Ada
Ada Wong stood in the S.T.A.R.S. office of the Raccoon Police Department, stroking soothingly over the crying Birkin girl's short, dirty blonde hair. She was trying to be as empathetic as she could to her plight. "There, there Sherry. We'll get out of here together, don't you worry." She sounded colder than she wanted to, despite all of her effort. She never considered herself a particularly affectionate person, unless work called for manipulating a man, but that was a different kind of charisma altogether.
Still, she knew the child would be thankful to hear any words of encouragement after days on her own, crawling through filthy vents and avoiding ravenous and morbid creatures. Even though it annoyed her to no end to be leading around a trembling twelve year old girl, having her on hand would prove an excellent bargaining chip in the chance that she happened across that bitch Annette. The downside, of course, was that having Sherry around also increased the chances of running into well...what was left of her father. Still, she was too valuable at this point to let out of her sight, so Ada would stick to playing the caring mother to the best of her abilities..for now. She let the child go when she could muster no more sympathy, and began going through the desk behind her, to see if she could discern any worthwhile data from the clutter.
The child had stopped crying and was staring at her as she ripped the desks apart. "What are you doing, Ada?" Ada didn't answer her at first, mentally pushing away her question as a minor annoyance, but then reminded herself that she needed this girl to like her. "Oh, sorry. What's that honey? I'm just looking for any clues about why the police let this get so out of control." The girl nodded, accepting her answer, trying to behave herself, and hold back tears.
Just then, someone..or something was banging on the door, causing the hair to stand up on Ada's exposed skin. Since it hadn't attempted the doorknob, it stood to reason that it wasn't anyone with good intentions, or complex reasoning skills for that matter. She swiftly grabbed her Browning High-Power pistol off of the desk, training it on the door, shouting in a whisper. "Get down in the corner!" Sherry followed orders with a swiftness, and she was under the desk in no time.
The low, ghastly moan that came from outside confirmed the identity of the assailant beyond the shadow of a doubt, but not the number of them. Ada hoped and prayed it was only one or two. She wasn't going to wait for them to break the door down, instead, she quickly gave the doorknob a quick half-turn and pressed up against the wall, helping them to open the door. The rancid stench hit her instantly as they shambled in, causing Sherry to whimper. They both picked up on the sound and started shuffling towards her corner of the room.
The first was a fat man in his previous life, now reduced to a disgusting, bulging sack of meat in an old bloodstained t-shirt, dribbling blood from his lipless maw at an alarming rate. The second was a wiry, skinny bald man, who almost looked alive if not for the fact that he was shuffling around on an entirely broken and twisted foot. Ada wanted to shoot, but she waited until both of them were in the room before she drew any attention to herself, then swiftly put a bullet in each of their heads, the red spatters of blood making more of a mess than her or Sherry would have liked.
The smell of the Summer-baked rotted flesh was beyond sickening. She peered outside into hallway, silent for a moment, to make sure the coast was clear. Next time, she'd be sure to check around the corner before she closed the two of them into a room. She breathed a small sigh of relief, turning back to the bawling child who was dancing over the disgusting corpses and gore in a mortified little frenzy. When she reached the other side, she rushed to Ada, clinging against her and sobbing. At that moment, it was impossible not to feel horrible for the girl. Ada caressed her head, holding her close. "Lucky you have such a badass shot for a friend, huh? Those shooting lessons my uncle gave me really paid off!"
She thought she heard the girl laugh nervously in between her sobs. She put a hand under her chin, making her look up at her. "Now what do you say we get out of here? I don't think this room is a good hideout anymore." Sherry forced a small smile and nodded. "Yeah, I'd like that." Ada gripped her pistol tight in one hand, and Sherry's in the other. She spoke quietly. "Remember, honey, quiet as a mouse." Sherry nodded, and Ada rounded the corner, seeing the skeletal remains of what their two friends in the office must have been feasting on. "Don't look at it," she ordered. Sherry nodded and tightened her hand. "O-Okay.."
Ada pulled her past the bloody mess, and to the door at the end of the hall, sliding a card in the reader. The little light turned from red to green, and she quietly turned the handle. "Don't worry, Sherry. We're going to find your mother soon, I promise you that."