Surviving Raccoon City

Into the Sewers

"Wake up,"

"Wake up!" the voice commanded again, gently slapping my cheek. I groaned, my eyes fluttering open to see a bright light. I flinched, closing my eyes again from how bright it was, my hand coming up to protect them.

"Open your eyes," she commanded. I did what I was told, trying my best to keep my eyes open as she shined her light.

"Slight concussion, but not infected," she stated, turning away to do something else. Confused, I went to sit up, groaning from the pain emitting from my side.

"Claire? Sherry?" I called out, trying to focus on my surroundings, but all I could see was white spots from the flashlight. I blinked them away, groaning as my sight began to clear. A few feet away, the woman was waking up Claire, who cried in pain, clutching her leg. I crawled over to Claire while she pulled a piece of metal out of her thigh, a shrill cry escaping her lips as she did.

"Are you okay?" I asked, resting a gentle hand on her leg near the puncture wound, trying to get a better look at it. "Yeah, nothing too serious," she answered, wincing as she moved her leg. "Let me wrap it up, to slow the bleeding," I said, resting her hand against her wound so she could apply pressure. I pulled off my backpack and pulled out the first aid kit I stole from the S.T.A.R.S office.

"Miss? Do you know where Sherry is?" I asked the older woman as I patched up Claire as best as I could with the supplies given. I also gave her some pain reliever, which she gladly took. "Thank you," she said as I packed away everything.

"Sherry's fine," she answered as I stood up, offering my hand for Claire to a take. I sighed in relief, knowing she was safe. "Do you know Sherry?" Claire asked, taking my hand with a nod as thanks.

I hoisted her up, catching her as she stumbled when she put weight onto her leg. "Shit," she mumbles, using me as support. "was an impressive display of strength," she murmured, ignoring Claire's question and scribbling down in her notebook.

She must be a scientist, given her outfit and constant observations. "What happened to Sherry?" Claire pressed as I wrapped her arm around my shoulder so she could use me as support as she walked.

The woman walked away from Claire and me towards another dead body, inspecting it. "We have to assess the situation," She said, I wasn't sure if she was talking to us or just to herself. "I didn't foresee this..." she mumbled, now wholly ignoring Claire and me.

"Miss, where is Sherry?" I repeated following after her with a limping Claire."What's your name?" Claire added, introducing herself and me. "What? Oh, Annette, Tell me what happened to William," she asked, ignoring my question about Sherry.

Annette! She's the woman from the tape recorder, William must be that mutated freak chasing us. "I don't know," I answered, last seeing him on the elevator before the crash. I'm surprised he didn't kill us when we were vulnerable.

She looked displeased from my answer but stayed quiet, pocketing her notebook. "Please, Annette, wheres Sherry?" I asked as she mumbled to herself about evolving. She started to walk away when Claire spoke up again. "Where are you going?"