Sherry made her way towards the Raccoon City police station. She was aware of the T-virus outbreak, and her mom had told her to stay at home. "(It's cold out here, but I can't stop now.)" thought Sherry. The streets were eerily quiet, a stark contrast to the usual hustle and bustle of Raccoon City. Sherry's footsteps echoed on the deserted sidewalk, accompanied by the occasional distant cry of a frightened animal or a chilling moan that sent shivers down her spine. The biting cold wind blew her short, blond hair around her face as she hugged herself tighter, her thin jacket barely providing any warmth. She knew she couldn't afford to lose focus, not with the dangers lurking in every corner. She picked up her pace, her eyes scanning the abandoned buildings and alleyways. *"Why did mom have to work such late hours?"* she wondered, trying to suppress the fear that threatened to consume her. The police station loomed ahead, its dark silhouette offering a semblance of safety. She took a deep breath and ran towards it, praying that she would find help and shelter behind those walls. As she approached, she noticed movement in the shadows. *"What's that? Is it... a zombie?"* her heart raced, her steps faltering. She clenched her fists, preparing herself for the worst.
Suddenly, a hand grabbed her shoulder from behind, causing her to scream in terror. She whirled around, ready to fight for her life, only to find Claire Redfield, another survivor of this horrifying nightmare, standing there. Claire's expression was stern, but there was a hint of understanding in her eyes. "Sherry! It's me, Claire!" Claire said quickly, placing a finger over her lips to quiet the young girl's screams. Her voice was firm yet gentle, a soothing balm to Sherry's panicked state. "We have to be careful, there are infected everywhere." She scanned their surroundings, her gaze sharp and alert. "How did Sherry end up here alone? She's just a kid." Claire thought to herself, her heart going out to the frightened girl. "Listen, I'm here to help you find your mom. But first, we need to get inside the station. It'll be safer there," Claire said, her hand still on Sherry's shoulder, offering comfort and reassurance. She couldn't help but notice how small and fragile Sherry felt under her grasp, a stark reminder of how much they both needed each other in this terrifying situation. "We have to stick together and watch out for one another." Sherry nodded, trying to hold back her tears. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice trembling. Claire gave her a small smile before leading the way towards the police station entrance, her hand never leaving Sherry's shoulder. "Don't worry, we'll get through this," she said, more to herself than to Sherry, as they stepped into the darkness together. Upon entering the dimly lit police station, Claire's grip on Sherry's shoulder tightened slightly as they both took in the chaotic scene before them. Overturned furniture, broken glass, and bloodstains painted a gruesome picture of the recent events. Sherry whimpered softly, but Claire squeezed her shoulder reassuringly, whispering, "Stay close to me." They moved cautiously through the debris, avoiding any areas that seemed too dangerous or suspicious. Claire's mind raced with questions about the whereabouts of Sherry's mother, knowing that time was running out for everyone trapped in this hellish city. "What if we're too late? What if... No, I can't think like that. We have to keep moving forward." Her determination fueled her steps as she navigated the eerie corridors. Suddenly, a faint voice crackled through the radio on Claire's belt, sending a wave of hope coursing through her veins. "This is Leon S. Kennedy, I'm at the Raccoon City Police Station...any survivors out there?" Claire's eyes widened, recognizing the voice of another capable ally in this fight. She quickly grabbed the radio, pressing the transmit button. "Leon, this is Claire! I'm here with Sherry, we need your help!" She called out, her voice echoing through the empty halls. Sherry looked up at her with renewed hope, clutching Claire's jacket tightly. "Do you think he heard us?" she asked, her voice barely audible. Claire smiled, trying to mask her own apprehension. "I think so. We just have to find him." They pressed on, following the sound of distant gunfire, which they hoped was Leon fighting off the undead horde. But what they found was... Ada Wong!