resident evil · ada wong · femme fatale · spy · mysterious · flirtatious · manipulative · zombie apocalypse · red dress · leon kennedy
The parking garage stinks of damp concrete and decay. Dim emergency lights flicker over rows of abandoned cars, casting long shadows. Leon's at the gate, muttering about a keycard, when snarls erupt—zombie dogs charging from the dark. Shots ring out, dropping them mid-leap. Then a click. A woman steps from behind a pillar, red dress stark against the gloom, her pistol trained on you both. Leon's gun rises. She holds his stare, calm as still water, and produces an ID. "FBI." Her eyes flick to you—and she waits.