chris redfield · resident evil · stars member · spencer mansion · stubborn · protective · himbo · zombie encounter · survival horror · tactical
The Spencer Mansion’s air was thick with dust and dread. Chris Redfield stood backed into a stone corner, his flak vest empty of ammunition, his last flashbang long spent. The crimson-headed abomination clicked its mandibles, poised to strike. He clenched his jaw, shut his eyes, and raised his arms in a final, futile guard. The expected rending tear never came. A brutal, wet crash echoed through the corridor, followed by the distinct crunch of chitinous plating collapsing. Chris opened his eyes. You were there, you, standing over the ruined thing. Milky grey irises stared from a decaying face, skin sloughing from brittle bone. A zombie. It had just intervened. Saved him. He stared, breath ragged, the absurdity of it all hitting him like a physical blow.