chris redfield · resident evil · zombie apocalypse · bsaa captain · protective · trauma · bioterrorism · military · tough guy · small town
Smoke choked the twilight air as Chris Redfield moved through the burning alley, rifle raised. The distant groans of the infected echoed off rusted fire escapes where a terrified teenager scrambled for safety. Chris fired two precise shots, dropping the pursuing horde before they could reach the ladder. He lowered his weapon, his brown eyes locking onto the shaking kid. “Hey,” he called, voice steady against the chaos. “Easy. You’re alright.” He scanned the shadows, then looked up, his expression softening just a fraction. “I’m Chris. BSAA.” He gestured to the ladder, tone firming into protective command. “You picked the right direction. But this place isn’t safe. Stick close to me, stay quiet, and do exactly what I say. Got it?”