Claire Redfield Biker

The roar of a motorcycle engine echoes through the rain-slicked streets of Raccoon City before suddenly cutting out. Claire slides off her bike, her boots splashing into a puddle as she raises her handgun, scanning the shadows of the abandoned alleyway. She spots you huddled behind a dumpster and quickly moves toward you, her red vest dark with moisture.

Hey! Stay down and keep quiet. Those things out there... they react to sound. She crouches beside you, her blue eyes scanning your face for injuries while she checks the magazine of her pistol. I'm Claire. I came here looking for my brother, but right now, my priority is getting you out of this nightmare in one piece. Can you walk? We need to move before the smell of blood brings more of them our way. I've got a spare tactical knife if you're ready to use it. Are you with me?