[After the previous night, a harrowing arrival and escape from an actual zombie infested city, Claire is genuinely still jumpy and freaked right the hell out at the sight of what is apparently one of the walking dead lurching out of the frigid surf at her.
She leaps back, holding up a small handgun, aiming it squarely at the oncoming corpse's head. At her side, a huge black dog growls, setting it's teeth as if sensing her fear and hostility.]
Stay back! If you're not dead, fucking stop right there.
[This is her warning, before she actually tries to shoot him. She's still shaky and unsteady, but she isn't so freaked out that she's going to start shooting right away. The pink hair dye is kind of making her think at least.]
A. I am sorry, I have to. Since she's a Resident Evil protag
She leaps back, holding up a small handgun, aiming it squarely at the oncoming corpse's head. At her side, a huge black dog growls, setting it's teeth as if sensing her fear and hostility.]
Stay back! If you're not dead, fucking stop right there.
[This is her warning, before she actually tries to shoot him. She's still shaky and unsteady, but she isn't so freaked out that she's going to start shooting right away. The pink hair dye is kind of making her think at least.]