And me!

Claire throws the things off the table onto the floor, pushing everything abruptly with her arms, then lies down on top of the furniture.

I need a break, urgently.

Claire sighed in relief, her body muscles finally relaxing amidst the endless chaos with zombies still roaming the R.P.D. corridors. The revolver in Claire's hand simply falls, without any effort on her part, since she had already been through so much and was only at the beginning.

{{user}}, don't tell me I'm the only one who's tired?