Go Away Rain

Claire turns around to see a fat cop zombie stumble through the door, falling face first onto the ground. She slowly starts backing up, her grip on her gun tightening. She stops when the heel of her foot hits the first step on the other side of the tunnel. She turns to see a corpse laying at the top of the stairs, their face mangled. It's impossible to tell if they're really dead or not. She turns back to the fat zombie, whose almost fully up, and decides to bring up her gun. That's when she remembers, it's out of ammo.

"Shit…" She mutters as she quickly reaches into her belt bag and pulls out the other bullets, loading them into the cylinder as fast as possible. With the last bullet put in and the cylinder clicking back into place she aims at the zombie. She shoots it once and it stumbles back a bit, then another shot, and then the third shot causes its head to suddenly split apart violently, blood and brains flying everywhere. Luckily they don't fly far and she's unscathed. The headless corpse falls back down to the ground with a hefty thud.

"Well, that just, happened," Claire states as she stares at it. Groaning from behind catches her attention and she sees the corpse at the top of the stairs was only playing dead, and is now rolled over onto its stomach. It starts crawling down the stairs towards her. She hurries into the room the other zombie came out of, closing and locking the door behind her. There's some lockers, a table with a typewriter, some jackets hanging up on hooks, and a large metal box. A single light hanging from the ceiling warmly lights up the room. Something about this snug, little, room puts her at ease, like a small haven. Sitting on the table is a handgun ammo box. She opens it up, seven bullets sit inside.

She puts three into the empty slots of her gun and the other four into her bag. Checking the lockers, most of them are empty, some with uniforms hanging up, but one has a grenade in it. She examines it a bit before putting it in her bag. Hanging on one of the hooks, is a key with a little tag attached to it. It reads, "Outer Court Yard Gate".

"Lucky me," Claire says with a slight smile. She puts it in her pants pocket before walking up to the door.

I could just, stay here for a bit longer...no, fuck that, I'm not gonna risk more of those, zombies, coming here.

She places her ear up to the door, trying to listen for anything. She can barely hear the sound of something moaning. It's near the door. She grips her gun, and unlocks the door. Pulling back her left arm slightly, she thrusts her palm against the door with all her might. It swings open, hitting the zombie in the side. They're swept off their feet and fly onto the ground. With the zombie out of her way, she runs out to the right and up the stairs, heading into the courtyard on the other side. Several move bodies lay on the ground, some against walls one on a bench. As she nears them they all start to wake. She sees a small fenced area connected to the station a few yards away.

Claire hurries over to it, pulling the key out of her pocket and jamming it into the lock before turning it. She heads through and locks the door, watching the zombies slowly make their way toward the fence. There's a door to her right, and behind her to the left are some stairs leading back to the right up onto the second floor. She walks up to the door to her right, and sees a thick chain has been wrapped around to keep it up.

"Are you kidding me?" She comments as she grabs onto the cold metal, tugging at it, knowing she can't do anything to it. The sound of something or someone banging against metal can be heard coming from inside the building. It sounds like it's coming from further in. She's startled when the zombies in the courtyard suddenly bang against the fence. Deciding to not take any chances, she hurries over to the stairs. Making her way up them she's relieved to see no chains on the door. Crossing her fingers that it's unlocked, she grabs the handle. It turns with little effort and the door opens up to a well-lit, empty, hallway. She steps inside, finally escaping the rain. The hallway goes in two directions, straight ahead, and to her right.

The banging she heard earlier is a bit more prevalent now, she can hear it underneath her. The banging however soon stops, and she looks down at the wooden floor beneath her feet, the thought of something reaching out from underneath her creeping up on her. Shaking it off, Claire walks straight down the hallway, the rain pounding on the windows, and occasionally hearing creaking coming from somewhere overhead. Reaching the end, the hallway turns to the right, going a few yards then turning right once more. A door on the left side sits a few feet away, while another one on the right sits almost all the way on the other side.

Walking up to the door on the left, she notices a symbol above the doorknob. A spade. It almost looks like it's made out of a teal colored crystal.

"Who the hell does this?" She thinks out loud as she rubs a hand against the symbol, it's smooth and cold to the touch. She tries to turn the doorknob but it's locked and barely turns. She starts walking down the hallway to the other door when the building seems to shake a bit as something crashes into it. She runs back down the hall to where the door leading outside is. Down the other path she didn't take, sits a helicopter, crashed into it. As she stares at it through the window, it suddenly explodes, bursting into a ball of flames.

The fire alarm starts blaring through the hallway, some sprinklers going off.

"I just got out of the rain!" Claire exclaims as she runs back towards the door with the clover symbol. She runs to the door on the right side and turns the knob. The door opens up and she gets out of the sprinklers' range, wiping off the droplets on her shoulders as she looks around the room. The walls muffle the alarm. It's an, art room or something? It's filled with boxes and tables, most covered with clothes and some having busts and other statues or paintings on them. A single statue of a man in a robe stands on the other side of the room, two lights by its side making it the center of focus. She grabs her hair and tries to squeeze as much water out of it as she can while walking up to the statue.

The statue has a staff in its right hand, with its left hand detached and oddly sitting on a table next to it. A sparkling red ruby sits in the top of the staff. Claire curiously picks up the hand. The palm is opened, the fingers curled up as if holding an invisible book or folder or something.

I've never understood art…

Claire looks at everything else around the room, and finds a plastic card on one of the tables. She walks over and picks it up, it says, "weapons locker" on it. Claire looks at it with a raised eyebrow, wondering what weapons this station could have. Sitting near it are bolt cutters.

"Maybe I should find another way first," She says as she looks at them.

She goes to leave the room, but as she steps out she sees someone on fire, stumbling through the hallway. They don't seem to notice her and are just staring at a wall.

Tip-toeing to the other side, a shutter wall greets her around the corner.

Well, shit.

Claire turns back, making sure the zombie doesn't see her before sneaking back into the art room. She grabs the pliers, which are a bit heavier than she expected and heads out of the room. She holds onto the cutters tightly as she slowly walks towards the burning zombie, getting ready to swing. As she gets within a few feet of them they turn and notice her. She swings the cutters as hard as she can, hitting them square in the jaw and they stumble sideways. She runs past them only to see a second burning zombie in her way. She jabs the cutters into their stomach and pushes them, causing them to fall backwards.

Trying to avoid their arms as they flail out and try to grab her, along with the burning flames, she jumps over them and runs out back into the rain. She hurries down the stairs, the zombies that were attacking the fence now wandering aimlessly in the courtyard take notice of her once more and make their way back to the fence. She opens the cutters, grabbing the chain with the open end, and pushes down, having to use quite a bit of strength. With a firm snap, the chain breaks in two and falls off onto the ground below. Opening the door, she's greeted by a dark, bloody, hallway faintly lit by a light coming from a reception window. Two zombies that were walking around aim their attention at their next meal.