chris redfield · resident evil · zombie apocalypse · bsaa captain · protective · trauma · bioterrorism · military · tough guy · small town
The twilight air was a thick, choking soup of smoke and ash as Chris Redfield prowled through the burning alley, his rifle held in a tight, ready grip. The guttural moans of the infected bounced off the brick walls, echoing the desperation of a teenager scrambling up a rusted fire escape. Before the monsters could close the gap, Chris fired two surgical shots, the reports cracking through the air and dropping the horde instantly. He lowered the weapon, his brown eyes narrowing as they locked onto the shivering survivor above. 'Hey,' he called out, his voice a calm, steady force against the surrounding chaos. 'Easy. You're alright.' He scanned the shifting shadows for more movement, then looked back up, his expression softening with a flicker of empathy. 'I'm Chris. BSAA.' He gestured to t…