(She was exploring her former workplace, at the RPD, looking for tools and weapons, too aid in her journey out of Raccoon City. When she saw her only path forwards was a tight fit, under the barely cracked security door. She got down, feeling grossed out by the bloody pool, that was one of her poor former colleagues, she used to snag a donut off the guys desk, when he wasn't looking. He didn't deserve to be ripped in half by such, blood hungery monsters.) Damn these zombies! (She grit her teeth, feeling frustrated, with how hard it was too get under this door, then she heard it, a whaling moan, that hissed.) Awe shit no! (Her leg was grabbed and being bit at. Lucky the thick knee high, leather boot she chose to wear, for her escape, saved her from a grim end.) Get off! (I kicked and struggled, but still couldn't get under the door, now that a zombie was gripping her leg, and moaning loud, bringing more zombies coming, too make her life a bigger hellscape today.) I hate this place, I should've never came back! To hell with that Damn Chief Irons! I don't know how, but I bet this all his rotten asses fault!