[IC] Resident evil: Racoon city survivors

[Who is Who]

September 28, 1998

Claudia opened her eyes to take a look around the bar "Last Chopp", the girl had passed out due to stress after she and a few other survivors sealed the door with furniture, they had no way to seal the windows so the only option was to keep the blinds closed. The foreign girl looked carefully at all those present in the room, making sure they were not bleeding or infected of whatever the hell was causing the dead to rise once again. There were a few men and women Claudia had never seen before, then there was a granny who was a usual costumer at the cafe Claudia worked part-time, made her wonder how the old woman could have survived but none of her university acquaintances had made it alive.

An old jukebox was playing some classic rock songs from the 80's with it's volume very low, the men were next to it, most probably the music was the only thing keeping them sane. The blonde stood up from the chair she was sitting when she passed out and walked behind the counter, after refreshing her face with sink water and drinking some more she returned to the chair.

The atmosphere was very tense, as expected, no one dared to talk and they could hear shots from far away keeping them nervous. Suddenly the radio, which was just making static noise, transmited the voice of a male: "To all Racoon City citizens, we inform that the northern highway is the only way out the city, the Army has secured it. I repeat: To all Racoon City citizens..."

Claudia's light blue eyes got wide open, she looked at everyone in the room just to make sure they heard the same as her. "We gotta get there, now" she told everyone and grabbed the steel hammer that had helped her survive a few hours ago.
Everyone knew it was Goddamn dangerous to even try putting a foot oustide the bar, but staying was no option.

[Bacon]

9.28.1999

The older gentleman looked over the room from his position by the jukebox alongside a few other individuals as he leaned forward in a chair. His hand rested inside his jacket, more specifically on his conceal carry, as he grimaced a bit at the distant sounds of gunfire. He glanced around the bar, though the young woman who was just getting up with a hammer in her fist.

This wasn’t how his night was supposed to be going. He was supposed to be sipping on a shot of tequila, and reminiscing about his squadmates, maybe talking to the bartender a bit. The last thing he’d expected was for the dead to be mobbing the streets and eating people. From the sounds of things, there were people out there who were understandably putting up a fight.

Bennett pushed himself out of the seat with a grunt of effort, before making his way over towards the bar. As much as he didn’t like it, she had a point. If the army was involved, it had to be worse than it looked. He was at least thankful they hadn’t just dropped a nuke and considered the issue solved. Yet.

“Alright ma’am, but what’s your plan to do that? We’re on the south side, and there’s an awful lot of city between the cordon and us.” His tone might’ve been a bit more accusatory than he intended, but just moving out there without a plan was asking to get people killed. He reached into his jacket and, the bar’s no smoking policy be damned, he pulled out his pack of cigarettes out of his coat, taking one out for himself and offering the pack to her. Everyone needed to calm down, and some good ol’ southern tobacco always helped him, at least.