Even before she entered the city limits, Claire Redfield sensed that something wasn't right in Raccoon City. She had come to this unassuming Midwestern metropolis searching for her brother and close friend Chris, but as she rode in on her motorcycle that night, other things were on her mind. She expected such a huge town to be busy as hell, but she hadn't even passed a single car since arriving in here.
Then she slowed to a stop as she saw a tanker truck fallen on its side, blocking the entire street and decked out in yellow police tape.
"Great! Now how the hell do I find my way around this mess..." She groaned, parking her hog and looking around until she spotted a nearby diner, "Might as well ask someone for directions."
It took about a minute for the girl to realize the door was locked tight, even though she could see somebody behind the counter, cleaning the floor. So she did the only thing she could think of and started banging on the glass.
"Hello!? Can you hear me? I'm trying to find my brother, can you show me the way out of here? Hello!" She stopped after a few minutes, grumbling, "Fantastic, the only person I've seen in this entire damn city, and he's an asshole."
She walked into the adjacent alleyway, either to find the backdoor or just a way around.
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