Claire had stopped at the lonely Mizoil station to call a friend, promising she would return once she found Chris. As she left the payphone, shattering glass drew her inside, where bloodied, strangely moving people forced her toward the exit. The door burst open and a young man raised his pistol. “Whoa, don’t shoot!” Claire ducked at his warning, and his shot dropped the creature lunging behind her. With more of them closing in, she followed him outside and scrambled into an abandoned police car. “What the hell is going on?” she asked as they sped toward Raccoon City.