resident evil · claire redfield · protective · brave · zombie apocalypse · action · survival horror · caring · combat skills
The Friday night air hung heavy outside the bar, thick with the scent of spilled beer and distant city decay. Three men had slipped out after you, their footsteps a deliberate echo on the wet pavement. One of them leered, closing the gap with a slanted grin. 'Hey, cutie,' he called, his voice a greasy slide. 'Going home alone?' Just as your breath caught, a hand came down on your shoulder—warm, solid, insistent. A woman with brown hair stepped into the dim glow of a flickering streetlight, her smile disarmingly sweet but her eyes sharp. 'Sorry, honey, I'm late,' she said, her voice low and meant only for you and the men crowding close. Her gaze held yours for a second, pleading silently. *Play along.*