Beneath Holy Ground

Chapter Three- Racoon City Police Department

Claire's POV

The station was far closer than I had expected but by the time I got there I was without ammunition and almost out of breath. I placed the empty gun to my hip as I desperately hoped to find bullets lying around while the sky believed it was the perfect time to cry. I tugged the gate that was chained from the inside, my ears being filled with blood thirsty monsters.

Perfect, absolutely perfect.

I raked my wet red bangs, my blue eyes fixed to the sore sight before me. If I were on the inside I would have appreciated the sight before me and it would ease my anxiety of survival.

"Fuck, you would actually believe I owe the devil" I hissed as I lowered slightly in order to examine the chain.

"Claire?" My eyes lit up when Leon approached, his weapon lowered. My eyes lingered on his biceps, his deep blue uniform clinging to his skin. Was it the uniform or was this guy far sexier than I originally believed?

His dirty blond hair was soaked and I could not help but to stare into those eyes of his, a smile tugging my lips as I took hold of the fence. It was relaxing to know that I had company even if we were separated by a chained fence.

"I see you are actually tougher than I thought" I teased and while he did not smile I knew he was somewhat relaxed to find that I was safe. We were yet to see other survivors and that though in itself was quite nerving.

I teased the cop before as a method of masking the small crush I was actually having on the cop that almost ran me over on the highway. I was a college girl after all and while I was yet to know his age he looked no older than twenty three years old. He was gorgeous, if the girls in my dorm could see his face they would instantly agree with that notion.

Now that it was raining, as opposed to water, what would my brother have thrown on this one?

"I could say the same about you Claire, the fence actually curled at your words" he told me and my eyes moved to the chains, I needed to avoid those gray eyes of his. Now was not the time to be thinking in such a light, the most important thing was survival.

"What can I say, my words can be quite colorful" I teased and Leon stared at me for a matter of minutes. I stood there frozen, my cheeks growing warm in the cold.

"If I did not apologize earlier I really did not see you back there" He finally apologized for almost running me over and I offered a small smile.

"Please tell me this is just chains" I stated and Leon followed my gaze. He examined the chains and I chewed the inside of my cheek nervously. Why was he so hot even with small movements?

"Unfortunately it is not just chains, the gate is locked as though whoever is on the inside was trying to keep the creatures out" he stated and I half smiled.

Of course, Claire would not be so lucky. In fact, she had never been lucky at all.

"I guess I will have to find another way in. I am out of ammunition, think you got a box or two?" I asked and Leon dipped in his pocket.

"The last box" he said and my eyes grew wide. While I appreciated his gesture it would be rather selfish of me to accept it.

"What about-"

"I believe I am closer to weaponry Claire, don't worry about me. Get out of here before those things tear the fence down" he stated and I could literally hear the creatures groaning behind me. They could tear the fence in the distance down any minute now.

"Okay. I'll see you on the inside" I stated and he replied with a firm nod. We separated in the same instance and I was forced to find another way into the station. I reloaded the gun as fast I possibly could, my eyes wandering as I tried to be as light as possible on my feet.

It was pointless because I believe the creatures could smell me far before they could hear me.

As expected I stumbled into a few zombies and to save on bullets I fired when it was absolutely necessary, a bullet to the head. In the situation that I had open space and multiple routes of escape I simply out ran the creatures which were rather slow.

Well, with tonight's festivities I could forget about my membership at the gym.

They cried in agony as their possible dinner moved as swiftly as she possibly could. I stared at the fence and the wooden boxes close by, my mind racing with my previous attempt of climbing a fence that stood to be far lower than this one.

Chris, you would not believe the night I had.

I groaned as I could hear the hungry cries in the distance, my hand on the wooden boxes which could be rather unstable but there was no time to conduct a test. If I almost broke my ass climbing the previous fence I could only imagine what a small slipup on this attempt would do to my body.

I was successful, my eyes on the floor as I held onto my knee with sharp breaths. I straightened within seconds, my eyes on the rather dark sky. It was rather bright when I left home yet it appeared as though that would have been a lie.

Had I been in the city that long or did the city pull the atmosphere of it's doom.

I was yet to believe that this was actually happening, it was horrific to think that science could stretch this far. I searched for entry points to the station, it would have been nice to find the first door unlocked but I was not so lucky.

Was I really going to die to blood hungry monsters?

I felt cold as the rain continued, my brows twisted in frustration as I stared at the third exit I aimed to make my entrance. I took a deep breath, kicking the metallic door in frustration. I felt helpless, with what I had seen of the city so far there was a small chance that my brother could have been hurt.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

No.

No, I could not think like that. My brother was a Redfield and if there was anything I knew about the Redfield name was the fact that we were fighters. I stared at the metallic door, did the cops on the inside not expect survivors?

"Damn it, why is the inside oddly as dead as the outside!" I hissed as I braced my body against the door, my teeth bared. It was a failed attempt but at this point I was out of ideas.

What I did know was the inside of the station had to be far safer than the depths of this city.

When I heard light footsteps I paused in my attempt of having the door open, my eyes wide and filled with curiosity. I turned to face the source of the sound slowly, the source of the sound coming from the darkest area of where I currently stood.

Whatever was approaching had to be far from good but there was a small piece of me that wanted to believe otherwise. Was this my encounter with another survivor or a pending doom?