Surviving Raccoon City

Crash

I went through the little makeshift waiting room and into the dimly light hall. There was a room to the left, so I went there first. Inside was a makeshift art room. Paintings hung on the wall, some leaning against the wall, not yet having a place to call home. A red chair and table rested in the corner — a plastic card resting on the table next to the small lamp. Walking over and picking it up, it was the weapons key card we needed to get the shotgun. "Awesome," I whispered, smiling as I put it into my pocket. Leon will now have his shotgun, just like I promised. A marble hand laid on the chair; it looked like it was supposed to go with the statue that stood at the end of the room. I placed it where it was supposed to go and waited for anything to happen. When nothing did, I shrugged and turned to leave when I spotted a picture of the said statue on the floor. Picking it up, I noticed the one difference. It was holding the red book that laid on the red chair. I quickly got the book and placed it in the statue's hand. Its left hand began to move, and its tight grip on the wand was released. "Neato" I picked up the specter and looked it over, finding a little switch on the back. I flicked it out of curiosity, The red gem in the middle came loose, and I caught it before it could hit the ground. "Wonder if this'll come in handy later" I mumbled putting the gem in my bag. I left the art room and carefully maneuvered through the dark hall; my hand gliding across the wall to guide me. A faint glow came from down the hall along with the soft crackling of what sounded like a fire. A wave of heat blew across my face as I turned the corner. My eyes were wide in wonder and disbelief as I inched closer to the burning helicopter. The helicopter had crashed into the hallway, cutting off my path to the other side. I only hoped Leon wasn't stuck on the other side. A sickening smell began to fill the room like something was burning. Upon closer inspection, I realized it was the pilot pinned in his seat; his whole body burned to a crisp. I covered my mouth in horror, and I could only wish he died during the crash and not from being burned alive. Howls of wind sounded from outside, blowing rain into the hallway. Even with the heavy rainfall, the fires did not die out. Backtracking I made my way to the exit door that leads outside. I stepped out into the small courtyard, the rain soaking into my clothes, making me shiver. I hugged myself to try and warm myself up as I climbed down the slippery metal stairs. "Leon! Claire!" I called out over the blaring fire alarm, almost slipping on the stairs. I received no answer and looked around, recognizing the gate Claire once stood. It was still locked shut and no sign of Leon and Claire anywhere. Was Claire able to get in? The only other exit was a door leading back inside, and I could only hope that's where Leon went. Heading back inside, I realized I was back in the office where Leon and I tried to save poor Elliot.Brushing away the wet hair that clung to my face, I cut through the office. Thankfully no zombies were lingering the area, so I took the time to explore the room. A smaller office was connected to the room; its door wide open. Going inside, I found a dead cop sat near the doorway; his head hung limp. On the desk was a valve handle; it looked like the valve for the locker room. "Why was it down here?" I wondered tilting my head in confusion.Shrugging to myself, I stuffed it into my backpack, turning to leave when a glint of silver caught my eye behind the desk and near the small bookshelf. Leaning over the office desk to get a better look, I spotted a pistol laying abandon on the floor. Even though I've never shot a gun before in my life, it was better than just having a knife. How hard can it be anyway? Instead of wasting time to walk around the counter to retrieve the weapon, I laid down on the desk and reached for it the lazy way. My legs were up in the air as I grabbed the cold metal, one hand gripping the edge of the desk so I wouldn't flip over. Intense pain shot from my ankle and up my leg, causing my grip on the desk to loosen. Crying out in pain, I fell forward flipping over the desk and onto the floor. My backpack dug into my back, the contents inside leaving bruises in their wake. I barely had time to react when the cop came crashing on top of me; the surprise attack made me drop the gun. Its jaws snapped in my face as I used both hands to keep it from actually biting me. It's milky-white eyes looked into mine as it snarled, its head viciously swinging side to side trying with all its might to reach me. Remembering my reason for being in this mess, I looked wildly for the gun, spotting it just to my right. I reached for it, not expecting the cop to be so strong, it almost bit into my neck had I not put my hand back. "Shit," I cried out, not knowing what to do. "Get off of me!" I yelled, pushing it back will all my strength. It flew back, landing on its butt as I reached for the gun. I brought up the gun and pressed the trigger, but it's locked into place. "What the fuck!" I cursed till I remembered about the safety. I yelled as it gripped my leg and used it to pull itself closer to me. Why it didn't munch on my leg right then and there, I will never know. Using my left leg, I kicked its fat head, its neck bending backward in an unnatural position as I fumbled with the safety. Once it was off, I held my breath, concentrating on aiming at its head and not my leg. My arms jolted from the shot as the cop fell limp, blood squirting out of its head and staining my leggings. "Fuck you" I panted leaning my head against the bookshelf, as I calmed down. Letting out a long sigh, I stood up wincing as I put pressure on my ankle. Of course, right when the pain started to become a dull throb, this shit had to happen. I kept my new gun out and left the office and headed towards the exit. The metal door Marvin slammed shut was now stuck closed. No matter how hard I pulled, it stayed locked in place. Kicking it in anger, I turned back around limping back through the office and out the emergency exit door exit. Walking up the slippery steps was a challenge, but manageable, and as soon as I knew it, I was back in the large lobby. "Marvin! Have you seen Leon or Claire?" I called out, walking down the steps. When I didn't get an answer from the lieutenant, I hastened my actions, not helping my ankle at all. "Marvin!" I called out again, running over to the downed lieutenant. He was laying down on his side, not moving. For a second, I thought he was dead till I saw the slow rise and fall of his chest. "Hang in there, Marvin" I begged, I headed back to the empty library. I noticed a door near the foot of the stairs and went down to see where it lead. Unfortunately, it was locked. "This place sucks" I grumbled ranking a hand through my damp hair in frustration. I went back upstairs and into the room where the goddess statue laid. My next objective besides finding Leon and Claire was to get my hands on that shotgun now that I had the correct key card. The trip back to the first floor was quick; nothing blocked my path to the weapons room. I placed the plastic card into the reader, and the cage door slides open with a tiny beep. Grabbing the new prized weapon, I was surprised by how heavy it was, can't imagine what the recoil will be. I slipped the strap over my shoulder and stuffed all the shells into my bags side pockets for easy access. Now that I had the shotgun, the next step is to find Leon and Claire.