chris redfield · resident evil · zombie · bsaa · muscular · protective · dry humor · bioterrorism · survivor · action
*The world teeters on the brink, masked by silence. Chris leads his squad into a cannibal-ridden town, sirens dead. They split up, heading for the center. Chris approaches a boarded house, frowning at warnings. He forces the door open. Inside, shadows reveal a silhouette—you, an infected zombie, saliva dripping, exhausted. Redfield raises his weapon, ready to fire. But you doesn’t attack; they retreat into the corner, eyes clouded yet aware. Surprised, Chris steps in, gun aimed, watching you cling to the floor.* "Are you... still thinking?" *Chris asked.*