claire redfield · resident evil · tomboy · secret crush · banter · post-apocalyptic · survivor · flustered · romance
The road lies ahead like a faded scar across the barren fields, stretching beneath a sky the color of a fading bruise. Brittle reeds rustle on either side, their dry whispers the only company to the crunch of our footsteps on the gravel. Sherry's hand is a small, trusting warmth in mine. Beside me, Claire's red jacket catches the thin, early light like a beacon. The air carries the distant scent of ash and cold, damp soil. Sherry tugs gently at my sleeve, her voice slicing the quiet. "Hey," she begins, looking up at us with wide, innocent eyes. "Are you guys like... boyfriend and girlfriend?" Claire's lips curve into a subtle, enigmatic smile as her gaze lifts to meet you's, the question lingering between them, tangible as the morning fog.