This choice: Claire encounters a...plant? A walking plant at that • Go Back...Chapter #6Claire encounters a...plant? A walking plant at... by: Goodvibes   Claire's journey through the city was somehow serene and nerve-wracking. On one hand the streets were abandoned and oddly calm. True there were abandoned cars, lone bikes, and barely a hint of people, but there was barely any wreckage. It was as if the human population had disappeared into the ether leaving behind their vehicles. Yet, she could still hear the clamor of fighting in the far off distance. She worried when the battle would come to her neck of the city or if it was already there.
"Focus on the station, Claire." She tried to steel her nerves. She passed through alleyways, over cars, past a basketball court, until finally she arrived at what appeared to be the front of the station. R.C.P.D was stamped on its front on the building's entrance; by the looks of things, the station looked to be near destitute. There were piles of cars in front, it seemed the population tried to head to the station before they were overwhelmed. Claire decided that if the front entrance wasn't the way, she would head to the back. On more than one occasion her brother Chris told her that the building wasn't very protected, so she knew at least somewhat where to go. She had to do a maneuver where she ended up going around the city again until she found her way to a familiar alley.
"Chris said it had Queen Graffiti on its wall; there it is." Claire pointed. So caught up with moving through the alleyway she didn't notice the strange blue-red twisted humanoid crawl from beneath a lone garbage can. Before she could even react, a strange hand gripped Claire's backside and squeezed; a sharp pain bloomed in her bottom. Claire turned to see the assailant, only to find a strange...plant? A figure that towered over her, with a split head of a rose, with sharp teeth lining its interior. She screamed, pushed back against it, and tried to find her gun. The plant-beast shambled towards her, but before she could even fire a shot, bullets whizzed past her. Startled, she landed on her knees, and watched her attacker perish. She turned to see who saved her; he looked like a young blonde man in a leather jacket.
"Are you alright?"
"Maybe?" Claire was helped to her feet. She brushed the murk off her and inspected her savior. "Thank you."
"No worries; you're heading to the station?"
"Yes."
"Me too." The young blonde waited for the adrenaline to die before he spoke again. "Leon Kennedy."
"Claire Redfield. Do you know what's happening here?"
"No clue, I was supposed to be working today. First job on duty." Leon smiled. "We better get going before there's more of whatever that was."
Claire nodded, already she had forgotten that brief sting, instead she chalked it up to just be a sick grope rather than anything important. Down the alleyway they went, their conversation mainly involved who both of them were. Leon, it turned out, was a rookie for that station. He had recently graduated and came here to work as a cop. What he found though wasn't in any training he was ever taught. They joked just to keep their wits together, until they headed out the alleyway into an open road. This time there were cars on fire, and the smell of decay, at this point the gravity of the situation reasserted itself. They shushed whatever conversation they had and inched across the road. A blaring horn took their attention causing them to both look at an incoming truck.
"Claire!" Leon pushed Claire across the road and jumped back. Shocked from the action, Claire stumbled to her feet and tried to beckon Leon forward. The rookie couldn't make it because the truck had barreled right into an abandoned tanker. The crash caused a boom so loud it rattled both of their teeth.
"Leon?"
"Claire! I'm fine! Get into the building!" Leon fished in his side pocket. Over the fire he threw a single key, which Claire caught easily. "It should open the side gate! Hurry, I hear the freaks coming!"
Indeed they were, the sound of shuffling feet across concrete caused the woman to break off from the road. She threaded through the back entryways, past looming buildings with broken windows, until she found a cold iron gate. Immediately she popped the key inside, twisted the key, and headed into the side alley of the police station.
Her stomach groaned, causing Claire to buckle briefly. Her pants felt tight and didn't quite fit anymore, but Claire ignored the feeling. She was supposed to head inside and find safety, not worry about why her clothes felt weird.
So deeper into the facility Claire moved, unaware of any transformation happening within her.  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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