. "Okay, I'm sorry for pulling you into the Jeep," he said.

The girl rolled her eyes. "Well as long as you're sorry..." she said, sounding highly sarcastic. "Just take me back to my bike," she said.

Leon shook his head. "We have to get to the station...Something bad happened in this town and we have to find out what," he said.

"WE don't have to do shit...You're mister goody-good honest cop here, YOU can go to the station and leave ME alone," she said.

"Wait, you were heading here anyways, weren't you?" asked Leon.

She paused and looked at him. "Well, yeah," she said.

"Why?" he asked.

She looked at him, sighed, and looked out the side window. "My brother's a cop here, remember? He hasn't called me in a few days, so I thought I'd drive over and come see what he's been up to," she said.

Leon could tell by her reaction that she may be younger than he'd thought, maybe even younger than he was. He could also tell that she seemed to be upset about her brother's lack of communication. "Hey, my name's Leon Kennedy," he said, smiling.

The girl kept staring out the window. "That's nice," she said.

Okay, bitch, thought Leon. "What's your name?" he asked.

She glanced at him. "Zombie," she said.

"Your name's Zombie?" he asked.

"No, zombie," she said, nodding towards the road ahead.

Leon looked ahead and saw a zombie standing in the road, but one second too late. The car hit him and he tumbled over the top. He could see it fall back down in the rear-view mirror, and sighed. "Came out of nowhere," he said.

"No, actually, it was standing there the whole time. You were just too busy being an idiot to notice it. Seriously dude, how'd you get a driving license? Actually, how'd you get a POLICE license?" asked the girl.

Leon sighed and kept driving. He stared straight ahead, trying his best to ignore her. She seemed to notice, and leaned forward to get his attention. "I'm sorry. It's just kind of being a shitty night, what with the kidnapping and all. My name's Claire," she said, forcing a smile.

He looked at her and returned the smile. "Just Claire?" he asked.

Her smile faded. "Redfield," she said, "and I want to find my brother Chris, in case you're wondering."

"Not really," said Leon, focusing once again on the road ahead.

"Oh, and I think I have my social security number somewhere on me," she said, pretending to search the pockets of her jacket.

Leon sighed. "Okay lady, I get the point...Sorry for asking," he said. He tried the radio, hoping someone would be talking about whatever might've happened.

Claire looked out the window again. "What the hell happened here," she said, mostly to herself.

"Shit...the radio's broken," said Leon.

She glanced up at him. "Yeah, cause THAT answers my question," she said.

"Shut up," said Leon. "Why don't you be useful and check that glove compartment?"

Claire glared at him, but decided to ignore the comment. She leaned forward and looked through papers. "Newspapers, car manual, gun, box of ammo, lighter, Playboy, and a bag of Cheetos. Seriously, are all RPD cops idiotic?" she said, grabbing the gun.

Leon read the back of her jacket and grinned. "Made in Heaven, huh?" he asked.

Claire leaned back into the seat and looked at him. "Yeah," she said.

"I didn't know heaven made hooker-wear," said Leon, still grinning.

She brought the gun up to his head. "Excuse me?" she asked.

Leon blinked, not wanting to know just how dangerous a gun could be in the hands of someone like her, not that he actually knew her. "I was kidding, gees!" he said.

"I'm not a hooker," said Claire, keeping the gun up.

"I know!" protested Leon, wondering how she was able to keep the gun aimed without her hand shaking the slightest bit. Suddenly his theory on biker-gang didn't seem so weird. "Can you put the gun down, please?" he asked.

Claire sighed and lowered the weapon. "Don't piss yourself, Leon, it's not even loaded," she said. She took out the box of ammo and started loading the gun.

"Sure seem to know what you're doing there," he said.

"Well yeah, my brother taught me everything I know," she said, holding the gun up to check the aim on it. "He's on a special force team, you know."

Leon blinked. "The S.T.A.R.S.?" he asked. He'd been told about them when he had met with Irons. A team of highly trained and certified members from the police force that did the mission no ordinary cop would want. Maybe they had something to do with what was going on in the city? Maybe that's why Claire hadn't heard from her brother? Nah, that seems kind of farfetched, he thought.

"Yeah, that's the one. Kind of a lame name, but it sounds much safer than the Air Force," said Claire.

"He was in the Air Force? How do you go from Air Force to small-town swat member?" asked Leon.

"He got kicked out," she said.

Leon laughed. "Man, he must be JUST like you if he managed to get kicked out from the okay okay!" he said, noticing the gun pointed to his head again. "I'm done, honest!"

Claire lowered the gun again and sighed. "He's awesome," she said. Nobody talks shit about Chris in front of me. Nobody, she thought.