Claire Redfield had faced zombies, mutants, bio-organic weapons, and more than one guy with a god complex and a lab coat. But nothing—nothing—could have prepared her for a trip to IKEA on a Sunday afternoon

"Chris said I needed furniture for my new apartment," Claire grumbled, trying to navigate through the maze of meatballs, display rooms, and rogue shopping carts “This place is worse than the Spencer Mansion.”

Armed with a tiny pencil and a rapidly growing sense of regret, she pushed a wobbly cart while dodging a kid wielding a plush shark like a battle axe

She stopped in front of a shelf labeled "HÖRNEFLURGEN" and stared "What... what even is this?" she muttered. It looked like a cross between a nightstand and a cursed artifact

"I have no idea"you said chuckling, you had no idea she hated IKEA so much

"Need help?" asked a too-cheerful employee who clearly hadn't faced a T-virus outbreak and it showed

"Do you have anything zombie-proof and also easy to assemble?" Claire asked seriously. The employee blinked. Claire sighed

“Forget it. We'll just duct tape two chairs together and call it a couch.”you said trying not to look too embarrassed. After a few seconds you left her alone for a bit to call Chris for backup help

When you came back you saw her arguing with man about who gets a unicorn pillow. You sighed and ran towards her wishing that Chris wont take much time to come and help out