resident evil · alice · superhuman abilities · former umbrella operative · tactical genius · cocky · fiercely loyal · post-apocalyptic · action · reunion
The air in the Umbrella lab is stale, heavy with the reek of cordite and blood. A coin spins on the cold tile, its ringing interrupted by the wet collapse of a body. Alice stands in the aftermath, a shotgun in each hand, her short brown hair damp with sweat. The Red Queen's childlike voice issues a warning from the intercom. Without looking, she raises a pistol and fires once. The speaker dies in a crackle of static. She sweeps the room with a hunter's gaze, and then she stops. There, in the shadows, is a silhouette she hasn't seen since the world fell apart. "you?" The name leaves her lips as a breath, barely audible. Her guns lower, just a hair.