"Are you sure you're awake?" asked Sherry as they walked down the hallway.
Claire had a hand in front of her mouth, failing to cover a powerful yawn. Instead, she nodded, and looked down at the girl. "I'm fine, just need to find some coffee," she said.

"I don't think you'll find coffee in a police station full of monsters," said Sherry.
Claire shook her head. "Police stations always have coffee, it's the number one rule," she said.

"This one probably doesn't," said Sherry.

"Why, because a few zombies are lurking around?" asked Claire.

"Because I saw the coffee machine when I got here and it was spilt on the floor," said Sherry.

Claire stopped, grabbed the girl's arms, and lifted her in the air. She pinned her against a wall and glared at her. "You'd better be joking with me," she said.

"I'm not...I'm serious."

Claire set the girl back down and walked off, towards a door. Sherry followed her in, and once again they found themselves in the Chief's office.

"You have NO idea how desperately I need that coffee!" said Claire.

"I...Kind of wanna advise against it," said Sherry.

"...Seriously," said Claire, "what twelve year-old talks like that?"

"Me. It's called a vocabulary. Jealous?" asked Sherry. She saw Claire reach for her gun and threw her arms in the air. "Whoa whoa, it was a jo-"

"Shh! Listen..." said Claire.

There was a sort of dragging noise, along with some grunts and a slightly demonic cry. Claire pulled the gun out and looked back to Sherry. "Now what?" she asked.

Sherry shrugged and leaned against the wall. "Probably some huge monster," she said.

"Sounds like it...We should get out of here," said Claire.

The young girl nodded. "Good idea, I never would've thought of that. See, I was thinking we should go out there and call it over, have some tea, and wait this whole thing out," she said.

Claire sighed. "I wish I could find that Jill girl again...I have a feeling if I went with her, I wouldn't be tempted to shoot her in the face," she said.

"What's that mean?" asked Sherry defensively.

Before Claire could respond, the noise came again, but louder this time. It sounded like someone dragging their feet and crying over-dramatically, but there was no human in the world who would ever have a reason to cry that loudly. It has to be a monster, thought Claire. She held the gun tightly and looked down at Sherry. "Alright, I have a plan," she said.

"Me too," said Sherry. She crouched down and climbed through an air-vent, leaving Claire standing there.

"What...WHAT THE HELL!?" yelled Claire. She kneeled down and looked into the vent. "Get back here, you little shit!"

Sherry's voice already sounded distant. "Nope!" she called out.

Claire wanted to follow her, but knew she wouldn't fit through the tiny vent. "Well, shit!" she said. She stood up and punched the wall. "I hate kids!"

She heard the inhuman cry again and froze. It sounded very close, and possibly too dangerous for her tiny gun to handle. She looked at the door, took in a deep breath, and aimed her gun.

Leon dragged his feet down the hallway, wiping his nose on the sleeve of his uniform. He'd just finished crying dramatically after Ada left him, and now felt like grunting down the hallway was the best way to get over it. He felt like every girl he'd met just wanted to get away, and it wasn't a good feeling.

He looked at a door and let out a grunt-filled sigh, dragging his feet over to it. He reached for the handle and opened it, instantly throwing his hands up when he saw a gun.

"Wait!" he said.

Claire held the gun up. "...Leon? What the hell, I thought you'd be a monster," she said. Finally, she lowered the gun and leaned on the wall.

Leon closed the door and shook his head. "Nope, I'm just me. Always just me," he said.

"Um, okay...Anyways, we've got a serious problem, Leon," said Claire.

"Do we?"

Claire nodded. "Yeah, there's this monster out there. It sounded at least seven feet tall, and really close. I'm surprised you didn't see it on your way in, I was sure it would be crashing through that door any second now," she said. She walked over to the desk and hopped on it to sit. "Have you been crying?" she asked.

Leon looked up, caught off guard. "No," he lied.

"You have! Your eyes are all red and watery! So that was you crying like that!"

"No! I'm, uh, allergic!"

"To what?"

"...The paint in here," said Leon.

Claire looked at a wall. "It's wallpaper," she said.

"Well, I'm also allergic to wood," said Leon.

Claire knocked on the desk. "It's plastic," she said. She looked at Leon, but quickly looked back down at the desk. "Wait, what? Plastic desk?"

"Well that's it then, I'm also allergic to plastic," said Leon.

Claire sighed. "What was her name?" she asked.

"Ada."

"I knew it."

"Wait, no! Um, whose name?" asked Leon, trying to sound clueless.

Claire let herself fall on her back with her hands behind her head. She stared up at the ceiling. "So you met some other survivor, huh?" she asked.

Leon wanted to lie, but he knew Claire was smarter than that. They'd known each other for a few hours, but it was long enough.

"Yeah, down in the parking lot," he said.

"And?"

"...What do you mean, and?" asked Leon.

"And why were you crying about her?"

"Oh, well...She ran away from me, and I have serious abandonment issues," he said.

"That's lame."

"No, really! I don't like being left alone, especially by pretty girls! That's two already, and I'm not liking it," said Leon.

"Two?" asked Claire, sighing.

"Yeah, can't forget about Jill. I wonder how she's doing," he said.

Somewhere in some church in Raccoon City

Jill was on her back, on a table. She felt like crap, and knew she most likely looked it, too.

"Jill! Are you okay!?" asked Carlos, a guy she'd randomly picked up while fighting zombies. From Jill's careful examination, she'd established that he was gay. No straight man tried that hard.

"Yeah...No..." she said.

Carlos ran up to the table and noticed a bleeding cut on her shoulder. "What happened?" he asked.

"Nemesis...I'm pretty sure I'm infected," said Jill.

"Infected!? Oh no! Wait...Infected with what?" asked Carlos.

Jill tried to sit up but fell back down. "With the virus..." she said.

"What virus?"

"Jesus Christ, Carlos, the T-Virus! What other virus do you see around here!?" she yelled.

"Okay, okay...No need to bite my head off," said Carlos.

"Not yet, no."

"What do you mean?"

"...T-Virus, Carlos."

"..."

"GET ME A FUCKING SERUM!" yelled Jill.

Without another word, Carlos turned and ran for the door of the church. He was mumbling something in Spanish, and all Jill understood was "crazy bitch". If he got the serum and cured her, she planned to kill him. If he didn't, well, she could kill him anyways. She just wouldn't know it.

Back in Chief Irons' office

"I'm sure she's fine," said Claire.

"Yeah," said Leon.

Just outside the door, they heard a loud roaring scream. They both stared at the door, then at each other. "Please tell me that was your stomach," said Leon.

"Nope."

"So, we're fucked?" he asked.

"Yep."

"Awesome."

They both stood straight and aimed their guns at the door.