once upon a time , the clock tower plaza must have been a truly beautiful spot amidst the hustle && bustle of raccoon city — crystalline waters that SPARKLED UNDER THE SEARING RAYS OF THE SUN , whilst citizens took the time to admire the crowning glory of the iconic structure as it loomed above them , tall && proud. except now , she’s finding it extremely difficult to notice any kind of magnificence within the immediate surroundings , sliding herself across the hood of a patrol car to join the younger upon the other side of the blockade. cold , empty silence && the SCENT OF DEATH LINGERING within the air , once picturesque waters now inky beneath the night sky. a chilling reminder of what once was.
❛ looks like we can use the bridge to cross — unless you feel like taking a swim. ❜ a subtle smirk despite the eerie stillness all around them , SPAS-12 SITTING WEIGHTLESS WITHIN HER PALMS. even with the generous amount of shells sitting within the carry holster about her shoulders , there’s still no definitive assurance that they’ll both be able to escape from this damned nightmare alive — but so long as there’s breath within her lungs && adrenaline coursing through her veins , she’s going to SPIT THE BLOOD FROM HER MOUTH && keep enduring. ❛ come on. once we’re on the other side , we can take a breather. ❜
━━ ✗ He’s silent most of the time, except for when he advises, instructs, or confirms the ones he receives. it’s been a hell of a long ride, they have been running for what feels like eternity, especially with the kinds of creatures on their tail. it’s not the type of journey he’s used to, even when he’s used to many; it’s not the zombies, not the threat on his life, not the fact they’re being pursued, not at all, but the company by his side, the care pouring over him, the selflessness he’s treated with, all while expecting nothing in return, unlike the many who feigned kindness and care for their own benefits, to use him, to use this weapon.
It’s only a scoff that he gives in response before he follows along, making sure the distance between them is a measured one should something happen and they need to cover each other’s backs. His eyes surveillance everything around them even with how crowded their surroundings are. his vigilance doesn’t prevent what’s destined; the bridge’s construction isn’t the best, or maybe time has eaten on it, because it breaks, a gap threatens to swallow them into the deepest of water below. he survives, barely, one hand hangs on to the edge while the other manages to catch his partner by the arm, firmly gripping both ends. it’s not the easiest task, but he tries his best, pulling the other up, he might not be able to get her to safety on his own, but he lessens the distance between her and the edge. “Come on! You can do it!” Encouragement, one of the many things he’s learned from Claire, a calming and effective way especially in times of need and calamity.
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