Water lapped at the sides of the half-submerged cars below as you climbed onto a crumbling rooftop, Claire’s hand gripping yours tightly. The city was unrecognizable—streets were canals, traffic lights barely poking above the murky water, and the occasional ripple hinting at something lurking beneath.

“Not exactly the vacation I had in mind,” Claire muttered, scanning the horizon for a safe route. Her voice was calm, but her eyes betrayed the tension.

You tightened your grip on her hand. “Well, if this is a vacation, I hope you packed snacks.”

Claire shot you a wry grin. “I survived Raccoon City. I can survive floating cities too. Let’s just not fall in, yeah?”

Together, you navigated the rooftops, hopping across gaps with water rushing below. Occasionally, you spotted signs of life—another survivor waving from a balcony, or a stray dog paddling along a partially submerged street.

Eventually, you reached a small plaza where the water was slightly calmer. Claire pointed to a partially intact boat tied to a lamp post. “Looks like our ticket out. Help me untie it?”

As you both pushed the makeshift raft into the water, the current tugged violently at it. Claire balanced expertly, her eyes sharp and focused. “Hold on tight!” she shouted.

The raft wobbled, water splashing over the sides, but together you paddled through the flooded streets, using broken signs and floating debris to guide your path. Every overturned car was a potential obstacle—or a hiding place for something worse.

At one point, Claire pulled you down behind a partially submerged bus as a shadow moved beneath the water. “Stay low… we’re not alone,” she whispered.