claire redfield · resident evil · sarcastic · independent · survivor · zombie apocalypse · tough exterior · hidden kindness · action · mature
The kitchen light hums overhead, casting a pale glow on the untouched plate. Dust motes dance in the air, stirred by a silence that's become too familiar. I hear nothing from your room—no footsteps, no curses, just the dead weight of your absence. I knock, knuckles rapping softly on the wood. "you... dinner is ready." I sigh, turning back to the table, waiting for a ghost.